VESSEL

 “God is always faithful. I am glad I know He can be trusted,” Felicia smiled, revealing that charming gap tooth that had caught Bro. Wale’s attention from the start. “If Bro. Wale catch that smile, ehen?” Amena laughed, watching Felicia’s cheeks bloom into a bright, warm colour. She always knew how to make her friend shine. “Leave me joor. Will I see you at the next fellowship meeting?” Felicia asked, joy radiating as she held Amena’s hand. “Sure,” Amena replied softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. Felicia beamed, her energy infectious. Amena watched her, quietly fascinated by how the love for fellowship seemed to fill Felicia with life. They were neighbours in what they jokingly called the best off-campus building. Their bond had grown from shared frustrations; no water, flickering lights, the struggle for transport to the university, but more importantly, they were united in their love for God. Amena knew Felicia genuinely believed she was deeply rooted in Christ. What Fe...

“These texts are brutal. I wonder how you do it,”  she said, her eyes holding a trace of amusement at how her friend calmly worked through the tons of ‘little’ assignments, as Prof. Wale liked to call them. Ziba smiled. “I’m not a bookworm, oh. I just dedicate myself to it, that’s all. It keeps my mind engaged.” She had noticed how Mena had gradually infused herself into her life, too smoothly, too easily. Ziba hated it, yet she did not know how to gently wade her off. Over the next couple of days, she deliberately sat far off in class, but Mena always managed to fish her out. Today was one of those days. “When will you agree to have lunch with me, na? I know a nice buka on campus,” Mena smiled. She was genuinely intrigued by the dedication Ziba gave to her studies, and she knew she needed a fraction of that discipline to ace her grades. Ziba smiled back. “Soon. I will agree soon.” Mena had a sixth sense, she knew she wasn’t entirely welcome in Ziba’s space, but she also wasn’t com...