"I called this meeting today because we have a very important job at hand," Idris announced, his voice resonating with authority. "I will ask a question, and whoever is interested should raise their hand. If there are no hands up, I will appoint someone among us to carry out the task. We are going to kill some unbelievers in a church near Abuja this week, and we need two people to volunteer." A heavy silence enveloped the room as the gravity of his words sank in. Moments passed until a young man, clearly hesitant, stood up and said, "I was told we were going to a political meeting by my friend here."

“How old are you?” Idris asked sharply, his eyes locking onto Danjuma. “I am sixteen years old,” Danjuma answered, his voice quivering. “Ok, you mean at sixteen years old you are bigger and wiser than God?” Idris pressed, his tone escalating. Danjuma began to tremble under the weight of Idris's questioning. “For questioning my authority and that of God, you shall have no peace,” Idris declared menacingly as he pulled out a gun...

Favour, a determined soul poised for greatness but thrown off course by unexpected turns. In a nation yearning for progress, the ruling elite's indifference stands in stark contrast to Favour and Michael's unwavering commitment to change the status quo. Just when their vision seemed within reach, a new President emerges, shifting the game's dynamics with divine timing at play. Favour ascends to the presidency, only to discover that the road ahead is far from smooth sailing. Brace yourself for a tale of ambition, power, and the turbulent path to transformation in a nation at the crossroads.

Favour's father, a poor carpenter, struggled to make ends meet. When favour reached school age, they faced severe financial hardship, unable to afford even basic necessities.

Eventually, his father managed to enrol him in a primary school many miles from their home. David, a poor carpenter, is sitting outside his humble home, carving a piece of wood. His son, favour, approaches him. Good morning father. I'm ready for school. But I wonder how I will walk barefooted on the rough road.

Yesterday my feet were sore. When I arrived at school, David felt a pang of guilt. He held his son close and my son, I know it's hard. We can't afford sandals right now, but God willing, I will work towards it. When father asked, uh, Favour, David was silent for a moment, finding it difficult to promise something he couldn't deliver...