Any prayer left for God to answer hundred percent is an irresponsible prayer. Prayer without work....

When it comes to investing, many people look for *EXCUSES* and often rush to say that they don't invest because they don't have CAPITAL but the truth is that it is just an excuse.

The world will never run out of EXCUSES so if you are the one who always wants excuses you will always find them.

Benjamin Franklin said and l quotes *“He that is Good for Making EXCUSES is seldom good for anything else.”*

It is true that excuses are the clutches for the uncommitted.
99% of the failures come from people who have the habit of making excuses.

Today many of us have so many things in our possession yet we claim not to have capital to invest. We have failed to appreciate whatever we have within our reach and even in our brain because we underestimate what have and don't understand that all we have is all we need to succeed.
*Why do you want to start where you are not?* If you don't appreciate what you have at this moment, you won't be given more.

How can a woman have a wig for $1000 and claim to have nothing to invest in her head yet busy Investing on her head. *Is the problem really money?* Do you think God can allow you to have completely nothing to start with? Definitely not. Did God not ask Moses what he had in his hands which he used to separate the red sea. God could have just commanded the Red Sea to open but he *wanted Moses to appreciate that whatever he had in his hands was all he needed.*

Stop justifying being average when you created to break records. Everytime you justify being average you are inviting an enemy.

*Mediocrity is a dream killer.* You are enough and everything you have is everything you need to succeed.

The world has now run out of clutches for your lame excuses.

*GOOD evening people

*SATURDAY, 19 APRIL*
*TEXT: MATTHEW 27:57-66*
*TOPIC: CONSPIRACY*

*MATTHEW 27:57-66 NIV*

57:As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who had himself become a disciple of Jesus.

58:Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body, and Pilate ordered that it be given to him.

59:Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth,

60:and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away.

61:Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there opposite the tomb.

62:The next day, the one after Preparation Day, the chief priests and the Pharisees went to Pilate.

63:“Sir,” they said, “we remember that while he was still alive that deceiver said, ‘After three days I will rise again.’

64:So give the order for the tomb to be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, his disciples may come and steal the body and tell the people that he has been raised from the dead. This last deception will be worse than the first.”

65:“Take a guard,” Pilate answered. “Go, make the tomb as secure as you know how.”

66:So they went and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and posting the guard.

*CONSPIRACY*

Because the devil is never happy with the righteous man, he is forever seeking ways to attack him at every given opportunity.

Caiaphas, the chief priest whom the devil was using, did not relent in his evil plan to get Jesus crucified.

After he succeeded in getting Jesus crucified, he sought to prevent Jesus' resurrection (vs. 62) and even reminded Pilate of the words of Jesus to His disciples that He would raise after three days (vs. 63).

Caiaphas demanded for more security personnel to be deployed to the tomb. But little did he know that the resurrection power of God is beyond and greater than any conspiracy or security the devil put together because they are all under Jesus' power and dominion.

*QUESTION:* Are you aware that the devil is not satisfied even when he hears the news of your death?

*PRAYER:* Dear Lord, I have no strength of my own, please frustrate the evil schemes of the devil over my life, in Jesus' name. Amen.

*Food for the Day - 2025*

A Prophetess that state, God told her to take the Husband of a member of her church to be her Husband instead.

Lady Reveals Amount She Was Paid To Dress AS ACCIDENT Victim At Obi Cubana's Birthday Party.
According to Daily Post, A woman has revealed how much participants were paid for portraying accident victims during a headline- grabbing appearance at businessman Obi Cubana' s recent birthday celebration.

The event, held in Lagos, gained massive attention on social media following an unusual entrance by nightlife promoter Pretty Mike. He arrived accompanied by 50 women dressed to resemble accident victims, wrapped in bandages and wearing makeup simulating injuries. The spectacle stirred widespread discussion online, with many questioning the motive behind the dramatic display.

A TikTok user identified as Victoria Outfit has now come forward to shed light on the compensation given to those who took part in the controversial performance. In a video shared on her TikTok page, she explained that she and her best friend were among the women hired for the act. According to her, each participant was paid ₦10, 000 for their appearance.

Victoria also mentioned that the women were allowed to gather some of the money sprayed during the lavish celebration. She disclosed that financial hardship, particularly the need to pay rent, was the main reason for participating in the act.

" I and my bestie were part of the ' Pretty Mike bandage girls' . We had to do it because we wanted to pay our house rent, " she stated in her post. " Living in Abuja can be overwhelming, especially for young girls like us. The high cost of living makes it challenging to make ends meet. We pray God crowns our efforts with success.

