Where Will Our Love Story End?

The first time I met Tola, it felt like the universe paused to orchestrate our meeting. It was at a small bookstore, her fingers grazing the same copy of a poetry collection I had been reaching for. Our eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, something unspoken passed between us. We laughed about the coincidence, struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, we were exchanging numbers. What started as a simple encounter grew into something profound, as our shared love for literature became the foundation of a bond we both cherished deeply.

Months turned into years, and our story unfolded with laughter, challenges, and unforgettable moments. From late-night calls to spontaneous road trips, every chapter of our love felt like a masterpiece. Yet, beneath the surface, the question lingered: *Where will our love story end?* Would it lead to forever, or would life’s uncertainties take us down separate paths? As much as we avoided the thought, it was impossible to ignore the weight of reality pressing against the dreams we had built together.

One quiet evening, as we sat under a starlit sky, Tola turned to me and asked, “Do you think every love story has an ending?” I held her hand, looking into her eyes, and replied, “I don’t know where our story will end, but I do know that every moment with you makes it worth writing.” In that moment, it didn’t matter where the final chapter lay. All that mattered was the love we shared and the memories we continued to create. For now, our story was still being written, one beautiful moment at a time.

TaCheal Musa sherifaadamu

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The Resilient Melody: A Farmer's Challenge and a Musician's Triumph - Ending part of this story.

As the days turned into weeks, the journey of healing my middle finger brought unexpected challenges. One evening, while attending church, the pianist was absent, and I was called upon to fill in. Playing the piano that night was one of the most excruciating experiences of my life. Every press of a key sent sharp pain through my injured finger, but I pushed through, knowing the service depended on me. It felt like an uphill battle, yet my passion for music gave me the strength to endure.

As a guitarist, however, I knew I had to be patient. The intricacies of strumming and fretting required full mobility, and it was clear I wasn’t ready. My choir coordinator noticed my struggle and generously gave me a balm to ease the pain. Along with other treatments and a carefully wrapped bandage on my hand, I began to see signs of improvement. Though it was a slow and sometimes frustrating process, each small step forward gave me hope.

Before the healing process was complete, countless thoughts plagued my mind. Would I ever be able to use my finger to play instruments again? The uncertainty weighed heavily on me, and there were moments when tears streamed down my face as I wrestled with the fear of losing my ability to express myself through music. It was a deeply emotional time, but I clung to hope, trusting that healing would come.

This struggle became a profound part of my journey. Today, as I write this, I can joyfully say my finger has healed completely. Looking back, I’m amazed at how quickly recovery came, considering the severity of the injury. That season of pain and perseverance taught me the value of resilience and the incredible support of those around me. It reminded me that challenges, no matter how daunting, are temporary, and with determination and faith, they can be overcome.


TaCheal Musa

The Resilient Melody: A Farmer's Challenge and a Musician's Triumph

It was a quiet evening, and I found myself tending to my small farm, a cherished extension of my studies in Animal Health and Production. Among the animals, my rambunctious ram had been showing signs of distress, and I knew it needed immediate attention. Determined to care for it, I carefully approached, but in the process of restraining it, an unexpected twist unfolded—literally. My left middle finger bent backward in a way it wasn’t supposed to. Although the bone wasn’t broken, the pain and the sight of my twisted finger left me shaken.

That year was one of the toughest in my life. As a musicologist, my hands are more than tools—they are the instruments through which I express my passion. The thought of not being able to play the guitar or piano, even temporarily, was daunting. Yet, in that moment, I realized the incredible resilience of the human spirit and body. My backyard farm, once a place of solace, had become the scene of a challenge I had to overcome—not just physically but mentally.

Each day that followed became a lesson in perseverance. While I nursed my injured hand, I found creative ways to stay connected to music. That experience taught me the value of patience and adaptation, both as a farmer and a musician. Little did I know, the resilience I built in that season would shape the person I am today. (To be continued...)
TaCheal philarpy Stephanie

The Resilient Melody: A Farmer's Challenge and a Musician's Triumph

It was a quiet evening, and I found myself tending to my small farm, a cherished extension of my studies in Animal Health and Production. Among the animals, my rambunctious ram had been showing signs of distress, and I knew it needed immediate attention. Determined to care for it, I carefully approached, but in the process of restraining it, an unexpected twist unfolded—literally. My left middle finger bent backward in a way it wasn’t supposed to. Although the bone wasn’t broken, the pain and the sight of my twisted finger left me shaken.

