Mobola Writes

Photo Credit: Getty/SiberianPhotographer  6-6-6 I can bet the very first thing that came to mind on sighting that number is "The mark of the beast": especially my christian brethren. You can as well calm down now. Angel Micheal is not ready to blow the trumpet. The date 6-6-6 was a fearful one that year as various news, prophecies, words of knowledge to mention but a few kept flying around. It was presumed to be the day the underworld would strike and every believer should be in church, praying. As a result, all roads led to the redemption camp. Trust African mothers. The day preceding the D-Day was my church's Holy Ghost night while the Saturday was Mfm's Power Must Change Hands program. Mum decided to kill two birds with a stone. My sister and I were dressed in SU clothing. The image of my cap that year keeps coming to my head and I can't help but laugh. That cap should be a national treasure. We completed the holy ghost night service and moved to MFM. It was a

Picture credit: Pixtastock.com (Stickman Kids...) An average number of adults who grew up in Nigerian homes can relate to having visitors around and the reality of receiving monetary gift from them. But we all know how those money ended... That's story for another day. Childhood experiences have a way of shaping our mentality as an adult: directly or indirectly. Mine was having issues with visitors around especially when the visitor didn't give us tips or remain food and drink for me😂. Nigeria was still very good then. So visitors usually have a swell time. As a child, our living space was not large so we had little or no privacy at all. I always had issues whenever visitors come visiting because it meant we had to excuse the room and wait outside for hours. Trust an African mother to give that legendary eye signal and you dare not disobey except you want to see imaginary stars.  There were times we would be having nice family time and a visitor would pop out of nowhere and th