Primary Assignment by Somkene Johnbosco

 
Primary Assignment by Somkene Jonbosco

"The new Zonal Coordinator of the Nigerian Christian Corpers Fellowship is Bro. Josia......"
His mind raced back to four months ago when he had returned to Jigawa State, Northern Nigeria; a teary-eyed, sullen young man, adorned in bright crisp leafy green khaki jacket with matching pants, muttering curses under his breath. Unlike then, he understood now, the mission was clear, the assignment was simple.

Josiah Chinedu Echezonachukwu, a graduate of Petroleum Engineering from the illustrious Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka, Anambra State, South Eastern Nigeria, had just been mobilized for the one year National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) Scheme. His sweaty hands did a very poor job, controlling the computer mouse, as he navigated the NYSC portal to print his call-up letter.
 
"Jigawa!!!" He blurted.
"Which Jigawa? This must be a joke" retorted Jude, his younger brother as if in response to Josiah's initial exclamation.
 
Uncle Emeka has assured Josiah of space in the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation NNPC, should he be posted to Rivers State. This development was heartbreaking for him.
 
Three weeks in NYSC orientation camp, Dutse, Jigawa passed by quicker than it did arrive. It had come to an end for Josiah before it even began, since he made sure to not participate in any of the camping activities, including eating the camp food. Josiah would rather eat from the Mami (the camp market) instead. He had applied for relocation to Rivers state and attached to his application was a medical report indicating he had to be in Rivers state, close to his doctor for proper monitoring, Josiah had even grinned as he presented the documents, what could stop his move back to Rivers now? He thought to himself. The postings had finally come out on the passing out parade (POP) day, the last day in orientation camp.

The State Coordinator,
NYSC Secretariat, Rivers.
1. This is to inform you that Echezonachukwu, Chinedu Josiah
Callup number: NYSC/NUA/2022/097084
State code Number: JG/20B/2008
Has been relocated from Jigawa state to Rivers state...

That was it! Josiah jumped, as he glared at the screen of the laptop, he unsuccessfully screamed, and his mouth wide gaped was evidence. Rivers here I come! He was whistling the 'sweet home, sweet chariot' tune as he grabbed his bags to Dutse motor park. The long journey back to Eleme junction didn't matter to Josiah, he was going home.
 
Sweet Mummy called him severally, his cell phone battery was drained. Nineteen hours later, since their bus left Dutse that morning, Josiah finally arrived at Port Harcourt in darkness.
“Open the gate! Ahmed,” that was Sweet Mummy, Josiah's mother, "Nedu m, abatago!" (My Nedu is back!).
 
Josiah stepped into sweet Mummy's big hug and the tantalizing aroma of her delicacy too. Should his relocation not have gone through, he would miss this for one year. He could not wait for the next day to visit the NYSC secretariat, Port Harcourt to complete the relocation, else in three weeks it would expire. That night, Nathaniel Bassey's This God is too good put him to sleep.


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"What!!" Josiah's voice reverberated across the house, the next morning.
 
Jude sprang up, "what is it, Chinedu?" His eyes were heavy, he stared at his elder brother bewildered, as he still tried to make out few objects, for his vision was blurred by the dazzling light across the room.
 
Josiah merely pointed to his laptop screen, his face was sullen. His relocation approval was no longer there!
“What could be wrong, how is this even possible?” Jude yelled.
 
"I don't know oooo! I saw it yesterday, here is the printout sef, retorted Josiah with a shaky voice, as he picked the white paper on the side table and waved it at his younger brother, Jude. He slowly got off the bed, went in for a cold shower, and brushed his teeth, staring pointlessly at the mirror
 
At breakfast, he nibbled bits of the toasted bread, took two sips from the tea mug, and was done. Ogbuefi, Josiah's dad observed his son, for the span, he had breakfast and felt for him too. Jude had narrated the recent updates to them as Josiah took quite some time to join them at the table. In moments, as this Ogbuefi would rather say nothing but watch everything unfold before making a statement.
 
After like forever, Josiah finally came down, ready to go to the NYSC secretariat, in the same town where they resided.
 
