Hello,This is me!

Olatuja Oloyede

Creative Writer Professional Web Designer Content Editor

About me

Hello

I'mOlatuja Oloyede

A Writer and a Tech Enthusiast

As a creative content writer, I have written over 400 poems, published books for many international organizations mostly in the United States, United Kingdom and Columbia. You will find many of my personal works on creativearena.org.ng. I also design all kinds of websites at pocket friendly prices. My area of expertise includes, but not limited to business or company websites, blogs, e-commerce, portfolios, community websites, multi-level marketing platforms, and e-learning platforms. I have my client-base both within and outside the continent of Africa. I also provide hosting services, cheap domain registration and almost free web maintenance for web owners and designers. I love astronomy with a special interest in astrobiology. I am curious to know if life exists beyond our planet and what form it might be. I love swimming, cycling, playing open-world games and simulation games. I sing, play piano, flutes, drums and trumpet, each with different degree of mastery. My conviction of God and divinity is not stereotypical and therefore not subjective to questionable theocracies of dogmatic minds. Sometimes, I wish I was born a billion years from now. Maybe then, teleportation, telepathy, time travel and telekinetic energy will not be mere fantasies of pseudoscience but a normalized technology of the age. But will humans be around for that long? I am curious the sun might swell in fury as a giant star and raze the earth to vapor or contracts with dull flames into a dwarf star and the earth will sink in stoning ice forever. Unfortunately, we will be gone with our curiosities except only if the soul of man is truly indestructible. I am frail, fallible, and human. I prioritize love, and humanity. I wish we let animals thrive in their habitats without killing them (especially the harmless ones) for food. I am Olatuja Oloyede and below are links to my other websites.

experience

Web Design

2012-till date

With several years into web design and development, I have landed some impressive gigs and delivered amazing projects to organizations within and outside the United States. My web design firm started as HOT in 2012 later, TechlinkNig in 2017 and now Hubnig since 2019. These changes are necessitated by the constantly growing range of services rendered. Hubnig.com currently offers services in different categories, including web design, android applications, domain registration and hosting services, e-learning, multivendor services etc. Kindly check www.hubnig,com for details.

Creative Content Creator

2018-till date

I started my ghostwriting career officially in December 2018 and I have been able to work with individuals, groups and organisations from different countries of the world. Writing is my passion. I have written over 300 poems, short stories, faction and fictions.

Connection Avenue

2017

I worked in the academic department

Creative Arena

2012-2016

Web Engineer

service

Web Design

I design all kinds of websites. I can help you design your blogs, portfolio websites, landing page, e-commerce websites, school websites, religion or group websites, among others.

Multiplesub.com

This is my data and airtime automated vending platform. Our products are all offered at discount company price. You can get your airtime, data, cable tv subscriptions, exam cards, electricity bills, etc, on the website.

Creative Arena

This is my creative freelancing firm. We ghostwrite, copywrite, rewrite, or enhance your ideas and intentions in a uniquely captivating way. We have clients within and outside the continent. In case you need a writer for your projects or ideas, you can contact me for more details.

Hubnig.com

This platform offers a wide range of online services and opportunities. You can register for free to sell your products online, manage your store and reach global audience. You can choose to resell existing products at your own price and make profits. You can learn to become a web designer yourself. Visit hubnig.com to learn more.

Subnig.com

This is like multiplesub.com. I would encourage you to use the first website. But this is an alternative platform for all our airtime and data vendors.

Oloyede.com.ng

Oloyede Templates is a platform that offers over 2000 predesigned templates and installations for free to web designers. Check details of this at the above website.

45

Web Designed

7

Apps built

290

Creative Jobs Taken

400

Students

Blog

Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts

Ripe Plantain

*RIPE PLANTAIN*

All seated in class awaiting the next lecturer for what will likely  be a very long  lecture
Just then that moment arrives that moment when you look in somebody's face and you just can't look away because  you will be looking away from that thing you love,just like plantains, the ripe ones, the ones that have become so yellow with dark spots scattered across its skin.
You notice her face are as spotless as the ripe plantains when you remove its cover and you  fantasize because you know her body will be like her spotless face beneath her dress .
Just then ,she  almost  caught you staring at her but you look down and your eyes meet  her legs, her legs are fine and curved  like putting two plantains in an horizontal position.
She cuts through your heart as easy as knives cut through plantains.
You wish she will talk to you, you wish she will be yours one day, it hurts you ,she doesn't notice you,you know her dogs name but she doesn't know your first name, it hurts you so much like hot oil jumping out of the frying pan and landing on your skin, you should run at this point but you can't your eyes are focused on her ,your plantains are still frying ,you are ready to endure pains just for a moment of joy with her.
Then you hear her call your name, you are shocked,you look at her face again,your heart melts and becomes soft like the ripe plantains you just took out of the frying pan, she only wanted to ask if you had two pen ,you didn't but you gave her the only pen you had, you are a fool but what does it matter? ,your hearts feels this joy like that first bite of plantain,so sweet that you have to close your eyes just to savor the moment ,you encourage yourself that all hope is not lost she could be yours one day ,this plantain must never finish ,you want to continue enjoying it ,The ripe plantain; the beautiful omowunmi.

