All through my life, I have cooked only once and it was a disaster. I was in year 1 at the university and had a friend who didn’t know how to cook, just like me. One day we decided to cook. We set the pot on the ground and...
I was close to my father while growing up. Because of my disability, I couldn’t go far from home so each time people went out, he would stay back to keep me company. He had a particular wooden seat where he usually sat and talked with me. Even in...
I heard a testimony from a prison inmate on Sunday while on an outreach. The very joyful young man said he thanked God for giving him a Christmas gift of a life sentence in the prison. According to him, he had been on death row for 10 tortuous years.
While growing up and while always home because of my circumstances, I was always around my father’s goats. I was always the one at home when the females put to birth their kids.
I once read a story about a young mosquito who always loved being the best in all he did. He was never happy unless his peers and people around him clapped for and hailed him.
A man I met yesterday at a programme I am speaking in at Enugu told me a story that got me thinking. It goes thus: 3 men – a Yoruba, an Igbo and a Chinese – went to a restaurant for lunch to celebrate a successful business deal.
Several years ago as a small growing child, I was scolded by my late father. He told me never to despise others who despised my condition. He ended the advice by saying to me “value others because a trader who sells pepper does not sell salt.
Last year, I was invited by the management of one of the companies at Indorama Eleme Petrochemical Company as a guest speaker at the staff end of year party.