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Can this even be possible? 3 husbands in 5 years. You sef you dey greedy as you listened to your friends. Don't worry your fourth hubby fit use you do ritual make u kukuma rest.Can this even be possible? 3 husbands in 5 years. You sef you dey greedy as you listened to your friends. Don't worry your fourth hubby fit use you do ritual make u kukuma rest.
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There's nothing in this world that doesn't trace itself to the Word of God. As such we know that the things which are seen were made from the unseen.
By accepting the life of Christ, my spirit received the breath of God. Which is the life giving spirit which gave me life by its entrance into my being.There's nothing in this world that doesn't trace itself to the Word of God. As such we know that the things which are seen were made from the unseen. By accepting the life of Christ, my spirit received the breath of God. Which is the life giving spirit which gave me life by its entrance into my being.0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 119 Views -
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If as an online minister of God you count the success of your online ministry by the number of engagements you get on every of your posts you have failed.
God did not send you to make you famous... He sent you to speak life into one lost soul who may not even engage your post.
Just keep posting God who sent you is keeping tab of your efforts and will certainly reward you in due season.If as an online minister of God you count the success of your online ministry by the number of engagements you get on every of your posts you have failed. God did not send you to make you famous... He sent you to speak life into one lost soul who may not even engage your post. Just keep posting God who sent you is keeping tab of your efforts and will certainly reward you in due season.0 Commentarii 3 Distribuiri 194 Views1
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A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 1
Grace wiped her hands on her apron, the scent of fried plantains still lingering in the air. The kitchen was warm, the way her husband, Michael, liked it. Eighteen years of marriage had taught her that—just like she knew he preferred his tea with two sugars and a splash of milk. Little things. The kind of things that should have bound them closer, but instead, they had become silent reminders of the distance between them.
She glanced at the clock. 8:47 PM. Michael was late again.
Not that it was unusual. His construction business had been demanding more of his time lately, and Grace understood. At least, she told herself she did. But understanding didn’t stop the loneliness from creeping in, didn’t stop the quiet resentment from settling in her chest like a stone.
The front door clicked open, and Michael’s heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway.
"You’re late," Grace said, not looking up as she arranged his plate on the table.
"Traffic," he mumbled, loosening his tie.
She wanted to say more. Wanted to ask why he hadn’t called, why he hadn’t texted. But the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she watched as he sat down, his eyes fixed on his phone, fingers scrolling mindlessly.
"The food’s getting cold," she said softly.
Michael grunted in response, finally setting his phone aside. He took a bite, chewing slowly, his mind clearly somewhere else.
Grace sat across from him, picking at her own food. The silence between them was thick, suffocating. It hadn’t always been like this. Once, they used to talk for hours—about dreams, about their daughter, Sarah, about everything and nothing. Now, it felt like they were two strangers sharing a meal out of obligation.
"You forgot to pay the electricity bill," Grace said, breaking the silence.
Michael frowned. "I thought you handled that."
"I did last month. You said you’d take care of it this time."
A sigh. "Grace, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. You couldn’t just remind me?"
Her grip tightened around her fork. "I shouldn’t have to remind you, Michael. This is your house too."
He rubbed his temples, exhaustion lining his face. "Can we not do this tonight? I’m tired."
Tears pricked at the corners of Grace’s eyes, but she blinked them away. This was how it always went. A small issue, a minor misunderstanding, and instead of fixing it, they let it fester. Like cracks in a wall, ignored until the whole structure threatened to collapse.
She wanted to scream. Wanted to shake him and say, "We’re slipping away! Don’t you see it?" But she didn’t. Because maybe he didn’t see it. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough to try.
Instead, she stood, taking her plate to the sink. "I’m going to bed," she whispered.
Michael didn’t respond.
Upstairs, Grace sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her wedding photo on the nightstand. They looked so happy then. So, in love. Where had they gone wrong?
Was it the long hours at work? The missed anniversaries? The way they stopped holding hands in public. Or was it the slow, painful erosion of communication—the assumption that love alone would carry them through, even when they stopped trying?
She picked up her phone, scrolling absently until she saw a notification from Pastor Gideon’s weekly sermon: "God’s Plan for Your Marriage."
Her finger hovered over the link. Maybe… maybe he had answers. Maybe he could help her understand why her marriage felt like it was crumbling over things that should have been so easy to fix.
With a deep breath, she clicked on it.
Little did she know that one click would change everything.
