I'm so in love with this topic as this is the definition of my life - Doing things or rendering my services to other people without expecting (orrefusing) anything in return.
As my dear friend 
However, on a larger scope, it could encapsulate your activities in distinctly touching the lives of people around you.
Like I said earlier, this is what defines me.
I've volunteered to help out weddings, birthday parties, outreaches to children, teenagers, youths, the elderly; the list is endless and it's something that I will continue to do without looking back.
Many years ago, a lot of missionaries risked their lives to bring bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to Africa, particularly Nigeria. They also brought education to us and many of them even died in the process. Some died of malaria which had no cure at the time.
We are all products of the labour of love of other people. The doctors and nurses who volunteerd at the hospital where we were born and in whose arms we were born, the stranger who helped drop us of at our homes late at night when there was no single vehicle without taking a dime and much more.
Photo of my friend ministering to inmates in the outer prison yard (I'm the woman behind the camera)
Today, I had the opportunity to visit the Prison with sister and friend. She came to see her brothers who were wrongfully accused and jailed for a crime they knew nothing about.
We were well prepared as we were not just planning to see her brothers alone but other inmates and share the Word of God with them, give them copies of the Rhapsody Of Realities daily devotional and words of hope and encouragement.
It was one of the best outreaches we had. We brought hope to those inmates who lived daily in torment, frustration, prayed to remain alive to see the next day and a lot if them who kept hoping to come out of there someday before they die.
Before we went to see the prison inmates, we were searched thoroughly and had to tip a lot of officials in order to get in.
I saw their sufferings bur trued my best to hold back their tears so I didn't appear weak to those I wanted to strengthen though my friend couldn't hold hers back.
A lot of the inmates were scattered inside the prison yard, begging for money to get food and water, begging for clothes to put on, some of them were even being serxually molested by their fellow inmates who had no control over their burning desires haven been there for years), begging for us to pray for them to come out of there as we gave them copies of the Rhapsody of Realities and some change.
It was worth being there and doing it and I won't think twice about going there again and this time, to reach out to more of them.
Be the answer to someone's cries today.
Till next time, keep loving...
This is my response to the weekly Hive Learners Engagement Prompt
