The day the name of Jesus saved my life. My Sisters and I at Meiran- Ijaiye. I am the one in Yellow. See, Meiran Ijaiye was the most quiet place I ever lived. The area was plagued by thieves and an irresponsible government. There were bad roads and robbers who killed vigilantes. In all the years I lived there, I never believed I could be accosted/harassed so all warnings flew out the window every time I leave my house. I would even use my phone as a torch en route to work. That day, I left my old apartment by 4:30am I used to leave by 3:30am or 4am so that I can get to the work which was on the Island on time. On my way, I looked up and saw a man wearing "face cap" and "my good girl born in Yoruba land" nature kicked in. Good morning sir, I said. No response. I hurriedly moved a few paces from him only to hear: Freeze or I will shoot you. People of God, I froze o because I saw that he had a gun. I froze and I thought I would die ...
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