Efosa

Martin was immediately attracted to Efosa when they met, although there was a considerable age difference between them. One afternoon when he was walking home from church, he ran into her. He invited her to join him and as they walked, they talked. It was the first time they had exchanged more than pleasantries. Her …

A Fixed Car & a Friendly Chat

He finished paying the bill for the work done on his car and after thanking Adaeze, he left the shop. She was standing outside as if waiting for someone. She looked up and their eyes met. He hesitated and then, he walked up to her. "Hello," he said. "Hello." "Are you related to Adaeze?" he …

A Day in Ouidah

Ede was looking out the window when she saw Hank drive up. Immediately her heart began to beat faster. "Pastor Hank is here," she told her grandmother. "Good. I'm looking forward to meeting him." Ede went to answer the door. Hank's face broke into big smile when he saw her. "Good morning, Pastor Hank." "Good …

Hank’s Last Goodbye

He had one more person to see before he left for Cotonou the next day. Ashley. Everyone had remarked how she would be a perfect pastor's wife and he had been inclined to agree with them but there was only one problem--he wasn't in love with her. And for him, marrying someone he didn't love …

Chosen to Go

In the early morning glow, her face looked pale as she returned her son’s gaze.  “Do you really have to go, Hank?” she asked.  He’d just told her that he was moving to Cotonou. “Yes, Mother.  The church there needs a pastor and I was chosen.” “But Benin’s so far away.  You’ll be leaving everyone …

Father Desjardins’ Announcement

"Good morning, Ede." "Good morning, Father Desjardins." "Ede, I have news which I wanted to share with you before it is announced in church on Sunday." She looked at him. "I hope it isn't bad news." "No, it isn't bad news. I've been called to minister to Catholics in a parish in Ireland." For several …

Binta’s Story

When I was 12 years old, my mother handed me over to an agent. I was crammed into a truck and taken from my home in Benin and across the border into Nigeria. I was crying and scared. I didn't know where they were taking me or why my mother just gave me away to …

His Muse

The painting was almost complete.  He just had to add a few touches.  Painting landscapes was never his thing but he had been forced to paint them since...He tossed the paintbrush down and got up.  He walked over to the window and stared out into the street below.  It was quiet now.  It was Sunday.  …

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