TO BE CONTINUED...A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 1 Grace wiped her hands on her apron, the scent of fried plantains still lingering in the air. The kitchen was warm, the way her husband, Michael, liked it. Eighteen years of marriage had taught her that—just like she knew he preferred his tea with two sugars and a splash of milk. Little things. The kind of things that should have bound them closer, but instead, they had become silent reminders of the distance between them. She glanced at the clock. 8:47 PM. Michael was late again. Not that it was unusual. His construction business had been demanding more of his time lately, and Grace understood. At least, she told herself she did. But understanding didn’t stop the loneliness from creeping in, didn’t stop the quiet resentment from settling in her chest like a stone. The front door clicked open, and Michael’s heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. "You’re late," Grace said, not looking up as she arranged his plate on the table. "Traffic," he mumbled, loosening his tie. She wanted to say more. Wanted to ask why he hadn’t called, why he hadn’t texted. But the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she watched as he sat down, his eyes fixed on his phone, fingers scrolling mindlessly. "The food’s getting cold," she said softly. Michael grunted in response, finally setting his phone aside. He took a bite, chewing slowly, his mind clearly somewhere else. Grace sat across from him, picking at her own food. The silence between them was thick, suffocating. It hadn’t always been like this. Once, they used to talk for hours—about dreams, about their daughter, Sarah, about everything and nothing. Now, it felt like they were two strangers sharing a meal out of obligation. "You forgot to pay the electricity bill," Grace said, breaking the silence. Michael frowned. "I thought you handled that." "I did last month. You said you’d take care of it this time." A sigh. "Grace, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. You couldn’t just remind me?" Her grip tightened around her fork. "I shouldn’t have to remind you, Michael. This is your house too." He rubbed his temples, exhaustion lining his face. "Can we not do this tonight? I’m tired." Tears pricked at the corners of Grace’s eyes, but she blinked them away. This was how it always went. A small issue, a minor misunderstanding, and instead of fixing it, they let it fester. Like cracks in a wall, ignored until the whole structure threatened to collapse. She wanted to scream. Wanted to shake him and say, "We’re slipping away! Don’t you see it?" But she didn’t. Because maybe he didn’t see it. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough to try. Instead, she stood, taking her plate to the sink. "I’m going to bed," she whispered. Michael didn’t respond. Upstairs, Grace sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her wedding photo on the nightstand. They looked so happy then. So, in love. Where had they gone wrong? Was it the long hours at work? The missed anniversaries? The way they stopped holding hands in public. Or was it the slow, painful erosion of communication—the assumption that love alone would carry them through, even when they stopped trying? She picked up her phone, scrolling absently until she saw a notification from Pastor Gideon’s weekly sermon: "God’s Plan for Your Marriage." Her finger hovered over the link. Maybe… maybe he had answers. Maybe he could help her understand why her marriage felt like it was crumbling over things that should have been so easy to fix. With a deep breath, she clicked on it. Little did she know that one click would change everything. TO BE CONTINUED...
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VACANCY! VACANCY!! VACANCY 1. Secretary
Requirements:
• Excellent typing speed and accuracy (minimum 50
Words per Min).
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• Strong organizational and multitasking skills.
• Great communication and interpersonal abilities.
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• He/She must have completed SSCE, OND, HND OR BSC.
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Salary:
N50,000 Monthly
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Send your CV & Cover Letter in PDF to:
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using job title as subject to the mail.VACANCY! VACANCY!! VACANCY 1. Secretary Requirements: • Excellent typing speed and accuracy (minimum 50 Words per Min). • Proficient in Microsoft Office Suite and other relevant software. • Strong organizational and multitasking skills. • Great communication and interpersonal abilities. • If you are a proactive and detail-oriented individual with strong typing skills, we encourage you to apply! • He/She must have completed SSCE, OND, HND OR BSC. • Have at least 3 years’ experience in the role. Salary 80,000-100,000 2. Makeup Artist Assistant Location: Kubwa, Abuja Employment type: Full time Requirements: • Must live in Kubwa and environs • Must be responsible and quick to learn • Must be punctual and well mannered. More Requirements: • Must be proactive • Must be willing to work at any give time • Must be a team player Salary: N50,000 Monthly Jobs outside the studio will be paid commission Send your CV & Cover Letter in PDF to: [email protected] using job title as subject to the mail.0 Commentarii 1 Distribuiri 179 Views1
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