“Adonai” by Ewurama

Psalm 103:1 (NIV)

“Praise the Lord, my soul and all my inmost being, praise his holy name.”

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“Onise Iyanu” by Nathaniel Bassey

Hey! Hey!

Iyanu! Iyanu!

Onise! Onise!

Iyanu! Iyanu!

Onise! Onise!


Onise Iyanu!



Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote sums up what runs through my mind. “all I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all that I have not seen.”


Prayer for Nathaniel Bassey

Awesome God, you are the God of awesome wonders. Blessed be your name! Continue to reveal your awesomeness to Nathaniel Bassey! Great God, thank you. Amen.

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“You are great” by Steve Crown

You know what blows my mind when I consider how great God is? That all I know, all I can know; everything recorded in man’s history about God’s greatness is not all there is to God’s greatness. In fact, that is just the beginning. He is infinitely GREAT! At that point, I stop thinking and…and I just have to worship…I just do…

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Family’s Bane (II)

Previously on Family's bane
Could God ever be so heartless?

“How can we be mocked like this, Kodjo?” Mama Gina cried harder.

“Genie!” Mama Gina’s visitor screamed.

“Oh my God! Akosua, is this you?” Mama Gina replied in a voice mixed with surprise and joy.

“Wow, forty years is enough to forget me?” Akosua stood with arms akimbo and feigned displeasure.

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The storyteller’s mercy V


Previously on The Storyteller's mercy
All of a sudden, the bus swerved sharply to the left and then to the right 
again. Amidst the blaring horns, blinding headlights and piercing screams, 
I heard a loud collision and then the side of the bus where I was seated 
began to lift off the ground. Unfortunately, I was not wearing a seat belt 
so I flew out of my seat. Neither was she.

[Main character’s narration in navy blue text]

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Beep. Beep. Beep…

My eyes fluttered opened but I quickly closed it as quickly as I opened it. Wincing and squinting, I tried opening my eyes again only to see a huge white figure standing over me. The person, who was holding a book, seemed to be searching for something in it. My name?

“Is this the afterlife, like heaven?”

The figure looked up and shook the head.

Everything became dark.


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The storyteller’s mercy IV

Previously on "The Storyteller's Mercy"
“You are very WICKED!” She put her feet on the floor and changed her sitting
position, one similar to mine just that I had my palm underneath my head and
she held her shawl which she had crumpled into a ball on her laps.

I allowed the silence to linger.

“That is not all,” I said feeling smug.

She raised a brow and turned her head to look at me with an expectant face, although I could see she was a little bit annoyed. I took that as a cue to continue my story.

“So ever since the day the little girl gave her vase away, her father also took his vase out of her reach lest she gave it away too. This annoyed her so much, her relationship with her father became strained. The nanny noticed the tension and tried to help matters in her own way; the nanny would usually send the girl to her father’s shop, which was next door, with his lunch but she would just hand it over to one of the apprentices at the shop so she would not have to see him. The nanny also extended the girl’s bedtime by an hour so that they could have a daddy-daughter time but the daughter would simply stay all by herself in her room. The father also tried to reach out to his daughter to no avail. Subsequent years were no different; times became very dull in their household.”

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