Albert Afeso Akanbi
Afeso was born in Nigeria on 31st of March 1982. He is a child rights advocate who works for the Federal Government of Nigeria at NASRDA and a number of NGOs as a volunteer. He holds a B.Sc. in Economics from Delta State University and a Diploma in Persuasive Storytelling and Journalism from the RNTC Media institute in The Netherlands. One of his short stories was among 50 selected from 38 writers representing 16 countries that appeared in the African Book Club’s maiden anthology ‘The Bundles of Joy and Other Stories from Africa’ published in the United State of America in 2014. As an alumni of the Sangam House International Writers' residency in India, his creative piece on the subject of dance and the writing craft was among the over 44 works selected from over 40 writers cut across 3 continents that appeared in the Vol 3 of the Sangam House reader, ‘Other Windows’, published in India in early 2017. His touching short story on the subject of rape and teenage pregnancy, ‘That Sunday Afternoon’, won the maiden WordMaster Writers’ Challenge competition in May, 2015. He is host of a column on NaijaGists, and writes weekly Op-Ed articles @Premium Times, YNaija! and a host of other platforms. He is the author of Edge of Patience, Cold Black Night and November 5, which was recently adopted into the Oyo State Book List for secondary schools literature students. He is a father.
Skeptics would say ‘yes, that is very possible’ and would even argue that people claim they see all sort of things, so why should we take the disciples’ claim about Jesus’ resurrection serious? But if you accept the reliability of the gospels, this would not be a problem. Yes, people die for things that are not necessarily true, but do they die for something they know for sure was false? Did the apostles die for a belief, no! They died for what they said they saw, not a belief.
I absolutely agree with the American author John Piper who says “It’s really worth the risk, even if the date of December 25 was chosen because of its proximity to some kind of pagan festival. Let’s just take it, sanctify it, and make the most of it, because Christ is worthy of being celebrated in his birth”.
The Jehovah’s Witnesses for example, on the one hand, insists on not celebrating Christmas “because of its pagan origin” but on the other hand, attend their meetings on ‘Sun Days’, a day which gradually shifted from Sabbath to the first day of the week after the resurrection of Christ.
The house help began to jerk violently. The phone. We must call the doctor I thought. Yet I was transfixed to one spot like a statue. The other visitors and my cousin rushed into the room and screamed. Then a violent harmatan gust blew the curtain on the window.
A year has passed since he took the abrupt decision to leave Ososo. The stay with Bosede, running the family business in Benin City when he had the time has presented a welcome challenge.
He was good at planning individual treatments. For many, he insisted on regular check-ups especially for the aged, at much subsidised rate. His constant balancing of medications and the other life-prolonging care…
Now standing there all by himself, lost for words and scared to death, not knowing exactly what line of action to take next, he turned and regarded the house one more time. It was then he saw the house proper. Almost dilapidated, dirty cloths, empty sachet water nylon flew about the approach to the house.
His only regret was that the State of Osun was not like Lagos where by this time of night the streets would still be bubbling with life. Lagos, the city that never sleeps he thought as his lips stretched in a smile that brightened his face.
On his way to the living room, the call stopped again for a few seconds. Just as Folu paused to decide what next to do, like some strange pianist who had suddenly found his keys, the voice resumed, but this time from one of the empty rooms in the flat which he had converted into a store where he kept household items which he considered useless but still kept with the hope they might one day again become useful again.
She needed to act along till she knew what the weird woman was up to before she unleashed the power within her. So she sat still. While still contemplating Aunty Funke’s response, Ocheche was distracted by a sound. The sound that assured her the night would go in a direction she had desperately hoped it would not.
But before she left, while she was still at it plaiting Ocheche’s hair, Aunty Funke made a statement that Ocheche missed because she had temporarily removed her concentration from the duo in the kiosk in order shove off a disturbing flea.
“Uncle! (sic) Where do you think you are going? How many people can you see in that direction you are heading? (sic)Mama is hungry and everyone is returning home. You had better stop and return to your house. If you don’t listen to me, you will be all alone.
Christians would say this was the Resurrection Power. Should we believe them? I would say yes. This is because everybody believes the grave represents death. But for Jesus it was the exact opposite.
History, archeology, ancient non-Christian literatures and every available written record all thoroughly attest to the fact that Jesus was unrivalled in this ability in the history of the nabi and Hasid traditions before him and in the entire history of mankind.