LWMB: What Do You Wanna Be?

‘Blood! Blood! Blood! And then death!’

The bunny screamed as she pulled up rolls of red ribbon and then squished a bit of Ketchup to show more blood. She then froze for a second to show death before ‘coming back to life’ to continue her drama.

Ikem sat transfixed as he watched Zootopia. He followed the tiny bunny keenly as she went on to achieve her dreams of becoming a Police Officer. Right there and then, a new dream was birthed.

Here comes the school project and project defence.

Me: Ikem, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Ikem: A Police Officer!

Me:Really?! Why?

Ikem: To help the good guys, to catch the bad guys, to drive a Police Car and own a Police Gun.

Me: Ye! What happened to wanting to become a Pastor?

Project done, defence done. Uncle Too comes visiting some weeks later.

Uncle Too: Ikem, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Ikem: I want to be a Police Officer.

Uncle Too: When I was your age, I wanted to become a Police Officer…

Ikem: But then you became an Uncle

Uncle Too: ūüėÄ Well… You are going to be an Uncle too

Ikem: Nooooooo! I don’t want to be an Uncle, I want to be a Police Officer!

Chilling with Uncle Tochukwu

Life With My Boys: Caption This

Chierika reading Bedtime Story to Ikem

Tonight, I was going through the bedtime routine with Ikem. We had a guest, so he already stayed up late. First was the bedtime story and after that was prayer time, which he led.

Usually, he would say a short prayer, then the Grace, then Surely and we would round up with the greeting ‘Cheer Up brethren, the Word Works!’

Tonight was different, he had started with the short prayer, then he interjected with ‘I just want you to speak in tongues’.
I was a bit surprised but I complied and we started speaking in tongues. I waited for him to round up but he continued, so I followed.

Then my cousin dropped a white saucer of fried plantain besides us (we were in the middle of our sitting room, lying on the floor on a blanket and I had requested for the Plantain earlier).


The aroma of the soft, fried over ripe plantain was quite inviting. At this time I tried to round up the prayer by saying ‘Alleluia’ and glancing at Ikem.

For where…

He looked at me and said ‘I just want you to speak in tongues for one last time’.


We continued speaking… Then it dawned on me that he was re-enacting what he saw at the all-night prayer we attended on Friday because he now started making declarations…

‘Father we live by your Word in Jesus name!’ Then he spoke in tongues

‘Your Word will not fail us in Jesus name!’ More tongues.

By this time, I just forgot about the Plantain…

I thought he said one last time, I said in my heart. I tried to round up again by saying ‘Alleluia’.

‘I just want you to pray in tongues for this last time’, he said again, with half open eyes, his palms joined together in prayer position.

Dear Lord… I just burst into laughter… I’m so sorry but it was quite funny.

He groaned, held my shoulders and said, ‘please don’t mess this up’

I quickly repented and we went back to praying in tongues.

When I saw he was speaking slower and probably feeling sleepy, I interjected with ‘In Jesus name.’

He then rounded up with a few more declarations. We shared the Grace, Surely and the Greeting.

Then we reached for the Plantain…

The End.

Life With My Boys: Before Jesus Comes…

Ikem re-enacting the Crucifixion… without the nails!

On Easter Monday, I was attending to a steaming pot of red tomato sauce in the kitchen. Ikem had helped me prepare the bell pepper and had been waiting for the stew to be ready so he can dig in. He came into the kitchen as I was rounding up and the conversation below ensued:

Ikem: Mummy, I’m hungry

Me: The Stew will soon be done

Ikem: When will it be done?

Me: Soon

Ikem: But that’s when Jesus is coming

Me: (Bursts out laughing) The Stew will be done before Jesus comes.
Hallelujah! Jesus is alive and he’s coming back for his people. Are you ready?

John 3:16: For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life.

Romans 10:9-10 (NLT) If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.


You can make Jesus Christ the Lord of your life by praying the Prayer below:

‚ÄúO¬†Lord¬†God, ¬†I¬†believe¬†with¬†all ¬†my heart¬†in Jesus¬†Christ,¬†Son¬†of¬†the living¬†God.¬†I¬†believe¬†He¬†died¬†for¬†me¬†and¬†God¬†raised¬†Him¬†from¬†the dead. I¬†believe ¬†He‚Äôs¬†alive¬†today. I¬†confess ¬†with¬†my¬†mouth¬†that¬†Jesus ¬†Christ¬†is ¬†the Lord¬†of¬†my¬†life¬†from¬†this day. Through ¬†Him¬†and¬†in¬†His¬†Name,¬†I¬†have eternal¬†life;¬†I‚Äôm¬†born¬†again.¬†Thank you Lord,¬†for¬†saving¬†my¬†soul!¬†I‚Äôm¬†now a¬†child¬†of¬†God.¬†Hallelujah!‚ÄĚ

Congratulations! You’re now a child of God.

For more information on what to do, please send me an e-mail at thestorytela@gmail.com

Prayer from Rhapsody of Realities Teevo

Life With My Boys: My Baby is Not For Sale

I have a Jiji.ng account, it’s where I sell things I don’t need that are still in very good condition or maybe stuff I got brand new but changed my mind about.

On this particular day, I was nursing Okem and trying to multi-task by uploading stuff on my Jiji.ng page. Usually, he would throw his arms around and when he did it this day, it hit the screen of my tab just when I was about to upload a picture and next thing, I looked at my tab and it was this picture of him that he had selected and it was about to upload.

It really made me laugh, as in how come it was his picture at this time from a random hand throw? I got a screenshot and decided to preserve it for him to see before quickly deleting it mbok! LOL. He is sooo not for sale.

#babynotforsale #notojijing

Help!!!!! I’m a Ghost…

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

I laugh in a deep cracking baritone, slowly drawing the syllable of each ‘Ho!’

My hands are raised and my wrists are drooping with my fingers extended. My body is drapped in white and every inch of my brown face is covered with white powder. Scary enough?

‘Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!’ I scream in an increasing innuendo…

Okay! Back to reality.

I’m a Ghostwriter.

Not that kind of fake ghost shown in cartoons. LOL

A Ghostwriter is someone who helps you write your article or book and gets paid for doing it. In order words, if you have a book idea but not the time to write it, you could share your thoughts with me, I write the book on your behalf and it get’s published with your name.

Scary right? Absolutely not.

So it’s time to live your dream of publishing those book titles and telling your stories.

Send an e-mail to thestorytela@gmail.com or simply comment below so we get started.

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

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