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How Much More Time Do We Have

As I uploaded some videos on YouTube earlier today, I thought about the magnificence that is the Internet, its structure, the pillars that hold it all up.

Large servers around the world always on, constantly running, handling millions of requests a second and needing to be super cooled.

Powerful undersea cables travelling across continents and carrying data, your data.

The interconnectivity and expanse around the earth that it covers.

Is it really infallible?

Is it foolproof?

How long can we keep it up?

In 2006, several powerful earthquakes hit Asia and knocked out the internet in some places.

Why?

Undersea cables connecting a network of countries had been affected by the earthquakes.

I have a few questions….

What happens when the biggest servers in the world are taken out and you can no longer talk to that person in another country?

What happens when Google no longer functions?

What happens when you can no longer access or read your mails?

What happens when the castle you have built online (social media) dissappears in a day?

What happens when all the online friends and followers that make up you feel important and a celebrity dissapear in a whim and without trace?

Would you have a life…

A real life…

Think about this.

As much as you build on here, take really seriously things that are off here like your faith, family and friends, relationships…

Build as much as you can, reach millions around the world, but know these would not be forever.

No, it would not.

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I Will Not Compromise The Faith

I was going to title this “Of Compromise and Struggles” but I changed at the last minute to something more definite and that will capture your attention strongly.

I WILL NOT COMPROMISE THE FAITH, yes I would not.

The last few months have seen me grow rapidly, develop with full force, and get more vocal about what I do ( Career and more). In the meantime, I have begun to experience first hand the very potential to subtly depart from the fervency, attitude, and fire that the Gospel of Christ has set in the heart.

No, I don’t mean to denounce Christ and the Gospel of Christ openly or outrightly, I’m talking about that sudden shift which is gradual. It begins in bits and takes hold of your soul.

You are now in the public eye. People are watching. You are caught up in public discussions and arguments that border on morality, righteousness and compromise of the TRUTH. There is a crowd waiting patiently for you to give your stand, and with sticks and stones if you dare go against popular new concepts and opinions.

Would you compromise?

You think about it. You consider it. You consider shifting the line a bit, pushing the boundaries a bit. Just a little twist you say, just a little bend, “I will not hurt either side”, ” I will not hurt the faith neither hurt the other side”

You think it, you do it but you really do not see THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND.

You say, “okay, I would avoid making a stand and keep the things of my heart hidden”, “I do not want to hurt anyone” you add.

But you really do not know, YOU CANNOT AVOID MAKING A STAND. YOU MUST TAKE A SIDE.

Would you compromise the faith?

Would you compromise the Gospel of Christ and the Eternal Kingdom of God you have BELIEVED?

Do you throw away righteousness and the TRUTH of God’s Eternal Word for a good job, money, clients, popularity, connections, and a place among those who control things?

GOD FORBID!

God forbid it for me and HE forbid it for you.

Do you get so caught up in your hopes and aspirations for now that you sideline the FIRE that was once in your soul for the Lord and his Will?

GOD FORBID!

I do not how high, far and excellent I will go in the affairs of men, but as surely as HE lives, I TAKE A STAND AND REFUSE TO COMPROMISE THE FAITH.

This is a record to HIM, my Savior and to you reading, that I Will take a Stand for Righteousness, For Justice, and for the Gospel of Christ and I urge you to do the same.

God bless you.

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Who am I?

Who am I?

I am “Olamigoke Glory Omoniwa” and “Victor” ends the list. You might see “Olamigoke Glory Omoniwa” here and “Olamigoke Glory Victor” there but I am one and the same.

I used to be “many things”, but change and evolution have necessitated I progress to become another “many things” presently.

Destiny and the Will of the Almighty God, whose child I am, have brought me this far.

Beyond the many things I am, I am a SON of GOD, redeemed by the Blood Of Jesus Christ whose life and purpose is to proclaim the Gospel of Salvation in all the Earth.

My life, my being and my source is from God and all I am and would ever be is FROM and FOR HIM.

Irrespective of what I do and how lofty I get in the affairs of science, technology, business and what have you, I am sold out completely to the Gospel of Christ and Pursue its cause in all the Earth.

I am unashamed about this, and infact want you to know this. When you hear my name for whatever reason, I want you to know I am nothing, can be Nothing without HIM who created me.

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The Story of Joseph Retold

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THE STORY OF JOSEPH

RETOLD

Joseph the dreamer, and soon to be governor of the entire ancient city of Egypt is sold into slavery and out of jealousy, his brothers. 

This tale of a young boy, lost in a great land is re-written. Enjoy

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Pearls Adventures: A night in the Jungle

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PEARL'S ADVENTURES:
A night in the Jungle

Pearl and her best friend, Ada, embark on a girly trip in the dead of the night to a jungle called Pyakassa, located on the outskirts of their neighborhood. It all begins fine until a stranger shows up and things go entirely awry. Though they are not so far from home, they seem to be far from help.

