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Episode 13: The Dead Don’t Sleep

The village tried to forget.

Tried to move on.

Tried to erase the memory of the boy who went mad, became a god, and died to save them all.
But the ground would not forget.
The mango tree above Ebuka’s grave never bore fruit again.
At night, children whispered of voices beneath the soil.
Dogs barked at nothing.
And every sixth night, red mist crept from the base of the grave and drifted through the village like smoke from a cursed fire.

Mama Ebuka stopped speaking.

She just sat on her wooden chair, staring at the tree, her lips always moving—but making no sound.
Sometimes she would place food near the grave.
Not on top of it.

Next to it.

Like she knew someone—or something—was waiting just beneath.
One day, she placed a palm leaf on the soil and said only three words:
> “I hear you.”
In Lagos, strange things began to happen.
A wealthy businessman slit his throat during a board meeting, screaming “Ebuka has returned!”
A mad woman in Ojuelegba shouted “He walks! He walks!” before throwing herself into traffic.
And then, in the heart of a church vigil… the candles all turned black.

The choir stopped singing.

And one voice—Ebuka’s voice—came from the altar:
> “They buried me… but I wasn’t alone down there.”
Back in the village, the priestess Nwunye Ọnwụ called Mama Ebuka.

> “You did not kill your son,” she said.
“You opened the gate between this world… and something older.”
Mama Ebuka’s hands trembled.
> “What do you mean?”
The priestess held up a mirror—but it did not show their reflection.

It showed Ebuka, alive, walking through a forest of bones, his face calm, his footsteps careful.

He wasn’t in hell.

He wasn’t in heaven.

He was in Ọgbanwe Ala—the land of forgotten spirits.
And someone… something… was guiding him.
The voice returned in Mama Ebuka’s dreams:
> “Mama… I’m coming home.”
But it wasn’t a threat.
It wasn’t even a warning.

It was a promise.

And when she woke up, her door was already open.
The wind carried his scent—burnt palm oil and rain.
And outside, standing beneath the lifeless mango tree, was Ebuka.

Same face. Same voice.

But no shadow.

No heartbeat.
Just eyes that remembered everything.
And behind him, in the forest…
Hundreds of spirits followed silently.
Some were laughing.
Some were crying.
Some were still mad.
> “You see, Mama,” he whispered, smiling.
> “You didn’t just kill me…
You set me free.”

To be continued…

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Artificial intelligence (AI) is one of the most transformative technologies of our time, offering immense potential to revolutionize industries, solve complex problems, and enhance daily life. Its power lies in its ability to analyze vast amounts of data, learn patterns, and make predictions or decisions that improve over time. Here are some key aspects of AI's power:

1. AUTOMATION AND EFFICIENCY
AI can perform repetitive and mundane tasks, freeing up human workers to focus on creative and strategic endeavors.

In industries like manufacturing, AI-powered robots enhance productivity and reduce errors.

2. PERSONALIZATION
AI tailors user experiences in real-time, from personalized recommendations on streaming platforms to customized marketing strategies.

3. DATA-DRIVEN DECISION MAKING
AI excels at processing and analyzing big data, providing insights that inform better decision-making across sectors such as finance, healthcare, and logistics.

4. HEALTHCARE BREAKTHROUGHS
AI assists in diagnosing diseases, developing drugs, and creating personalized treatment plans, improving patient outcomes.

Tools like AI-powered imaging detect illnesses like cancer earlier than traditional methods.


5. NATURAL LANGUAGE PROCESSING (NLP)
AI systems like chatbots, virtual assistants, and language models (e.g., ChatGPT) enable seamless communication between humans and machines.

6. AUTONOMOUS SYSTEMS
Self-driving cars, drones, and robots use AI to navigate and make decisions without human intervention, reshaping industries like transportation and logistics.

7. SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERY
AI accelerates research by simulating experiments, analyzing data, and identifying patterns that lead to new discoveries in fields like climate science and biology.

