The first part of this exciting novel resonated with a lot of readers. The thoroughly enjoyable book sparked a lot of conversations and people kept asking for the complete story.
This edition contains the complete episodes and will be equally enjoyed by first time readers as well as those who read the first part.
OUR PERFIDIOUS ACT is the story of a devout lady Rachel, in her waiting days on campus trusting God for a life partner. Mercy brought Daniel across her path and the duo started courting. They got married but along the line they erred and derailed from Gods plan. God is merciful! But will this be enough for them? Find out in this book.
The Authors
Jegede Omolara Temidayo studied Computer Science from Federal Polytechnic Ado Ekiti, and lives in Lagos, Nigeria. A Christian, A minstrel, An Event planner, writer, speaker and Teacher. This is her first book. Facebook Handle: Omolara Jegede Instagram handle:omolara Jegede Email: temidayoomolara27@gmail Phone Number: 07068624359, 09012454130
Adebayo Oluwakayode Mayowa hails from Osun State. A builder by profession, he is a Christian by lifestyle and is passionate about writing.
I had just entered the gate of one of the prominent private schools. I saw a group of female students making their way from the gate. They were in clusters of twos and threes and fours. One cannot but see the handwash facility provided at the gate, and the bold instructions pasted on the wall outside the gate itemizing the school’s COVID-19 protocols.
So imagine my consternation when I saw these three girls sauntering ahead of me. I moved level with them and blurted out my concern without hesitation.
“Excuse me sir, there is nothing like corona virus” Was her rebuttal to my admonition that she maintains social distancing with her friend, whom she has her hand across her neck and the third one who was to her right hand.
I forced myself not to stop and lecture her from my wealth of knowledge on corona virus and its ilk. About a dozen ideas flashed my mind that will convince her on the very danger in her statement. I needed to know if she was stupid, ignorant, saucy or just plain dumb. Abi se you dey wain me ni?
She can’t be more than 12. She should be a Junior Secondary School 3 student. Such insolence!
I drove a few metres down the road and it occurred to me that there’s nothing like corona virus!
Absolutely nothing. History has no record of it. Come to think of it, we did not see it coming. And in this world, we can see things: temporal, spiritual and extraterrestrial. We even see other galaxies and planet. No one saw corona virus until it hit us hard.
No virus has held humans this captive for this strongly.
Scientists are bewildered. It’s produced arguments and counter arguments on its origin and mission. Spewed so much conspiracy theories that one must only laugh at so as to remain sane.
Governments and international agencies openly bicker on the best way to tackle it.
No virus has created so much jobless people simultaneously the world over.
No virus has exposed man’s hypocrisy more than this.
None in history has enabled governments to steal from their people and impoverish them some more, than this.
It’s defied predictions and expectations. Nothing has made it become forbidden to touch your loved one, like this.
As religious as we are, and as much as we loved to have those programmes, for more than a third of the year, churches were on total lockdown. Many auditoriums became the labyrinth of rodents, reptiles and their archnid friends.
Schools? Some of the classrooms became emergency poultry. I even know of a school proprietor that delved into laundry business.
It tested the limits of boredom and accentuated suppressed misgivings amidst family members. Broken situationships? Common occurrence.
The virus became a revealer of secrets. An exposer of vices and promoter of virtues. There had been uncertainties in this world that we had had to cope with, but this one gets the cap. You can’t really say what’s coming next.
As I turned the corner to approach the building that is the source of my lately embraced, COVID-19 necessitated hustle, I had to agree with the young lady that ‘There’s nothing like corona virus’.
“Praise the Lord”, The senior pastor of the Chapel echoed as the congregation responded to his call with an “Hallelujah!”. The service began and the choir stood up in unisom for the hymn. The ushers were beaming with smiles as they welcomed the chapel members and first timers to the service.
It was time for the praise session a beautiful woman mounted the podium to take the lead, ‘I go dance to my God’ the praise session was highly inspiring and filled with enthusiasm.
“I will be late again today for service, when exactly would I stop all this bad habit?” She said in bewilderment. Ten minutes later she was looking good to go. As she entered into the church the ushers welcomed her in and showed her to a seat courteously. She obliged.
