You asked him N7,000, and your dad told you he will give you in the morning before he leaves for work. This was after he had thoroughly scrutinized what you needed the money for, all the questions he asked were already making you angry.

Throughout the night your dad couldn't sleep because he was thinking as to why he must sacrifice his last N7,000 for you

In the morning he calls you into his room and gives you N6,000 instead of N7,000

You were not happy and squeezed your face in discontent, and reluctantly said thank you after complaining that it was not all you requested

Your mum after seeing this does not utter a word but meets you in your room where your dad is not present and gives you N1,000 from her own money and say "DON'T MIND HIM" add this to meet your needs.

You began to smile and quickly run to Facebook, Instagram, and Whatsapp to write.

I have the best mom in the world , I love you mom

Now your dad has gone out with just N500 in his pocket with no fuel in his car. Because of you he used public transport that day to work. He gives your mum N500 to enable her handle emergency while he is away.

At work, he worked overtime. After closing late, everyone of you keeps saying "daddy is never always around except mum".

Your good dad will never allow you to see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN

Always try to appreciate your dad your husband and brothers. It's not easy at all. They go through a lot to provide Food, shelter and so on for the family.

You won't know how much a male gender suffers just to provide the little you downgrade, some have to starve themselves just for you.

May God Almighty bless our FATHERS in what ever thing they find themselves doing
AMEN ?

*Introduction:*

*Ancient people* recognized the *Rainbow* as a sign of peace and of harmony . The ancient Hebrews recognized it as a sign given by the Creator that he wants all living things to live and to flourish in peace and harmony; all clans, all tribes, all colors, all faiths, all nations. That between us there should be no division but mutual respect and appreciation 👏🏻 of one another's gifts as well as of our differences. In this way we enrich one another by reflecting to one another the beauty and magnificence of the Creator....

"When the Rainbow appears in the clouds I will remember the everlasting promise
between me and all living beings on Earth ."

💁🏻‍♀️ Once upon a time, all the colors in the world started to quarrel; each claimed that they were the best 🫶, the most important , the most useful 🫴, or the most favorite .

*Green * said, "Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and hope. I was chosen for the grass , the trees and the leaves . Without me all the animals would die. Look out into the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."

*Blue * interrupted, "You only think about the , but consider the sky and the sea . It is the Water that is the basis of life and this is drawn up by the clouds from the blue sea. The sky gives space, and peace and serenity. Without my peace you would all be nothing but busybodies."

*Yellow * chuckled: "You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety and warmth into the . The is yellow, the is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun ."

*Orange * next started to blow its own trumpet, "I am the color of health and strength . I may be scarce but I am precious because I serve the inner needs of human life . I carry all the important vitamins. Think of the carrots, the pumpkins and the oranges . I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise , or give you a majestic , to admire, my beauty is so striking that no one ever gives another thought to any of you!"

*Red * could stand it no longer. Red shouted out, "I'm the ruler of you all. Blood, life's blood. I am the color of danger and bravery . I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire in the blood. Without me the would be as empty as the moon . I am the color of passion and of , the red , the poinsettia
and the poppy."

*Purple 🩷* rose up to its full height. He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power . Kings🫅🏻, chiefs and bishops have chosen me, for I am the sign of authority and of wisdom. People do not question me. They listen and obey."

*Indigo * spoke more quietly than the others, but just as determinedly. "Think of me , I am the color of silence . You hardly notice me but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep waters You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer 🙇🏻‍♀️and inner peace."

And so all the colors went on boasting, each convinced that they were the best. Their quarrelling grew louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flashof brilliant white lightning; thunder rolled and boomed out. The suddenly Rain
started to pour down relentlessly. The colors all crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

*Then Rain spoke:* "You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the other. Did you not know that the Creator made you all, each for a special purpose, unique and different. The Creator loves you all, he wants you all. Join hands with one another and come with me. He will stretch you across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that He loves you all, that you can live together in peace , a promise that he is with you, a sign of hope for all for tomorrow ."