"Nedu m, everything would be okay", declared sweet Mummy.
"Nna, go well, we would be waiting for you", Ogbuefi replied as Jude escorted his elder brother downstairs to get into the Uber cab, he called a few minutes ago.
 
The drive to the secretariat was brief, Josiah paid the fare, thanked the driver rather unconcerned, and scurried into the gate, towards the administrative building of the complex.
As he approached the building, he heard a light-skinned, robust middle-aged lady barking, "Please, all corps members with relocation issues should go back to their original state of deployment before we involve the police."
 
Josiah was stunned by the remark, he had barely arrived, this was not what he had come for. He looked ahead and saw a handful of other corps members standing some metres away from a door that looked like the entrance to the robust lady's office. He approached one of them and asked, "what is going on?"
"It seems like the Director General (DG), NYSC effected mass cancellation of approved relocations", Bayo, another corp member, relocated from Borno replied him.
"Why would he do that?" Josiah further quizzed him.
 
"I learnt that they were a lot of fraudulent relocation approvals, that the DG decided to cancel a lot of approved ones".
 
"But I applied for my relocation in the camp na", Josiah soliloquized, this time no other reply came. Not knowing what to do, he arranged the printed required documents which he brought along and submitted them, in the deployment and relocations section of the NYSC complex, like he had no relocation issues.
 
While he was about to leave, he met another lady, this time, different from the 'mean' woman he earlier met. She had the air of an office manager, as she wore a navy blue coat with dove grey pants and beige camisole, she also wore a smile and neatly braided hair. Seeing Josiah's forlorn look, alongside his inordinate steps, she accustomed him, "Corper, is anything the matter?"
 
Without waiting for his reply, she showed him the way to a door with the inscription, "HEAD, DEPLOYMENT AND POSTING", as soon as Josiah saw that his face came alive. He walked into the fairly large air-conditioned room, with few but exquisite furniture which included a 55" plasma TV showing the Channels network news.
 
"Sit please!" She beckoned to him, and Josiah sank into the cozy armchair, in front of a medium-sized mahogany table, with neatly arranged files and a name tag which read, "MRS NGOZI SUNDAY".
"So, what is the matter, Corper...?"
"Josiah!" He interjected, promptly, he had to, this could be an 'unmerited favour', like they would always pray for in the student fellowship during his campus days.
"Yes, Corper Josiah", she reiterated with another smile. Josiah wasted no time, narrating all that had happened to him, up until that moment, how he was not ready to return to the north, mentally, emotionally, financially, and even spiritually.
 
When he got to that point, she interrupted him, "Spiritually, that's good, we have a believer here."
Josiah managed a grin, not sure he knew what she meant by that statement.
"So, did you tell God about the matter, what has He said?" It was then, it dawned on Josiah, he had not even involved his Senior partner (as his parents would always refer to the Holy Spirit), he gave no reply. She continued, "It seems like you have not involved Him.”
Josiah's countenance betrayed him, "what if He wanted you in.... where did you say you were deployed to again?"
"Jigawa, Ma"  he responded.
 
"Yes! Jigawa, what if God's mission for you is to keep the fire burning in your place of primary assignment in Jigawa? I must tell you, Josiah, this mass relocation cancellation is the first of its kind in a long time, since you have submitted your documents, let's wait and see, if anything would happen before your 21 days window elapses. I advise you to also think and pray about it too. So sorry about what happened, though, I can only imagine what you feel, I wish I could help somehow, but I believe God always has good plans for us. It is well with you, my son."
 
"Thank you, Ma" Josiah uttered like the words fell out, he was not sure, he felt better neither did he know if the 'thank you' he told Mrs. Ngozi was heartfelt. He sure left the office quietly, closing the door behind him.
 
The next three weeks were quite monotonous for Josiah, even when everyone at home tried to cheer him up, the garrulous gateman Ahmed was not left out.
"Jojo, as he fondly called Josiah, wetin dey do you sef, person die? Jigawa, na fine place oooo! Food plenty dia, you no go hungry and you go fit save your allawee too. Who knows you might marry an Hausa lady, and bring her home to us."
At this comment, Josiah smiled.
 
