Youngospel

 The drumbeats died down as she screamed into the mic, "PRRRAAAAAIIIIIISSSSSEEEEEE THE LOOORDDDD!" The church responded thunderously, "HALLELUJAH!!!" Mercy was bubbling with so much joy. She rendered another thunderous, "Hallelujah!" and the drummer couldn't hold it in again as he clashed the cymbals melodiously. The church was in a joyous frenzy again as Mercy tuned another song. They all danced for another three minutes, Mercy leading the joyous congregation and a few zealous ones who had joined her in front. Waists, shoulders, legs, feet and heads we're all gyrating to the tune. Mercy had just shared a testimony of her employment after so many years of being unemployed. Few weeks after receiving her employment letter, the new management retrenched a lot of staff and she had been faced with the possibility of losing the job. In all of these, with so much prayers and fasting and unshakable faith in God, she had survived. It was a thing of great jo...

 "Ette Nna, please, mbok, I'm begging you. Go and ask Uso for some money so that this boy will go back to school. He has stayed at home for one whole week now. How do you expect him to pass his exams well if he keeps being thrown out for school fees?" Mama Nna had cried her eyes sore. Ette Nna looked at his wife sadly, but deep anger formed a lump in his throat. He could not mutter a word. He stood up and headed for the door. Mama Nna swiftly fell at his feet, tugging his worn but clean trousers. "Please. My husband, I'm begging you," she said. Ette Nna pulled his right leg free from her grip and walked out. *** The courtyard was empty. He looked around. No one was in sight. Of course, every single child in the compound housing six families had gone to school, and the parents too had gone about their various businesses. He sighed deeply and walked out of the compound. He stopped an okadaman. "12 Okoneyo street," he said. "1...

 BRO JOE: We're spiritually poor and cannot buy the word of God. We're hungry and thirsty for righteousness, but we don't have the spiritual currency to buy.  Will you accept our good deeds? Will you accept my keen intellect? I'm very logical and intelligent.... BRO JAMES: Wait, brother Joe... Me, I am rich and increased with goods, and have need of nothing. If you're spiritually poor, I am not.  I speak with tongues of men and of angels. I have the gift of prophecy, and can understand all mysteries. I bestow my goods to feed the poor, and if need be, I can even give myself to be burned for another! THE LORD: I know all the things you do, that you are neither hot nor cold. I wish that you were one or the other! You say, ‘I am rich. I have everything I want. I don’t need a thing!’ And you don’t realize that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked. So I advise you to buy gold from me—gold that has been purified by fire. Then yo...

Ruth sighed softly as she took off her jewelry. She examined each piece intently. They were beautiful and expensive. How her fate has changed. She looked into the mirror. She has changed physically too. Just few weeks ago, she had dark circles under her eyes and lines were becoming faintly visible on her face. But now, she is glowing. Life had taken a sharp turn unexpectedly. She remembered Mahlon. Her heart sank. She had loved him. She could remember him working hard in the fields, the sun burning his back. She could remember him and Chilion sitting down to a meal, resting just before they got back to work. It had been love-at-first sight for Ruth and Mahlon. Her friend Orpah had told her about two brothers who had just moved into their little village. Apparently, they were from Bethlehem and had moved to their town, escaping the famine in Bethlehem. Two weeks after meeting Mahlon for the first time at the marketsquare, he proposed to marry her. Fleeting days of friendship ...