So whenever He uses a good Rain to wash the world He puts the Rainbow in the sky, and when we see it we should remember that He wants us all to appreciate 👏🏻, and live with, each other in peace and not try to fight and dominate 🤜🏻 everyone.

Original ✍🏻 Author unknown.

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As you are sleeping good dreams to you with as smile

WHY AFRICANS PRAY MORE THAN THE REST OF THE WORLD IS BECAUSE IN AFRICA, GOD DOES THE JOB OF THE GOVERNMENT!

1. ELECTRICITY
AFRICA:
“Oh Lord, let there be light! Even if it’s for 2 hours!”
EUROPE:
“This LED bulb is too yellow, I’m returning it.”
TRUTH:
In Africa, power supply is a prayer point.
In Europe, it’s a basic right.

2. WATER SUPPLY
AFRICA:
“God, let it rain so we can fetch water!”
EUROPE:
“My shower is too cold. Fix it or I sue!”
TRUTH:
In Europe, taps flow.
In Africa, faith flows.

3. JOBS & EMPLOYMENT
AFRICA:
“Jehovah, bless me with any job. Even volunteer, I’ll manage!”
EUROPE:
“I’m rejecting that role. The salary doesn’t reflect my worth.”
TRUTH:
In Africa, unemployment is a fasting topic.
In Europe, it’s a policy issue.

4. SECURITY
AFRICA:
“Father, may no stray bullet locate me today!”
EUROPE:
“There’s a suspicious sound outside, police arrived in 4 mins.”
TRUTH:
There, safety is law.
Here, safety is prayer and luck.

5. ROADS & INFRASTRUCTURE
AFRICA:
“Lord, don’t let this pothole swallow my destiny.”
EUROPE:
“This small crack on the road is unacceptable!”
TRUTH:
In Africa, a smooth road is a testimony.
In Europe, it’s standard.

6. HEALTHCARE
AFRICA:
“Jesus, let the injection work, and not the side effect!”
EUROPE:
“Therapist booked. Medication free. Follow-up scheduled.”
TRUTH:
One gets healthcare from government.
The other gets hope from prayer warriors.

7. EDUCATION
AFRICA:
“God, let WAEC release results with mercy I sowed a seed !”
EUROPE:
“Government paid for my Master’s. I got a scholarship too.”
TRUTH:
There, education is an investment.
Here, it’s a miracle.

8. PENSION & RETIREMENT 👴🏽
AFRICA:
“Jehovah, don’t let my pension be swallowed by corruption!”
EUROPE:
“I retired. Government sends monthly check.”
REALITY:
Here, retirement is fear and fasting.
There, it’s relaxation and benefits.

9. VISA REQUEST
AFRICA:
“Oh Lord, break every generational curse stopping this UK visa!”
EUROPE:
“I need a break. Might fly to Ghana for the weekend.”
REALITY:
In Africa, travelling = fasting, faith, and fire oil.
In Europe, travelling = booking.com and a suitcase.

BUT HERE’S THE REAL PROBLEM…

High death rates

Joblessness

Poor security

Land battles turning spiritual

Sick people dying at church crusades instead of hospitals

…because African leaders ENJOY it when you dump your problems on an imported god instead of holding them accountable!

Why should they build hospitals when you'll run to prayer camps? By his stripes you're healed right?
Why fix the road when your busy praying for travelling mercy on a deadly road?
Why create jobs when your faith says “God will provide”?

They know you won’t protest. You’ll just pray.
And that’s how they win.

AFRICANS WILL RAISE MILLIONS TO BUILD A CATHEDRAL……but won’t donate a dime to upgrade the clinic where their own mothers give birth on rusted beds with no gloves.

We’ll buy:

Imported church instruments

HD projectors

Shiny marble altars

Designer suits for “Papa”

And bulletproof cars for “Daddy G.O”

Meanwhile, the local hospital:

Has no electricity

No running water

One nurse doing the work of five

And a doctor using a torchlight to deliver babies.

