Today the month of June, the sixth month of the year, ends. This simply means that from tomorrow we will be crossing over to the second half of the year 2014.
I am excited. Excited and hopeful. Many things have not happened… yet… that I prayed for in this year. But tomorrow brings with it, a new month and above all, a new day. For me, it brings a new hope. It is a time for me to renew my hope, to believe again – in myself and above all in God. It is for me, a time to make fresh plans and reevaluate old ones. It is a time to look beyond what has not come and see what will become. Jesus said to the woman with the issue of blood for twelve years, “your faith has made you whole” – tomorrow gives me a reason for renewed faith, hope and life.
I believe… may this few words below help you believe too…
We’d agreed to meet right beside the Nursery chamber, right after Kaza would have been done with her nightly march around the Hill and just before she might decide to begin another march.
“This is very dangerous. We could all be caught and condemned to death… I don’t want to die yet.” Toki whispered loudly, twisting his head right and left, his eyes gleaming with frenzied excitement.
He’d insisted he was going to escort us to the Hill’s doorway even though I’d told him… no, begged him to stay back and not endanger his life. He wasn’t the only one playing busy-bumble-bee, Kiki had also come with Zita.
“Condemned to death?” Kiki cried crawling beside Zita. “We’ll be lucky if Kaza doesn’t squash us to death if she catches us.”
“This is exactly why you two shouldn’t have come with us…. you are just too pessimistic.” Zita turned her head to the left to glare at Kiki.
It’s another weekend and I always consider this time a period for relaxation, so let’s laugh a little with these few kiddies jokes…
Why do Brides Wear White?
Attending a wedding for the first time, a little girl whispered to her mother, “Why is the bride dressed in white?”
The mother replied, ‘Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiest day of her life.’
The child thought about this for a moment then said, “So why is the groom wearing black?”
Find Prologue here
One – Finding the body.
Father Chrysostom Okeze woke up every morning at exactly 4:30 a.m. He was the spiritual director of the Good Shepherd’s home. He has been for the last seven years. The small community where the The Good Shepherd’s chapel was located loved him, the few workers in the home loved him, the children loved him, everyone loved Fr. Chrys – that was what they all called him and it especially tickled the fanciful young minds of the teenagers because his ‘Chrys‘ was spelt with a y.
This morning he got up about two minutes even before his alarm went off. He made the sign of the cross and muttering the Morning Offering he swiftly took of his night clothes of sky-blue striped pajamas and walked into the small-sized bathroom attached to his room.
In less than five minutes, he was out and in another five minutes, he was dressed in a pair of charcoal-grey trousers and an off-white short-sleeved shirt. He marched to the old dark walnut desk, picked up his breviary, his royal-blue chain Rosary and his Bible and hastened out of the room and straight into the small chapel just down the hall from his bedroom. Twenty minutes of verbal prayers and Bible reading and he was out again and marching through the semi-lit sitting room and through the already opened porch door, mumbling the repetitive prayers of the Virgin Mary’s Angelic Psalter.
I have come across a few individuals who seem to love arguments. They like being the devil’s advocate.
Don’t get drawn into arguments. If you have to speak, speak clearly and to the point. Then add that, of course, you could be wrong. This takes the confrontationalist mentality right out of the conversation. I have found this technique to work in most cases.
Senseless arguing saps us of our energy and robs us of our time. Why must we give in to it then?
**Words of Rajendra Pillai**
These words got me thinking because I am a firm believer in never-give-up-the-argument talk approach. Wouldn’t it be nice and definitely less stressful if we could all get straight to our point and then leave room for the possibility of being wrong?
None of us know everything, right?
Ant Hill is back to round off the love story of Zoro and Zita. If you have not been following their story, simply click here and enjoy.
Toki chatted animatedly as we marched on towards the Queen’s chamber. As usual he was brimming with excitement. And as usual I was at once baffled and irritated by his incomprehensible exhilaration.
What did he have to be excited about? What was it about our miserable existence that kept him chirpy and eager all the time? Even now when we face summons by the Queen, which can only mean one thing – the announcement of our nuptial flight – he is brimming with enthusiasm like we are about to be served lifetime awards.
“You know why we all have been summoned, don’t you?” He said now.
I didn’t respond. Every drone on the line knew.
“I think it is to announce to us the day and time of our nuptial flight, don’t you think?” He continued keeping step with Kite who was marching beside him.
Because all I felt like was screaming and possibly knocking his head off, I remained silent.
This is purely a work of fiction. It relates in no way to any person or group. And is not intended to disparage in any way at all the Holy Church, her clergy and her faithful.
One – Two – Three – Four – Five – Six – Seven – Eight – Nine – Epilogue
Prologue – Dana Bala.
Dana Bala had arrived the Good Shepherd’s Home just about a year and half ago. She’d been dropped off by a mother who hadn’t spoken to anyone or even explained why she was leaving her daughter at the home. The woman had just parked her car in front of the gate, ordered Dana to get down and go inside and introduce herself to the Priest-in-charge and she’d driven off. At least that had been Dana’s story and witnessed by the old gateman who’d been at his usual spot under the big tree beside the gate on that fateful evening. Almost eighteen months now, that car hadn’t shown up at the gate and no one was really expecting it to.
The Good Shepherd’s Home was a home for abandoned and homeless teens. Most of them left by parents and guardians who promise to come back for them but never do. A very few just arrive the home on their own – seeking shelter, food, clothing and family. Many leave after a while and most never come back even to say thank you to those who nurtured and cared for them. Really the tale of the proverbial ten lepers.