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Re-Education                                                                    Book Review


































                                                                                         Samuel Phillips

                                                                                        is a writer, graphic designer, photogra-
                                                                                        pher, songwriter, singer and a lover of

          I KEPT MY PROMISE                                                           God. As an Afrikan content creator, he
                                                                                       is passionate about creating a better im-
                                                                                      age and positive narrative about Afrika
                                                                                                           and Afrikans.



                       ords, and how they    and enduring promises can be and   going home with me after school to
                       are used; music,      how beautiful fulfilling them is.  ‘terrorize’ the fruit trees. They had
                       good singing; art,                                       suggested we go to the community
          Wincluding photogra-               A short story behind the book      stream to swim, but I turned down
          phy; road trips; creative thinking are   On the day my dad passed, I made a   the suggestion.
          definitely the things I will easily and   promise that my first book would be
          naturally gravitate towards. They are   dedicated to him. I was fourteen at   When we got home, they went
          some of the few things that capture   the time, and on 21/12/21, almost   behind the house where the huge
          my heart at any moment in time.    twenty-eight years later, I finally ful-  garden was, while I went to enter
                                             filled my promise and I am grateful   the front of the house. As I passed
          For me, publishing this new book   to God for all things.             by the window of my dad’s room
          titled: Like The Days of Noah and                                     towards the front door, I saw him
          Lot, was not just an act of creative   I remember the day he died; 14th of   on his bed, resting. There was this
          writing to express the thoughts I   April, 1994.  I will try to put down   seven days fasting and prayer he
          believe God would have me share    as much as I can recall clearly.   was having with some of his church
          with the world, but a kind of “debt”                                  members. So I guess he needed
          that I owed when I made a prom-    On that fateful day, I had just fin-  some rest. He saw me pass by and
          ise to write the book almost three   ished writing my form four history   left the bed to come and open the
          decades ago. So, even though it is a   exam, and had walked home from   door for me. He opened the front
          book that paints a picture of where   school with two of my friends.   door and I got in. We had a small
          we are globally, both spiritually and   The compound we were living in   talk at the door about my exam. Ap-
          physically, it is much more a book   this small town in Nigeria had lots   parently, he was also preparing tea in
          that tells the story of how powerful   of fruit trees, so my friends loved   the kitchen for the church members



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