Bøker av Yemi Bankole

This is a message from the far country. It is meant for the world; read by millions; believed by the humble; prayed about by the wise. Though, sea shall be crossed and island explored; though knowledge shall multiply and wisdom form a pyramid, yet every soul shall outlive the sun, and the human spirit will never sail intoextinction. In a country, in a year, in a day in a place, the body and the soul shall separate. No complaint, no excuse, no appeal, no lawyer, when our souls shall answer the home - call of God. The beautiful for the ugly earth, the high for the dust below, dust back to the dust, but the soul flies away. The last drama is for the deceased to sit quietly as if alive under the word "Obituary" and be honoured with '''Late" the 4-letter title that follows his name for the rest of eternity, to tell every man who can read that he was once a dweller of this patched land. We are fragile and limited. We are all birds of passage. We are accorded but with a fleeting glory.My humble reader, arise, the sun is setting and darkness is coming, take advantage and grasp opportunity. It has been religion all the while, now it's time for true salvation, now is making holiness your heartbeat. Get enlisted for heaven while salvation is cheap and your spirit is willing

To start a race is easy, but to finish it is challenging. And it is of no use starting a course we are not determined to finish. The experiences of certain heroes have revealed that getting to the finishing point of our high calling will not be a mere free ride. Here is a compelling read to prove this beyond a mere theological treatise. A well-crafted exposition, The Sojourn is an account of a black traveler, Kofi Adams, who stepped out one great afternoon in autumn to search for Paradise not minding critics, arguments and the general view that travel narrows the mind and the belief of some that Paradise was lost. While his account touches upon all kinds of people, beliefs, reasons and philosophy, the question is did he find Paradise at the end of it all or all search only equated running a fool's errand - a figment of imagination, fantasy and illusion - if you like?You are about reading what could have happened anywhere, but which happened in Mopedia, a little but popular town. The account was about Kofi Adams, a man who travelled out of Mopedia in search of Paradise. Mopedia existed few centuries ago and was mainly consisted of the black, howbeit with other colours included. With respect to geography, Mopedia was founded on the plateau with her boundary stretching out in different directions. In her northern side for example, she had a renowned valley, which had generously served the land as a hiding place during wars. In the south, she had a route that led to the Fortune Island, which was then a notable centre for mercantile activities. Adventurers of the time made use of the island as a link between their hometowns and cities of the then known world. Travelling via the said route to any of the far away cities was likewise a much-desired ambition of that age. Besides, it was a custom to celebrate a native of Mopedia who was resident abroad but visited home with the valuables of those cities. Small wonder, a good percentage of people often aspired to make short trips or periodic tours southward of Mopedia.

A close study of the teenage life shows it could be likened to weeds in the hands of the wind or a moss carried along by the wave and tide of the sea. At times, the lives of the young people flicker like a candle light battling with the breeze of time. This has deprived a good number of them a specific station in life with regard to where they stand. Not only that, it has made them hardly have a destination of their own. The result of all of these is that many youths have their dreams placed in the hands of another; they have a future left to be designed by strange designers, with a career mindset that lacks a fiber to deliver the goods. A life of this kind promises living, but not sincere existence. It makes a man get lost in the maddening crowd of all Toms and Jerry. That is why many born-great youths are ending up as Lilliput and great stars keep wandering in the maze of low self discovery? Come-on youths, awake! It's time we got out of the shadow! READ FULL TEXT IN CHAPTER 1

'Here is a true portrayal of the coming event...remarkably made plain in words that are concise and gripping...' 'A work that renders well its content...intellectually enticing.' 'A spiritual read...a tantalising mystery...a superb account of the City of Coveland drawn with an eschatological pencil.'