GUARD ME, O LORD FROM THE HAND OF THE WICKED!

GUARD ME, O LORD FROM THE HAND OF THE WICKED!

At exactly 6:40 pm yeste

rday, I was in bed when I received a call from Destiny, one of my course mates that our long anticipating SYNTAX result has been posted on the notice board at Block A.

"Where are you?" I asked him.

"I am at the venue" he replied.

"Have you check yours?"

"Yes, I have. I had 50"

"Fifty? How come? Please help me check mine?"

"Hold on. I'm coming."

"Hello, are you there?" I asked.

"Ermm... You scored... You scored forty."

"Four what!" I exclaimed.

"That can't be my result. Please recheck it again"

"Calm down. It is 40. You scored 40"

Forty? No! Of all the courses I did, I developed an avid interest to the reading and studying of SYNTAX. So how..? How come?"

"What about all the tutorials, the group discussions and solving of past questions? The sleepless night and the unending stress we went through before we could do our presentation?

"How could he scored me 40? No oh! I know what I wrote;I breakdown the questions into pieces during the examination. That is not my result! The maker must have marked me down; I must call for my script!" my voice echoed in varying tone like a creditor who has come to take an unpaid debt from a debtor.

"Jide, calm down"

"Didn't we read? We all read! In fact, I read untill my eyes became red. Though the scores given to us does not meet our expectation but hear this: do not be saddened because things do not happen your way. What happened to you deeply affects other students as well. Exam result is not a result of what you will become in life! Does an intentional crap award piece of mark makes you a failure or an unintelligent person in life? Do not allow what you're being scored to depress and press you down. It is not what you're being scored that matters, it is how you can maximize and utilise what you know about what you're being scored that matters."

"Kindly cheer up and pray this prayer with the whole of your heart: Guard me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from violent men who planned to trip up my feet."
                            Psalm 140:4


Fagbohun Joel
#Realistic Fiction
#Classic Grammarians

MERCY MESS UP

Sister Mercy is a chorister in her church;
When she sings, many lost souls retrace their steps to the Lord. 
Yet, she walks the street with a tight skimpy dresses
That displays her quadruplets to the world.
This attracts some guys to draw near to her
And they force their mortals into her unblown small balloon.

Sister Mercy weeps heavily in her room
But no one in the world would hear her cry.
The memories from that night haunt her
Till she becomes a victim of her circumstance.
Of course, she knows the truth
But Mercy allows the devil to use her the more.

Since then, sister Mercy becomes a dog;
Any colour and height become her choice.
When she gets anywhere, men follow her everywhere. 
They go in and out, big and small rods into her hole.
She becomes an actress
With several scenes of sin, she performs everyday.

And one day, as she walks down the street,
A man of God preaches to her
And the word penetrates into her life once again.
She cries for mercy from the depth of her heart
And the Lord mesmerize sister Mercy's mess with His mercy.

Like sister mercy, many souls have gone astray into the world.
But it not too late to reverse and come to the Lord.
No matter how piled up your sin is
Come to Jesus;
He is richly rich in mercy
And is ever ready to take you out of your mess.

©Fagbohun Joel