At the close of work, Salewa asked me if I wanted to have drinks that evening.

“I’m tired abeg. I just want to go home and rest.” I declined her offer.

I got my office 15 minutes later and said a silent prayer before I alighted from the car. It’s not me who wants to be sacked because I came late, so my God had to come through.

I met a furious Demola pacing up and down his office. He was obviously very angry at nobody but me.

“Hello.” I said into my phone.

“Come to my office please.”

“Okay.” I ended the call and stood up.

“Oga wants to see me.” I told Salewa.

“What have you done again?” Salewa teased.

I frowned and shook my head as I walked to his door. I knocked and waited for his approval before I entered his office.

You sent for me.” I said. (more…)

My name is Unoaku Edekobi. I hail from Eastern Nigeria and in those parts, Unoaku means house of wealth. My father gave me that name in faith, faith that one day, his house will overflow with wealth. You see, I am his first child and at my birth, money was nonexistent in my father’s house. But as they say, there’s power in the tongue. My father started to make money miraculously a few months after I was born. He was practically living Psalm 126:1, “When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream.”. (more…)

“He’s getting married.”

I look at my finger, there is no engagement ring there. He didn’t propose to me so how is he getting married?

To who? Where? When? How?

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