Too Good E-Book

Bimbo Olamide

• Herausgeber: COMMUNE WRITERS INT'L
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

TOO GOOD is a faith-based novel. It is a fictional work deliberately put together to teach, enlighten, correct and instruct readers on God’s ways and word.

It’s a delightful read, entertaining and highly spiritual, showcasing the victory of good over evil no matter how far a man may go from God.

I urge every reader to write their experience(s) during and after reading TOO GOOD and share with the world.

Leseprobe

TOO

GOOD

A FAITH-BASED NOVEL

BIMBO OLAMIDE

TOO GOOD

WRITTEN BY

BIMBO OLAMIDE

[email protected]

COPYRIGHT (C) 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author or publisher.

Published by:

COMMUNE WRITERS INT’L

www.communewriters.com

[phone]

6, Amusa Street, Agodo-Egbe, Lagos

In Partnership with:

KASHER NOVELS

Published in the Federal Republic of Nigeria

CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter 1

The Meeting

Chapter 2

The Date

Chapter 3

The Family

Chapter 4

The Union

Chapter 5

The Wedding

Chapter 6

The Goodbyes

About the Author

DEDICATION

I want to bless Jehovah for grace to conceive and birth TOO GOOD.

Thanks to all my family: Bettermomsi as we fondly call my mom, my brothers DJ Xpat and Tony, my sisters Becca and Pamzz...big huggggsss to you all!

To my beautiful sons, Mikolo my guyyyyy and Asher...you are my heartbeat!

To myself.... wow girl, you're finally an Author! Well done!

To everyone who would get wise after reading this book... may you never walk the path not meant for you!

I celebrate you all!

DISCLAIMER

All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

1

THE MEETING

Amaka

Lagos life was hard enough, she fumed inwardly as a notification for a seven-day vigil from her church’s WhatsApp group came in. The struggles through the mad traffic on the ever-busy road are draining enough, so the idea of staying awake while spending precious nights on hard plastic chairs wasn’t welcoming at all. Without the slightest remorse, she concluded that she would join the vigil in the ‘Spirit’.

*****

On the fifth day of the vigil, she connected via Instagram live stream from the comfort of her home. However, Amaka wished she was physically present. She was the type that functions best after eight hours of good sleep but the vigil kept her awake night after night, for several hours after the close of the program. Perhaps if she’d been there physically, she would have been exhausted enough to sleep off immediately, without having to resort to binging on social media platforms in the middle of the night.

But wishes weren’t horses; she sighed as she scrolled through her phone in search of her social media apps, feeling very irresponsible about being online at such an ungodly hour. Yet, in the past few days, besides counting her ceiling boards severally, only the social media had successfully lured her to sleep after a few scrolls through the news feed.

“Things weren’t going as expected”, she muttered to herself.

Glancing at her wall clock, it read 1:00 am. Why is the world asleep except her? She sighed, hoping a few more scrolls through some posts of the day would eventually do the trick. But she became increasingly frustrated when at about 2:30 am, she was still flipping through apps. At this time, she was supposed to be too exhausted to keep her eyes open, but she felt energized.

“The gram is too active to stir sleep, Facebook is more like it”, she convinced herself as she exited one app in search of another.

To ensure greater boredom, she went on her Messenger straightaway, a part of the Facebook app she hates visiting, no thanks to the unsavoury elements there. However, it was her go-to tonight in a bid to get a few hours of sleep before dawn. The avalanche of messages in her inbox shocked her. Some read as far back as three years ago. Well, instead of being rewarded with sleep on such a desperate night, she found herself guiltily responding to her messages, one after the other.

An hour later, she started feeling sleepy at last but for some weird reason, she felt the need to respond to the last message in her inbox. She smiled dreamily as she read the message which says;

“It’s my last message to you, Amaka. Today makes it a year since I started writing to you without a single reply. Thanks and God bless you.”

She knew she should sleep but then, a need to respond to this message overwhelmed her, so she yielded. Unfortunately, at that dead hour of the night, her message went directly to the sender, who also happens to be online.

*****

Amadi

He was tired and about to put his phone on flight mode when a message popped in, and in split seconds, he became wide awake. He didn’t wait to think, he sat back on the bed and began to reply to the much-awaited message from an evasive object of his admiration. He caught himself grinning from ear to ear, as he read with crazy speed, a short but heartfelt explanation for her silence.

She didn’t like Messengers; she explained, that was her reason for not being forthcoming. She was sorry and she hoped no grudge was held against her.

“Hi”, he typed as he kept watch on the green indicator which meant she was online. “Can I keep grudges against an angel even if I wanted to?”

His heart skipped a beat when she sent a smiling emoji in response.

“My name is Amadi Chukwu. I’m so happy to hear from you, I must confess.”

He waited for what seemed like forever for her reply; cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

“Same here”, came the reply as he exhaled loudly.

“Lol”, he typed, searching his brain for an engaging line of conversation. But it appeared his seasoned fingers were wiser than his brain cells because he soon found himself typing furiously without thinking.

“It’s very late Amaka, why are you still awake?”

With amazement, he watched her typing back too.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh?” he answered, feeling happy about the direction of the conversation.

“A good chat could help, you know.”

Another smiling emoji acknowledged his suggestion.

“Not tonight, please. I’m sure if I close my eyes, I would be in wonderland in a second.”

Amadi laughed.

“Wonderland?”, he quizzed as if he was lost on the joke.

“Yeah. It’s a popular story about a little shy girl who went on lots of adventure in her dream.”

“You mean Alice in wonderland? I know the story. I watched it a lot while growing up alongside Robbin hood and Oliver Twist.”

She replied with three laughing emojis and he felt rewarded.