That year was one of the toughest in my life. As a musicologist, my hands are more than tools—they are the instruments through which I express my passion. The thought of not being able to play the guitar or piano, even temporarily, was daunting. Yet, in that moment, I realized the incredible resilience of the human spirit and body. My backyard farm, once a place of solace, had become the scene of a challenge I had to overcome—not just physically but mentally.

Each day that followed became a lesson in perseverance. While I nursed my injured hand, I found creative ways to stay connected to music. That experience taught me the value of patience and adaptation, both as a farmer and a musician. Little did I know, the resilience I built in that season would shape the person I am today. (To be continued...)
TaCheal philarpy Stephanie

The Dilemma of Life: A Retired Teacher's Signature

The tremor in her hand betrayed the years etched on her face. Mrs. Adebayo, a retired English teacher, stared at the withdrawal slip, the pen hovering precariously above the signature line. Her fingers, once nimble and adept at crafting elegant prose, now trembled, the familiar flow of letters replaced by a shaky, illegible scrawl.

Age, the silent thief, had robbed her of the fine motor skills she once possessed. The irony wasn't lost on her. A teacher, a wordsmith, now struggling to even sign her name. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a silent mockery of the years spent nurturing young minds and instilling a love for language.

Her first attempt at the bank was a disaster. The teller, with a mixture of pity and impatience, gently suggested she try again. The second attempt was no better. Frustration mounted, threatening to overwhelm her. The bank manager, sensing her distress, offered a solution: a unique signature – the number one.

Mrs. Adebayo, initially hesitant, reluctantly agreed. It felt symbolic, a surrender to the limitations of her aging body. Yet, as she left the bank, a strange sense of liberation washed over her. The number one, simple and unassuming, became her signature, a symbol of resilience, a testament to the fact that even in the face of adversity, life finds a way. She had adapted, found a new way to navigate the challenges of aging, and in doing so, reaffirmed her strength and spirit.

The incident became a turning point. Mrs. Adebayo, no longer defined by her dwindling handwriting, embraced new ways of expressing herself. She rediscovered the joy of storytelling through oral narratives, sharing her wisdom and experiences with her grandchildren. She learned to use technology, dictating her thoughts and memories into her smartphone.

Her story is a reminder that life is a constant journey of adaptation. Even when faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges, we can find new ways to connect, to create, and to express ourselves. The number one, once a symbol of surrender, became a symbol of her resilience, a testament to the enduring human spirit.

TaCheal philarpy

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THE SAVED BUT LOST AFRICA
The Africa continent is like the Israel in the Bible. They have lost their true identity as a chosen people of God. They love the things of “this present world more than the God who created them and are like Demas who loved this present world”. (2 Timothy 4:10). The Africa that was once washed, saved, sanctified and justified before God is now a breeding ground of corrupt people. (1 Corinthians 6:11). Africa how can you escape the judgment of God if you neglect the salvation our Lord Jesus Christ? Africa is blessed with fertile land with all natural resources but now the land of Africa is cursed because of shedding of innocent blood for sacrifices and other abominable acts seen in Africa toady. Because of our sins, we are now slaves in our homeland. African leaders are now “sales executives” of our natural resources God gave us. They sold everything for their families’ benefits thereby making the rich richer and poor poorer.


“O foolish “Africa”, who has bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth, crucified among you? Are ye so foolish? Having begun in the Spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh”? (Galatians 3:1, 3).

The prodigal Africa must return to the Lord in genuine repentance. “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and heal their land”. (2 Chronicles 7:14)

Unless we seek the Lord, Africa will remain as it’s. “Seek ye the LORD while He may be found, call ye upon Him while He is near”. (Isaiah 55:6)

Finally, Africa must develop love for the truth (word of God) which will equip Africa to have a purposeful life.

The word of God teaches four (4) things: (2 Timothy 3:16-17)

He teaches you; God shows you the path on which you should walk.
He rebukes you; God shows when you’re off the path.
He corrects you; God shows you how you can get back on the path.
He trains you; God shows you how can stay on the path.
Rise up, Rise up o Africa. The Lord is calling you back to where you belong.

In my next article I shall be looking at The prostitute and Homosexual Africa

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