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17/08/2026

Names

A VILLAGE CALLED UMU.UDO [Not the real name] WANTS A CHANGE OF NAME

The leader of the campaign wrote:

"There's something spiritual and fundamental in a name. It's true we inherited UMUUDO as a name from our ancestors. But the question is, what did our ancestors believe in and how that name came about? Historically, we may not know much about that, unless the most elderly person tells us if he truly knows. As a kindred, have we faired well answering that name all these years? It's on record UMUUDO is the first born of EJERO [not real name]. We also know that EJERO deity was domiciled in our kindred as UMUOKORO UMUEJERO. At a point, the person who was sacrificing to UDO renounced serving the diety and got baptized in Catholic Church. If he could abandon UDO diety and embraced Christianity, why should we continue bearing the name UMUUDO? Think about it. The only constant thing in life is change. Almighty God Himself we serve changed the name of Abram to Abraham. He changed Abraham's wife name from Sarai to Sarah. He also changed Jacob's name to Isreal. All was for them to realize in full their divine potentials. There's nothing wrong in changing UmuUDO name to UMUOKORO or any other suitable name provided it's not connected to idol of our ancestors or abandoned UDO diety. The new name will be dedicated to the living God we know and worship today. It will also change a lot of things in our time and generation after us. I come in peace."

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NB. Attached picture, not the deity in question.

Fada Angelo Chidi Unegbu

08/07/2026

IWUALA Ngozi

24/06/2026

If you want to present to your child the image of the Divine in human form, make sure that image looks like him or her.

Reject every argument that persuades you otherwise.

Before you disagree, speak first with a psychologist and ask what it means for a child to grow up seeing God, angels, saints, heroes, and all that is good represented exclusively in the image of people who do not look like them.

Faith should never be built upon a foundation of inferiority.

Your child deserves to grow up in a world where he or she is not made to feel like a second-class citizen in God's family or in the human family.

A child should be able to look at the image of the Divine and see not only God, but also the dignity of his or her own humanity reflected back.

Anything less carries consequences that may take generations to heal.

Fada Angelo Chidi Unegbu

02/05/2026

Fada chidi unegbu

29/04/2026

Two hours after I dropped my 3-year-old son Leo off at my sister's house, I got an alarming phone call—his kidneys had been sold.

"Ma, please, you need to hurry. Your sister Chika is at the hospital right now. She’s trying to sell your son’s kidneys!" the nurse said frantically.

"Dear God!" Grace gasped, standing up immediately. "What are you talking about? Leo’s supposed to be with my sister for the holiday!"
"Get here now! The doctor is getting ready to take your son’s kidneys!" the nurse urged before hanging up.

Grace’s hands began to tremble. "How could my own sister, Chika, do this to my son?" she whispered, overcome with shock and fear.

She immediately tried calling her husband, but his phone wasn’t connecting. In a panic, she ran out the door and hailed a taxi.

"Please, hurry! Take me to Forever Hospital! My son’s in danger!" she cried desperately from the back seat.
Meanwhile, inside the operating room, Chika and her husband were quietly watching the doctor prepare for the procedure.

"In a few minutes, Leo’s kidneys will be removed and our son will be saved," Chika said, squeezing her husband’s hand.

"Exactly," her husband responded. "Then we’ll quickly go home, toss Leo in the pool, and tell Grace that he drowned while playing."

Chika nodded in approval. "Everything is set."
The nurse, who was outside the operating room, could hardly contain her dread. "I hope she gets here in time," she muttered to herself. "If not, it’ll be too late."

Back on the road, Grace was frantic, pleading with the driver. "Please, drive faster! I’ll pay anything! Just get me there fast!"

As the doctor was about to make the incision on Leo, the door suddenly flew open.
"Stop!" a voice yelled.
It was Grace.

She rushed in, shoving the doctor aside, and slapped Chika hard across the face.

"You want to kill my son, Chika? Your own sister’s child? How could you be so cruel? You’re not my sister anymore! You’re a monster!" Grace shouted through her tears, trying to reach Leo.

