The pastor wives 3️⃣ Written by ©️ Oluchi M. Okike How can the smallest voice in the room end the loudest war? While three women battle for power, one quiet usher holds the truth that could tear down everything—and raise something unexpected in its place. Joy Benson was the kind of woman no one noticed. She moved with the grace of someone used to staying in the background. A soft-spoken usher. A single mother. A face often hidden behind white gloves and church protocol. But on that Tuesday morning, she became the headline. The Press Conference The church gates were flooded again, but this time not with fighting wives or chanting members. Joy stood alone, flanked by two women from the legal aid clinic and a file of documents. No makeup. No drama. Just quiet pain. She held up a photograph—an old, blurry image of her and Pastor Gideon at a beachside retreat. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shout. She simply said, “He promised to protect us. But when I got pregnant, he begged me to keep it secret. Said it would destroy everything. So I did… for eight years.” In the photograph, a small child could be seen playing in the background. Her daughter. The media had questions. Too many. But Joy didn’t stay long. She handed over the DNA report—signed, verified, and stamped. And just like that, everything changed. The Silence That Followed Mama Glo refused to speak to the press. Chinaza went completely off-grid. Stella collapsed at a pharmacy later that day and was taken to the hospital. Inside Fire River Ministries, the congregation began to murmur. Some felt betrayed. Others confused. But the board had to act quickly. By the following Sunday, a church bulletin was released: “Pending further verification, the burial of Pastor Gideon is on hold.” Chinaza’s Secrets Surface Just when things seemed to settle, something unexpected broke online. A clip. Grainy, uncut, but chilling. It showed a deliverance session from five years earlier. A private, behind-the-scenes moment somehow leaked to the internet. In it, Pastor Gideon was praying over a woman possessed by a "marine spirit." That woman… was Chinaza. The video showed her writhing, screaming, speaking in a voice not her own. And at the end, Pastor Gideon whispered something into her ear—words the microphone barely picked up. But someone enhanced the audio and shared it again. It sounded like he said: “Your secrets are safe with me… as long as you stay mine.” People were stunned. Was Chinaza delivered—or marked? Was she a wife—or something darker? And if so… why would he marry her? Stella’s Test Results Arrive Meanwhile, Stella was discharged from the hospital. Her test results came in. The truth? The child in her womb was not Pastor Gideon’s. The betrayal cut deep. Not just for the church, but for Stella herself. She had loved him. Or maybe… she had loved the platform. In an emotional online video, she confessed: “We were already drifting. I didn’t know I was pregnant until after his death. I thought… I could still belong.” It went viral. People wept. People mocked. People debated. But one thing was certain: Stella had nothing to gain anymore. The Unexpected Shift Then came the twist no one could have predicted. Instead of hiding or fighting, Mama Glo did something no one expected. She went live on Facebook. She told her story—not with anger, but with grace. How she met Gideon in the early days, when he was a young boy preaching with cracked lips and torn Bibles. How she fed him, clothed him, prayed for him. How she sold her wrappers to help him print flyers. And how, after all the fame, he stopped calling her “wife” and started calling her “burden.” But she ended with a smile. “I don’t need his name to prove my worth. I knew who he was before the world knew. I only came to give him a proper burial. Now… let the truth rest with him.” That video reached over 2 million views in two days. And Then Came Joy As the church leaders deliberated over what to do, the members quietly began to do something else. They visited Joy. Bags of food. School supplies. Little envelopes tucked with handwritten prayers. A hashtag was born: #WeChooseJoy And for the first time since the chaos began, the church found unity—not through titles or tradition—but through compassion. The Board decided to honor Pastor Gideon with a private burial. No wife would lead. No cameras. Just peace. And standing beside the casket, holding the hand of her daughter, was the woman no one had noticed… but who had always carried the truth. Please like, share, comment and follow my page 👉 Oluchi M. Okike so you don't miss episode 4️⃣

Did you know that at the time of his death, Pope Francis’s reported personal wealth was just $100—that’s barely ₦154,000 in today’s exchange rate? He owned no property, held no personal bank accounts, and had no investments anywhere in the world. Although he was entitled to an annual salary of about 340,000 euros (approximately $364,000 or ₦560 million at today's exchange rate), he never accepted a cent of it. As a member of the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits), Pope Francis took a lifelong vow of poverty—and he remained true to it until the very end of his pontificate. For the 12 years he served as Pope, he lived in Room 201 of Casa Santa Marta, a simple guesthouse within the Vatican. Today is Sunday. Look around: what wristwatches are some of your pastors wearing? What cars are they driving into church? The real wealth of a spiritual leader is not in material possessions, luxury cars, private jets, or designer suits. It is in humility, service, and sacrificial love for humanity. Pope Francis left behind a powerful legacy: He showed that true greatness is found not in what you have, but in what you give up for others. The world doesn't need more celebrity pastors; it needs more humble servants of God. I agree with this one 💯

START Your Day - Pastor Eno Jerry *For God To Do More In And Through You, You Must First Surrender Daily*

Every saint has a past,and every sinner has a future.