  ©Lami🔥🔥🔥

What Will bite you, will bite you

*WHAT WILL BITE YOU, WILL BITE YOU*

My biggest fear is, not getting perturbed by anything. I
just want to live for others. I just want to be the
cross carrying our pains and turmoils. But as well, I
want to look beyond the sky and see a sort of
happiness as bright as the morning sky has yet to
see.
I better begin to start caring…
But for what
There are many, many things- they are biting
If I get perturbed, then, I see my self-awake
And if awake, they may not bite me after all
After all I should be more rational than…
…they are
And knowledge, they say, is power
You know, there are not many things, many things, that are wrong with
introverts.
That is for an introvert. That is if you ask them. There is nothing
wrong.
I don’t even believe anything is wrong with me. My eyelids are blinking
up and down like a confused shadow now, telling me, am conscious,
am not sleeping. In fact I am hungry, and if I am hungry, what next?
…If I am hungry, then I am awake.
A hungry stomach should not even know what sleep is, not to talk of
describing it, or worst still, in big grammar- HAVING A CONCEPTUAL
KNOWLEDGE OF IT.
I am not used to getting perturbed even if the family roof is ablaze- there should be nothing wrong.Even if the President is on an escapade from his destabilized country, may be sick to make it light, I don’t still care. That is politics, it should be politics, what is my concern self. They are eating the money, and I am here reading how they are eating the money. And some other big bellied ones- the opportunists, are even waiting at the door post of his life. They are waiting for him to kick the bucket, that is, to die. And they will continue from where he stopped, in his fight against corruption.
You all know what I mean…
Something like-
Recovering TWENTY BILLION from a building One building..
Not just a building-a room
In the building
And people are dying in hunger
I heard some other recoveries were made, from graves and all that
blah blah blah.
I don’t even care is the worst of it. May be I am beginning to lose hope in our leaders. That is, if at all the hope is not all lost. Many lost hope, but they are still fighting their course.
WHAT WILL BITE YOU WILL BITE YOU
Even the roads to my very school should not even be a trouble for our type.
If they like let them come and repair it. That is, if they care.
And what if they don’t care.
Then, everybody can go to hell.
You see, many things have been stationed at various stations to station our lives at a station. To make it simple. The arrangers of life themselves, those guys, they know very well that there are many things that can bite.
Even those roads. The roads I care little of. That is, the ones they should work on, if they care, they can bite the hell of red blood from our skin.
***
Now, Imagine my very self, skipping past the busy car pack, waving to
the Okada man. I am still confused if he was deaf. Someone was
pointing to my direction. Then he turns, and starts coming. He made
me remember our popular slogan in school *LET ME BE* *COMING AND BE GOING*. You know, some times that can be the joy of being a student, experiencing life in a way that comes once in a life time, and later you will be surprised you did such a thing.
He stopped by the way, rode towards me.
“ Oga, were you dey go”
I stood still, pierced through his eyelids, I was seeing stupidity, I didn’t waste time telling him that.
“Where else I dey go, young student like me. Abi una get factory or company here, for this village”
He carried me any way. Money should be the heaven he so much hungered for, that very moment. I thought as much
“ Oga abeg fly if you fit fly” my lips was shivering.
“ Oga, hia, fly go where, for this road”
The truth of the matter is, there was nowhere to fly to. Wet, red mud was in fact waging a holy war against the Okada. It rained. I was late to school; the repercussion was bright as washed white ceramic tiles.
Something better might be the morning sky.
In fact I was late to school in a way that made me wondered if it was not better trekking, than taking the okada, plus the transport fare.
All the repercussions, I thought of, rained down on me as expected, as a typical frustrating rainfall will do. I thought as much. Now, they are eating their money, and I shouldn’t be reading and watching them eating the money. But shouldn’t my voice be heard, if i continue to cry. May be one day the sky will come with a better hope.
And I am even crying now, just because I have been bitten. Bitten by that good for nothing, bad, muddy road.
It is my road, your road and our road. What binds us, binds us very well.
I have just learnt to cry. You know, an introvert shouldn’t be crying, about a poor road, what concerns him.
What will bite us will bite us, if we don’t do that for which we are
human- that is to shake our body, and talk and scream. They must
hear our voice.
Even if we get bitten, at least we will be satisfied with our effort. And
we won’t cry much.

WE WON’T CRY MUCH...
© Ubani D 2017✍

Short Story by KHAYTEE

Dear the first,
I grew up trying to  please you. I always thought being first was the only way to win your heart. But I was never good enough, in truth I still don't think I am....good enough. It's okay though,  it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Okay I lied. It hurts a lot. Maybe I was a mistake, never  meant to happen. I can't find any other way to explain why I'm treated in certain ways. I guess my love isn't enough for the both of us to share. Then again do I even know what love is. Anyways I don't hate you. In fact, I thank you. You taught me about how cold the world is and make my heart stronger. Thank you.

Dear the second,
You came into my life and caught me off guard. Taught me to lower my walls. Made the world look so beautiful. Took me out on a magical ride into the world I knew nothing about. Made learning intriguing. How could I have known you were just another wolf in sheep's clothing. You played your cards well. I was a fool. But without you o would never had known what heartbreak felt like. I thank you for all the lessons learnt. I now know that this thing call a heart can he taught to not love. Thank you.

And finally, dear the third,
I do not yet know you but I have had a thousand and one dreams about you. I look forward to meeting you in person. I can't wait for all the fun we'll have together, the in-house jokes we'll laugh at, great races in the park. I most especially can't wait for your first word; I have a feeling it will be my name. I promise that I'll try to be the best I can. Give you the best of both worlds. Please don't be mad if you lack a him in your life. I promise we'll do just great. I thank you for giving me hope. I love you. Thank you.

© KHAYTEE

My Friend

*MY FRIEND*

A true friend is like faint sounds of a September song,so tuned to the ear and so cool to the soul. A true friend is like a flowing stream with its current dancing happily to the drums of trust. Everyone needs a sincere friend to get by, each day, to sharebittersweet moments together. But all my life, I've not found such friend. Why? I don't know. I have craved for a true friend to share the same interests as mine, such as listening to soul and RnBmusics all day with headphones on or playing basketball and laughing hysterically to dry jokes.