The service ended the church members trooped out in twos and threes with their Bibles and some women with their bags.
“Rose”,Matthew the youth general secretary beckoned on her. She had planned to stop by at the market to get some things for herself, but on seeing him she concluded there was no way out for her.
“You came late again today to church, may I know the reason for today’s lateness, miss?” Matthew said raptly beaming with some holy ghost smile.
“Like, I slept off and eeerm!”, she skipped. “God will forgive me again sir” as she lifted her head courageously. “What are you up to for today and I learnt UNILAG examinations is next month guess you have started burning night candles in preparation for it, I trust you whizkid” she commended him.
“I have no power on my own to write UNILAG examinations successfully but I trust God’s judgment and his will is good, I really wish I can speak to you today can you spare me sometime miss?” “See, I am running late already I wish to visit the market to get something’s for myself if you will excuse me, Matthew. Catch ya later now” . She hurriedly waved at a cab.
Matthew stood like a log of wood casting glances at her till the cab faded.
“Dear Lord, please let Rose see that she is a mighty seed upon the earth help her to wake up to her responsibility and stand in gap for her own nation.” Matthew interceded silently for Rose.
They had been friends long ago, they attended the same school and church. Matthew had no ulterior motive for her but his heart yearned and he knew that she was going to be a great sledge hammer in the secret place for God but she didn’t pay rapt attention to him or his words.
“Give her time, keep interceding for her and keep your distance his inner man whispered as he rounded up his prayers to get other things done”.
Rose sat on the plastic chair in her room as she brought out her smartphones to surf the social media she opened the latest UNILAG newsfeed on the institution site.
“Wow! They have past questions compiled in a textbook. That’s great!” She instantly downloaded the p.d.f of the past questions so she could tell Matthew and some of her friends about it. “Who exactly does he thinks he his to interrogate me everytime I go late to church?” She muttered.”
The UNILAG examinations commenced and ended well, some of the participants that wrote the examinations came out beaming with smiles, definitely the set of participants that came across the past questions. Some came out with uncertainties from the hall while some looked so down and highly devastated on what would be their end after the result.
“Matthew”, Rose beckoned on him as she hastily walked up to him.
“Rose, how was your exams?” He said, looking totally exhausted and unhappy. “Guess you blowed it excellently” he managed to give out a sly smile”
“What’s wrong, hope there is no problem? Matthew you don’t look happy, Is it the examinations or didn’t you read the p.d.f past questions I sent to you?” She bombarded him with further questions to see if he would provide answer to all her interrogation at once.
“I am not feeling so well am on drugs and its malaria but it is well. Rose, thanks for the concern about the examinations I think I once told you that I don’t trust my brain I trust God and his judgment he brought me this far and he knows the best way to sort my life.”
Nonetheless, glory to him for being committed. Matthew didn’t attempt the examinations well due to his health but he was determined to tell God his plights than men.
“Hope you are feeling better now or are the symptoms still persisting? She queried.
The Result was uploaded on the school portal but the list of admitted students was pending. Rose swiped her phone to check her scores.
“Wow, Thank you Jesus” she blurted out loud and headed straightway to tell her Aunt Deborah about the goodnews. “Aunt, I had eighty percent in the examinations.” Her aunt was excited. She remembered her friend Fransisca. They had both put in for UNILAG that same year she had a fifty percent while Fransisca had Eighty-five percent.
“I had lost all hope on the admission that year, I was sincerely happy for Fransisca as she also encouraged me not to loose hope. ‘Except there was a miracle’ I muttered after Fransisca words, Indeed a miracle happened that made me more confused about the real definition of miracles.”
The Admission merit list was pasted my name was the third on the list, we searched all day for Fransisca’s name and to my bewilderment, we didn’t see her name on the list.
‘Like what is happening here I queried myself, Fransisca had Eighty-five percent and I had fifty percent how? There is a mix-up somewhere I emphasized.’
The subsequent list too was pasted and my dear friends name was not on it, that part of the Bible dawned on my heart Romans 9:15-16 ‘it is the Lord that showeth mercy’ .
Fransisca cried out her eyes, weeks later she was referred to another Private institution In Abuja An optional offer she took up.