Challenges and Ethical Considerations

While AI holds incredible promise, it also poses challenges such as:

* Bias in algorithms
* Job displacement
* Privacy concerns
* Ethical dilemmas in decision- making

Harnessing AI responsibly requires robust governance, transparency, and collaboration between governments, organizations, and communities.

What specific aspects of AI are you most interested in exploring?

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*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE*

DATE: WEDNESDAY 11TH JUNE 2025

THEME: *STAND OUT!*

MEMORIZE
John 15:19
If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.

READ
1 John 2:15-17
[15]Do not love or cherish the world or the things that are in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in him.
[16]For all that is in the world–the lust of the flesh [craving for sensual gratification] and the lust of the eyes [greedy longings of the mind] and the pride of life [assurance in one's own resources or in the stability of earthly things]–these do not come from the Father but are from the world [itself].
[17]And the world passes away and disappears, and with it the forbidden cravings (the passionate desires, the lust) of it; but he who does the will of God and carries out His purposes in his life abides (remains) forever.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
*Loving the world is proof of lack of love for the LORD.*

MESSAGE
God did not call us to like the world or to be liked by the world, He called us to be His light to this dark world; and we do that by standing out as godly people.

We are not called to fit into this world but to stand out and stand tall enough to make a difference with our Christ-like lives.

We can not be pleasing to this world no matter how much we seek its validation and approval.

This world hates Jesus Christ our Lord, we should never love the world that killed our Saviour. To love the world is to betray our dear Lord and Saviour.

A world that crucified a perfect man like Jesus Christ will stop at nothing to destroy all who follow the Lord Jesus Christ.

We should, therefore, not be looking for anything else from this world other than to save its lost souls for the LORD.

If you live seeking the acceptance of this world, you will die suffering from the rejection of the world.

God's approval and applause are all you need to win in this life and be graciously accepted and celebrated in the world to come.

The only difference between us and this "sin-infested" world is Jesus Christ in us and the "Christ-lessness" in the world.

Therefore, my beloved, do not seek validation from the world that hated our Lord and Saviour enough to crucify Him.

If the world does not want my Saviour, I do not want the world either. It is strange to love the world that killed our Saviour and Lord and still claim to be following Him...

Who is on the LORD'S SIDE???

STAND OUT NOW!!!

ACTION STEPS
1. Prayerfully meditate on today's devotional guide.
2. Be determined to make a difference by strictly following the ways of the LORD always. Damn any consequences for following the LORD.
3. Fear nothing and no one else if you truly fear the LORD. He is the ultimate in the universe.

REMEMBER
*Loving the world is proof of lack of love for the LORD.*

PRAYERS
Dear heavenly Father, Thank you for today's devotional guide. I receive grace to truly follow you acceptably and faithfully to the end in Jesus' name. Amen.

AUTHOR: JEDIDIAH DAVID

DAILY READING: 2 Chronicles 12-14; Psalms 115-117; Proverbs 14; Matthew 24-25; Revelation 12-14;

HYMN
Arise and follow Me !
Alas, my Lord, I hear Thy word,
But Thee Thyself I can but dimly see ;
Help me to rise and follow Thee.

2
Arise and follow Me !
But I am bound to earth's cold ground
By many a tie : Come, Lord, and set me free,
Then I shall rise and follow Thee.

3
Arise and follow Me !
The way is rough, but 'tis enough
That through my life Thou wilt my
Leader be ;
And I will boldly follow Thee.

4
Arise and follow Me ! [tomb,
In mist and gloom, through tears and
Up golden streets and by the crystal sea,
I shall forever follow Thee,

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Let’s Open Our Eyes!

It took the USA 10 good years to track down and eliminate Osama Bin Laden.

But look at Israel — in just 5 days, they took out:
Iran’s Military Command
Iran’s Navy Command
Iran’s Air Force Command
Iran’s Intelligence Control Centre command
Iran’s Police Chief — and even the replacements that followed!

Now, some people still say “Israel is nothing without the US.”

