Nostalgia (ii)

I started NOSTALGIA a couple of weeks ago. I hope you stick around to read it to the end. In case you missed the first part, read it here.

I hailed a cab and sank into the seat. I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.
I called my family to let them know I had arrived safely. I called my teacher, Mr. Hall, and informed him of my arrival. I would spend the day with my best friend who was in Australia for a business trip. I checked into the hotel and took a much needed nap. The past one hour might as well have been a dream.
I was awakened by a call on my phone. It was my friend Matthew. “Timmy, how you doin’? When did you arrive?” He asked
I glanced at my wristwatch. “About five hours ago. I should have called. I thought I did. I’m good. How are your meetings going?”
“Good. Well, wake up sleepyhead and let’s meet at Mariel’s Place. Its two streets down from the hotel. I should be there in half an hour.”
“Fine. Ok.”994large
I freshened up and checked my email. Nothing new. Matthew and I had been friends since Junior High in Nigeria. Our school was a Federal Government School. On this day, our whole class was punished because the Class Captain’s money had been stolen. No one owned up to the crime so our teacher gave us three strokes of cane each. I wasn’t feeling too well that day. Matthew offered to take my strokes for me. Who does that? It’s rare, right? That’s the kind of person Matthew is. The teacher didn’t beat him the extra strokes. I guess he was surprised that Matthew would do that. But since then, Matthew became my best friend. He was different and confident at such a young age.
After High School, we went to different Universities. Matthew studied in London and basically settled there afterward. I studied in South West Nigeria. Distance didn’t mean a thing. Matthew is my friend turned brother. He would be returning in a couple of days so this was a good time to catch up.
The waitress has just placed a cup of water on my table and handed me the menu when Matthew came through the door.
“Timmy!” He exclaimed as I stood up and hugged him. “Man, it’s so good to see you.” We sat and the waitress returned to take our order.
“Yeah, been a couple of years right? We didn’t see last Christmas.” I said
“True. How your book coming along?” He asked
“Well, I should finish it as soon as I return back. I want to give this conference my full attention while I’m here. We started an online magazine last year and I’m the editor. We plan partnering with a couple of NGO’s. Maybe we could offer writing workshops to youths and be part of their publications.” I replied.
“Wow. That’s great. But I want to help push your book sales. I’m positive your book will make the best seller’s list.” He said with a grin.
I laughed. “Thanks bro. So how are you? How are your niece and nephew?”
“They are doing great. Kids in this generation are smart beyond their years.” He told a couple of hilarious stories about them which got us in fits of laughter.
“I met an old friend at the airport.” I told him. He raised a questioning brow.
“You remember Jumoke? I’ve mentioned her a couple of times”.
Matthew’s jaw dropped and he was silent for a while. “Tim, are you serious?”
I nodded.
“You think you mentioned her a couple of times? Timmy, you talked about her every single day for I can’t-remember-how-long. You said your families were cordial and you attended the same church. She had big black eyes and shiny black hair which was always in cornrows. She had an elder brother. Her laughter was infectious. Your family and hers had dinner on several occasions. She teased you about the way you couldn’t pronounce the letter ‘r’ and you called her brother ‘Wichard’ instead of ‘Richard’. You told me how she loves singing and…”
“Stop! I get the point.” I said. Matthew burst into laughter. “You don’t forget things, do you? It’s been over 15 years!” I exclaimed “Did I talk about her that much?”
“You tell me.” He replied with a sarcastic look. “So what was she doing at the airport?”
“She literally bumped into me. She was in a hurry to meet a client. She recognized me.”
Matthew stared at me. “What?” I asked.
“Go on. That’s it? You didn’t talk?”
“Not really. It was so sudden.” I explained how it went to Matthew. “Ok.” He said.
“Ok? What is ok?” I asked
“Tim, what are you expecting me to say? You ran into an old friend. What’s the big deal?”

To be continued…

Do You Remember Me? (II)


Sometime ago I wrote a story with this title. Read it here-

Here is another one. Be blessed.


This is a short message from my era to yours. I hope you remember me. I’m sure you have read about me but you never really thought much of me. I want to share an experience that I will never forget.

I’m a farmer and the season had been very favourable. I lived a very comfortable life and had a few acquaintances among the Pharisees. The Feast of the Passover was drawing near. For the past two years we had been hearing of a man of whom the people claimed had done impossible things. He had cured numerous people of various illnesses. A group of twelve men followed him. I had seen him a couple of times. I eventually had the opportunity to meet Him, though secretly. My friend Nicodemus the Pharisee had met him personally and they had discussed about being born again. I wanted to have a talk with Him too.

On that day, I asked almost the same questions that Nicodemus did. There was just something about that man. In that moment I knew that He was the Messiah. He spoke so gently and so firm. He told me that He has come to save the lost. All I needed to do was to believe. How could I remain in doubt after that experience? I believed Him.

As the Passover drew near, it made more meaning to me. This was the first Passover after meeting the Messiah. This year would be a memorable one. I could feel it in my Spirit.

One sunny afternoon my servant approached me.

“Master. Two men are here to see you. They followed me as I was coming from the well. They told me they are from the Master.” My servant said. I nodded and asked him to beckon them in.

The two men came in. “Shalom.” They greeted.

“Shalom.” I replied. I told them to have a seat. “The Master sent you?”

“Yes.” They replied

“The Master says ‘My time is at hand. I will keep the Passover at thy house with my Disciples.” One of them said.

What? I could not believe my ears. This was so wonderful. My house? What honour! I quickly led the two men to the largest room in my house. I called my servants to bring the finest cloth and mats. I had the room properly furnished.

That was the most memorable event in my life after meeting Him. He had His last Passover in my house and that was a blessing in every way. He chose my house!!

I hope you remember me now. Meeting Him and hosting him in my home, nothing can compare to that. Today, He still wants you to host Him. You can have the privilege I had. Now, it’s even better. He wants to live in your heart. Invite him in and don’t clutter the place with deeds that don’t please Him. Having the Master live in you is the best thing that can happen to you.


December to Remember…


2015 is gradually drawing to a close and the year has been eventful. It’s amazing how the years go by so quickly. When I was younger, January to December seemed so far apart. It took a long time before the year ended, at least to me it felt that way.

Let’s spend December 2015 in gratitude. The Lord has truly been faithful. He has kept me, holding my hand along the way. He has provided food, water and shelter. He has blessed me with an amazing family. Surrounded me with wonderful and encouraging friends.  Kept me in good health. Delivered me from death. Preserved my loved ones. I’m sure you can relate to these blessings. I know you believe He will still do greater things before the year runs out.

I’m just so grateful today. I’m grateful for everyone that has stopped by to read this blog. I encourage you to reflect and say Thank You to a faithful Father and Friend. God is good.