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F.A.T- Chapter Six

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Stretching always felt like freedom,  the luxury of splaying in every direction at once. My hands groped lazily across the sheets until they landed on my Bible. With a sleepy smile, I sat up slowly. “Lord Jesus, thank You for another beautiful day, a day You blessed and gave me. Thank You for my family, my academics, for Tunde, and for my friends. Help us live for You. And Lord, I don’t want to be nosy, but I do care about Tunde and his issues. It feels strange that someone who drives a convertible wrestles with such heavy problems. I’m not saying You can’t bless him or that he doesn’t deserve it, I just… I want to stop driving myself crazy with questions. If it’s Your will, let him open up to me; if not, shut those thoughts out. Thank You for loving me, even though I disturb You every single minute. And I promise not to stop, because I know You love hearing everything from me. In Jesus’ matchless name, Amen.” I flipped open to Joshua 1:5: “There shall not any man be able to stand ...
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F.A.T- Chapter Five

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At home, I balanced two steaming plates of jollof spaghetti crowned with boiled eggs. Doing a playful jig, I announced, “Chef Ada at your service!” Chinaza squealed. I set her plate down and mine beside it. She eagerly gripped her fork.  “Not so fast,” I chided. “Pray first.” She quickly folded her hands. “Lord Jesus, thank You for today’s sermon and this amazing food my big sis made. Thank You for being our provider. Please also provide for the orphans and everyone who doesn’t have hope of a meal. And Lord, bless my sis with a restaurant so she can make even bigger, more delicious meals. In Jesus’ matchless name, Amen.”  I burst into laughter, cleaning up the sink as she dug in, her innocence lighting the room like sunshine.         ------------------------------------------------------------------- Later, in the lab, Funke frowned and nudged me. “Okay, Judas Iscariot,” she teased. Then sighed. “I hate my life.” “Hey! Watch your language. Take it back.” Sh...
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F.A.T-Chapter Four

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I shoveled a spoonful of Colostone ice cream into my mouth and grinned as Alfred sulked. He still refused to tell me what Mum had said to him. I tried not to laugh, but his sad puppy face was priceless. Honestly, he should be glad, between Mum and Funke, he had people keeping him in check. “Heyyy, cheer up. You brought me out to make me happy, don’t go all moody on me.” I flicked my spoon, sending a perfect shot of ice cream onto his white Polo. “Heyyy!” he flared. “Heyyy yourself,” I mimicked with exaggerated annoyance, then stood to leave. “Where are you going?” “Home.”  “Home?” “Yes. I don’t like jerks.” As I brushed past him, he tugged my arm, smiling. “Sit.”  I gave him a look. He chuckled. “Please sit.” I obeyed, smug at the sweet mess melting on his Polo. “I’ll get you for that,” he warned. “God didn’t teach you to revenge.” “I’m getting a lot of lectures these days. I must really suck at being a believer.” “Amen, brother.” He snickered and dabbed a bit of ice cream ont...
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F.A.T-Chapter Three

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After a sweaty workout session, I stretched for the eleventh time, bones popping in protest. Wrapping a towel around myself, I paused the YouTube exercise video and dug into a bag of cheese-flavored chips while scrolling through my contacts. “Pick up, Funke,” I muttered as I dialed. "What’s popping?” came her cheerful voice. I laughed. “Someone’s happy.” “Yea, gist me, joor.” “About what?” “I’m coming over.” “Fine, bring your history notes. We’ve got catch-up to do.” She groaned dramatically. “Ah, nerdiest nerd of them all.” I laughed heartily and hopped into the shower.      Minutes later, the doorbell rang. I sprinted downstairs before Mum could get it. My smile froze the moment I opened the door. “What’s he doing here?” Alfred grinned like the troublemaker he was, pushing past me into the house as if he owned it. “Why did you bring him?” I hissed at Funke. “Don’t blame me. You know Alfred,” she said, hands raised in surrender. Of course, I did. Alfred’s persuasive char...
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F.A.T-Chapter Two

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I tried to listen attentively as our borrowed History lecturer droned on, but my eyes kept drifting toward the couple seated just ahead of me. They whispered, exchanged folded notes, and giggled like two children who had just discovered a secret. Lord, please help me to focus, I prayed silently, before quickly switching seats. With that little distraction out of sight, I finally managed to concentrate. “So, we’ll continue from there next week by God’s grace,” Miss Bolanle concluded with a small smile. “Please endeavor to research on the precolonial masters, okay?” “Yes, ma,” the class chorused in unison.            –--–----------––––––––----------------------------------- Philippians 4:19 . “What should we do now?” Funke yawned beside me as we left the lecture hall. We had the rest of the day free until our usual study session at 4 p.m., which gave us plenty of idle time to fill. My stomach groaned before I could respond. “Let’s grab lunch.” Funke’s face l...
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