Before Grace could even get closer to Leo, Chika motioned for the doctor to continue.
Without warning, the doctor injected Grace with a needle.

In seconds, Grace’s body weakened, and she collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.

"Perfect," Chika said coldly. "Doctor, let's continue. I don’t care if I have to destroy my sister and her son to save my child. He is all that matters."

However, as Chika spoke, the kind nurse snuck in through a side door, lifted Leo from the bed, and ran out as fast as she could.

She dashed through a dark alleyway, surrounded by thick bushes, refusing to stop despite the night air pressing down on her.
A few minutes later, Chika and the doctor realized Leo was gone.

"What? Where’s the child?" the doctor yelled in panic.
They ran outside and asked the security guard.
"A nurse took a child and ran that way," the guard replied.

Ignoring the still-unconscious Grace, they hurried out.
"Doctor, we need to catch up with her before it’s too late," Chika said, her voice quivering with anxiety.

"Yes," the doctor said, his voice low. "We can’t let this get out of hand. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop her."
He quickly sent three men to pursue the nurse.

The men started running, but the nurse was fast, her grip tight on Leo as she fled into the dark, isolated road.
As she ran, she heard footsteps closing in behind her. She quickly hid behind a tree, covering her mouth to stay silent.

The footsteps were nearly on top of her.
Leo suddenly started crying.

Can she escape?

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08/04/2026

BRANCH BY BRANCH

23/03/2026

THE SACRED/HOLY WEEK

“He walked back to his obi to await Ojiugo's return. And when she returned he beat her very heavily. In his anger he had forgotten that it was the Week of Peace. His first two wives ran out in great alarm pleading with him that it was the sacred week.

But Okonkwo was not the man to stop beating somebody half-way through, not even for fear of a goddess.

Okonkwo's neighbours heard his wife crying and sent their voices over the compound walls to ask what was the matter. Some of them came over to see for themselves. It was unheard of to beat somebody during the sacred week.

Before it was dusk Ezeani, who was the priest of the earth goddess, Ani, called on Okonkwo in his obi. Okonkwo brought out kola nut and placed it before the priest,

"Take away your kola nut. I shall not eat in the house of a man who has no respect for our gods and ancestors." Okonkwo tried to explain to him what his wife had done, but Ezeani seemed to pay no attention. He held a short staff in his hand which he brought down on the floor to emphasize his points.

"Listen to me," he said when Okonkwo had spoken. "You are not a stranger in Umuofia. You know as well as I do that our forefathers ordained that before we plant any crops in the earth we should observe a week in which a man does not say a harsh word to his neighbour. We live in peace with our fellows to honour our great goddess of the earth without whose blessing our crops will not grow. You have committed a great evil." He brought down his staff heavily on the floor. "Your wife was at fault, but even if you came into your obi and found her lover on top of her, you would still have committed a great evil to beat her." His staff came down again. "The evil you have done can ruin the whole clan. The earth goddess whom you have insulted may refuse to give us her increase, and we shall all perish." His tone now changed from anger to command. "You will bring to the shrine of Ani tomorrow one she-goat, one hen, a length of cloth and a hundred cowries." He rose and left the hut. (Culled from Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart, Chapter 4).

That ancestral wisdom is striking.
Imagine how profoundly beautiful our Christian practice would be if traditions like the Igbo Sacred Week had been integrated into the celebration of the coming Holy Week, beginning on Palm Sunday 29th March, 2026.

Imagine a Christianity that consciously builds upon the moral values already present in our cultures: values of peace, restraint, community, reverence, and respect for the sacred.

It is not too late to do the right thing.
Culture should be pruned, not uprooted.
What is noble in our heritage can still enrich our faith.

As Holy Week approaches, let us, Christians, brothers, sisters, return to a kind of “factory setting” of the soul. Let us bury the habits that fight against love of God, love of neighbour, and love of self. Let us lay down anger, harshness, bitterness, and every small violence of the heart.
So that, when Easter dawns, we may rise with joy into the fullness of the celebration.

NB: Wrlitten in memory of Chinua Achebe who passed on this day 21st March 2013.

Fada Angelo Chidi Unegbu

19/03/2026