I am genuinely a very lonely and private soul. I only knew life regarding the desolate days and nights I had. I am living mainly in a pen and a notepad and music as my only solace-with God being my first priority. A pen and a notepad are my only imaginative true friends.

Friends, I am delighted and grateful to have you both with me to share all life experiences, the fun and sadness. You are always with me on quiet nights and my companions on lonely nights. God bestows on people their warranted destinies. He gives you to me. For as long as I can remember, wherever I go, whatever I do, I always do it alone. It has become more of a norm than an habit. When people surround me, I feel insecure, strange, uncomfortable and even lonelier—  except my family. Its always like a petite voice echoing to me: "You don't belong in this crowd!".

Therefore, I withdraw myself from the crowd. Am I abnormal for not needing to have a friend? I don't know whether I'm normal or not. All I know is that"This is me!".

My friend, this pen is my primary form of expression. Clean sheets of outlined paper are my canvas. I write to live my fantasies. I write to define life. Unlike other people, you're never indifferent to me. You always lend me your ears tolisten to sad cries of my dreams. Its so bad people don't get to read you.

My friend, no happiness can be compared to when someone reads your poems and listens to your spoken words. Because of you, I can write these jargon thoughts endlessly...PEN, I treasure the inanimate you as a true friend. Sorry I digressed, it's the block again. I have to go now.

Yours without blemish,
George O. Victor
*The Ghost writer👻*

—Your poet and dreamer.

Darkness

DARKNESS
.
.
"Goodnight Mum"
"Yeah, good night honey. And don't stay up late this time."
"okay mum, I promise." I replied.  I smiled as I watched mum climb up the stairs to her room. It was past nine and I wasn't feeling sleepy yet so instead of going to my room and tossing from one part of the bed to the other or staring at the ceiling, I decided to watch the last three episodes of Game of Thrones, Season 6.
There I was until I started seeing Klaus fighting against Elijah Michaelson. While wondering what could possibly cause the fight between the brothers this time, the next scene showed Dominic Torredo and his team jumping off a plane in their various cars and Romeo screaming his guts out. The cars parachuted through the air for some time and when it was close to the ground, they released d parachute and the cars came raining from above and were about hitting the ground with a heavy thud when...
I jerked awake and saw the stupid movie still playing instead of pausing when it noticed I was no longer watching. Grinning at the thought of having such automatic TV that pauses whatever it's displaying until    the viewer's attention is back on it, I headed to the toilet to relief myself. Okay, I know it sounds a little weird, especially for a lady, but I must really confess I love darkness. Maybe because I know the house so well, I can find my way around with my eyes closed. I like it when the lights are out, the quietness and ironically, the noise or rather say sounds of nocturnal insects and birds. Feels wonderful.
Anyways, I opened the toilet door and felt the cool breeze rush at me from the open window. Enjoying the sensation for some seconds, I pulled down my pajamas and was about doing the same to my panties when I saw... "Jesus!" i kept screaming as I ran out. The picture kept flashing through my head. "oh God! Oh God!" I was shaking all over. Oh that slithering head, the somewhat yellow eyes that gives the goosebumps feeling of evil. And then those horrible fangs and and... "Oh God!"  I screamed again. It looked like it was gonna attack. What if it did? And how the fuck did it get in there? Oh this is one time I wish dad was at home.
I heard mum hurrying down the stairs and calling my name. "Joanne! Joanne!" too shocked to answer, I kept quiet. She rushed into the living room and switched on the lights. There I was on the couch with my arms around my knees staring in shock with the TV as the only source of light. She came close and asked what's wrong. "come on honey, talk to me. What's wrong?"
And then I saw it again!  This time like a flash and then it was gone." I saw them mum.  I Fucking saw them."
"no swear words honey, I thought I told you... "
"Yeah, I know but I Fucking saw them." now I was sobbing and trying to speak at same time. "I saw them yellow eyes in the dish mum.  The Fucking yellow eyes with... With.. Vertical lines between them.  And then,  the fangs! The fangs with dilating tongue that...  That... " I was practically out of breadth.
"it's alright honey. You probably had a nightmare and saw a snake like..."
"it's not a nightmare! I saw it.  I'm not crazy mum believe me. Okay, you see,  I was going to pee in the toilet. You know the toilet right? And then from nowhere I saw it stick out its head from the W.C staring hard at me.  I swear mum! I wasn't sleeping. It was right there. I saw it!"
"it's okay honey I believe you. You can go back to sleep now. I'll just check it out to..."
"No!, Please don't. Its gonna strike. I saw it. It was real."
Meanwhile, mum already walked straight to the toilet while I was talking, switched on the light..  "Ahhh!" I screamed.
"shut up Joanne! It's late and  there's nothing here. Now go to your room." she gave me that look that says "I'm disappointed in you." Then she started heading back to her room. Scared to drop my legs, I tried convincing her.
"I swear mum. It was there. It was just..."
Then I remembered! I left the toilet door open when I ran out. What if it crawled to the sitting room and it's hiding somewhere quiet? Or what if it already crawled to other rooms? Oh my God! I suddenly remembered again.
I never close my bedroom door!
Oh God, I hate darkness!
.
.
© David Udorah

Pruned to Yield Fruit

Pruned to Yield Fruit
And every branch that beareth fruit he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit – John 15:2

A child of God was dazed by the variety of afflictions which seemed to make her their target. Walking past a vineyard in the rich autumnal glow she noticed the untrimmed appearance and the luxuriant wealth of leaves on the vines, that the ground was given over to a tangle of weeds and grass, and that the whole place looked utterly uncared for; and as she pondered, the Heavenly Gardener whispered so precious a message that she would fain pass it on:

“My dear child, are you wondering at the sequence of trials in your life? Behold that vineyard and learn of it. The gardener ceases to prune, to trim, to harrow, or to pluck the ripe fruit only when he expects nothing more from the vine during that season. It is left to itself, because the season of fruit is past and further effort for the present would yield no profit. Comparative uselessness is the condition of freedom from suffering. Do you then wish me to cease pruning your life? Shall I leave you alone?” And the comforted heart cried, “No!”

