A Conversation With God About Nigeria

God: "Aren't you going to pray before going to sleep?"

Me: "Nope. Not in the mood."

God: "Why not?"

Me: "Just not in the mood that's all."

Few minutes silence

God: " You seem a little upset. Is something wrong?"

Me: " Well, you're God, you should know."

God: "lol...yep, you're spot-on there my friend. But I still want you to tell me yourself."

Me: " Why?"

God: "Because I like chatting with you."

Me: "I'm really not in the mood for chatting tonight, so please leave me alone; I just want to sleep. I'm exhausted, tired of this damn awful country, and I don't want to think about anything at all right now."

God: " Hmmm...what country are you referring to?"

Me: "What country do you think?! Nigeria  of-course!’’

God: "Really?? I thought you were quite happy here. Just a few months ago you seemed very pleased about the direction Nigeria was going."

Me: "Yea, I was. But now I'm not so sure. In-fact I am sure. This country isn't going in any flipping direction. We just continue to live in false hope whilst forever going round in circles. I'm sick and tired of this God forsaken country."

God: "Ahhh, there you go with that term again."

Me: "What term?"

God: "God forsaken"

Home

In the twinkling of an eye Folake and Tolu are lined up along with millions of others on either side of a highway of sorts. At least it looks like a highway, except it is paved in perfect white and light-blue marble.

Although there are so many people, the feeling of discomfort that one often gets when one is in a crowded area or a large gathering seems nonexistent. Rather, each person seems to have all the space in the world—and yet there are so many.

There is a distinct air of total freedom about this place—a sense of a new beginning—and yet each and every person in this happy procession feels as though he or she is walking towards something that is strangely familiar, as though heading home. They all know that something or everything has changed—that life will never be the same as it was before. But though they feel elated, none dares to believe or even imagine the unimaginable.

The Keys

Not only had Jesus’s compassion for mankind resulted in the painful personal experience of death, but He was now about to experience the cold bitterness and decay of hell.

In front of Him lay a vast stretch of what can only be described as darkness—no skies, no stars, no moon, just a dark and misty gloom. Behind Him lay another vast stretch of darkness, and to His right and to His left lay complete nothingness.

The bleakness that surrounded Him almost made Him wonder how He had gotten there. There was no path visible, no semblance of activity or movement in sight. But He did know where He was, and He knew exactly how He had gotten there.