Yes, it’s true — America supports Israel, and they have always stood by them. But let’s face reality:
Israel’s technology, precision, and intelligence network are on another level — even ahead of America in many areas of intelligence gathering and swift operations.

Before you repeat the tired line that “Israel is nothing without the US,” ask yourself — who really leads in brains, strategy, and speed?

Israel doesn’t just rely on help — they outsmart, outplan, and out-execute.

I remove for them

Wisdom For Winning.
A man with one watch knows what time it is. A man with two is never quite sure. When the mind is in doubt, indecision sets in. It's time to get focused and take that decision. The greater degree of wishful thinking, the greater degree of mediocrity

WHAT IS THE WAY TO IMPROVE LIFE?

1).Don’t compare yourself. Everyone has got their own story to tell and so do you.

2).Reading writing, and staying happy with yourself.

3).Establishing boundaries when you need to.

4).Staying positive about what life has got to offer you.

5).Trying out new things every month or so.

6).Keeping up with your health.

7).Not falling victim to bitterness, hate or other negative emotions.

8).Finding peace.
Learning to “just keep swimming” no matter the weather.

9).Accepting people for who and what they are. Accepting yourself.

10).Learning something new every day even if its teeny tiny.

11).“Be a friend to get a friend”

12).Keeping your home clean.

13).Whether your surround yourself with many people or none is up to you.

14).Do what makes you feel good about your life.

15).Don’t follow protocol but do stay disciplined.

16).Last but not least, stand up for yourself. Don’t let people’s opinions rule over your life.
Good morning!!
Cheers!!!

THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
PART 13
The past month had been a balm, a deep, golden reprieve after the tempest of Amanda. Sunlight seemed brighter in the penthouse, laughter came easier, and the love between Jessica and Scar felt like a fortress rebuilt stronger on the ruins of distrust. They were inseparable. Mornings lingered over shared coffee and murmured plans. Evenings were spent entwined on the sofa, Jessica reading law texts while Scar reviewed encrypted reports, his hand perpetually resting on her knee or playing with a strand of her long, dark hair. He’d taken to calling her "Counselor" with a teasing glint in his eyes, a constant, warm reminder of his investment in her future. The shadow of Amanda felt distant, a bad dream fading in the dawn of their renewed intimacy.
This particular morning bloomed with deceptive serenity. Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, painting warm diamonds on the polished floor. Jessica, humming softly, prepared two cups of strong, dark coffee – Scar’s favorite, brewed just the way he liked it. She carried them to the balcony where he sat, immersed in a financial ledger, the Lagos skyline a glittering backdrop. He looked up as she approached, his stern features instantly softening into the smile reserved only for her. He pulled her down for a quick, tender kiss.
"Morning, Counselor," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. "Smells perfect."
"It is," Jessica smiled, placing his cup before him. She settled into the adjacent chair, cradling her own cup, savoring the rich aroma and the peaceful domesticity. For a few blissful minutes, they sipped in companionable silence, the city’s hum a distant lullaby.
Then, the world shattered.
A choked gasp tore from Scar’s throat. Jessica looked over, startled. His face had gone unnaturally pale, a sickly grey undertone replacing his healthy complexion. His coffee cup clattered to the marble floor, shattering, dark liquid spreading like a stain. His hand flew to his throat, his eyes wide with a sudden, terrifying confusion.
"Sebastian?" Jessica breathed, frozen for a heartbeat.
He lurched forward, gagging violently. A thin stream of white, frothy foam bubbled from the corner of his lips. His body convulsed, muscles locking in agonizing spasms. He crashed sideways off the chair, hitting the balcony floor with a sickening thud, his limbs jerking uncontrollably.
Panic, pure and primal, seized Jessica. "SEBASTIAN!" she screamed, the sound tearing her throat. She scrambled towards him, her hands fluttering uselessly over his convulsing form. The white foam was thicker now, coating his chin. His eyes rolled back, showing the whites. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"
The penthouse exploded into chaos. Heavy footsteps pounded. William burst onto the balcony first, his face draining of color at the sight of his boss writhing on the floor, choking on foam. Ghost, a silent, perpetually watchful presence whose loyalty was unquestioned, materialized beside him, his dark eyes instantly assessing the scene with chilling calm. Two more guards followed, their expressions grim.
"Poison!" William snarled, dropping to his knees beside Scar. "Get the medical team! NOW!" One guard sprinted back inside, shouting into his comms.
Ghost efficiently helped William roll Scar onto his side, trying to clear his airway as he gagged and choked. Jessica knelt beside them, tears streaming down her face, her hands trembling as she tried to wipe the foam from his mouth. "Hold on, Sebastian! Please hold on!"
Within minutes, the penthouse became a triage zone. Scar’s private medical team arrived, moving with grim efficiency. They administered oxygen, injected emergency medications to counteract the convulsions, and stabilized him for transport. As they lifted him onto a stretcher, his body still twitching, his skin clammy and grey, Jessica felt a piece of her soul tear away. She tried to follow, clutching his limp hand.
"Where are you taking him? I need to be with him!" she pleaded.
"The hospital. Our facility," William said tersely, his face etched with worry and suspicion. "Stay here, Jessica." His tone held a command she’d never heard directed at her before.
The journey to Scar’s private, high-security hospital wing was a blur of flashing lights and suffocating dread. Jessica rode in a separate car, flanked by guards, her mind racing. *Poisoned.* The word echoed like a death knell. *How? When?* Her thoughts snagged, horrifyingly, on the image of the coffee cup. *She* had made it. *She* had handed it to him. *She* was the last person to touch it before he drank.
The sterile, cold air of the hospital corridor did nothing to calm the rising hysteria. Doctors rushed Scar into an emergency room, shutting the doors firmly. Jessica paced, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, feeling exposed and terrified. William and Ghost stood nearby, their expressions unreadable, communicating in low tones with other arriving lieutenants.
Suddenly, the tense silence was shattered by the sharp click of stiletto heels on the polished floor. Amanda. She strode down the corridor like a vengeful goddess, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit, her blonde curls impeccable, her face a mask of icy fury.
She stopped inches from Jessica, her dark eyes blazing with pure malice. "You," she spat, the word dripping venom. "You poisonous little SLUT!"
Jessica flinched, taking a step back. "Amanda, this isn't—"
"Shut your filthy mouth!" Amanda hissed, her voice low but carrying through the corridor. "You couldn't stand that he was mine! Couldn't stand that he sent you away! So you tried to kill him!" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper only Jessica could hear. "But don't worry, gutter rat. When he dies – and he will die – I'll make sure you suffer slowly. Very, very slowly. I'll peel the skin from your bones myself."
