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Pope Francis Talks About Gays, Women Priests and Vatican Bank


According to RomeReports, Pope Francis kept his promise to speak to the Vatican Press Corps on his journey back to Rome. And for over an hour Francis held a no holds bare press conference “where nothing was off limits. For the first time he talked about controversial issues like the role of women in the Church, the Vatican Bank and he even talked about the so called ‘gay lobby.'”

On the Gay Lobby, Francis said:

“Quite a lot has been published about the gay lobby. I have yet to find someone who introduces himself at the Vatican, with a ‘gay ID card.’ In these situations, it’s important to distinguish between a gay person and a gay lobby, because having a lobby is never good. If a gay person, is a person of good will who seeks God, who am I to judge? The catechism of the Church…

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Encounters with Jesus on the Way to the Cross: Martha and Mary of Bethany

Jesus, Mary, Martha and YOU!

Kirk H. Neely

Sermon:  Encounters with Jesus on the Way to the Cross:  Martha and Mary of Bethany
Text:  John 12:1-10; Luke 10: 38-42; John 11


A different cross appears on the cover of the worship bulletin each Sunday during the season of Lent.  The cross this week is a Trinitarian cross.  You can clearly see the three-in-one theme in the depiction of the cross of Christ.  If you draw a cross in each quadrant of the Trinitarian cross, you create a Jerusalem Cross.  Those of you who have been to the Holy Land are familiar with this depiction of the cross, but perhaps you do not remember the meaning behind this five-cross configuration.  The large cross in the center stands for the city of Jerusalem.  Each of the smaller crosses represents a city, village, or town.  One cross represents Bethlehem, the place where Jesus was born.  A second represents…

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Only A Flame #ChildNotBride

Moskeda Lounge


I sat crouched at a corner of the room… With my arms circled around my folded knees.

Another stream of tears rolled effortlessly down my cheeks as I relived the experience.

I could still feel his fingers like the gentle slithery movements of a snake as he caressed my body.

I closed my eyes….If only I could shut out the images…

But No…. They were there… Refusing to leave…They came with such vivid clarity!

Images of flailing arms … Fighting to keep away the evil that loomed above me.

I remembered trying to scream… But I couldn’t hear the sound of my own voice.

Randomly the images came, in no defined order. I recalled a struggle to retain my underwear as groping hands determined to take them off…

The sound of a dress being torn…

Then I remembered the slap! Like a thunderbolt, the impact had gone through my whole…

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The crime that is child marriage – the sin that is child marriage!


He said her ‘cocoyams’ were ripe. That was all the reason he needed to approach Halima’s father to ask for her hand in marriage. The smile on Adamu’s face was disgusting and not because it was hard deciphering how much of his teeth his lips covered for they were of like shade and colour. Worse still was watching Hassan, Halima’s father, nodding, giggling demonically and embracing his new ‘son-in-law’ after hearing his proposal.

The entire marriage process was quicker than it took for him to spot her and ‘like’ her in the first place. Pervert! With two wives and six children, half of which were older than Halima, waiting for him at home, I wondered what he needed her for.

Girl as she was, Halima looked on like some young untried knight as her mother broke the news of her marriage to her. And then all she could do was…

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My 2013 Caine Prize ShortlistTweets

Find this year’s shortlist here.

My tweets in May 2013 on each of the five submisions follow below. We now know who won and carried away the fat yam “tuber”!

  1. @ikhide Okparanta – a delicate exploration of a taboo subject spiced with one fascinating moonlight tale @StNaija

  2. @ikhide Ibrahim – shattered ribs/bones & dreams + a journey into self, soul, society, relationships & fringes of the spirit realm @StNaija

  3. @feathersproject ije enu, indeed, nwanne nkem! Oso ndi, owe ndi! where have the all “clue-full” ones gone?

  4. @StNaija Pede – Home coming for a Johnnie Just Drop (JJD), a mocking x-ray of Africa – running over with with sardonic humor @ikhide

  5. @StNaija Tope Folrain had me in stitches with the way he demolished the new cure-all xtianity! fayaaaa! @ikhide

  6. @ikhide Elnathan – street children, social neglect, juvenile criminality, election rigging and post election violence. @StNaija

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The My Boy Chronicles Part 2| Interlude

Fresh! First “My boy lollipop” put down and now Her “girl lollipop” slam drop!


The Consequences Of Loving Joan

When she followed you on Twitter, you were ecstatic. It wasn’t everyday that a Coke writing shortlistee-to-be followed an anonymous account from the back waters of the Niger Delta. Modesty was key, one didn’t want to seem crude or ill-mannered. At your desk, you shrieked and danced; online you tweeted : Thanks for following back.

At first you worried that it wouldn’t last. What on earth had made such a popular, pretty lady follow a nonentity like you? It did last though, longer than you thought it would. You were hard to love and sometimes your strong minded views on christian affairs made your tweets sting the eyes of some would be followers. From time to time you checked to see if she was still there; still following you. It was never a small consolation to discover that indeed she was.

You had met her…

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The My Boy Chronicles. Part 1

“My boy” – Patronizing or matronizing?



[To be read in your best ‘T.D. Jakes voice.]

Now these begin the chronicles of the My Boy Saga. A story of great moral value to those who desire fame or are at risk of falling prey to it.

1. It came to pass that a certain Ngozi wrote a book called Amerikana which was widely talked about around the whole world. Many regarded it with awe and some with exasperation. As a service to the Bostonrearview, a great teacher of African literature, AB did interview Ngozi about the book. Their interview went most amicably until it happened upon the subject of new African writing and the Caine Prize.

To which, in part, Ngozi replied

“Eli was one of my boys in my workshop.”

“What’s this over-privileging of the Caine Prize anyway… it is not the arbiter of the best fiction in Africa. It’s never been. I know that Chinelo…

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