The book also deals with the challenges young girls face in society today and the need to let them be ALL and SHINE.

Pearl and her best friend, Ada, embark on a girly trip in the dead of the night to a jungle called Pyakassa, on the outskirts of their neighborhood. It all begins fine, until a stranger shows up and things go entirely awry. Though they are not so far from home, they seem far from help

Chapter One – I am Pearl

Chapter Two – Pearly Wait

Chapter Three – This is Pyakassa  

Chapter Four – All gone bad

Chapter Five – Devil in the Jungle

Chapter Six – The Call

Chapter Seven – Botched Escape

Chapter Eight – Going Backwards

Chapter Nine – Not Alone

Chapter Ten – Home Sweet Home

CHAPTER ONE (I am Pearl) 

“Paddy paddy,”

“Maddy maddy,”

“Naddy naddy,”

“Where‟s my laddy laddy?”

The dusk slowly set in, fist shaped clouds littered the sky, immersed in the sun‟s orange glow. A group of kids, of whom I was the eldest, sat triangularly on the floor with dust strewed all over them, and sang merrily. This was the routine every Friday evening and today, 23rd March, was no different.

I stood up and strode the stretch of the fence. The chandelier on the balcony glowed with a charming orange fluorescence, basking the white wall around it in same. I reached the gate—firm and huge, as opposed to my little frail stature—and peeped into the horizon. It was beautiful. Before me, the entire Bellview estate spread out like a piece of expensive embroidery. Lavish houses splashed on all sides of the stretch interrupted by an interlocking road grid. These gave the now familiar thrill, but I was done with all that; I wanted much more.

This had been my home for as long as I could remember, and that would be fourteen years now. I had learnt to walk on this very street, and in turn helped my younger ones to.

Withdrawing my fingers from the hollow space in the gate where I had dug them in, I turned to look at Chika and Ojie, their uncanny semblance of dad striking me. Hovering over them was Degel, my little cousin, completing the little team that was entranced in play with a cluster of plastic blocks splattered all over the floor.

My parents, lovely bunch, had always told us they wanted four kids, but dad couldn’t get mum to have any more after Ojie. So when Degel moved to live with us two years back,
they were excited and you could guess why— we all added up to four now.

This weekend, they had both traveled to the city of Dublin for some impromptu business meeting. I missed their presence, but there was a major amelioration: we had the entire house to ourselves.

“Pearl is a gentle, sweet and homey girl…” My best friend, Ada, had said before the entire class weeks back. It was Tuesday and it was the speech training class. It sounded ludicrous and as I looked at her, she let out a sly grin followed by a mischievous wink while the rest of the class still oblivious to the undercurrents, laughed on in agreement. She knew she had just goofed.

I couldn‟t believe those words then even as I couldn‟t believe them now.

I was gentle, sweet and homey… true! But I had a knack for the wild, the good wild. Immersed deep within my genes, entangled within the nucleic frame up of my DNA was adventure and so far, I had seen very little of it. I craved it like I crave my favorite yummy snack, bread and peanut butter. This weekend, unfortunately, looked to be characteristically dour for me. I needed some action.

Looking at my fingers and attempting to expunge the dirt from beneath my glittered nails, I analyzed my options. There was the cinema for kids but they were on a movie repetition spree and that was a turn off; then there was the estate‟s swimming pool, which I was honestly tired of. Another option was „The Bunnies‟; an all-girls hangout hurriedly fixed by my friends, Loretta, Dobi and Tochi, for the next day at a corner in the mall but I wasn’t interested too. It was going to be the same ole… same ole young girly gossips and petty talk.

Stuck at the third count, I looked at the little team who in a zigzag manner staggered gently towards the front door of the house like little zombies. They were either tired or famished; the latter I supposed. Looking away, it then struck me. Of course, today was Friday and I had planned a secret trip with Ada tonight. There, was my little glimmer of adventure and I had nearly forgotten.

A few days back, on a casual walk around the neighborhood moaning about our little boring lives, an idea hit Ada: what if we snuck out at night, went on a little trip for an hour or two, and then crept right back into bed totally undetected.

Giving it a quick thought, I had exclaimed in excitement, doing the cool doggy feet movement and whirling around in a circle. This promised to be the sought-after break I needed from my shallow world that had dissolved into a boring pattern. We agreed and struck a deal.

The animated voice of the house keeper, Mrs Adams, accompanied by the sharp ring of a bell cut through my reverie startling me into consciousness; it was dinner time. Proceeding to gather the pieces of little plastic blocks that were left scattered on the ground by the others, I beamed once again with excitement. I remembered the suggested trip destination and a tremor shot through my body, making me shudder a bit. Our little freak trip was to the Pyakassa jungle: a closed off area on the outskirts of the estate.