The raw hatred in Amanda’s eyes was terrifying. Before Jessica could react, Amanda raised her voice, projecting it to the gathered men. "Look at her! She made his coffee! She was alone with him! She's the only one who wanted him dead! SHE POISONED HIM!"
The accusation hung in the air, toxic and heavy. Eyes turned towards Jessica – William’s gaze hardened, others narrowed with suspicion. The seed of doubt Amanda planted found fertile ground in the fear and anger already swirling around them.
"Take her," William ordered, his voice cold, devoid of its usual respect. "Secure her. Now."
Strong hands clamped onto Jessica’s arms. "No! I didn't! I would never!" she cried, struggling futilely against the grip of two burly guards. "It was her! She did this! She threatened him! She threatened me!"
Amanda laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. "Lies! Desperate lies from a murderer! Lock her up!"
As Jessica was dragged away, kicking and pleading, her eyes locked with Ghost’s. His expression was inscrutable, but for a fleeting second, she saw something – not suspicion, but intense calculation. He gave her the faintest, almost imperceptible nod, then turned his attention back to the emergency room doors.
Jessica was shoved into a small, sterile holding room within the hospital, guarded heavily. Despair washed over her. Sebastian was dying. Everyone believed she’d done it. Amanda had won. Panic surged. Her family! Amanda knew where they lived! She fumbled for the phone she’d been allowed to keep, frantically dialing her mother.
"Mama!" she sobbed when the call connected. "Listen! You have to leave! Right now! Take everyone and run! Go somewhere safe! Don't tell anyone! Amanda… she… Sebastian’s poisoned… they think I did it… she’ll come for you! PLEASE RUN!"
Her mother’s voice was thick with terror and confusion. "Jessica! What? Poisoned? Baby—"
"NO TIME! RUN! NOW!" Jessica screamed before the call was abruptly cut off. One of the guards outside had heard and seized her phone.
Minutes later, William stormed into the room, his face thunderous. "Your family," he stated coldly. "They won't be going anywhere. They’re under protective custody. House arrest. For their own safety… and ours." The implication was clear: they were hostages, leverage against her.
Jessica crumpled onto the hard cot, her world reduced to crushing fear and helplessness. Sebastian was fighting for his life. Her family was imprisoned. She was branded a traitor and a murderer. And Amanda was free, weaving her web of lies.
Hours crawled by. Night fell. The hospital corridor outside her door was quiet now, only the low murmur of guards remained. Jessica sat in the dark, hugging her knees, tears long since dried, replaced by a cold, simmering fury and a gnawing terror for Sebastian. Was he still alive? Had the poison…?
The lock on her door clicked softly. It opened just enough for a shadow to slip inside. Ghost. He moved like smoke, closing the door silently behind him. His face was grim in the dim light filtering under the door.
"Miss Jessica," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "We don't have much time."
Her heart leaped into her throat. "Ghost? Sebastian? Is he—"
"Alive. But in a coma. Critical." Ghost’s words were clipped. "They’re setting you up. Amanda’s playing them all. William… he’s blinded by anger and fear for the Boss. Others are listening to her whispers."
"Ghost, I swear, I didn't—"
"I know," he interrupted, his dark eyes holding hers with unnerving intensity. "The Boss trusts you. That’s enough for me. But you can't stay here. They'll kill you before morning, or hand you to Amanda. And your family… they’re not safe either."
"What do I do?" Jessica whispered, desperation clawing at her.
"We get you out. Now." Ghost pulled a dark hoodie and a pair of nondescript trousers from a small bag. "Put these on. Quickly. We go out the service elevator, through the basement. I have a car."
"But my family! Sebastian!"
"I can't get to your family yet. Too guarded. But alive, free, you have a chance to clear your name, to find the real traitor, to help the Boss," Ghost insisted, urgency hardening his voice. "Staying is death. For you, and eventually, for them. Come on!"
Driven by terror and a fierce spark of hope ignited by Ghost’s loyalty, Jessica scrambled into the clothes. Ghost guided her silently past the guard he’d discreetly incapacitated, through deserted corridors and down service stairs. The humid night air of Lagos hit her face as they slipped out a loading dock door. A battered, unremarkable sedan idled in the shadows. Ghost shoved her into the passenger seat, slammed the door, and peeled away into the chaotic Lagos night.
Jessica stared out the window, the city lights blurring through fresh tears. Sebastian was in a coma. Her family were prisoners. The man she loved might never know she was innocent. Amanda had framed her perfectly. And somewhere, hidden among the men Scar trusted most, was a traitor who had poisoned him and nearly destroyed everything.
Ghost navigated the streets with tense precision. "Where are we going?" Jessica asked, her voice small.
"Somewhere safe. Off-grid," Ghost replied, his eyes scanning the mirrors. "We need to disappear. And we need to find out who did this. Before it's too late for everyone."
The car sped into the darkness, carrying Jessica away from the hospital, away from Sebastian’s side, away from everything she loved. She was a fugitive, branded a murderer, hunted by her lover’s men, and stalked by his vengeful ex. Her only ally was a shadow named Ghost. The fight for their lives, for their love, and for the truth had just begun, and it was a fight Jessica had to win from the shadows. The question wasn't just *who* poisoned Scar, but *who* would believe her innocence when even the man she loved was lost in a silent, poisoned sleep?
TO BE CONTINUED..

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