One man once said that if you know little about science, it takes you away from God—but when you advance and truly understand science, it brings you closer to Him. ❤️
That thought has stayed with me over the years, especially when people begin to question whether God exists or not.
For me, I often think about it this way: it is better to live believing there is God and wake up to find none, than to live as though there is no God, only to wake up and meet Him. ❤️
That reflection brings me to a moment in my life—one I can never forget.
Back then in secondary school, JSS1 to be precise, I was living in the hostel at Colliery Comprehensive Secondary School, Enugu-Ngwo. ❤️
I served as the head of the Block Rosary in the hostel, and I even extended it to the police barracks, making sure the children there joined in prayer.
Sometimes, I organized the Stations of the Cross because St Theresa Parish was quite far from the school. ❤️
In many ways, that devotion guided me—it even “saved” me from toasting girls, because everyone simply called me “Brother.” Chai! Ije nwoke. ❤️
But one night, something happened that almost ruined my reputation and nearly exposed me to jungle justice—Uto aka. ❤️
A day student suddenly ran into the hostel late at night. He was distressed, saying his aunty was after his life, accusing him of stealing her money. ❤️
It was already late, and everyone refused to accommodate him. But he pleaded with me, and as a brother, I couldn’t turn him away. ❤️
I begged my classmates on his behalf, and after much persuasion, they agreed, saying, “Yellow, na because of you ooo.” ❤️
Yes—“Yellow” was my nickname back then. In fact, I’m sure many people never even knew my real name before I left the school. ❤️
Since some hostel mates were uncomfortable with him staying inside, I went further to plead with students living outside the hostel. They agreed to let him pass the night there. ❤️
But by morning—Kolombo had disappeared… after stealing the landlord’s pams. ❤️
That was when trouble began.
I was summoned. The landlord was furious and threatened to have me arrested if I did not produce Kolombo. ❤️
I didn’t know what to do. I could have been beaten that morning, but perhaps because they knew me as the “Block Rosary Brother,” they gave me two weeks to find him—or face the consequences. ❤️
That was when I said to myself: ogo m egbunam (my goodwill shall not kill me). ❤️
There was no phone, no way to trace him, and no one knew where he had gone.
I even offered to replace the pams, but the landlord refused. He wanted the culprit. ❤️
So I turned to the only thing I knew—prayer.
For seven nights, I prayed the rosary at midnight, caught between fear and faith. ❤️
Each night, I poured my heart out, trusting God even when I didn’t understand how things would end. ❤️
Then one morning, as I was preparing for class, a classmate ran into the hostel shouting:
“Yellow! Yellow!! Kolombo don show ooo!” ❤️
I dropped my soakie (garri) immediately and followed him—this time filled with a mix of anger and relief. ❤️
When I saw Kolombo, he was casually wearing the very pams he had stolen. ❤️
I held myself back, said nothing harsh, and simply took him straight to the landlord. ❤️
Looking back today, that moment remains one of the many miracles I have witnessed in my lifetime. ❤️
Someone might say it was coincidence—but what a coincidence indeed. ❤️
I have come to believe deeply that God lives in us, and we in Him. ❤️
To search for God only outside ourselves is to risk losing both Him and ourselves. ❤️
During my school days, I had many encounters like this—moments that, upon reflection, convince me that God is ever faithful. ❤️
When we align ourselves and look within, it feels like casting your burdens upon the sun—the shadows simply fall behind you. ❤️
The love and mercy of God are new every morning. ❤️
They do not fail, and they are not dependent on our perfection. ❤️
If you reflect on your own life, you will see moments—clear moments—where God has been faithful to you. ❤️
But do not be deceived: God is not mocked. Whatever you desire, you must work for it—and work with Him. ❤️
Tell me, my friend—when has God shown His faithfulness in your life? ❤️
I remain your friend and brother,
Maazi Onuora Obodoechi ❤️
Pen it down. 