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Who killed Judas?

The day had arrived. Christ who had spent the whole night in prayer summoned a full muster of his disciples, they were more than hundred in number. As he made his way into their midst they shrank back instinctively for his appearance was full of majesty and grandeur. “I have called you all to finally select from amongst you, twelve men who will be my apostles” Christ began, “they are to stay close to me, work and pray with me and will eventually carry on after me”. A loud murmur rose from the crowd, “who would be chosen?” each asked, their faces animated with excitement. “Simon Peter, James, John, Andrew, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew” Jesus called out, his baritone voice reverberating across the entire room. His eyes were closed as beads of perspiration cascaded across his blessed face. Wi...

How Stories Matter

…Onyeulo Noel O. Because of how close we are to stories, with chuckles; closer than you ever imagine. With Noel, we point you how stories matter, to you as a person and to us as a people. The great Indian Jesuit priest and Story writer, Anthony de Mello once said that the shortest distance between truth and a human being is a story. Stories guide human beings in their search for truth and meaning of life. We should be concerned about the stories we digest because they form part of how we relate with events, peoples and places. Stories are like imaginative vehicles through which we travel to places either factual or fictional. Stories create most times a definitive picture of our believe system; whatever we know about an event, people and places are most often an aftermath of stories ...

The ghosts that live amongst us

      It was 10.35 pm on Friday, August 13th 1996. I was already feeling drowsy and about dozing off when i received a text message from my girlfriend Nma. The text was very short, containing only five words. It read ‘It’s cold out here Peter’ It was the scariest moment of my life. Nma had died two years ago. At first I thought that maybe one of her friends was playing a silly prank on me, but then i personally broke her SIM card……. So how is her name still showing in the text? Then it got scarier, Nma started liking my pictures on Facebook and also tagged herself in all my posts. For days i couldn’t sleep for i felt her presence everywhere especially at night. My room started smelling of her favorite body perfume, sometimes i felt a warm ...

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