How Advice from a Native Doctor Saved Her Marriage

Born again...
Holy Ghost filled...
Yet squabbles unending.
For a six-month-old marriage...
When there is still supposed to be plenty honey to suck from the moon.

But she prayed... she sought the face of God... before she said... yes.


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Flashback

Lanre.
On bended knees... phone cameras flashing, smiles everywhere... asking for her hand in marriage.
Total surprise.
Yes.
But total joy.

Of course... who no like better thing?
Fine boy wey love Jesus met hot babe wey love Jesus.
A match made in heaven.

Yet six months later...
Quarrels... boning... apparent bad belle.

“Did I make a mistake?
Should I call pastor?”

This morning... it happened again.

To encourage herself, she put on DStv and stayed flipping stations... randomly... just looking for nothing in particular.


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Daystar TV – Joyce Meyer was talking about submission... being the key.
“Abeg... na today... we don dey hear dat one since.”
Wasn't she submissive?


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Enter African Magic

Native doctor scene

Baba:
“My husband hates me. He doesn't love me again.”

“This ‘Bam Bam’ dey act sha!!”

Baba brought out a charm and told her to put it in her mouth whenever the husband comes home.
As long as he is in the house, she should never remove it from her mouth — and his love will come back.
No woman will be able to snatch him.

Bam Bam said:
“Baba thank you.”
Baba:
“Go well, my daughter.”


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A thought struck her.
Where had she heard this before?

Old story...
Oh — in secondary school... she had read a book. African tales.
The charm was just palm fruit kernel.
And when she put it in her mouth, she stopped arguing with her husband... and peace came.

“ I don't have any kernels to put.”

But there was something that Baba said:
“Don’t let it come out of your mouth.”


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BOOM — Joshua 1 vs 8:

“This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth...”

Oh! I get it.
I will put the Word in my mouth in place of the kernel.

She didn’t just read the scripture.
She meditated on it — whispered it, repeated it, lived it.
Suddenly, the Word became her spiritual charm... and it began to work.


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Nothing to lose.

She dressed well, scenting well like Ruth, house all arranged, food like Queen Esther.

Lanre in the house.
Greeted.

All through that evening... only one phrase on her lip:
“He that finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favour from the Lord.”

Day one.
Day two.
Day three.

The same thing.

Lanre came... shocked her — as he was on his knees again... with gifts, apologies.
She quickly rushed, telling him to get up.

“How can my odogun be kneeling... my king?”

All the while, with joy in her heart, she kept the kernel —
sorry, she meant the Word — in her lips, constantly, non-stop.


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Meditation on scripture was the key.

No room for the devil in this marriage ever again.
Baba advice had worked.
But the Word worked better.


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Have you tried putting the Word in your mouth daily?

Accepting Jesus is the first step to a life of peace, power, and purpose.
Say YES to Jesus today.

I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN TWIN SISTER
PART 1
Nneka and Ngozi were identical in every way—same face, same voice, even the same birthmark on their left wrist. But that was where the similarity ended.
From the moment they turned thirteen, the differences between them became impossible to ignore. Nneka was the golden child—bright, obedient, and always the first to raise her hand in class. Teachers praised her, boys admired her, and their parents beamed with pride whenever her name was mentioned.
Ngozi hated it.
Every compliment Nneka received was like a knife twisting in Ngozi’s chest. Every award, every smile directed at her sister, made Ngozi’s blood boil. She was tired of living in Nneka’s shadow. Tired of being the "other twin."
And so, she decided to do something about it.
It started with small things—missing earrings, broken plates, stolen money. Each time, Ngozi would wait for the perfect moment, then plant the evidence in Nneka’s room.
"Mama! My new bracelet is gone!" Ngozi wailed one evening, clutching her wrist dramatically.
Their mother, Mama Bisi, sighed. "Did you check everywhere?"
"Yes! I left it on my dresser, and now it’s gone!" Ngozi’s eyes flicked toward Nneka, who was quietly reading in the corner.
Mama Bisi frowned. "Nneka, did you take your sister’s bracelet?"
Nneka looked up, confused. "No, Mama. I haven’t even been in her room."
But Ngozi was already moving. She marched to Nneka’s bed, lifted the pillow, and—just like she had planned—there it was.
"Mama, look!" Ngozi gasped, holding up the bracelet as if it were a murder weapon. "She stole it!"
Nneka’s eyes widened. "I didn’t—I swear I didn’t take it!"
Mama Bisi’s face darkened. "Nneka, how could you? After all we’ve done for you?"
No amount of pleading could save her. Nneka was sent to her room without dinner, while Ngozi smirked behind their mother’s back.
The punishments became harsher. One day, Ngozi spilled ink on their father’s important documents and blamed Nneka. Another time, she stole money from Mama Bisi’s purse and slipped it into Nneka’s schoolbag.
Each time, Nneka would cry, "It wasn’t me! Ngozi is lying!"
But no one believed her.
"Why would Ngozi lie?" their father would snap. "You’re just jealous because she’s more honest than you!"
Ngozi loved it. She loved the way Nneka’s face crumpled in hurt. Loved the way their parents scolded her while praising Ngozi for being "the good one."
But deep down, Ngozi knew the truth—she wasn’t the good one. She was the clever one.
One afternoon, Nneka came home with the highest score in their class. The teacher had written, "Brilliant work!" on her test paper.
Ngozi couldn’t take it anymore.
That night, while Nneka slept, Ngozi crept into her room and tore the test paper to shreds. Then, she took Nneka’s favorite dress—the one their aunt had brought from abroad—and ripped it down the middle.
The next morning, chaos erupted.
"Nneka! What is wrong with you?" Mama Bisi screamed, holding up the destroyed dress.
Nneka stared in horror. "I—I didn’t do this!"
"Then who did? A ghost?" their father roared.
Ngozi stood in the doorway, her face the perfect picture of innocence. "Maybe… maybe she was angry about something," she whispered, planting the seed.
Their parents exchanged glances. That was it.
"Nneka," Mama Bisi said coldly, "you need to learn respect. No dinner for a week. And you’ll pay for a new dress from your savings."
Nneka’s tears fell freely, but Ngozi only smiled.
Because this was just the beginning.
As the years passed, Ngozi’s schemes grew bolder. She whispered lies to their friends, making sure Nneka had no one to turn to. She sabotaged Nneka’s chances at scholarships, stole her crushes, and made sure their parents saw only the worst in her.
And Nneka? She grew quieter. More broken.
But Ngozi wasn’t satisfied yet.
Because one day, Nneka would have something Ngozi wanted. Something Ngozi would take—no matter the cost.
And when that day came, Nneka would pay for being the favorite.
Forever.
To Be Continued…

