Ruyi's World of Books & Stories

More Than a Beer by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren On a wet Sunday morning, I strolled by a church. Service was in full swing and it was a full house. There was hardly any space left for anyone to sit. It’s the culture in this part of the world for church service to be packed with humans seeking the face of God for solution to their problems. The days are evil, things are hard and many people are disgruntled. So they are constantly on the lookout for any resemblance of Jesus Christ walking on water. In this dark times, the church is where some people unwind or find succor. Armed with dangerous prayer points, members could imagine themselves beat Satan to death. It’s almost a free world. Everyone is encouraged to engage in mental and spiritual exercise to stay alive. With the exercise, comes the right to cry their hearts out and then walk back home either to face the mountain killing them or be liberated. It is hard to be in this system and not get drawn into the emotional hole. It is a nightmare...

  In Touch With the Nation We are gods but there is a “ Supreme Being” that rules in the affairs of men. This Supreme Being is the God of us all. “Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh…” Jeremiah 32 v 27a. He is ever willing to accept people irrespective of their weakness and shortcoming. He is eternal, glorious and powerful. He is open to help anyone because we are all inscribed in the palm of his hands. This Supreme Being is not a material God that requires sticks and stones before He will respond to our call. He is a spiritual being and it requires a high level of spirituality to work with Him. “God is a spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth,” John 4 v 24. We are grossly at a disadvantage if we appear before God empty . No matter how tough, identify with your maker and resist whatever will take his place in your life. Poverty is not an excuse to remain clueless and empty. God is all you need to have all your needs met. You cannot aff...

  Food vendor in Lagos: No Longer the Same I was at a restaurant around 11 pm. It was odd, bitterly cold and there was nothing I could do about it. I was desperate to see Dorcas, the food vendor. She's a great cook. So I was ready to wait forever in order to eat some tasty noodles. No time was too late to attend to the call and keep the stomach and mind in check. I will be at a disadvantage if I go into the night shift without food in my stomach. It was surely going to be a long night. I had to eat in order to be in the right frame of mind. One easy way to be distracted is to be hungry and watch the time slowly ticks away. The feeling can be frustrating. I was not alone. Next to me was a fellow in his thirties. He was pale and drawn. Dark and slim. If he was placed on a scale, he would weigh slightly more than a feather. I don’t know why he wore a long face. But if I am to judge by the prevailing circumstance, I would say the harsh economic climate in Nigeria had directly impac...