PAROUSIA Magazine is calling for submissions for it 12th Issue to be published by September 2020 The theme of this forthcoming Issue is HEAL THE WORLD Psalm 147:3 KJV He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. Heal the world is a theme inspired by the present pandemic that has plaqued…
Mama was never the same after losing Grandpa, her twin sister, Charlene, and my brother Braylon. Mama stared into my brown eyes, grabbed ahold of my braids and whispered, “I will keep you safe Ashanti, no matter what. My life means nothing if you’re not with me.” “Mama, why are you talking like this? You’re…
“Grace…I will name her Grace” – Olanipekun Ifeoluwa
LIGHT IN A TUNNEL It was the 24th of December, Esther sat in her apartment feeling quite lonely, outside her apartment was buzzing with the Christmas spirit but she wondered why she felt nothing. It was the same experience she had for the past five years, after she lost her father the weight of…
Grace & Beauty After my first year of college, I moved into a house near the university at the end of a narrow road. The owner of the house, a stout, blond woman named Christine, worked for the company that made Cliff’s Notes. Her yellow bedspread was covered with bumblebees, tigers, and an assortment of…
AL! She screamed at the top of her lungs. How could you do this? You know what I was saving that money for.
I’m sorry. I can’t watch you suffer when you have the means to end your suffering. Live one day at a time, trusting in God.
A CHRISTMAS OF SPREAD FRAGRANCE “Odun n lo so pin o Baba mimo “, the song punctuated my sleep that chilly morning. I dragged the blanket reluctantly off my squeezed face, yawned and searched for the light switch on the wall close to my bed. I clicked it and stared helplessly at the hour…
A SAMOYA VILLAGE CHRISTMAS You would know that it was a big deal when you started seeing women with nylon sacks trooping mother’s hut in the absence of father that a new season was approaching. They would conveniently make sure they arrived late in the afternoons because they knew the men of the homesteads…
UNCLE KỌ́LÁ “I curse them in the name of Jesus; I bind them in the mighty name of Jesus! Let your heavenly fire burns them! Burn their brain so that they will become mad! Burn their legs so that they can become crippled. Scatter all my Philistines, destroy all my Amalekites, destroy my…
Who is like God? I used to believe all of Father’s words. I used to believe that God is good all the time and… the inverse. That church is the house of that God, and that He makes things work for those who go there good. I used to believe that Aunty Tọ́pé is…