Now that no one is looking, come closer let's talk.

Please, if you've decided to Author a book, just know that writing isn't where the work ends. Writing isn't the major work.

Because some of us just write a lot of things and rush to editors.

Some of us think that editing is just to add punctuation.

So, you'll have over 500 pages and you're pricing your editors.

Please, hie asaa na-anya gi before you come to me.

#Godfluencer

Good evening all,,may the goodness of God abide with us all

They buried Chief Okeke at dawn, but by nightfall, his body was back on the veranda—eyes wide open, mouth full of sand, and flies buzzing around like he never left.
CHAPTER ONE
Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The first person to see the body was Mazi Ude, the village night watchman. He screamed once—sharp and loud—then took off running barefoot through the red sand, shouting, “Abomination! Tufia! Chief Okeke has returned!”
People gathered, drawn by the noise. Old women clutched their wrappers tighter. Young boys climbed the guava trees for a better look. The elders arrived in silence, their faces heavy with meaning. They looked at the body, then at each other.

“This is not ordinary,” Elder Nwosu said, squatting beside the corpse. “The gods have rejected him.”

The corpse lay stiff, not smelling of decay, but of palm oil and dust. His eyes were open. His skin, cold. But the strangest thing? His fingers clutched at the earth, as though he had dragged himself out of the grave.

Chief Okeke wasn’t just any man in Umuama. He was the lion. The voice that roared during village meetings. The wallet that bought silence. The hand that fed both the church and the council. He rose from nothing. From the child of a poor farmer to a man whose house had twenty-two rooms and a compound wide enough to host a football tournament.

But in his rise, he spat on many things. Especially the old ways.
"These rituals are for fools," he would say. "We have churches now. Hospitals. Banks. What will kola nut do for me that money cannot?"
When his father died, he invited a bishop from Enugu, dressed in gold robes, who spoke in tongues. No kola. No egwú. No consultation. Just hymns, glass coffins, and photo banners.
The old men watched in silence. The dibia, Ezenwa, turned his back that day and said nothing.

When his mother passed, he hurried the burial again. Hired white caterers. Flown-in musicians. And when someone mentioned "Ikwa Ozu," he laughed. "My mother does not need dance in the grave.

THEY CALLED HIM A FAILURE. BUT GOD HAD OTHER PLANS

In 1991, he was fired from his job at a petrol station.

In 1995, he failed in business and was deep in debt.

In 1996, he lost his father.

In 1997, his girlfriend dumped him because he was broke.

In 1998, he applied for a police job, was rejected.

He tried to get into the military,they turned him down.

He applied to KFC with 24 others. 23 were accepted.

He was the only one rejected.

But today, that same man is one of the richest people in China.

His name? Jack Ma, Founder of Alibaba Group.

The man they said “no” to became a global inspiration.

Who told you it’s too late?

Who said you’re not qualified?

Who decided that your failure is final?

God writes the best stories with the worst beginnings.

So pick yourself up.

You’re not done. You’re just under construction.

And when God is done building you, even those who rejected you will recommend you.

Your story is not over.

Stay in the game.

Immanuela Nwaigwe FIMC, CMC
Women Development Coach/Management Consultant.
I teach women personal development and how to build 7 figure online brands with their knowledge, skills,experiences and expertise.z

JASMINE CHAPTER 2

“Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke.

“Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.”

“Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.”

“Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed.

I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her.

“So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked.

“Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied.

“That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?”

“He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.”

“And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?”

“He was the one who proposed the hotel.”

“Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.”

“There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled.

“So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked.

“No, I need it just for two months.”

“Two months? What for?”

She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel.

“So, were you going to date him?” I asked.

“No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied.

“Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke.

“What?!” She was dumbfounded.

“Yes.”

“But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.”

“Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad.

“What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her.

“It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad.

“That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked.

“Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically.

“Alright, she can move in with us.”

“Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.”

That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately.

“Permission to come in.” I spoke.

“Permission granted.” She laughed.

I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her.

“Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted.

“Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?”

“Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.”

“Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked.

“In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.”

“Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.”

“Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?”

“Today.”

“Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?”

“Alright, bye.”

I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home.

I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia.

“Good evening, sir.” She greeted.

But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before.

TO BE CONITNUED.

Happy GoodFriday guys. enjoy your Easter season with a deep reflection of what God has done for you and i. A season of love and sharing his goodnews to the nations of the earth. I wish guys a blissful Easter to you and yours. God bless you.

Every man kind is a god him self