Increasing my strides, I moved to the door, turned the knob and stepped into the house. I was hungry! Eleven pm though only four hours away, seemed extremely far but I was sure the adventure was going to be worth every second of the wait.

TRAILER

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Slim City: Chaos

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SLIM CITY:

Chaos

The fate of the future of Slim city rests in the hands of a reject journalist, James after a series of events rock its very foundations. Once peaceful and the delight of the creme-de-la creme, that is all in the past now. 

It begins with the kidnap of an important figure, a woman,  in a well orchestrated plot, and gradually,  everything descends into CHAOS.

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SLIM CITY:

Chaos

After a series of events rock its very foundations, the fate of Slim city rests in the hands of a reject journalist, James. Once peaceful and the delight of the creme-DE-la-creme, all that is in the past now. 

It begins with the kidnap of an important female figure in a well orchestrated plot, and gradually everything descends into CHAOS.

TRAILER

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Purpose, the young Detective: The Mrs Red Saga

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PURPOSE, THE YOUNG DETECTIVE:

The Mrs Red Saga

Purpose is a smart guy, maybe a little too smart for his age. He likes to read up big tech books, fix up gadgets and guess what, construct them too. Now he’s really learning to be a detective.

With an intelligence that is hereditary, can he solve a mysterious case involving his best friend, Chi, who is set up in a spooky crime she did not commit at school, and expose the person behind the mask?

Read this thriller that promises subsequent mesmerizing sequels.

Purpose is a smart guy, maybe a little too smart for his age. He likes to read up big tech books, fix up gadgets and guess what, construct them too. Now he’s really learning to be a detective.  With an intelligence that is hereditary, can he solve a mysterious case involving his best friend, Chi, who is set up in a spooky crime she did not commit at school and expose the culprit?  Read on and enjoy. 

Chapter One – I am Purpose

Chapter Two – Set Up

Chapter Three – Save Chi

Chapter Four – Meeting at the Corner

Chapter Five – It’s all Wrong

Chapter Six –  Busted

Chapter Seven – Best Friends Forever

CHAPTER ONE (I am Purpose) 

He was considered arrogant, stubborn and always poised to see, and push things his way. Often, a trail of misdeeds and misdemeanors littered the little path he etched for himself but it was also without questions that he, Purpose, was smart— this was incontestable. It was a fact deeply engraved in his heart even as he stared into the seven foot mirror, a frown slowly looming on his face as he struggled to straighten the ruffles on his school uniform. His belt was too short. He had chopped off a few cruel centimeters from it to serve as an insulator in a miniature radio receiver he constructed a few days back.  

Stooping down to adjust the strap of his sandals, he stole glances at the mirror. His large blue eyes, which always had gleams of mischief in them, came to rest on his oval-shaped head full of hair, which seemed not to shine as much as it should, despite the hair cream he nearly emptied on it. He brushed a hand over it and patted the afro to shape. He culled his socks up in his usual signature way and straightened. 

Standing at about three foot five, he was too short for a twelve year old and admittedly, the shortest and smallest in his class. His mini body mass, pronounced by reticent facial features, created the façade that he could easily be bullied and walked over, but past encounters proved otherwise. Twice, he had been summoned to the principal’s office for getting in a fight with students double his size, fights he was going to end up getting whooped in. Thrice, he had set up three of his classmates who had made mockery of his head’s shape. The first got jammed up in the toilet, the second nearly lost a tooth after getting shorted by a door, and the third had her lunch box emptied and replaced with sand.  

After another long self-appraising look at the mirror, he decided it was time to reconcile with Chi, his best friend.

 “No, she isn’t my best friend, we are partners,” he mentally noted, as a line of worry crossed his face.

 “And it isn’t good for partners to get emotionally attached.” He verbalized, repeating to himself Rule no. 33, Simple Rules for the Aspiring Detective; the book which now lay crumpled on his bed… he had slept on it again. 

 “No, she’s more than your partner; she’s your friend too.” Another voice in his head said, and so began the internal riot; each voice trying to drown out the other, the dialogue crescendoing into a cacophony in his poor not-so little head. 

Breaking through the wild orchestra, a smooth soprano voice rang out, “Purpose, I gaghi eje akwukwo n’oge oo. You are going to be late for school.” 

It was his mother and he was slightly startled.  Jolted back to reality, the voices subsided… no victor, no vanquished. 

He was getting late for school.  He scoffed at another of his mother’s attempt to acquaint him with Igbo. He knew she only spoke the language every now and then so ‘her son’ would fall in love with it and start speaking it too but he wasn’t going to let it work.  

“Nobody forces Purpose to do anything,” he muttered to himself as he picked his already packed duffel bag and the diary, and began walking out the room but not before taking one last glance at himself, in the mirror. 

