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I didn’t deserve it. 

I’m sure most of you have heard my story, maybe from blogs. But just before you judge me, hear me out.

“Just this once, it won’t hurt anyone, after all BODY NO BE WOOD”

This man is never around and this body of mine needs some work.

After now, never again.

Before I realized, I was back again, this time not once, not twice; as i speak I have lost count.

That feeling of “what have I done?” wasn’t there anymore, no heart racing, no conscience pinching, no restless night.

This fateful day on my usual rounds; 

People pointed, “Eh, that’s her”, but I walked as though they weren’t pointing at me

“Stop there! Someone shouted. Today you will finally face the law”

Fast forward to my judgement day, I was faced with many accusers

“I saw her!”

“I have seen her several times”

“I will still see her, so why should we spare her?”

But there was yet a calm one in the corner

“Let her be,” he said in a still voice.

“If you haven’t done worse things, then you can speak”

There was silence in the room.

Finally, the Judge spoke; “Anymore accusers?”

Silence still

“Since there isn’t anyone left, I have nothing against you”

YOU ARE FREE!!!

I stood still because the words didn’t sound real, I mean the only penalty for what I have done is death.

I heard the words again, this time clearly: YOU ARE FREE!!!

I felt freedom for the first time in forever, and I knew I didn’t have to struggle again.

It was a fresh start for me.

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Day 9: Tosin Amund

What does Christmas mean to me?
Christmas has been the celebration I look forward to every year. When I was little, I remember being excited as school closed for the year just before the holidays. I remember how we looked forward to our school party (it was painful though when our mum didn’t allow us wear party clothes to school like everyone else, but that story is for another day). Mum and Dad would bring home lots of cards, presents (both animate and inanimate) would flood our home. It was a time of year when we used to sing thus:
“Christmas is coming
  The geese are getting fat,
   Please put a kobo in the old man’s hat’
I honestly can’t remember where we learnt that song from but I can bet it was one of our comprehension books. We would pack our bags and travel to our home town in Ogun state on the 24th, and the fun would begin.
My siblings and cousins would terrorize the poor unsuspecting neighbours with all sorts of ‘ammunition’- banger, rocket, all sorts of weapons of mass confusion. I was too scared to hold any of those things, talk less of throw one, so I was stuck with the firecrackers.
I also remember that Christmas was usually the season when our ‘kolos’ (local version of a piggy bank) got filled up with monetary gifts we received from our relatives. There was the running battle on who got the most money. I actually miss those precious little wooden boxes. Unlike grown up accounts, the only way to access your funds was to (irreparably) break it open. Then the child with the most money had it doubled. My older sis always won this challenge; it was a no brainer.
Our church family harvest thanksgiving is on Christmas day every year, so come the 25th, we were all sitting in the pews at Idode Methodist Church, Ago-Iwoye. It was always an interesting time, even if I spent a good part of that time asleep. Afterwards, we would have a feast. That was what Christmas meant for the first few years of my life.
I started to understand the meaning of Christmas when I realised my need for a Saviour. Imagine my joy when my eyes saw the account of the angels heralding Jesus birth:
‘Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord’
And that declaration of joy which followed:
‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men’

From that moment, I realized that Christmas was much more than the festivities, the beautiful dresses, the feasts and family gatherings. Its true meaning surpassed even the biggest hampers exchanged by friends and well wishers. The greatest gift man can ever receive was given at Christmas. The timing of the celebration has been a source of controversy, but I have come to understand that the heart of the matter weighs much more than man’s confusion on dates and time. That divine birth which paved the way for our salvation trumps all the controversies and strange narratives.
Unfortunately, for the last few years of my life, I have consistently been stationed at work on Christmas day. However, this has not dampened my Christmas cheer. The spirit behind this wonderful time of year is always with me, helping me bring Christmas cheer to my patients even while at work.
To everyone reading this, I wish you a wonderful Christmas. May the joy of the Lord be with you this season. Mwah!

Thank you Teesugar for sharing your view.😆

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