Amara-Nonye Blog

  It's once again a season to remember our Lord and saviour Jesus, and many creatives have not disappointed in their display of the events of the season. One of such creative videos caught my attention, and as a writer  per excellence,  a lot of ideas are determined to be poured out. I know that many Christians frown at any comical display of Christ-related issues. But, suffice it to say that no matter your stance or opinion, drama is a powerful informative and entertaining channel. And, like every great art, this skit by IG: @randypeterz while entertaining, made me ponder on the ramifications of what Christians would have faced had Christ Jesus being reluctant or refused to die for our transgressions.  Have ever wondered about that? And, as a Christian, does it scare you to imagine Christianity without  the death and  resurrection   of Christ Jesus?  Well let's not allow fear to rule us, and embrace optimism. Our optimistic nature have decided to...

   Okay...  #fbf  time 💃🏻 It was on a bright Tuesday afternoon, on the 3rd of January, 2023, that I got served😫. I woke up with no inclination of the breakfast that awaited me that day.🥺 And, 'YES' inedible breakfasts aren't sweet😑—as you know—if you've ever been served one. Before you deduce what hasn't be said/written,  #becalmingdown o🤗 Cos it wasn't relationship breakfast😂, it was job-breakfast.🥺 Hope you're not disappointed in this my story cos it's not love matter😏. Please, keep reading cos God has a message somewhere for you—YES—you 🤎  It all started with what seemed like a stroke of fate, that got I & my two friends this connection for a 'supposedly' awesome job— you know,😉 with so much cash potential. And, before you ask/wonder,  it's a legit/legal, moral job .😀 We've been waiting for this employment for a long while... but that's not the angle this my story is headed to. 🙄 Back to the  #fbf .  On that beauti...

  I can vividly remember 15/12/2010‎ like it was yesterday.  On the fateful evening of 14/12/2010, my youngest uncle had called to inform us that a group of foreign medical experts came to Orlu Teaching hospital, Imo state to operate on patients with goitre, and that he enrolled my grand-ma. Mama had being with this goitre for years and had previously objected to surgery. How my uncle convinced her to participate this time around is still a mystery to me. After receiving his call that day, I was delegated to travel to the village. I grudgingly accepted, not that I didn't want to visit mama, but I felt marginalised. Nobody considered my itinerary prior to the mandated visit. Because I loved my grand-ma so much, I agreed. And so on that fateful day-15/12/2010 I embarked my journey to the Orlu. If I had known what fate had in store for my young heart, I would have done things differently from the previous day-when we received the call. For starters; I won't have grumbled for bein...