Racing down the flight of stairs, he screamed, “Mum, I’m coming!” 

“Your breakfast is cold, young man.”  

 His mum’s sweet voice greeted him as he emerged into the ambient lit dining area. 

“Mum, it isn’t cold unless it’s lower than room temperature and close to zero degrees Celsius…by the way I’m not feeling too hungry.” 

Mrs. Kate Ogbonna shot him a glance; her brows elevated and pupils dilated a little, mirroring an inward dialogue. 

“Where do you get all these from? Not me, certainly Ebuka,” 

She chuckled as she thought of her husband, his father, who had run off to work to start off on some new scientific project. 

“See what you’ve passed unto our son,” 

She chuckled again, genuflecting as though she conversed with him, this time glaringly obvious to Purpose who had had a change of heart and quickly munched down into his chicken and egg toast bread sandwich.    

Looking at his mum and wondering why she cackled and talked to herself, he couldn’t help but notice her beautiful purple gown with the little pink flowery things or were they threadings, on it. 

 “She is beautiful,”  

He said to himself, his mouth struggling to hold onto the large chunk of bread he had squeezed in, with pieces of chicken clasped in between his teeth.  “Yes, she is beautiful, just like Chi,”  whispered a voice; that voice, in his head, running off as soon as it came. His face broke into a frown and then without warning, a reflexive smile began to emerge from the side of his mouth, or maybe a blush, only to be interrupted by the sharp voice of his mum, 

 “Get my keys, time to get off to school!” 

Entering the car three minutes later, his face still caught the blush. When he checked his watch, only fifteen minutes had gone by since he stood in front of his mirror, although it seemed to have been aeons of light years. 

WHAT READERS SAY

Definitely worth your money and time (I got two copies for my boys) … the way, I sure liked the turn of events… Really waiting for the continuation of the book…
Chiemela Chike
Journalist
It’s such a thrilling read that the time you turn the last page of the book, you’ll find yourself emailing the author to find out when the sequel will be out. Need I add that I enjoyed this book? Okay, I don’t. Haha
Chisom Osuigwe
Writer and Editor
This book leaves readers in total suspense and eager to know Purpose's next moves
Deji Adimula
Lawyer
Purpose, The Young Detective is a book any reader won’t want to miss. It has enough graphic descriptions that’ll reel you into a form of virtual reality. It’s thrilling with a dose of comic relief and of course educative. I must applaud the author for appeasing my imagination.
Abasiono Timothy
Writer
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About Olamigoke Glory Omoniwa

About me

Welcome!

HI there, I am Olamigoke Glory Omoniwa.  Welcome to my world; a world of the most thrilling and imaginative stories. 

I hope you find it comfortable here. I hope you find a warmth and fire in the words penned. I hope you find the hidden messages, brewing with goodness and righteousness and love. I hope you enjoy the books available and the many more yet to come. I hope you follow me on this journey as I build a universe with growing and emerging powerful characters.

 I advise you sit back, get a copy of each book and patiently read. This is going to be a fun ride.

MY JOURNEY

I began writing at a pretty early age, say 12, 13. My first little book was written with a pencil in a small scissors cut-to-shape notebook; its front page was designed with a crayon and I think, looked just good enough. Honestly, I struggle to remember what the book was about, but it’s all there—its appearance, size and how it looked—well stamped in my memory. 
 
I tried severally over the years to write again, but all to no avail. Little bits and pieces here and there…
 
My parents especially my mum, Mrs. Edith Olamigoke, who had caught a glimpse of the early spark, made it a duty to keep trying to trigger me again, spur me on and inspire me.
 
She would say, 
 
“Glory, you have the writer in you.
“Do you remember that awesome little book and the other ones too?”
 
Constantly,  I heard these words, for months and for years. 
 
Finally, in late 2017, I picked up a pen and began to write again. This time with poise and such zeal to write and complete a book before I proceeded for my NYSC. Well, that didn’t so much work out. I left without completing that manuscript.
 
Fortunately in camp, early 2018, I picked up my sheets of A4 paper(I had gone to camp well prepared) and began scripting my first manuscript  (Slim-City). I completed about 9000 words in a little above a week and I was proud. But beyond this, I knew mum was going to be proud and most importantly, The AlMIGHTY GOD who put this gift in me. Something had been birthed and was going to be for the rest of my days
 
Yes, THE ALMIGHTY did put this in me. I believe that with every fibre of my being, and I have told Him severally, that with this spectacular gift, I would make Him proud. 
 
That, I have started and would continue to do.

MY PASSION

I want to see the world changed. I want to see Goodness in the land. I want Righteousness and Justice to be the order of the day. I want to create such beautiful, powerful and inspiring characters that create such delight and put smiles on faces. 
I want you, my reader, to fall in love with books and with reading.
 
This, we would accomplish together and one step at a time.