"Ehhn! Now that's my Jojo", Ahmed chuckled, exposing his teeth, broken at one end. He was a retired Sergeant and always filled the children's ears with tales of his time serving in the police force.
From his postings to various states of the Federation to what happened during their night watch hours, he had stories ready, like a magician with a bag full of tricks. This would be probably how he knew much about Jigawa; "I hope he is right" Josiah thought to himself.
 
Every day, Josiah would wake up first, to his laptop, login into his NYSC portal, only to behold... "No relocation history found," then, he would kneel in prayers, in tears, which were a constant component of those moments with his Maker, to whom nothing was impossible. In the third week of his waiting, Ogbuefi his father, called him to the sitting room.
 
"Chinedu nwa m, (he observed whenever his father called him by his native name, Chinedu, then things were pretty serious) Ogbuefi began, it would be better you returned to Jigawa, the 21 days given to you is almost over, so that you don't miss out on anything your mates might be doing there. Working at NNPC is a mouth-watering offer but maybe God doesn't want you there at least probably not now. I also can't tell for what that lady at the NYSC secretariat told you about keeping the fire but I know wherever you are at, God would never abandon you."
 
Tears welled up in Josiah's eyes, he couldn't understand why everyone was speaking in favour of "Jigawa." His mother, sweet Mummy had always encouraged him, that God is always faithful anywhere, Port Harcourt or Jigawa. He relished their care and concern anyway, they always did want the best for him, that he was sure of.
 
Two days after having a hearty conversation with his father, Jude helped him wash and iron his clothes, went shopping with him, and ran some last-minute checks to ascertain he would not forget any of his belongings.
 
"Jigawa is far oooo!" Jude would always remark amidst giggling, "Hausa man, Alhaji Josiah" they would laugh as Josiah would issue threats that he wouldn't call anybody if he returned to Jigawa.
Amidst all this, Josiah meticulously ticked off his list, arranging his stuff in sections, he made sure to put in his Bible too; "that is the first item to pack in when going on a journey", sweet Mummy would explain. She made sure to buy him two cardigans, three head warmers, and four socks, "Nedu, I heard Jigawa is very cold, don't forget to go with these" sweet Mummy said, as she handed him the 'life line' clothing.
 
Jude had bought him a silver chain wristwatch and his father got him, a denim jacket with two jeans pants alongside Air Jordan sneakers.
 
"Don't miss us too much, we got these things for you, so you know, you are always in our hearts." They all hugged him tightly, at this point, he had tucked in the last of his packed stuff and his bags in travelling position. After dinner and night prayers, they all went to bed. Josiah, however, stared blankly at the ceiling, many thoughts running through his head, most centred on what life in Jigawa would be like, he drifted into sleep just before his thoughts would ferry him into dreamland.
The next morning, at 4 am, Josiah was already dressed, his bags and accessories in place, he went downstairs for the morning devotion, which took on a different style. Ogbuefi, his father, led this morning. He took time to exhort everyone on the need to pray always and to never lose heart.
 
"Much more than praying for ourselves alone", he went on, "we must also stand as watchmen over any territory we find ourselves in because we are a royal priesthood and a holy nation. The priest must make sure the fire on the altar keeps burning and never go out, to ensure the wood is placed on it every morning - Leviticus 6:12..."
 
At this, Josiah opened his eyes, looking at his father puzzled, "what is it, with fire and keeping the altar burning?", he thought to himself, a similar thing, the lady at the secretariat, Mrs. Ngozi Sunday had said, "it is even in the Bible" he reasoned.
 
Instantly, Sweet Mummy tugged at Ogbuefi's shirt and raised her head to the direction of the big golden clock at the center of the parlour, before his sermon got any further. The devotion ended with intense prayers for Josiah, for God's protection, guidance, and favour on their son and brother. After another round of hugs, the last of which came from sweet Mummy, she held on to her son and almost did not let go, not before Ogbuefi exclaimed, "Darling, leave Chinedu to go, you are delaying him further, he is a strong man and can take care of himself."
"Okay, Dim oma" (my good husband), sweet Mummy said as wiped the tears that just trickled down her face, with the back of her palm.
"Remember your identity, Nedu m," she whimpered but he heard and ran back to the frontage to hug her again.
"I will, Mom", he answered back. He entered the car, and continue to wave at his parents, as Jude drove him out of the compound till he could no longer see them.
 
