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Another brain-child was birthed today at Scholars' Spot... congratulations to Mkpoisonke Umoette.

ANOTHER NEW RELEASE

We are delighted to introduce yet another publication from our company: "Behold! The Elders, Preachers and Church Leaders" by Minister Emmanuel Abidiak, a compelling new release that addresses the critical role of spiritual leadership within the church community. This timely work offers profound insights into the responsibilities, challenges, and sacred calling of those who shepherd God's people, providing both current and aspiring church leaders with biblical wisdom and practical guidance for effective ministry.
Minister Abidiak draws upon scriptural foundations and pastoral experience to illuminate the path of servant leadership, making this an essential resource for elders, preachers, and all who are called to lead within the body of Christ.
The book serves as both a mirror for self-examination and a roadmap for those seeking to fulfill their divine mandate with integrity, wisdom, and spiritual authority.

Available Now!

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Exciting New Releases!

We are thrilled to announce the release of three new titles by Mike Udam, Ph.D. This collection addresses critical areas of personal development, family dynamics, and faith-based youth mentorship, offering readers practical tools for growth and transformation.
They are:
1) "Teenagers Faith-Building Tonic" - A tool for growing teenagers to greatness
2) "Work on Your Family: Filling in the Blank Spaces"
3) "Work on Self"

Available now!

Congratulations, Dr. Udam

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Recently, we have had the honour of publishing two very insightful books from Comrade Mkpoisonke Umoette .
Coming Out of Grief
All that Remains

These are narratives you cannot afford to miss...

Congratulations Mkpo....excel!

SS

When last did you see an editor? Or are you still grappling with your thoughts and manuscripts?
At Scholars' Spot, we breathe life into your thoughts and cause them to serve the purpose to which they were meant.

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JUST BECAUSE I AM A MAN
(For every man in one shege or another, receive strength.)

Just because I am a man, does not mean
That my heart does not bear deep scars unseen,
For within this chest beats a soul that weeps,
Yearning to be held, to find solace, and sleep.

Just because I am a man, does not mean
That my strength outweighs the pain inbetween,
In this world of expectations unfair,
Bearing burdens, I'm left feeling stripped bare.

Just because I am a man, does not mean
That my tears carry no weight in their stream,
Behind these eyes lies a world of despair,
Silent battles fought, wounds too much to bear.

Just because I am a man, do understand
That I too stumble and falter, hand in hand,
With the struggles that life so often brings,
Deep within, a heart yearns for angelic wings.

Just because I am a man, it's mistaken
That I need no compassion, my heart forsaken,
For beneath the armor, a tender flame glows,
Craving love, acceptance, and kindness that slows.

Just because I am a man, let it be known,
That strength and vulnerability are both shown,
In the battlefields we face day by day,
Seeking solace, hoping for a brighter way.

Just because I am a man, don't let me fall
Into the depths of despair's daunting call,
Extend your hand, a voice that whispers care,
Help me heal, knowing that someone is there.

ai Nkuru
Department of English,
Tai Solarin University of Education, Ogun State, Nigeria

January 12, 2024.

FOR THE CHURCH IS IN TROUBLE WITH THE POET

I pen this verse with a heavy heart's sound,
In shadows of gray and whispers profound,
For the church is in trouble, lost in its maze,
Straying from its purpose, lost in its ways.

Once a beacon of light, a chosen guide,
Now marred by darkness, where truth does hide,
The poet weeps, for the church has gone astray,
Leading not to Christ, but leading hearts astray.

Where is the love, the compassion, the grace,
Replaced by judgment and a cold, distant face,
The atrocities committed, oh how they pain,
A church so divine tainted by worldly gain.

In the name of God, injustice does prevail,
The poor and the weak, left alone to wail,
Exploitation and corruption, behind stained glass,
Diverting from salvation, a doctrine of brass.

The church, once pure, now covered in stains,
Forgetting its mission, causing God's truth to wane,
The poet mourns, for souls that are lost,
Within these walls where faith is tossed.

We cry for the children who have suffered in shame,
Abused by those trusted to carry His name,
For the wars waged, justified by false piety,
Leaving devastation and sorrow for eternity.

But amidst the turmoil, a glimmer remains,
A yearning for change, to break these chains,
Let the poet's voice rise, a call to reclaim,
The essence of Christ, to heal and to tame.

Oh, church in trouble, let hearts be stirred,
Return to your roots, let God's love be heard,
May repentance and redemption be your guide,
To rebuild what's broken, no more to hide.

For the poet's plea echoes through the night,
Restore the faith, with God's love ignite,
The church in trouble can find its way,
Back to Christ's teachings, brighter than day.

© ai Nkuru
Department of English,
Tai Solarin University of Education,
Ijagun

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Regardless of my poetic ingenuity, I still research, proofread, edit, procure ISBN directly from the National Library of Nigeria, and publish. Reach me either via +234(0)7080030792 (Whatsapp) or at Scholars' Spot (Centre for Research, Editorial and Publishing Services), Tai Solarin University of Education, Ogun State, Nigeria.

FOR THE CHURCH IS IN TROUBLE WITH THE POET

I pen this verse with a heavy heart's sound,
In shadows of gray and whispers profound,
For the church is in trouble, lost in its maze,
Straying from its purpose, lost in its ways.

Once a beacon of light, a chosen guide,
Now marred by darkness, where truth does hide,
The poet weeps, for the church has gone astray,
Leading not to Christ, but leading hearts astray.

Where is the love, the compassion, the grace,
Replaced by judgment and a cold, distant face,
The atrocities committed, oh how they pain,
A church so divine tainted by worldly gain.

In the name of God, injustice does prevail,
The poor and the weak, left alone to wail,
Exploitation and corruption, behind stained glass,
Diverting from salvation, a doctrine of brass.

The church, once pure, now covered in stains,
Forgetting its mission, causing God's truth to wane,
The poet mourns, for souls that are lost,
Within these walls where faith is tossed.

We cry for the children who have suffered in shame,
Abused by those trusted to carry His name,
For the wars waged, justified by false piety,
Leaving devastation and sorrow for eternity.

But amidst the turmoil, a glimmer remains,
A yearning for change, to break these chains,
Let the poet's voice rise, a call to reclaim,
The essence of Christ, to heal and to tame.

Oh, church in trouble, let hearts be stirred,
Return to your roots, let God's love be heard,
May repentance and redemption be your guide,
To rebuild what's broken, no more to hide.

For the poet's plea echoes through the night,
Restore the faith, with God's love ignite,
The church in trouble can find its way,
Back to Christ's teachings, brighter than day.

ai Nkuru
Department of English,
Tai Solarin University of Education,
Ijagun

Lord, thank you, for all the disappointments I have suffered from you. Thank you too, for all the beautiful things life has offered me. Thank you, for shelter; thank you, for my parents and siblings; thank you, for my career; thank you, for my academics; thank you, for my job; thank you, for my friends, colleagues, and teachers. May everything good keep coming. I am not ungrateful.

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