“Dad, can you get me a packet of chocolate?” Tomade queried his father.

“A pack of chocolate again after the big popcorn bowl, boy you need to be calming down” The father tickled his son grin to grin.

“Oh! Dad, I know you will get it for me. Please dad” The boy insisted.

Tomade’s mum stood staring at the drama displayed before her by Tomade and his dad.

“This boy is so spoilt!
Dear, you are the cause of all these in my own generation there was never a time I stood before my father and spill wallop, who does that?”

“Arghhhhh! mum I detest this so much when you make me feel like am disrespecting dad by asking things from him, Mtcheew” Tomade responded picking his nails.

“If I slap you eeehn, your head will enter reset mode you can imagine him looking straight boldface to tell me Yanyan, Do I blame you? Your dad is also enjoying the fatherhood nonsense”she responded.

” Oh! So you are desirous of my pinkie pinkie baby.” He replied his wife

“Jealous of what? Nonesense acting all up”

“Son, Don’t worry I will get you your heart desires you will get three packs of Chocolate” his father concluded.

You sure know that looks when you are defeated as a woman, Tomade’s mum walked away abruptly out of the scene. The young boy was seen flaunting his dad to the world with deep hugs.

“Dad, you are the best and my super hero!” Tomade swam into his dad’s arm.

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“Tomade get your bags ready, I got a call from your dad that he will be picking you up from school quite earlier” Miss Roys his class teacher announced.

You need to see how the young boy jumped off the chair he ran to the shelf to get his bag ready.

Oh! Pardon my manners I forgot to give you scripted details about Tomade.

Tomade an eight year old kid, the only son of the family of Mr&Mrs. Paul, A grade three pupil. A big brain with so much believe in his father.

Tomade waited patiently for his father’s arrival excitedly!
The head teacher came to order the young boy.

Tomade walked out majestically with one hundred shoulder pads up.

Daniel one of his classmate eyed him with a cornered eyes.

Daniel was one of the enemies Tomade never knew of, This boy is calm and quite easy but he couldn’t grasp why Tomade’s father always pick up his son early from school on rare occasion. He hated the fact that his both parents were acclaimed busy to pick him up.

Next day at school

Daniel stood by the way to obstruct Tomade from passing.

“Who do you think you are?” Daniel confronted.

“I am Tomade your friend and classmate” The innocent boy responded.

“Oh! So what makes you different from myself and the class” Daniel questioned

“I will tell my daddy” Tomade let out with courage.

“Oh! the daddy’s boy” Daniel managed to say as he walked out on him.

Daniel wasn’t a bad boy he was just a young boy that needed parental love and care.

“Oh! You want me to tell my daddy to buy you a pack of chocolate. My dad promised to buy me a barrack” Tomade added adding salt to the injurious case.

“You mean your dad can buy you a barrack? who is your father?” Their teacher interrogated from behind with chuckle?…..

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Funny right the kind of faith little kids have in their father is one of a kind!
Imagine Tomade saying it with courage that his father would buy him a barrack.
That same courage, faith, enthusiasm is what God is on the look out for in every of his children.
He wants us to trust and believe in him, as he takes us around the tour.

Are you trusting God for something big, small or even little? Why don’t you call it forth as Tomade did, call that baby forth, call that miracle job forth, call that surprise forth.

We can boast of God’s ability because we have seen him do wonders same thing is applicable to Tomade he believed his father can get him a barrack because his father gifted him a chocolate pack.

So great faith! Activate yours today in God and be limitless in your request and answers.

A very good way to begin the month of August, God is willing to hear place your orders. Enter it……..

I hope this blessed you

Greatfaith

Dexterity

Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T.J