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Ministering the Cross through poetry, critical articles and inspirational stories.

Book Of The Month – April 2019

Posted on April 1, 2019March 31, 2019 by Ufuomaee

April is the time we usually remember and celebrate the Lord’s sacrifice for us.  It seemed timely to feature this… Read more Book Of The Month – April 2019

Book Of The Month – March 2019

Posted on March 1, 2019February 28, 2019 by Ufuomaee

Our book of the month this March is a great collection for the lovers, the singles and the married folks,… Read more Book Of The Month – March 2019

Book Of The Month – February 2019

Posted on February 1, 2019February 1, 2019 by Ufuomaee

Welcome to the Love Month everyone!  This is the season for celebrating Valentines and everything romantic!  It’s also a special… Read more Book Of The Month – February 2019

Book of the Month – January 2019

Posted on January 1, 2019January 1, 2019 by Ufuomaee

Happy New Year to all my followers, readers and patrons!  Thanks so much for your love and support throughout 2018! … Read more Book of the Month – January 2019

Beauty And The Beast

Posted on October 3, 2018December 1, 2019 by Ufuomaee

Erhuvwun is the most beautiful girl in her small village.  Everyone knows this, and her father, Onuoha, takes great pride… Read more Beauty And The Beast

‘Til Death Do Us Part (A Short Story)

Posted on August 31, 2018May 4, 2019 by Ufuomaee

The story of Alicia, Adrian and Estelle, three friends caught in a love triangle. It is a story of love,… Read more ‘Til Death Do Us Part (A Short Story)

The House Girl

Posted on August 8, 2018September 1, 2019 by Ufuomaee

Chinyere is excited when her aunty Chinwe comes to take her to Abuja to work for a rich family, who… Read more The House Girl

Perfect Love

Posted on August 2, 2018May 20, 2019 by Ufuomaee

Unhappily married Onome meets her ex-boyfriend and “the love of her life” just months before her sixth wedding anniversary. Now,… Read more Perfect Love

The Gift Of Sight

Posted on April 2, 2018May 4, 2019 by Ufuomaee

This is a collection of 30 articles, originally published at www.ufuomaee.blog, that deal with the gift of faith that every… Read more The Gift Of Sight

Afraid To Disagree?

Posted on April 1, 2018May 4, 2019 by Ufuomaee

This is a collection of 30 articles, originally published at www.ufuomaee.blog, that explore a different perspective to some traditionally held… Read more Afraid To Disagree?

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My first #freebook, #BrokenbyUfuomaee Reposted fr My first #freebook, #BrokenbyUfuomaee Reposted from @mixsiefunbooks Who am I? How do I even begin to answer that question? In all honesty, I don't know who I am, I'm still finding out. I've stopped being shocked at what I am capable of, and decided that I'm going to be true to my real self, and whoever can't deal with it...that's their issue and not mine. But you're probably asking about my name and my career, basically my bio and my background, right? Well, my name is Promise or Missy, depending on my mood. My native name is Tejumola Olamisan. I am the second of three children to my parents Kayode and Bukola Odedina. I am 29 years young. I have an elder brother, Toyin, and a younger sister, Kemi. I am married to Openiyi Olamisan. We've been married a little over a year now. No kids. He is a Business Man, and I'm, well, a Home-maker. I wouldn't say house-wife. I just don't think that title suits me. When I met my husband, I was what some might call a "runs girl". I had a string of guys I was sleeping with, who looked after my various wants and needs. I wasn't into commitment or anything like that. Relationships for me were about what you can give, and what you're getting in return. I gave them what they wanted, and I got what I wanted. No big deal. Ope was different. He was probably the only guy in my life that didn't try to get into my pants. You see, my lifestyle was no secret. I wore it like a badge of honour, and the judgement and abuses I got from other women and even some men, spurred me on. Anytime I feel like someone is trying to contain me or control me, I just have to show them that I won't fit and I won't be moulded. But even knowing what I do, Ope was still a friend to me. He never judged me or tried to save my soul! He just was him and I was me, and I found that I could talk to him about every and anything. And I actually started to fancy him... . And so we've come to the end of this week's episode of #mixsiespotlight with @ufuomaee A great ride it was. . Broken is also available in audio on @mixsiefunbooks Go check it out guys, link is in our bio. . . . #mixsieaudiobooks #mixsiefunbooks #writersandpoets #writingcommunity
Check out this brief #preview of #TheAtheist Repo Check out this brief #preview of #TheAtheist Reposted from @mixsiefunbooks I wake up to consciousness. All around me is fire, but it doesn’t burn. The strangest thing. There are many people around. Some of them are crying and screaming. I turn to look at what they are all looking at. It is my car. It is ablaze in red hot flames and smoke. I touch myself to see if I am injured at all. I’m fine! I wonder if anyone was injured. I don’t even remember what happened… In the midst of the crowd, I see them. My wife and our little girl. The police are preventing them from passing the tape. I call to them and run to embrace them. But my touch has no impact. They are looking right through me. "What is this???" I am beginning to be afraid. Why can’t they see me? Why can’t I touch them? “Angela… Angela,” I call her name. “I’m here, Angela. Stop crying…” But she can’t hear me. That is when I see it. A corpse. The body is covered as it is wheeled away in a stretcher andinto an ambulance. Instinctively, I follow it. They don’t see me enter, as they close and lock the ambulance door. I now know what had happened. There is only one explanation. But I am afraid to confirm it. It doesn’t make any sense. Why am I still here…living, when my body laid burnt and lifeless on the stretcher? What type of existence is this? “You have crossed over to the next life.” I blink twice, and look about me, sure that this medical staff is talking to someone other than me. But he is looking right at me. “I thought no one can see me,” I say. “No, they can’t, but I can.” “How? Who are you? And why am I still…alive…when I am dead?” “I’m your guide. You can call me Samuel.” . Wow! Day 6 of sharing amazing works from the equally amazing @ufuomaee , our #mixsiespotlight #writeroftheweek Go over to her page and show her some love, you can as well check out some of her already published works. The Atheist is also available on the Mixsie platform as an audiobook. Go check it out, guys! . . . #mixsieaudiobooks #mixsiefunbooks #writeroftheweek #writingcommunity #christianstories #atheist #christianwriter #writersandpoets #christianwritingcommunity #writersofig #authorsofafrica
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