Harry's Bag

Our Father who art in Heaven, Good evening. I sit in this air-conditioned room in my hotel naked as the day you brought me unto this earth. Father I write this letter to you because I am quite curious about a question that my friend Estelle posed on Facebook. Well, since you know all things, I want to pose it to you so you can tell me the answer. I promise it will not be too difficult a question for you to answer. The question, simply, is “Where was Adam when the serpent came to tempt Eve”? Now let me go and refer to my Bible so I can make my case with all confidence. I’m back. The Bible made me know that the serpent questioned Eve, and Eve answered as she knew how. The Bible again makes me know that Eve ate the fruit, and gave some to her husband “….who was with her, and he ate it” (Genesis 2:6, NIV). Adam was not there when the devil came to tempt Eve and God I beg to ask, where was that nigga? When Estelle posed this question, I answered that because the nigga was a ...

Abigail is a beautiful name borne by some beautiful persons. Recently I came to find out that the name meant “Father’s love”. This thought set me wondering if fathers had any love in them. A lot of fuss is made about Mother’s Day and a mother’s love, so I wondered if fathers had any love at all. After days of much thinking, I came to the conclusion that fathers had a lot of love in them. At least we remember how sometimes dad went down on all fours to play horse whilst we sat on his back pretending to be on horseback. The father’s love is not that soft come-and-hide or hug-me love which mothers showed. This is not to say mothers are all soft. A father’s love is a tough and very stern love called DISCIPLINE. It is the kind of love shown either when he spanks you for some wrongs or gives you a stern lecture you’re unlikely to forget for a long time. Of course in our part of the world, and for those of us born in the years before the wanton proliferation of modernity and human ri...