Dark Days by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Do you know that God respects no man? If you sin, you will sink! Humans naturally reflect their world. So your actions are the product of what is in you. Evil has crept into the world. Only people that identify with Jesus Christ will swim to safety on the last day. "The name of the LORD is a strong tower: the righteous runs into it and is safe" (Proverbs 18v10).

For you to enjoy your place in eternity, you must embrace righteousness. Anything short of this is a highway to hell. "Righteousness exalts a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people" (Proverbs14v34). We have stepped into dark days; the era that Jesus Christ prophesied about over two thousand years ago. He said and I quote, "And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying I am the Christ; and shall deceive many. Any ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars, see that ye be not troubled. For all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes in divers places. All these are the beginning of sorrow" (Matthew 24v8-14).

You cannot sit on the fence. You either swim with Jesus or sink with Satan. Remember that if you are a friend of the world, you are God's enemy(James 4v4). If you don't embrace godliness, you will breed worldliness.My Friend, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God(Hebrew10v31). Whether you believe it or not, Satan hunts for your soul everyday(1Peter 5v8).

Do you know that people die on daily basis and as you are reading this piece that someone had just kicked the bucket? No matter how powerful you are, you are not in total control of your life. You can only be secured if Jesus Christ is in your boat. "He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadows of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust (Psalm 91v1-2).
Surrender to Jesus today. Tomorrow may be too late.

Wagner Ekundayo by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

A cockerel sounded it was dawn as tragedy walked the bare chest of the street and wrote frustration on the face of the earth. The land that spread before me like an old balance sheet under the little nose of a shrewd accountant was covered with men who were as dark as the midnight, broken and shattered, like savages in defenseless post waiting for providence to take her esteemed seat in the scheme of things and humble the bizarre tale that is more hellish than the enterprise of a sorcerer.

They were reduced by the cruel hands of an unjust fate, and had nothing better to do than gazing at our mutual friend, the sun—a hot yellow ball that fed the earth as if there was no morrow. I saw tears gathered in their eyes and were not better than a woman in travail in a cold night. It would have been better they never had a dose of his goodwill, for his goodwill was like a grave, lurking in the pool of loneliness, which was the meal for men of little means and those under the spell of confusion.

One of them whose head is like a poorly decorated coffin wore a frown as if he mistakenly hit his thumb with the anvil. The old little man among them who seemed to be robust due to years of inactivity gave himself much supplication like an army of enlightened pastors in a sanctuary praying fervently as if they were next to God.

To say the least, confusion strolled in and stood like a pillar of salt before the wounded congregation. The vital part of me which was dead and buried on the wings of the ugly day walked into silence few nights after he made a short work of a brown pig on a dunghill in the talking forest. Such was the tale of Wagner Ekundayo.