“Rose, I will be serious with you till date I don’t still understand how to define such miracle. Little sis, I advise you don’t trust UNILAG as such please pray for God’s mercy, Deborah said.
‘Rose didn’t oblige her Aunt’s advice, “that was her own time and now is my time nothing can stop me. UNILAG here I come”, As she placed her focus on the standing mirror in her room. “Make welcome the best student in the Physiotherapy department ‘Jayakaye Rose'” as she bowed. Yes that was the kind of honour she looked forward to get in the institution nobody can pour sand inside my garri (Cassava flour) she boasted.
Matthew saw his results he had Fifty-Seven percent, he went on his kneels worshipping God for the score. It was too obvious that he could never score up to that due to his health status that day. He kept hope alive as he trusted God for intervention knowing fully well that the Accounting department never accepted students below grade Sixty percent.
Weeks later the admissions board of the institution sat down to decide the cut-off marks for each faculty which resulted in so much unending argument.
“Dr. Makinde don’t tell me that. You can’t dictate for my department.” The H.O.D of Accounting Department blurted out.’
“I was just saying that let’s admit students within the aggregate score of Fifty knowing fully well that its the Business faculty”.
“Dr. Makinde, please stop trying to help us out. Last time I checked you are the H.O.D of Glass & Ceramic technology in the Science Technology Faculty. Save yourself the stress, pocket your gullible words,” Dr. Folorunso the H.O.D for Marketing remarked.
“Errrhm!” Dr. Makinde was about to speak.
“Dr. Makinde,what do you want to say again? It appears that you have been paid to trouble this meeting” Dr Sanusi the H.O.D from Architectural Department emphasized.
Few Weeks earlier Dr.Makinde had met with some parents requesting heavy dues from them so as to get their wards admitted to the university. Funny enough, eighty percent of the incumbent students were from the Business Faculty, with fifty-two below as their aggregate. The remnant were from the Technology faculty, Medical faculty Humanitarian faculty.
“I pray that the board accepts fifty percent for the faculty” He muttered silently.
“I want us to conclude now on the cut-off mark for this faculty so that we can proceed to other faculties” The Chief admission officer, Dr. Popoola pleaded.
The conference hall was at the state of decorum, every board members gave it a quick thought.
“I suggest fifty-five percent for them”, Dr. Ekpe, the H.O.D for Linguistics said.
“Perfect”, Dr. Luke stated.
“Good”, Dr. Sanusi added.
The House concluded fifty-five for The Faculty of Business after casting a votes. It was obvious Mr. Makinde had cockroaches in his cupboard. He was the only one who didn’t raise his hands in support of the mark.
“Now, we will take a brief break”. Dr Popoola announced.
Dr. Makinde opened the plastic soft drink to gulp it. “Are you okay?” was the word he heard from behind him, turning his head 180 degree.
Dr.Femisola the notorious H.O.D from the Faculty of Mathematics and Statistics receives bribe for virtually everything. They were friends indeed The adage Birds of the same type flocks together is the best definition of the duo.
Why did you insist on fifty percent?” Dr.Femisola asked.
“It is coded”, he replied as he stretched his hands forth to share with him a plastic soft drink.
“Thanks for the soft drink, I just pray Mass Communication department will be forty five” Dr. Femisola said restlessly.
“Why would you pray such prayers?” Dr. Makinde queried.
“I took bribe from about twenty incumbent students (Fifty thousand naira only) they are all from the Mass Communication department. Please support me as soon as we get back to the meeting”, he pleaded.
“One million naira over twenty students that’s damn much, I didn’t even collect up to that from my clients. You be boss. I am your apprentice, Just Ten thousand on about fifty of them just Five hundred thousand naira he boasted.”
“Now I understand the reason for your protest against fifty-five percent, Yeye yeye man (Hilarious personality)” he teased him.
“Let’s continue from where we stopped.” Dr. Popoola pleaded that he will prefer a very fast and precise meeting, as they still had a long way to go, “My wife and kids will be expecting me home from 6pm” he joked.
The Medicine faculty was next on the list. They all concluded that range of students with Eighty-Five to Ninety percent will be on the merit list then if the population isn’t enough, Eighty-two percent upwards can be considered. “We can’t go lower than that” Dr. Popoola concluded.