We Decree Victory Over Our Nation, Nigeria! Nigeria Shall Be A Gr@vayard For Sponsors And Perpetrators Of €vil! - Dr. Pastor Paul Enenche

The FBI has disclosed that the United States lost nearly $65 million over the past two years due to financially motivated sextortion crimes allegedly perpetrated by Nigerian nationals.

BREAKING: The Apetu of Ipetumodu in Osun State, Oba Joseph Oloyede, and a Nigerian pastor, Edward Oluwasanmi, are facing possible prison sentences in the United States after pleading guilty to charges of $4.2 million COVID-19 relief fraud.

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How a Young PhD Holder Who Came to Me for Prayers Kept Correcting My English" – Apostle Suleman Apostle Johnson Suleman, the founder and senior pastor of Omega Fire Ministries International, recounted a striking encounter during a recent Recovery Conference, involving a highly educated young man who came to him for prayers — but ended up repeatedly correcting his English. Sharing the experience, Apostle Suleman said the man, who holds three PhDs, was brought to his office by his mother for spiritual help. However, instead of receiving prayers calmly, the man became fixated on the apostle’s pronunciation and grammar. “While we were talking, I said, ‘The power of God is coming.’ He quickly corrected me, saying, ‘No, it’s not power,’” Suleman recalled. The corrections didn't stop. “Everything I said, he would adjust. I was saying ‘God’ and he insisted it should be pronounced differently. He even corrected me when I said ‘debt’ — he thought I meant ‘death.’ I asked him, ‘Who died?’” Despite the man’s academic achievements, Suleman noted that he was unable to hold down a job, often due to his habit of correcting superiors and colleagues. “He’d tell his boss, ‘That’s not how to write an email,’ and insisted on meetings about management decisions in another man’s company,” he said. Suleman expressed his concern that while the man was intellectually gifted, he lacked the practical fruit of his knowledge. “He had leaves, but no fruit,” the preacher said, referencing the biblical metaphor of a fruitless tree. “You’ve gone through the four walls of education, yet your current reality makes your body cringe. Truth must produce corresponding evidence.” He concluded by declaring spiritual liberation over the congregation: “Anything against your fruitfulness shall be roasted.”

WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WIFE REFUSES TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU I hope am talking to mature people here. 1. PREPARE HER Sometimes it is not that she does not want to make love to you but that all you have to do is prepare her with foreplay to get her in the mood 2. DO NOT FORCE HER Do not force yourself on her in the name of demanding for your conjugal rights. Forcing an adult to have sex is demeaning and disrespectful 3. CHECK IF YOU HAVE BEEN HURTING HER EMOTIONS If you have been hurting or ignoring her emotions, she will struggle to be sexually attracted to you. Women make love with their heart. If her heart is bruised, she will struggle to give you her body 4. CHECK IF LAST TIME YOU WERE TOO ROUGH ON HER If last time you were too rough on her leaving her vagina, clitoris or nipples sore; she might be uncomfortable about letting you have her. Learn to be gentle 5. CHECK IF YOU HAVE UNADDRESSED ISSUES If there are matters in your marriage that are not being concluded, intimacy will suffer. Stop ignoring the issues. The sooner you solve them the better 6. CHECK IF SHE SUSPECTS YOU OF CHEATING If she knows of or suspects you are cheating, it will be a barrier between you two. If you have been cheating, stop it and win back her trust. If she suspects but it is not true, allay her fears and make her secure 7. CUDDLE HER Sometimes this means more to her than love making. This goes a long way to show her she is not a sex object. This secures her and in doing so, she will enjoy making love with you 8. GAUGE HER MENSTRUATION CYCLE Know your wife's monthly period cycle. Not every wife lies they are on their periods 9. FIND OUT IF SOMETHING IS STRESSING HER Maybe there is something outside of your marriage that is disturbing her, maybe it is work issues, financial issues, her health, the children, her parents, a past trauma. Hear her out and show her that you are on her side.