"Bro, is that tears I see in your eyes?" Jude teased him after they had driven some kilometers.
"You think it's easy for me, Jude?" Josiah retorted.
Jude continued, "I, would like to serve very far from home oooooh, where I would be on my own, it's only this NNPC something that is paining me."
Josiah gave him a tap on the head and they both laughed. The rest of the journey to the park was spent, discussing the neighborhood and what Josiah would miss about it, till he fell asleep.
 
“Bro, we are here!” A tap from Jude's hand woke Josiah up.
He stepped down, picked his bags as Jude close the car boot, watched his elder brother confirm the ticket he booked online, and take his seat inside the 11-seater air-conditioned bus of Cruise Travels Transport Limited.
 
The transport company was the best one could opt for, traveling from that region to the North, they have also been around for a decade too. Ogbuefi had advised his son to travel with them since his flight to Bauchi was cancelled due to bad weather and the next ones were scheduled for next week. The journey to Jigawa was uneventful for Josiah, he was sleeping at intervals, and the few times he was awake, was to stretches of savannah terraces.
 
Moreover, he did a lot of viewing and capturing with his iPhone 11, when he was returning home from orientation camp, he had believed he would not be back to the north; even if he was to return, he couldn't tell when. Now, here he was returning to Jigawa, in a very short time apart. He was not interested in whatever changed about the landscape, he wasn't looking forward to anything, he was already on the ground, he thought, there was no fear of falling. Shortly after dusk, their bus arrived Zaria, made a stop to check the car engine and make some refills, after 45 minutes, the bus hit the road again. As the sun was filtering into tiny cracks in the cobalt blue sky, the driver entered Tsangaya, and in some minutes Josiah came down at Dutse.
 
He had only been to the orientation camp still in the same town, Dutse. The secretariat was nothing compared to the orientation camp touted to be among the best six in the country. Josiah held onto his bags, tears in his eyes, with a forlorn look, only his khaki jacket and pants were crisp and well-ironed, dividends of being in the air-conditioned bus.
He muttered curses under his breath, as he walked towards the secretariat building, "O God! What am I doing in this town?" he finally blurted out? Looking up, he saw a few corp members ahead.
 
He scurried towards one of them and asked for directions to the admin building, "I am headed there," the fair chubby gorgeous lady with a vibrant voice replied to him, "Let me guess, she continued, your relocation approval bounced, right?"
Josiah nodded looking surprised.
 
"Not to worry, I have the same issues, I relocated to Lagos but I am back here, by the way, I am Abigail," she concluded beaming a smile.
"Josiah, here, nice meeting you, Abigail", he quickly offer his hand, she shook it warmly. They both trudged into the admin office, an air of acquaintance between them. They met two persons in the office, a dark young man, who looked like he was in his early thirties, he had a conspicuous set of white teeth, and an elderly woman, she had some tribal marks neatly placed on both her full cheeks, "Welcome back, runaway corpers, we are always here to receive you" she commented.
 
To this statement, the young man laughed heavily, displaying his white teeth. Abigail stole Josiah a glance, he shrugged back.
"Provide your full names, call-up number, and state code" the woman demanded, producing a plain sheet for them. They provided the details as it was asked of them.
"Wait outside for your postings to be effected, come back in an hour!"
"Okay Ma" they chorused. Then, they stepped out of the office.

Just outside the office, was a big mango tree, it has just flowered ready to begin developing fruits. It served as natural shade to visitors of the secretariat, although they were other makeshift shelters around the complex. Under this mango tree, Josiah and Abigail sat, enjoying kunu aya, a favourite beverage, popular in northern Nigeria, which they just bought at a local cafeteria inside the complex. They began conversing, and Josiah narrated his NYSC story so far, as he termed it. Abigail listened with rapt attention, her face brightened as he came to his encounter with Mrs. Ngozi Sunday at NYSC secretariat, Port Harcourt, Josiah noticed it but continued his narration till the end before he asked after the change in her countenance. Abigail grinned, adjusted her khaki jacket, and shared with him, the experience she had with her church pastor in Lagos, he had told her that God was sending her back to Jigawa as a torch that would light up the altars of His children, whose fire had gone out or were dim.
She indicated that she was yet to understand what that meant. Josiah cackled at the similarity of their stories until his sides began to hurt, just then the young man they had seen earlier in the office, came out and motioned for them to come.
 
