Ah, yes. It’s 2017 now and I haven’t been able to blog just once. Sadness can be a horrible feeling, never letting you move on, nor retrace your steps. It just keeps you stuck on wishes that but remain as wishes.
Indeed I have found the need to express myself once more through this medium of writing. Forgive my absence, and I even can’t promise that I have come to stay. After all, my life cannot exist simply on a page of writing.
Every where I go, in Nigeria, I see these churches, and their slogans beginning with “2017” accompanied with the words, “My Year of”, and completed with whatever the Pastor says he received (from The Lord) as the Theme of the year. Don’t get me wrong, I think that some of these Pastors are truly authentic in their hearing from The Supreme Father, but I also know that I get so tired of hearing these things, simply because these concepts of compulsory achievements set our minds on what we expect for ourselves for the year. And what if those expectations never come to fruition? Then it seems as if, only the rich get richer and the poor stay poor.
It’s Ike a crazy game of “no retreat, no surrender”. Last year, I attended The Living Faith Church (aka Winners Chapel) and the theme was “2016,