—Homera Homer-Dixon

It is the branch that bears the fruit,
That feels the knife,
To prune it for a larger growth,
A fuller life.

Though every budding twig be lopped,
And every grace
Of swaying tendril, springing leaf,
Be lost a space.

O thou whose life of joy seems reft,
Of beauty shorn;
Whose aspirations lie in dust,
All bruised and torn,

Rejoice, tho’ each desire, each dream,
Each hope of thine
Shall fall and fade; it is the hand
Of Love Divine

That holds the knife, that cuts and breaks
With tenderest touch,
That thou, whose life has borne some fruit
May’st now bear much.
—Annie Johnson Flint

Streams in the Desert

Oluwamarc: Death in My Dreams




Circles of blood graced the terrace that led to ogele's river, could this be an Hunter's handiwork, no it couldn't have been, as I remembered that sacred grounds like this, is no hunting ground for the hunters, fear gripped me when I saw pieces of human flesh laced with fresh blood,while the flies danced, buzzling round the pieces, I shook, I could hear my heartbeats, it seems faster.
I should have stayed back with ogechukwu, I sobbed. I hear sounds, seems like footsteps, No it's not, the rustling of the winds stopped, I saw an ikwikwie watching untop the osisi aki bekee tree, it eyes glowed like sun, a bad omen. In a flash I dropped mama's earthenware, it's her favourite,but I couldn't wait to watch as it came crashing down the earth, and to the earth it returned, dashed towards the forest thick, hoping I will take cover in the safety provided by the vegetations bunker, I hid myself against the greens, unsure of what I was hiding from, panting heavily, I wished I could chameleon myself against the greens around me, as a little child, I have watched  the Ugwumagana changing colours at will to suit his environment, I wished I was a Ugwumagana , or better still with some esoteric powers that will transform me into a bird, I just wanted to be back home, my introduction is few moons away.
I laid low blending with the vegetations, I watched, my eyes seemed tired,but i could still hear the faint sounds, suddenly I saw some sparkles of light across, I crawled over, walking on my two knees, I moved in its direction, steering my way around the trees, careful not to reveal myself, it seems a foolish idea,i should have just ran, ran as fast as my legs could carry me, only ogechukwu could run faster than I do in the village, but some unknown spirits kept pushing me to this unknown danger, if I die, I die.
With every step I took, the sounds seems clearer,i saw a human figure, bending low, with its head down into... I couldn't see well, seems the plants around him will not let me see him well , I stood up for he seems in a danger, this I thought,so I dashed up moving confidently to him , which proved to be a bad decision,for it became clearer, nothing could be more horrible than this, rooted to my foot, I tried moving, seems mother earth is filled with some magic glue, the cardinals meeting at my head, the more I saw,the less I saw. A man eating figure, he never seemed bother with my uninvited presence, as he continued tearing through the fabrics of his victim's flesh, blood laced the map of his mouth, with different tributaries of blood dripping down his jaws, his canine seems unusual, with some pointed up like an aroused nipple, there in between his dentals, some intestine seems trapped , and it dangled like an headless snake below. I stood rooted, seems my chi is bent on punishing me today,this punishment is far too heavy for me to bear. He continued tearing his way down through the flesh, working his way down,pushing the bones aside, he hungrily devoured, filling his stomach with every bits, an Udele  circles nearby, hoping that he would be generous enough to leave some fleshy carcase.
Something moved in me, I noticed my right leg has shifted from its original position, I was about lifting the other when I lifted my head to look at the "man eating man" my heartbeat ceased for seconds, he was looking at me,his eyes shone like that of a cat, his clothes covered in blood, he left his precious meal, he drew nearer, the Udele also perched nearer.
He drew nearer, and my spirit seems to have left my body, a fleshy lump seems standing, I tried to picture his face, but my sight was already failing me, I saw nothing but death approaching me, wearing an oyinbo coat, which is already covered in blood, it's irregular pattern making some odd designs on the fabrics, a crucifix with X inscribed on its meeting point dangled around his neck. He stood before me,watched me like some thousands years artifact which was just unearthed from the rubbles. Danger smelled around him,he watches with a keen eye, seems I fascinate him,i wished the earth will open up its ugly mouth and swallow me, I prayed for death, but not from this horrible being, he moved his hands, and he touched me, his hands upon my shoulder,I shuddered at his touch,as if he wanted to examine his next meal, he moved his hands from my shoulder, placing it on my face, his fingers found rest on the sofa of my face, for he seems pleased with it , moving across my facial templates, I seems helpless, my nostrils drizzled with liquids, it thundered, the Udele  flew away hurriedly , I fainted into his open arms and it rained heavily.