"Your postings are ready," he said, handing them their posting letters.
Abigail's letter read... WOMEN DEVELOPMENT CENTRE, DUTSE, she covered her mouth with her palms, "Let's see yours", she tried peeping into Josiah's letter.
"I was posted to Golden Light Sch.....oool, Dutse" Josiah stammered, not sure if he was excited about the new development.
"It is still okay, Josiah, we are both in Dutse town, we would get to see each other often".
“You are correct, Abigail, let's see how everything turns out, I have resigned myself to God's will" as he heaved a sigh of relief.
They went back into the office to thank the elderly woman, "You are welcome, my children, you might also consider staying in the corpers lodge to cut accommodation costs" she advised.
"We would keep that in mind, Ma" they both answered.
"I wish you, all the best"
"Nagode, Ma" Abigail quickly added, quite proud in the little Hausa she could already speak.
They grabbed their bags and headed to the corpers' lodge in Dutse.
 
It was in the corpers' lodge, Dutse, that Josiah and Abigail heard about the Nigerian Christian Corpers Fellowship, NCCF for short. Josiah was especially surprised by the low turnout of corps members to the activities of the fellowship. They would rather attend social gatherings and parties, which became a matter of concern for him.
 
On a certain day, just as he discussed the issue with Abigail, who also shared the same concerns, the words of Mrs. Ngozi Sunday filtered into mind... "What if God's mission for you is to keep the fire burning in your place of primary assignment in Jigawa? He also remembered, the "strange" sermon, his father had preached on the morning of his trip back to Jigawa. "So, this is it?" He exclaimed.
 
"What is what?" Abigail retorted, intently looking at his face as if searching for answers directly from them.
"This is what it has been about; your cancelled relocation and mine, even what your pastor said about being sent as a torch to set dying altars ablaze and rekindle dim ones."
"Okay,  I don't know if I get you", Abigail continued, "how does this apply to the lukewarm attitude of corpers to attending fellowship meetings and giving themselves in service to God?"
"Exactly, the point, Abigail", he lectured on, "we have been sent here on assignment to set hearts on fire for God." He paused, gazing at her as nodded slowly again and again.
"Now, I get it, but how do we go about it?" She finally uttered.
 
Josiah took time, to explain further how much they could do by praying for revival among the corps members, he cited the example of Epaphras, who, St. Paul endorsed in his letter to the Colossians, chapter 4, verse 11 of the Holy Bible. Epaphras according to the text, fervently prayed continually for the brethren in Colosse, for their spiritual maturity and assurance in all the will of God. The nods from Abigail came quicker this time, her face lit up and she displayed a neatly placed dimple on the right side of her cheek, shortly after she had smiled. They agreed to begin praying for the growth of the Nigerian Christian Corpers Fellowship in their zone, and corps members everywhere.
 
At first, there was no response from the corps members but the leadership made of just two executives, Miriam, the zonal coordinator, and her bright-eyed,  secretary, James, became quite active, much more than Abigail and Josiah had met them.
 
Special prayer programmes were organized by the executives and these meetings never missed Josiah and Abigail. Here, they tarried in prayers always for more labourers to God's harvest. Despite the cold attitude, they received in return for efforts, to encourage and invite other corps members to the fellowship, they did not relent in prayers. The highlight of their prayer schedules was naming the corps members, especially those who resided in the corpers' lodge, one after the other, as intercessions and thanksgiving were made on their behalf to God.
 
On one of such nights, Tade had gone on a drinking spree, only to return after several hours (the lodge members were worried already), staggering into the common room of the lodge and falling in the centre of a familiar circle of joined hands and moving lips, familiar because this was their tradition, and it couldn't have been any other hands, if not belonging to Miriam, Josiah, Joseph, and Abigail. The prayers paused as the whole lodge gathered to hear Tade narrate his experience, not without several panting breaks and one water break.
 