The physiotherapy department was concluded to have eighty two as an aggregate.
The meeting was adjourned to a next sitting. “After the compilation of the first list. If all the spaces are not filled, then there will be a need to step down some departmental aggregates “, Dr Popoola said.
Dr. Ray the dean of Social sciences faculty said the closing prayers.
San Diego, CA — Dr. Morris Cerullo, world-renowned evangelist and founder of Morris Cerullo World Evangelism in San Diego, went home to be with the Lord on July 10, 2020 at the age of 88.
Dr. Cerullo, affectionately known as “Papa” to millions across the globe who were touched by his decades of personal ministry, is known for his outreaches to people in more than 400 cities, 150 nations, on 6 continents, in over 74 years of ministry.
Dr. Cerullo was born in Passaic, New Jersey, and was orphaned at the age of two. He and his four siblings were placed at the Daughters of Miriam Jewish orphanage in Clifton, New Jersey, where he lived until the age of 15.
While at the orphanage, Morris learned the Gospel of Jesus Christ from a nurse, and after heavy persecution from the staff and other students, Morris left. Almost immediately he began ministering in local churches, and at the age of 17, he received a scholarship to a Bible college in New York. By age 23, he was holding his first overseas outreach in Greece.
By the 1960s, Morris was conducting overseas meetings with hundreds of thousands in attendance. Miracles would break out as the power of God would sweep over the crowd, and thousands would give their lives to Jesus.
By the age of 30, he had one of the most successful ministries in the world, and soon began conducting Schools of Ministry to teach others how to reach their own nations with the Good News of Jesus Christ. By the time of his passing, Dr. Cerullo had personally trained more than 5 million Christian ministers face to face.
A domino effect took place. When these Christian leaders were trained, many would go on to establish ministries, churches, businesses, and organizations that help the poor, care for orphans and the homeless, and provide jobs to countless numbers of people. Millions across the world have been helped by what started as Morris’s simple obedience to God and a passion to help those in need.
Known as a Christian statesman, Dr. Cerullo has been presented with the key to San Diego and other cities in America, as well as having received letters of recognition for the work he has done in foreign countries, from mayors, presidents, and other governmental leaders.
Dr. Cerullo is also known for his humanitarian support. He has provided aid to Ethiopia, medical assistance in East Africa, and helped build multiple orphanages in Mexico. Morris and his wife, Theresa Cerullo, partnered with Tommy and Matthew Barnett to build several floors of the Los Angeles Dream Center which houses 200 women who have come out of drugs, human trafficking and prostitution.
Dr. Cerullo was awarded the Lifetime Global Impact Award at the Empower21 World Conference, a gathering of over 4,000 world ministry leaders and pastors in Jerusalem, Israel.
Few people have put as much effort, over such a long period of time, into helping those in need, as Dr. Cerullo. The fruit of his efforts has circulated the globe and will forever be cherished by the millions of lives he has touched.
In 2011, Morris purchased 18 prime acres on Hotel Circle South in Mission Valley, San Diego, California. After several years of EPA reports, architectural design changes, demolition, and city council meetings, construction began on Dr. Cerullo’s crowning jewel, the $200-million Morris Cerullo Legacy International Center.
Completed in December of 2019, Legacy is open to visitors. The presidential library contains Dr. Cerullo’s teaching materials, which are available to enrolled students. Thousands of visitors are drawn deeper into a relationship with God through this legacy of Dr. Cerullo’s life and ministry.
Located within the Legacy Center are many inspiring attractions such as the award-winning, interactive world globe and the 4-D motion seat dome theater playing the films, Walk Through The Bible, and Wings Over Israel. Children discover a world of adventure in The Legends of Lightfall area.
Visitors gain an understanding of faith, culture, and the world through the Legacy of Nations, movie Galleries, the Catacombs, and numerous ancient Bibles and artifacts. All of these movies, exhibits and displays were dear to Morris’s heart in his desire to draw others closer to his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
He is survived by his precious wife of 68 years, Theresa, his children, David Cerullo and Susan Peterson, 7 grandchildren, and 9 great grandchildren.
Dr. Cerullo’s life can be summed up in the words of the apostle Paul, “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.”
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