My mom shared a story of how she entered a bus one day on her way to a particular city here in Nigeria to purchase materials for her business.

Immediately the vehicle took off,she started to feel uncomfortable. Her spirit became restless and she started feeling that something bad was going to happen.

So she began to pray in her spirit. You know when the holy spirit begins to bear witness within you that there is an operation of the kingdom of darkness within an environment.

As she continued to pray silently,she began to see the spirit of death hovering around their vehicle.

So she began to pray more seriously. One of the advantages we have as children of God is spiritual sensitivity. We can decode when an atmosphere is not just right. We can feel it.

She began to talk to God. She told God that because she was in that vehicle,she is cancelling that projection of death no matter who they sent it to. She and other innocent souls will not dìe because of one person carrying a projection of car accident.

Hmmmmm

Not long after that,the driver of the vehicle pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He told them to excuse him while he eased himself. Of course the passengers allowed.

10 minutes went by, driver did not return.

Passengers started to murmur. Didn't he know that they had appointments and deadlines to meet?

Did this man not know that they were working with time?

20 minutes. No sign of driver.

Haaaaaaa! Everybody started to come down from the vehicle to look for him.

Just at the side of the vehicle close to the boot was the driver.

Standing still. Not moving.

Passengers started calling him to come and move the vehicle because they were running out of time. Driver wasn't moving. Just standing where he was. Still like a statue.

Hmmmm

One of the passengers then walked up to him in anger thinking that he was deliberately ignoring them and touched him. The driver just dropped down on the ground. Dead.

People started to scream and shout and all of that. Mom said she couldn't even move.

She was just there wondering.

What would have happened if this driver had died on the steering wheel????

Imagine how many people that he would have taken with him?

Kai!
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We really need to take our spiritual life serious, your level of spirituality determines your closeness with God.

I want you to know that God has already made provision for you and I in every situation we may find ourselves. But the issue is are not keyed into the realm He wants us to be, before we can be able to access all His promises and provisions for us.

God loves you and I want you to know that God is doing everything, just to be close to you. God wants us to have a relationship with Him. And this relationship is an intimate one. God wants you and I to have an intimate relationship with Him.

But we can only achieve all these by, building our spiritual lives through nurturing of the inner man. We need the leading of the holy Spirit through the inward witness (inner man)

God bless you all as you read and work on this Words of mine . Amen

The Cockroach Theory

The cockroach theory for self-development

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

She started screaming out of fear.

With a panic-stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.

Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.

The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but ...it landed on another lady in the group.

Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.

The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.

In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.

The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behaviour of the cockroach on his shirt.

When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behaviour?

If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?

He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of those people to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach, that disturbed the ladies.

I realized that it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it's my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It's not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it's my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.

Lessons learnt from the story:

I understood I should not react in life.

I should always respond.

The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.

Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of.

A beautiful way to understand

LIFE.

The HAPPY person is not because Everything is RIGHT in his Life.

He is HAPPY because his Attitude towards Everything in his Life is Right!

Elara's Journey of Transformation

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#Story

In the quaint village of Eldergrove, nestled on the edge of an ancient forest, lived a young girl named Elara. Orphaned at a tender age, she grew up under the care of her elderly grandmother.

They lived in a small, rundown cottage, where Elara spent her days helping with chores and dreaming of a different life. Though her clothes were tattered and her shoes barely held together, Elara possessed a heart full of kindness and a spirit that refused to be subdued.

One particularly lonely evening, as Elara sat by the crumbling hearth, tracing the patterns in the fire with her eyes, she noticed something peculiar. A soft, golden light emerged from the shadows of the room, growing brighter and more encompassing.

To her astonishment, the light took the shape of a woman, majestic and ethereal. "Do not be afraid," the woman said in a voice like gentle music. "I am Lira, the Guardian of Wishes, and I have been drawn here by your pure heart."

Elara, though surprised, felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and comfort in the presence of the guardian. "What do you seek?" Lira asked softly.

Flustered, Elara replied, "I only wish for my grandmother's well-being and a chance to leave this village to see the world."

Lira smiled, and with a wave of her hand, a shimmering dust enveloped Elara. In a moment, her worn-out garments transformed into a gown of delicate blues and silvers, so finely crafted it seemed woven from the moonlight itself.

Her old shoes became elegant slippers, and around her neck appeared a necklace with a gem that glowed with an inner light.

When Elara looked in the small, cracked mirror by the hearth, she barely recognized the reflection staring back. Gone was the poor village girl, replaced by a visage worthy of royalty.

"With this new form, doors will open for you, Elara," Lira said. "But remember, it is your heart that defines you, not your appearance."

With tears of gratitude, Elara thanked Lira, who vanished as suddenly as she had appeared. Armed with newfound confidence, Elara set off to explore the world.

Her journey took her to kingdoms far and wide, where she touched lives with her kindness and wisdom. Tales of the mysterious princess spread, inspiring hope and kindness wherever she went.

And though she traveled far, Elara never forgot her humble beginnings, often returning to Eldergrove to share her fortune and joy with her beloved grandmother.

In the end, Elara realized that her true transformation had nothing to do with her appearance but rather the courage to dream and the will to act on those dreams.

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Years ago my friend and I were passing through a bush path when we ran into a graveyard located in the thick dry bush.

My friend halted and looked at the grave. He was the one who called my attention to it.

"Praises, see grave o. See people's graves."