"I finish my normal two bottles oooooh!" Tade took off on his story in Pidgin, Oh! Sorry, three bottles, because one guy buy drinks round for the whole house. Next thing, my eyes close, I wake up with banging for my head, and very yeye smell. I open my eyes but everywhere dark, I no know where I dey, fear enter my body. I come dey hear shouts, then one loud cry which I no hear again after two minutes. Na so I take off, begin dey run, I no even care where I dey run go. People start dey pursue me, the moment I take off; as I dey run I think say I go die, I just dey pray to God, say if he saves me this night, I go serve am all my life. Tears dey fall from my eyes, I fell down two times but I continue to run. When I stop, after I don run for long, I no hear the footsteps behind me again. I still no know where I dey, next thing, Abigail begin dey call my name, it was not loud at first but as I kept following the voice, e come dey clear, dey clear. Next thing, I begin dey see our lodge, that is how I am heerrre...  Tade was sobbing uncontrollably now.
 
A cold shudder had spread across the room now, only Tade's whimpers rhythmically pierced the silence in riffs and runs.
"Hallelujah!!" Josiah suddenly exclaimed.
"The Lord is good!" Miriam followed, the corresponding response of 'all the time' was low-pitched, nevertheless, Miriam went on,  the reaction was reasonable.
"Let's begin to appreciate the Lord...."
 
Loud voices, tears, cries and groaning went up, all in thanksgiving and awe for the wonders God had done for not only Tade but the entire corps member body. From that night moving forward, prayers never ceased even the monthly night vigil which had stopped for a while, was resuscitated and more corps members joined the fellowship.
 
When the time came for the current leadership to hand over as the executives had completed their service year, more than enough members were available to take up positions, including offices that had been vacant for a stretch.
 
Abigail was appointed the prayer secretary of the fellowship, so much excitement was in the air. Then more offices rolled out, it was a plethora of enthusiasm when the final announcement went... The new Zonal Coordinator of the Nigeria Christian Corpers Fellowship is Bro Josiah Chinedu Echezonachu. There was an uproar!
 
He and Abigail exchanged glances and smiled, for, amid the excitement, the mission was clear, the assignment was simple - to keep the fire on the altar burning, not letting it go out, and ensuring there would always be priests to place wood on it steadily.

No sooner had Abigail and Josiah stepped out of the hand-over ceremony than, a male corper with creases on his face, carrying two bags, mumbling words no other person could decipher, walk past them and towards the corpers lodge. After waiting for him to go out of hearing distance, they both burst into laughter.


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  1. Very wonderful story, sparingly creative. Well done Somkene.

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  2. Great piece, very nice story. i love the twist at the end too. Good job, Johnbosco.

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  3. I totally love this ,it's really creative.

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    1. Thank you so much, I am very grateful. Anastacia

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  4. Creative indeed, have always know you to be a good writer. Keep it up scholar.

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  5. Nice story,so much to learn from the story.

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    1. I am glad you enjoyed it, Ifeoma. Remain blessed.

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  6. Very nice narrative. Reminds me of a lot I experienced during my service year. Well done.

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    1. I am glad it relates to you, Theresa. God bless you.

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  7. Interesting read, great write!πŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎ

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  8. Nice one πŸ‘πŸ‘

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  9. Very interesting story
    Keep it up

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    1. Thanks a lot, Vurzie. More thanks to you for taking time to read the rough draft and giving your corrections.

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  11. This is such a beautiful story. Kudos!

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  12. Interestingly good to keep on reading.. l much love story that never fade away interests. Superb✍

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    1. Thanks for taking time to read. More gratitude for the superb feedback.

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  13. Johnbosco I love the flow of the story, your attention to details and your beautiful use of simple wording

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  14. Very detailed! It's your attention to details that strikes me the most. Kudos for a job well done, all the best in your future endeavors.

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    1. Amen. This is a lot, thank you so much Obinna. God bless you.

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    1. Thank you so much. Please, click on this unknown, to display a name so I know who's commenting.

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  16. Wonderful piece, well articulated, very captivating, and engaging. The intended message was conveyed. A winning piece in my opinion. Keep up the good work.