I dreamt of him in my dreams, and I knew it's him, he was wearing the same oyinbo coat I saw him wore, just that it's without blood stains. We danced under the sun, and with our hands interlocked together, we ran down the hills together, with wings we flew, riding through the Stormy weathers to the sea, and on its banks, we made love, and the next day I gave birth to a boy, we both named him   Onwuatuegwu,  so much he looked like his father.
I coughed my way back to life, and found ogechukwu sitting beside the fire in my room keeping tabs on the pot placed on fire, he shouted, Papa! Papa! Ifesinachi  has opened her eyes. Papa rushed like a child down into my room, mama I was told had gone down to call a dibia, for I was told, I laid unconscious for three days.
Fully back to life, I was administered to by the dibia upon mama's arrival, upon seeing me regaining consciousness, mama sprawled on the ground not minding her wrapper, and the wet group stained the face of Father Clement, who was patterned on the wrapper, she sang various songs to chukwu thanking Him for my survival. When asked to state recount my ordeals in front of the igwe days later, I simply told them, I was attacked by a wild animal, a soft spot I had developed for this man eating man, reasons I cannot fathom. One thing I was sure of, is my sanity, Ogechukwu knew I lied
My dreams later became our favorite home, for he visited several days after, another baby we gave birth to, another boy, and we both named him, Ozuluonye. Next time we will have a baby girl, this I was sure of...


Written by Amudipe Marcus

My Beauty is My Doom____Part 4 The Whispers of Segilola

Part 3


That is the sad tale of Queen Wuraola
The most beautiful woman of her time.

I can still remember that night
Segilola's voice
Whispers across the walls of yesteryears:
_" beauty is indeed a gift_
_But can also be your doom_
_it could be a blessing_
_and also be a curse_
_But virtue is rare in this world_
_Beauty can lure a man_
_But it is good characters that will keep him._
_An unbridled tongue has no right_
_To cry over a broken heart_
_A dirty damsel has no right_
_To wonder why all the men left_
_I, Segilola attracted my husband with beauty_
_But I won his heart with my character"_

I remembered how
I watched her beautiful lips swing
As she tells that sad tale
Of a murdered Queen.


The next day Segilola was rushed home from the farm
She had been bitten by a poisonous  snake
She died that evening
I was not allowed to see her body
That sad evening took away my joy
And many memory of her
I forgot the story too
And the wisdom in it
***********************

Back in the sacred groove
The spirit bird has stopped singing
The spirit of Segilola  in that _Awoko_ is gone

I was like a lifeless corpse
Lying tired in the grass
Wallowing in the willows of shame
I feel thorns of guilt
Pricking me all over
My past is here haunting me
I now know so well
why all the men left
Why they used me all these years
I have invested all my life on my body
Nourishing my skin and beauty
While my basket of virtues is empty
I was generous to my first lover
I gave him my virginity
My last lover took honesty from me
In between these two
I had graciously given my body
And I never learn to cook
Or clean

Now, I'm at the fringes of death
I'm at the edge of hell
But I know where the wound arches
Segilola's voice through that bird
Has given me the secret
So I will go back home
To reorder my steps
In the sand of time
May Eledumare please forgive me

Part 5_


I guess you will want to know what happened to Adunni after that encounter!


©Olatuja Oloyede
********************************

Taking the Wrong Boat



A Methodist minister, on his way to a camp-meeting, through some mistake took passage on the wrong boat. He found that instead of being bound for a religious gathering, he was on his way to a horse-race. His fellow-passengers were betting and discussing the events, and the whole atmosphere was foreign to his nature. He besought the captain that he would stop his boat and let him off at the first landing, as the surroundings were so distasteful to him.
The story also goes on to relate how, on the same occasion a sporting man, intending to go to the races, by some mistake found himself on the wrong boat, bound for the camp-meeting. The conversation about him was no more intelligible to him than to the man in the first instance, and he, too, besought the captain to stop and let him off the boat.
Now what was true in these two cases is practically true with every one. A true Christian is wretched where there is no fellowship, and an unregenerate man is not at ease where there are only Christians. A man’s future will be according to what he is here prepared for. If he is not regenerate, heaven will have no attractions for him. Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people.

The Dying Child

A lady had a little child that was dying. She thought it was resting sweetly in the arms of Jesus. She went into the room and the child asked her: “What are those clouds and mountains that I see so dark?” “Why, Eddy,” said his mother, “there are no clouds or mountains, you must be mistaken.” “Why, yes, I see great mountains and dark clouds, and I want you to take me in your arms and carry me over the mountains.” “Ah,” said the mother, “you must pray to Jesus, He will carry you safely,” and, my friends, the sainted mother, the praying wife, may come to your bedside and wipe the damp sweat from your brow, but they cannot carry you over the Jordan when the hour comes. This mother said to her little boy, “I am afraid that it is unbelief that is coming upon you, my child, and you must pray that the Lord will be with you in your dying moments.” And the two prayed, but the boy turned to her and said: “Don’t you hear the angels, mother, over the mountains, and calling for me, and I cannot go?” “My dear boy, pray to Jesus, and He will come; He only can take you.” And the boy closed his eyes and prayed, and when he opened them a heavenly smile overspread his face as he said, “Jesus has come to carry me over the mountains.”


Dear sinner, Jesus is ready and willing to carry you over the mountains of sin, and over your mountains of unbelief. Give yourself to Him.

NEARER THAN HE THOUGHT

I was reading, some time ago, of a young man who had just come out of a saloon, and had mounted his horse. As a certain deacon passed on his way to church, he followed and said:

“Deacon, can you tell me how far it is to hell?”

The deacon’s heart was pained to think that a young man like that should talk so lightly; but he passed on and said nothing. When he came round the corner to the church, he found that the horse had thrown that young man, and he was dead. You, too, may be nearer the judgment than you think.