I looked in the direction he was pointing at and found a line of tombs. I counted the tombs and found 16 tombs which meant, there were 16 buried bodies there.

"Collins there are 16 bodies there."

"Yes, and this bodies belong to just one family."

He walked to the Tombs and began to read the names out loud.

"Jessica Ibinayo. Titus Ibinayo 1935 to 1999. Yemide Ibinayo 2007 to 2015."

He turned to me and said.

"Praises, all the names are Ibinayo. They belong to one family. 16 Tombs."

"It should be a family land and the family decided to bury their dead here. Let us go."

He nodded his head brought out his smartphone and stretched towards me.

"Take me a picture first. I have never snapped close to a graveyard before."

"Why should I take you a picture at where a family buried their loved ones? I can't."

"Fear fear. Just take me a picture. I want to keep it. Let me snap at a cemetery. I have always wanted to snap when I see one."

I knew my friend very well. He was a very crazy fellow who loved adventure and loved to explore and try out new things. Even the scariest of things people fear were seen as games and just fun to him.

I stepped back and attempted to walk away.

"If you are not coming I will leave you."

Instantly, he flipped his camera, laughed, and climbed one of the tombs. He made a crying face and took a picture. He sat down made a funny look with his face and brought out his tongue. He stood in front of the tomb, such that he captured himself and the tombs and took pictures.

At this point was tired of waiting for him and began to walk away. When I turned back J saw him running after me and swiping through his phone.

This was why I shared this story.

That night my friend slept and in his dream, he saw himself sitting down with 16 dead people in his room. 10 of these dead persons had old grey hair and rotten skin. Some had torn clothes and were barefooted. Three of the dead persons were children. And three looked young.

My friend told me that he saw himself with a phone, taking a selfie with them in the dream and snapping each of them. He woke up from his dream and discovered he had urinated on his bed and his room had a weird smell.

When he called to tell me I advised him to pray. I told him he had attracted the spirit of the dead towards him. And the sixteen tombs he snapped on his phone, were him taking pictures with spirits. I asked him to delete the pictures and come see me so we could visit the Tombs and make a proper apology to the spirits.

My friend had something to do that day. He told me he was going to the bank first, and after there he would visit his grandmother. He said he was going to come the following day.

That was the last time I saw my friend. He got hit by a car on his way out of the bank, and he died instantly.

His dream came to pass.

He was a part of the family of the dead and had taken pictures with them.

Sometimes our actions or inactions can lead to serious consequences that may cost us our lives or bring us everlasting regret.

News

SaharaReporters had on Friday exclusively reported that top military officers are jostling for Lagbaja’s position following his current undisclosed health condition.


The Nigerian Army has confirmed SaharaReporters’ story that the Chief of Army Staff (COAS), Lt Gen Taoreed Abiodun Lagbaja, is currently on a medical leave abroad where he is receiving treatment for a health issue.

From Two Young kids at La Masía with Big Dreams to attending The Ballon d’Or Gala Night Together.. 🥹

Lamine Yamal & Pau Cubarsí were Both literally Born in 2007 and are Now Creating History..

▶ 17 Year old - Lamine Yamal is The Youngest Player Ever to PLAY & WIN The EUROS

▶ 17 Year old - Pau Cubarsí is Spain's YOUNGEST Ever Olympic GOLD Medalist!

▶ 17 Year old - Lamine Yamal had a DREAM #EURO2024 - He Won Best Young Player of the Tournament award, Scored in The Semis & Assisted in The Final

▶ 17 Year old - Pau Cubarsí was Rock Soild for Spain in The 2024 Paris Olympics

Both are Made in Barcelona.
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MY WIFE HAS W@RNED ME TO REDUCE THE WAY I TOUCH YANSH IN MY SKITS AND MOVIES - NOSA REX

" This is quite funny, actually.. My wife don talk tire.. I always try to calm her down and explain that it's just acting but she isn't buying my story.. Hahaha, it got to a point where she would follow me to my production location and make sure it's only acting and I'm not doing more than that. We use it to make fun of each other, lol. But I no go l!e, big yansh fit make me cr@ze so i go try my best to dey avoid am. That is if I will be able to, hahaha"

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The Final Letter*

John's dying wish was to write one last letter to his wife. With trembling hands, he penned, "My love, forever and always." As she read the words, Susan's heart broke, knowing their love story was ending.

History of the cafe
“Familia”, a name reflecting a warm family atmosphere, was chosen for a reason. The couple worked in large cafes in Israel, where they worked with workers from Mexico and Brazil. It was their colleagues who gave them the nickname “family,” which inspired the couple to choose the name for their establishment.

Exactly this day, 7 years ago, I release these pre-wedding photos that broke the Internet.

Getting married as youth corpers wasn't the reason for the viral effect. It was the love story within.

See my story:

It's Official:

We gained admission same year into the same school - FUTO. As God would have it, we found ourselves in the same campus fellowship - CASOR.

We did our Internship in the same company in our 400 level. Graduated same year and serving in the same state.

From school mates to friends, to best friends and now lovers. I will be walking down the aisle with my everyday Crush, Besty of life and the woman of my dreams.

So let the countdown begin... #AmaraExcel2017

7 years later, Google Photos shares this memory and I am still crushing on Amarachi Excel-Ajah.

Love is a beautiful thing. You will find yours soon, and your story will be even sweeter.