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    1. Thanks so much, Brotherly. Amen. I would sure that, God bless you more.

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  17. This is inspiring, God bless you more sir. More ink to your pen sir

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    1. I appreciate the feedback, Glory. Thanks a lot.

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  19. Wow this story piece reminded me of the same experience I had in 2018 wen I was posted to the North, Kano state precisely. I wanted to relocate back to the east, but dat word kept coming, there's a reason for you to be in Kano as my Financial Secretary in RCCF would say. Finally I was made the Prayer Coordinator as God would have it, to the Keep the Fire Burning that was the Vision. More Grace Johnbosco.

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    1. I am so happy, it relates to your experience, thanks for the acknowledgement, Okamms.

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  20. Beautiful piece, Somkene
    Your work is inspiring

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  21. The writeup is an EPIC, so heart touching. God give you more grace to write more

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  22. A very nice fiction with multiple climax lines. Keep it up.

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  23. Enriched piece,Ride on Som.

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  24. Thanks for sharing this valuable content.

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    1. Your feedback means a lot, IfyPeace. God bless you.

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  25. Mehn! I really this story. Keep it up bro

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  26. Gabriel Immaculata Chioma21 March 2022 at 11:45

    This is a great piece. More grace to your Spiritual Pen .Keep it up

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    1. Amen. I am grateful, you enjoyed it, Doctor Immaculata

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  27. A well-structured piece. The plots and settings are great for a deserving story. Bravo JB

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    1. I appreciate the compliments, Kelson. Grateful heart

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  28. A very nice write up. Well highlighted figure of speech. Keep it moving JB

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    1. I love that analysis, Cynthia. Remain blessed.

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  29. Wow I love this piece, very creative and interesting. Jisike, you are really good at what you does.

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    1. I am glad you loved it, Ms Rose. The feedback means much to me

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  30. Wonderful and edifying piece. Thank you and God bless.

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    1. Remain blessed too, Sir. Thanks a lot for reading through

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    1. Wow... I am grateful for the feedback, Coach Sarah. I am learning well...smiles

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  32. This is a nice and creative write up, keep up the good work

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    1. You can be sure, i would do that, Dera. God bless you.

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  33. This is a captivating story. It's also an inspiring one. You painted the picture so perfectly with details that I saw the story come alive. Well done JB m. God bless you tremendously.

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    1. Amen. God bless you more, Ma. This is very encouraging.

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  34. Nice one bro,so inspiring ��

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  35. A very nice piece with awesome storylines and details! Keep it up somkene.

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  36. Superb! A jolly read that gladdens the heart.

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    1. I appreciate your feedback, Sir. God bless you.

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  37. Wow!!

    This is great.
    Well-done sir.

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  38. Chinenye Cynthia23 March 2022 at 13:42

    Interesting piece...well done Bro Johnbosco, you've always been one with the gift of writing. I like the consistency and also that you brought in some Bible verses from time to time. I do hope you win the contest ��. More grace ��❤

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    1. Nice story Johnbosco, hope to see another story of your service year with my name included. Cheers

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    2. πŸ˜„πŸ˜„... I would consider that very much Sir. I appreciate you more, for creating the enabling environment for me to write.

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    3. Amen. Thanks for the heart warming feedback, Chinenye. I am highly motivated.

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  39. It pays to listen and follow the path laid down by God. Your story lucidly speaks of the place of obedience to God for the fulfilment of purpose. Weldone JB. You did good. Keep writing.

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    1. You know I wouldn't stop...😊. Thank you so much for always encouraging me. God bless you more.

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  40. This write up is pointing out the important of prayer and also reminding us of who we are in the Lord. This is so inspiring and motivating story piece.Keep it up!! JB

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    1. Thank you very much, Auntie Onyi. More grateful you read through. Remain blessed

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  41. True life story and a very wonderful one indeed. Keep the fire burning and keep dominating

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    1. Thank you Sir. I would remember that always. God bless you.

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  42. Nice post...it was really educative

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    1. Thanks for reading, Bro. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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  43. You deserve the best, This trophy is yours ... Keep the good work

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