I want to share something painful from my past, something that affected my life forever. So, I got married in the year 2000, and not long after, I gave birth to my son, Raymond. From the moment he was born, our lives became full of hospital visits, sleepless nights, and endless medical expenses. The sickness didn’t just affect my son, it affected my marriage too. My husband and I were always stressed. We argued constantly. We blamed each other for everything. Love slowly disappeared from our home. We went from lovers to strangers who only talked about hospital bills. In 2006, the marriage couldn’t survive anymore. We went our separate ways, and I was left to raise Raymond alone. It was hard, so hard that I had to leave my acting career behind. I just couldn’t focus. I was broken. Then came the biggest blow of all, Raymond passed away at the age of 17. That pain is something I carry with me every day. Please, know this before you fall in love, know your genotype. Love is truly a beautiful thing, but it is not strong enough to carry the weight of this sickness called sickle cell. Know your genotype before love blinds you. I lost everything because I didn’t. - Eucharia Anunobi

Having caught her husband with a young beauty, the wife didn’t start a brawl; instead, five days later she presented him with an unexpected surprise. Marina could never have imagined that she would find herself in such a situation. “Beluga” – the restaurant where Viktor once proposed to her three decades ago – had now become the venue for his secret rendezvous. She stood by the panoramic window, watching as her husband tenderly intertwined his fingers with a young blonde barely twenty-five years old. “You are special,” the words reached Marina, and the once familiar voice suddenly seemed alien. The girl smiled playfully, revealing flawless teeth and charming dimples. Her well-groomed fingers with perfect manicure caressed Viktor’s wrist tenderly. “What about the wife?” squeaked the brunette, puffing out her lips. “Marina?” Viktor waved his hand nonchalantly. “She’s busy with flowers and TV series. You know, at our age…” he trailed off, laden with meaning. Marina was overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation, and her hands betrayed her with trembling. Thirty years of life together, three grown-up children, countless evenings shared – all of it was nullified by one dismissive gesture. Her first impulse was to burst in, create a scandal, and pour wine on the couple. But something restrained her – perhaps years of cultivated composure or natural reason. Upon returning home, Marina mechanically brewed tea and sank into her favorite armchair. Her gaze fell upon a folder of documents in the cabinet – papers she had signed at her husband’s request over the past five years. “Darling, it’s just a formality,” his words echoed in her mind. “It’s necessary for tax optimization.” Now, as she reviewed the documents with trembling hands, she began to realize the true state of affairs. The house, the country residence, three car dealerships, a chain of restaurants – everything officially belonged to her. Fearing inspections, Viktor had been gradually transferring assets to his wife, believing her to be loyal and spineless. Marina smiled bitterly. How wrong he was. Over the years of their marriage, she had not only learned to cultivate orchids and bake cakes – she had been carefully monitoring the development of the family business, even though she had remained in the background. By midnight, her tears had dried up. In place of despair came cold determination. Marina took out her diary and began to plan. Five days – that was all that was needed. Day One: The day began with an early call to a lawyer. Elena Sergeyevna, an authoritative family law specialist, carefully examined the documents as Marina nervously tapped her fingers. “Congratulations,” the lawyer pronounced while adjusting her glasses. “Legally, you are the sole owner of the entire business.” “What about the power of attorney I gave him?” “It can be annulled immediately.” Marina looked at the swirling autumn leaves outside the office window. For thirty years, she had been an exemplary wife – supportive, inspiring, forgiving. Now it was time to think about herself. “Let’s start acting,” she declared firmly. Day One Continued: That same evening, Viktor returned late, exuding the scent of expensive perfume. Marina, as usual, served dinner. “Today you seem different,” noted her husband, dabbing his lips with a napkin. “Just tired,” she smiled. “By the way, don’t cook dinner tomorrow. I have a meeting with friends.” Viktor nodded absentmindedly, absorbed in his phone. Marina saw him hide a smile as he read messages. Day Two: The next day, she visited all the banks with their joint accounts. The process took several hours – Viktor was busy shifting their finances across various institutions. By the evening, a significant portion of the funds had been transferred to new accounts opened exclusively in her name. “Ms. Sokolova, maybe leave a small reserve?” cautiously suggested the manager of the last bank. “No,” Marina shook her head. “Transfer everything.” At home, she found a bouquet of roses – Viktor sometimes gave them, especially when he felt guilty. In the past, they would have moved her, but now the flowers elicited only a bitter smile. Day Three: A meeting took place with Mikhail Petrovich, a long-time partner in their family business. “To part with the car dealerships?” Mikhail Petrovich exclaimed in astonishment. “But they consistently generate income!” “That’s precisely why now is the perfect time,” Marina replied calmly. “The market is on the rise.” By the evening, preliminary agreements had been sealed with signatures. Now she had reliable financial protection. Day Four: The fourth day was the most emotionally intense. Her hand trembled betraying her as she signed documents. “Are you sure about your decision?” inquired the notary sympathetically, a woman around her age. “Absolutely,” Marina replied, straightening her shoulders. Next, she met with a real estate agency. The family mansion, built fifteen years ago, was now entirely in her possession. “I want to prepare the eviction documents,” she declared, looking straight into the eyes of the young lawyer. “But that’s your husband…” the lawyer began uncertainly. “Ex-husband,” corrected Marina. “And he has exactly seven days to vacate the house.” Day Five: The fifth day began with a visit... 📖 Read the continuation in the comments ⬇️