AND HERE’S THE PLOT TWIST:
The pastor you’re funding for “God’s work” won’t even treat malaria in that same country.

When he's sick?
Private jet to Europe.
When you're sick?
Pray. Fast. Sow a seed. Hope the hospital has Panadol.

FINAL THOUGHT:
God is NOT your governor.
Angels are NOT civil engineers.
Your miracle is called good governance.

Stop calling on jesus/allah about things your local government chairman should’ve done.

This is why most religious Africans tend to be less or non-religious

I will never forgive 2go, why should I? How? Not after what 2go did to me.

I was 19 years old then, using 2go like others. I had connected with one Presh452. Peeping through my Nokia 2626, I could see a beautiful DP. Yes, I like fine fine ihe rị mma. Who no like better thing? Ị na-alụ nwaanyị jọrọ njọ a ga-ebere gị ya ego?

The connection began from chatting to exchange of phone number. Then, night calls. Then, midnight by 12:00 AM to 5:00AM you'd call and speak with anyone free of charge. When that country was still called Nigeria before it turned to Bongo.

Awwww. Midnight, innocent calls — innocent conversation — innocent "I love you...I love you too" raining like a heavy downpour in Mbanefo Hostel. Boys were calling their sweethearts, feeling loved and to be loved. Then I would be in the reading room, Presh452 would call. She's no longer Presh452 but Precious.

When the call enters, I'd leave my books to speak with Pre Pre. Awww. Love Nwantịntị. Precious is a beautiful girl. Queen of Persia. Bianca is learning beauty from her. Precious is as beautiful as the Arab Queens. In fact, through 2go, she sent me beautiful pictures.

"This is you?"

She'd say yes.

Awwww. Her beauty has turned into a butterfly, flying inside my stomach, getting out through my oesophagus, connecting to my alimentary canal. Oh, canal man cannot understand the things of the spirit.

"I can't wait to see you in Aba," my sweet Precious would say.

"I can't wait to see you too," a lost Ọnụkwube would reply.

Midnight calls back to back. Precious had told me number of children she wanted. She was going for 6, I needed just 2. In fact, if possible, 1. But 2 is okay. She didn't want 2 children, after all her father was so rich and had properties in Aba with a fleet of car. In fact, her elder brother was in Europe where he was a billionaire in Euros. So, money no be problem. "Let's have 6 children, my family are rich."

Everything was on her head. I wasn't thinking of any children. She was already planning 6 kids. With who? But you know, when the butterfy flaps its wings in your stomach, you seem to forget some yarning of dust, and dwell on the flow. The flow was flowing.

However, I had gone to the University of Port Harcourt to meet with Professor Nọlue Emenanjọ. Even though I was quite young, I had started meeting professors earlier — traveling to different universities just to meet those men I had read from books. I connected with them on personal level.

The idea was, after going to Uniport, I would branch in Aba to meet my first lady. The most beautiful woman on earth, 2go gave me. We had planned going to cinema together, eat at expensive restaurant, discuss about the future and our love life. So sweet!

She would send me more pictures.

"Are these your pictures?"

"Yes."

Chai. The girl had a pot of beauty broken on her head, and beauty drenched her body, wet it like a fowl beaten by rain. Why can't Precious compete as Miss Universe?

I had left Port Harcourt on Thursday morning. I first left Chọba for Rumuola by Aba Road. Then, Obigbo was still manageable. I plied the road by jumping on ndị Aka n'elu motor. Through Port Harcourt Road, we got to Aba.

She asked me to wait for her at Tonimas. Even though I had to meet her, I was a confirm guy man to stay at the opposite direction and observe my environment unto security-wise.

I stayed behind a parked bus to place a call, someone picked, and was approaching me.

"I am here."

"No. You are not here. I am not seeing you."

"Look at me, I am here."

Mbanụnụ.

Something was standing before me quite alright, but the thing was not a human being. Not my Precious whom I had spent my sleepless nights calling on nightcall. It cannot be my princess, my asampetecious asampete whose beauty was mesmerizing Ọbama then.