A FATHER'S NEGLECT

A story has gone the round of the American press that made a great impression upon me as a father. A father took his little child out into the field one Sabbath, and, it being a hot day, lie lay down under a beautiful shady tree. The little child ran about gathering wild flowers and little blades of grass, and coming to its father and saying: “Pretty! pretty!” At last the father fell asleep, and while he was sleeping the little child wandered away. When he awoke, his first thought was: “Where is my child?” He looked all around, but he could not see him. He shouted at the top of his voice, but all he heard was the echo. Running to a little hill, he looked around and shouted again. No response! Then going to a precipice at some distance, he looked down, and there, upon the rocks and briars, he saw the mangled form of his loved child. He rushed to the spot, took up the lifeless corpse, and hugged it to his bosom, and accused himself of being the murderer of his child. While he was sleeping his child had wandered over the precipice. I thought as I read that, what a picture of the church of God! How many fathers and mothers, how many Christian men and women, are sleeping now while their children wander over the terrible precipice right into the bottomless pit! Father, mother, where is your boy to-night?

TAKING THE WRONG BOAT

Taking the Wrong Boat

A Methodist minister, on his way to a camp-meeting, through some mistake took passage on the wrong boat. He found that instead of being bound for a religious gathering, he was on his way to a horse-race. His fellow-passengers were betting and discussing the events, and the whole atmosphere was foreign to his nature. He besought the captain that he would stop his boat and let him off at the first landing, as the surroundings were so distasteful to him.

The story also goes on to relate how, on the same occasion a sporting man, intending to go to the races, by some mistake found himself on the wrong boat, bound for the camp-meeting. The conversation about him was no more intelligible to him than to the man in the first instance, and he, too, besought the captain to stop and let him off the boat.

Now what was true in these two cases is practically true with every one. A true Christian is wretched where there is no fellowship, and an unregenerate man is not at ease where there are only Christians. A man’s future will be according to what he is here prepared for. If he is not regenerate, heaven will have no attractions for him. Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people.

HE TRUSTED HIS FATHER

He Trusted his Father

A party of gentlemen in Scotland wanted to get some eggs from a nest on the side of a precipice, and they tried to persuade a poor boy that lived near to go over and get them, saying they would hold him by a rope. They offered him a good deal of money; but they were strangers to him, and he would not go. They told him they would see that no accident happened to him; they would hold the rope.

At last he said: “I will go if my father will hold the rope.”

He trusted his father.

A man will not trust strangers. I want to get acquainted with a man before I put my confidence in him. I have known God for forty years, and I have more confidence in Him now than I ever had before; it increases every year.

My Grandmother in Hell told by Haak - Sung

Lee, Haak-Sung:


With a firm determination, I started praying in tongues, when suddenly the cross hanging behind the podium radiated with bright light, and a round door appeared. A little later, Jesus appeared. "Haak-Sung. I love you. " I could not contain the happiness that overwhelmed me. " Haak-Sung, there is some place you have to go with Me, so let's go. " As soon as Jesus took my hand, my body floated in the air as light as a feather. When
we arrived at our destination, there was a strange
stench, and it was very dirty. I could hardly breathe due to the offensive smell all around me.


" Jesus, my beloved Jesus. Where are we? I can't see too well in front of me, " I shouted, but Jesus said, " Haak-Sung, don't be frightened. This is hell. I will protect you, so do not worry. But look closely. "


The fire heated the gates of hell bright red, and
even before entering it was unbearably hot. I had
to turn away from the scorching fire and the intense heat. I asked," Jesus, how can we step into this pit of fire? I don't think I can do this. "
We went to a place that was pitch dark, and I could not see a thing. Then, as soon as Jesus touched my eyes, I could see very clearly. There was an old lady with a look of despair sitting motionless and wearing a white traditional Korean dress. Jesus instructed, " Haak Sung, look closer, " so I walked closer to the old lady. It
was my maternal grandmother, who had passed
away a few years earlier. When my mother left
home, my maternal grandmother raised me. My
grandmother loved us. I was not right that my
grandmother was in hell. With astonishment I shouted out to her, " Grandma, it's me, Haak- Sung. How can a gentle and kind person end up
here? Hurry, come out of there. "

My grandmother quickly recognized me, and surprised, she asked, " Haak-Sung, why are you
here? How did you come here? " I replied," Jesus
brought me here. Grandma, hurry and come out
of there. " My grandmother cried and shouted, " Haak-Sung, as much as I want to get out, you can't do what you want here. You must not end up here. Leave immediately. "

In tears I pleaded with Jesus, " Jesus, please help my grandmother come out. My grandmother lived a sad life. " In an instant, a large snake appeared below my
grandmother's leg and started coiling and winding up her body. I screamed loudly, " Ahh. " My grandmother fearfully shouted, " Save me, please, " but there was no use. " Jesus, my beloved Jesus, I am the one who's done so much evil, " I cried. " Please do something, please. "


Jesus did not say a word, but His heart was breaking as He watched. I cried and cried as I begged, but there was no use. Even in the midst of the craziness, she asked about the welfare of the family and worried about them. " Haak-Sung, how are your sisters? What about your mother? "
I replied, " Everyone is doing well, " and as I was
answering her, the snake wrapped around her
tighter. My grandmother's agonizing screams
grew louder and louder. Jesus took my hand and
guided me, saying, " Haak-Sung, it's time to go
now. " I left the cries of my grandmother behind
me and came out of hell. Jesus said, " In hell,
compared to the physical world, all your senses
are more certainly and clearly alive...Haa-Sung,
don't cry. You saw it clearly, so go and serve the
Lord faithfully. Do you understand? "

Share More, Live More

~A MESSAGE OF THE HEART TO MY DISTINCT
FRIENDS.~


Please, read this. Why I think you should never
stop sharing the truth.
Don't ignore!


I thank God always for the salvation of my soul. I
believe if I died two or three years ago, I will be
burning hopelessly and helplessly in hell by now.
That great day when my friend walked up to me and gave me a book. I collected it just to see what it's all about. Well, reading that book made me bleed in the heart. I was convicted and converted. I called my friends and we all gave our lives to God. What if I miss that opportunity or what if my friend refused to give me that book. I don't think any other thing can change me.


