If Mercy was a guy, I think she should have been named Isaac. There’s never a time I’m around her that is not filled with laughter. Her laughter is contagious.
On Thursday, April 1, I travelled to Ibadan to meet Mercy in order to fulfill our Easter plans.
We went to Odogbo barracks to meet our soldier friend on Good Friday. He attends the Catholic Church so we joined him for the station of the cross service in the evening, after which we went back to Mercy’s house.
On Saturday, we were at home for most of the time. I helped her in marking exam scripts.
We went to church on Sunday. We danced! It was Easter and the joy was something I could not explain. The revelation of Christ’s resurrection hit me differently that day.
Jesus died our death so we could live. On account of His death and resurrection, we are now seated with Him in heavenly places, free of all shame, guilt, past mistakes, sin.
He nailed them all to the cross.
When He died, we died in Him and when He resurrected, we did too.
Later in the month, I went sight seeing with Esther, who is like a sister to me. We went to the University of Ibadan and ShopRite. It was my first time being in those places, so it served as positive exposure for me.
Today, I am grateful for a sound memory and the ability to remember things to the tiniest detail. Sometimes, I marvel at the way I remember all of the things I write about. I do not take for granted, this gift.