I don't want to abuse what God has created. But it seems that after God was done creating some people, they recreated themselves against God's image. Because, how can someone's eyes be bigger than ikwiikwii? Her eyes socketed inside like that of a mọnkey. Imi pịahụ ya ka imi enwe. The sponge okpu n'isi was like that of a mad woman in Eke Imeọha. Her teeth stood erect like amụ ịnyịnya.

Ọnụkwube ntọọọ. Ị chụgburu onwe gị na nwaanyị. Why do bad things keep happening to good people? My mates were using 2go and connecting with ụmụnwa, why did my own 2go connect with kpalakwukwu? Other people's snares hunted living things, mine caught non-living things.

I took a deep breath. Then asked like a conquered wrestler, "are you Precious?"

She said yes, without remorse. She wasn't even remorseful that she sold me adaka in place of enwe. I was praying, kabbashing so that people who knew me wouldn't see me with this kind of usungu. The kind akpoola she wore was sounding on the ground "ma i kelere m, ma i keleghị m, I don't care."

I had made a promise, I must fullfil it. I had promised we would go on date at Crunches located then at Ikot Ekpene Road. But, how would I be looking at this person's face? Impossible. I am not hungry. Even if I am, I'll not eat. You cannot ponzi me and expect me to be happy. Elu na ala ekwela ngwere gbaa ajị.

As we were walking, she was doing the talking, and replying herself. Me Wey be vibe turned deaf. Ogbi. She was ranting how rich her father was. How rich her brother was. Shouting as if I was Buubu who had ear problems and Ee Pee See spend billions to treat it.

Keke was coming with speed, this girl was walking like her father owned the road. The Keke almost hit her, I quickly held her backward before ikuku kẹkẹ eburu ya. I practically saved her from being crushed by the Keke.

Guess what she did?

She went to fight the Keke man. Hitting her open palm on her mouth. "Wuuuuuuuuuuu. If you try me, you will sleep in cell. I.d.i.ot, do you know who my father is?"

I was a gentleman to the core. I was pleading with the Keke man to forgive. I saw what happened. She was at fault. Everyone in the Keke was telling her she was at fault. Aunty was busy insulting them.

The Keke man wasn't responding to her but just looking at me with a pity.

"Fine boy like you, kee ihe i ji udele a eme? See the kind thing you dey Waka for road with."

Na wetin man do man.

You cannot win Aba men with bad mouth. The man was pitying me. I was trying to manage the fact that I was lied to, the same person was embarrassing herself. What was remaining was to remove her clothes and fight. So, na onye ara I came to Aba to see? 2go— tọnda faya you!

No problem. What I would do was on my mind. We got to the restaurant. I asked her to order. She placed her order. I refused to order anything. I lost appetite. What if I eat anything, someone who knows me walks in. My mama fit disown me. I cannot.

Eventually, we stepped out of the restaurant. She was telling me how her father locked her teacher for one week because the teacher punished her in school.

She was saying those things..

Guess what I did?

I took her by surprise and ran to the other side of the road, with the back of my legs touching back of my ears. Then, I jumped into Keke like a thief a na-achụ ọsọ.

"Peace Park, Peace Park!"

"Ọga na #100," the Keke man said, delaying me.

"Go! Go! I will give you 200 naira. Just go."

The Keke guy moved, the girl crossed the road, pursuing me and Keke. She had long leg oo. Chasing us oo! Thank God there was no traffic.

I got to Peace Mark, paid the Keke guy 200 naira. Big money those days. I bought my ticket and bought a newspaper I used to cover the other side — reading newspaper I didn't budget for — in case my Aba Precious abata.

The vehicle quickly filled up, we drove to Nsụka.

When I got to Nsụka, she texted me:

"Because I am not beautiful, that's why you treated me like that..."

I replied: "since you are not proud of yourself— then you were sending me other people's pictures as yours — why should I be proud of you?"

She paused, I paused, 2go paused; all of us paused!