Did you remember the day of your salvation and
just wonder, what if that never happened. What if
I wasn't told. You should always shared the truth.


Why I was at college. A teacher called me into
his room for a discussion. He begin the talk with
stories of his miserable life. He told me the encounters of his woes. He concluded by saying he is tired of living and he is fed up of life. I was under great persecution then so my ways of telling people about God was seriously restricted by the school authority. I manage to tell him few things.


Few weeks after that. I left the school for a short holiday. It was at home that I heard that the same man is dead. At that moment, I realized my failure. If I had known, I would have laboured in prayer for this young man. I would have shared the whole truth with Him. But the mistake I made was that I don't realize he won't
live forever.


A brother shared this story too. He said the Holy
Spirit commanded him to preach to someone. He
gave excuse that he will do that the next day. Well... The next day came and he took his bible going to the man's house. When he got there, he was told that if he had come yesterday, he would have seen a living
man, but now he has finally came late. What did you think of this person? The sharing of the truth which is the heart beat and cry of God is not his much concern. We think that man we live forever?


Share on and make the truth your trademark. Make your banner clear! Make the world see the standard of God in you. When you and FATHER GOD talk in prayer. Please tell Him about your
facebook posts.


Share more, speak more, write more, pray and
live the word too. Who knows, May Be If You Speak Just Once More, You May save another soul from hell.
Thanks for reading it. I will cherish your comment pls.
PRAISE THE LORD OF LOVE Amen. —

Death has no Power

Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car
around.


“Mom!” Ben cried. “Look!” Just ahead, a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole. Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door. Thank goodness she was a nurse – she might be able to help these unfortunate passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? She couldn’t take him with her. Little boys
shouldn’t see scenes like the one she anticipated. But was it safe to leave him alone? What if their car were hit from behind?


For a brief moment Barbara considered going on her way. Someone else was sure to come along. No! “Ben, honey, promise me you’ll stay in the car!” “I will, Mommy,” he said as she ran, slipping and sliding toward the crash site. It was worse than she’d feared.
Two girls of high school age are in the car. One, the blond on the passenger side, was dead, killed on impact. The driver, however was still breathing. She was unconscious and pinned in the wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in the teenager’s head while her practiced eye catalogued the other injuries. A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable
internal bleeding. But if help came soon, the girl would live.


A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular phone. Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens. A few moments later she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers.


“Good job,” one said as he examined the driver’s wounds. “You probably saved her life, ma’am.”
Perhaps. But as Barbara walked back to her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, especially
for the family of the girl who had died. Their lives
would never be the same. Oh, God, why do such things have to happen?


Slowly Barbara opened her car door. What should
she tell Benjamin? He was staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge. “Mom,” he whispered, “did you see it?” “See what, Honey?” she asked. “The angel, Mom! He came down from the sky while you were running to the car. And he opened the door, and he took that girl out.”
Barbara’s eyes filled with tears. “Which door, Ben?” “The passenger side. He took the girl’s hand, and they floated up to heaven together”
“What about the driver?” Ben shrugged. “I didn’t see anyone else.”


Later, Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. They expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara was able to give them something more – Ben’s vision. There was no way he could have known what happened to either of the passengers. Nor could the passenger door have been opened; Barbara had seen its tangle of immovable steel herself. Yet Ben's account brought consolation to
a grieving family. Their daughter was safe in Heaven. And they would see her again.

Heroes of Faith by Olatuja Oloyede

THE BLOOD OF THE HEROES OF FAITH WHO
CHANGED THE WORLD, THE PASSION OF HIS
ELECT.


All Who Sees This Should Just Stop By And
Read!


David Living Stone came to Africa when the
continent was still deadly to preach the Gospel
of Jesus. He lost his children and this poor man
could only say, "thank God they have gone
home. We will meet.".


His wife died also because of His mission to
Africa, he still don't give up. He was coming to
Africa one day when a lion attacked him, nearly
killed him. He managed to escape with one hand
lost. Yet this man died on his kneel praying for
Africa. When He was discovered dead, they saw
what he wrote with his last breath, LORD SAVE
AFRICA.


Imagine John Knox praying for years, "LORD
GIVE ME SCOTLAND OR I DIE"
READ THIS!


A young christian brother, his wife and children
went on a missionary journey to a town where
darkness reigns supreme!


As they were preaching, the people became
furious. They got hold of this wonderful family
and decided to teach them a lesson. They dug a
hole, big one indeed and threw them inside. They
began to bury them alive. As they were doing so,
they noticed just one thing. The entire family
were rejoicing, singing praises to God. This men
of darkness buried this young family alive.
After this, Holy Spirit began to touch the heart of
this weakened men. They can't help thinking about
what they have done. They were asking
questions like, why are they rejoicing? they are
strange. Why do they still believe in what they
believed even when it is clear they will die? Why
are they all singing?


God sent another man to that town. When this
person got there, they all accepted Jesus, not
because he brought another message but
because the blood of some heroes had been
shed.


Pls don't stop reading this now!
When I look at the gone Heroes of Faith. Those
whose foot print are still marked on the narrow
way! If I compare it with this day christian, Oh
what are few in number are still alive.


Oh God, where is the passion of Apostle Paul,
who did you give the brave heart Of David Living
Stone. Where is the passion of the dead heroes
of faith who on their rugged body bear the
agonizing mark of the cross. Time is changing,
the world is dying to the truth daily.
I don't need prosperity, promotion, provision,
popularity, or pleasure, but passion, power, fire
of God.


Create in me Oh God, the passion for the body of
Christ, the power of the men of Old. I don't want
to only get to heaven, I want to get to heaven
gloriously.


There is general dryness in the world, but the
blood of the heroes of faith still ring bells of
warning that we must be awake as knight of the
Heavenly King. We now have Christians without
passion and passion without real power.
Each time I see a missionary, I become
challenged because they are likely going to be
most blessed in heaven. why? They have
forsaken all only to retire into unknown station
for the sake of Christ, and sometimes suffers the
ugly fate of unmarked grave. Surprises we be in
heaven when the reward of the passionate will
greatly differs from the passive Christian that
narrowly escaped hell.


Can you say you are available to be the next
Hero of Faith. Or did you want to meet the
saviour with empty hand not even with a soul to
present. Why can't you pray for the unsaved?
Why did you speak against the other
denominations? Yes, not all denomination are
really saved but why not passionately pray for
them? The lost need our prayer. I'm available OH
LORD. God will reward you if you feel concern
about the dying majority going to hell because
there is enough hopeless brothers and sisters in
hell now.


God bless you!

Extreme Faith (Prisoners of Faith 2 A True Story)

Extreme light. COLORADO: RACHEL SCOTT♥


"I am not going to apologize for speaking the
name of Jesus. I will take it. If my friends have
to become my enemies for me to be with my
best friend, Jesus, then that's fine with me. I
always knew being a Christian means having
enemies, but I never thought that my 'friends'
were going to be those enemies."


Rachel was a student at Columbine High School
on the day two students opened fire in the
school. One gunman asked her if she still
believed in God. She looked him in the eye and
said yes, she still believed. He asked her why,
but he didn't let her answer before killing her.
Rachel Scott passed her test, and because she
did, her light reached beyond her school to
around the world. Long before the test came,
Rachel expressed her willingness to give her all
for Christ. The words from her journal, written
exactly one year before her death, tell about her
commitment: "I am not going to hide the light
that God has put into me. If I have to sacrifice
everything, I will."


"In the same way let your light shine before men,
that they may see your good works and praise
your Father in Heaven." MATTHEW 5:16
Let us count the cost and bear the cross. For
richer will be the crown and sweeter will be the
heaven! Sister Rachel's life is a challenge to
me...

Extreme Unity (Prisoner of Faith 1 True Story)

Extreme unity! MAURITANIA Real life story


Maura had watched in horror as soldiers put out
her husband's eyes with hot irons, trying to
break his will. Now, hanging upside down with a
weight around his neck on the orders of the
Roman governor Arrianus, Timothy waited for his
gag to be removed. The fear he initially felt at
his arrest had been replaced with a sense of
divine calm.


Instead of renouncing his faith and disclosing the
location of his church's copies of the scriptures,
as the soldiers expected, Timothy scolded his
young wife "Do let your love for me come before
your love for Christ," he urged Maura, affirming
his willingness and determination to did for his
Saviour. Seeing her husband's courage, Maura's
own resolve was strengthened

.
Arrianus, already in a rage at Timothy refusal, set
out to break Maura's newfound courage. He
sentence her to the hardest tortures of the
Roman world. Yet she would not break. She
refused to deny Christ. After each had endured
unspeakable suffering, Timothy and Maura were
crucified, side by side.


"let us, then go to him outside the camp and
share his shame. For there is no permanent city
for us here on earth. We are looking for the city
which is to come." Hebrews 13 : 13 (GNB)
we must not look back! We must show to the
world who we are in Christ. We should pray for
ourselves as member of the same body. Who is
proud there to say I belong to Christ?
"I will go alone. Only the brave should
follow."__Alexander the great.

testimonial

This project had bounced around for a while, incomplete and needed lots of help. My vision was captured and communicated precisely. Thank you for another great job

Kelv Jr

United States

This is not the first time I am working with him, and as always, on time delivery of what is expected. He is a very important asset to our team. Thank you.

Viju

Kuwwait

Amazing. Very good results always. He has been working with us for more than 2 years now and his quality and class remains uncompromised. Thank you for consistently growing with us

Steve Urrego

Columbia

Olatuja Oloyede
+2348136816240
Akure Ondo State, Nigeria

SEND ME A MESSAGE

Powered by Blogger.

Fashion

5/Cars/feat-tab

Follow Us @templatesyard

Comments

Featured post

Item Name Product Name Goes here! Price $99.99 Description Your product description here! Available S...

Culture

Videos

6/Tech/feat-videos

Technology

3/Tech/feat-grid

Social Share

Fashion

5/Life%20Style/feat2

Header Ads

ad728

Breaking News

Android

5/Tech/feat-tab

Contact Us

Info Section Text

About me

About Me

Months had too ham cousin remove far spirit. She procuring the why performed continual improving.

Read More

Text Widget

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation test link ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat.

Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate another link velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.

About me

My photo
Hello this is Olatuja Oloyede, I am a writer, academic enthusiasts, and a Web Designer. facebook twitter youtube instagram telegram

Categories

Instagram Photo Gallery

Copyright © Texting®

About Us

Texting

Checkout

Author Details

Templatesyard is a blogger resources site is a provider of high quality blogger template with premium looking layout and robust design. The main mission of templatesyard is to provide the best quality blogger templates.

Random Products

Post Top Ad

Instagram Texting

Sora Cart

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nulla elementum viverra pharetra. Nulla facilisis, sapien non pharetra venenatis, tortor erat tempus est, sed accumsan odio ante ac elit./p>


Pages

Female Photography

Featured Post Via Labels

Business

5/Cars/feat-tab

Male Photography

Facebook

iOS

5/Life%20Style/feat-tab

Popular Products