Nobody wakes up and plans to lose a leg.
But that’s what diabetes can do.


Let me tell you something people don’t like to hear:


When your foot starts smelling, turning black, or refusing to heal after a small cut—that’s not village people. That’s diabetes.


It starts quietly:

—You pee too often.
—You’re always tired.

—You feel pins and needles in your feet.
—Small wound refuses to heal.


Before you know it, one toe is swollen.
Next thing? Doctor says: *“We have to cut it off before it spreads.”*


You think this is film trick?
Go to any teaching hospital and see for yourself.
Amputations everywhere. Not because of accidents. Because of sugar.


But you still hear people saying:

— “We will all die one day.”
— “It’s not that serious, jare.”

— “Nobody has it in my family.”

— “Doctor is it your sugar?”

Okay now.

A colleague husband was warned last year to stop sugary drinks but he refused.
Now, the careless man was lay on that theatre bed to cut off his foot because of diabetes he ignored for years —you’ll know what’s serious and what’s not.


Let’s stop pretending.


Diabetes doesn’t just affect your sugar level.
It messes with your:

—Eyes (many go blind)

—Kidneys (many end up on dialysis)

—Nerves (some can’t feel their legs again)

—Sex life (yes, that too)


And guess what?
It didn’t start in one day.


It started with:

—Sugary drinks

—Skipping real food

—Too much white rice, bread, noodles

—No movement

—Constant snacking


Now you know.


Diabetic foot is real.
Gangrene is real.
Amputation is not hype.


So if you’re reading this and still playing with your food choices…

You are not being brave.

You’re being reckless.


Choose life.
Fix your diet.
Control your blood sugar before it controls you.

Health is wealth and it's your responsibility to take care of yourself before it is too late.

Nobody wakes up and plans to lose a leg.
But that’s what diabetes can do.


Let me tell you something people don’t like to hear:


When your foot starts smelling, turning black, or refusing to heal after a small cut—that’s not village people. That’s diabetes.


It starts quietly:

—You pee too often.
—You’re always tired.

—You feel pins and needles in your feet.
—Small wound refuses to heal.


Before you know it, one toe is swollen.
Next thing? Doctor says: *“We have to cut it off before it spreads.”*


You think this is film trick?
Go to any teaching hospital and see for yourself.
Amputations everywhere. Not because of accidents. Because of sugar.


But you still hear people saying:

— “We will all die one day.”
— “It’s not that serious, jare.”

— “Nobody has it in my family.”

— “Doctor is it your sugar?”

Okay now.

A colleague husband was warned last year to stop sugary drinks but he refused.
Now, the careless man was lay on that theatre bed to cut off his foot because of diabetes he ignored for years —you’ll know what’s serious and what’s not.


Let’s stop pretending.


Diabetes doesn’t just affect your sugar level.
It messes with your:

—Eyes (many go blind)

—Kidneys (many end up on dialysis)

—Nerves (some can’t feel their legs again)

—Sex life (yes, that too)


And guess what?
It didn’t start in one day.


It started with:

—Sugary drinks

—Skipping real food

—Too much white rice, bread, noodles

—No movement

—Constant snacking


Now you know.


Diabetic foot is real.
Gangrene is real.
Amputation is not hype.


So if you’re reading this and still playing with your food choices…

You are not being brave.

You’re being reckless.


Choose life.
Fix your diet.
Control your blood sugar before it controls you.

Health is wealth and it's your responsibility to take care of yourself before it is too late.

Guy men everywhere

That Peter Obi Criticised President Tinubu For Not Wearing Black Mourning Clothes To Benue Shows He Knows Nothing About Islam

Something is seriously wrong with this social media content creator called Peter Obi! Is the man okay at all? People died in Benue, and both the Federal and State Governments are trying to find solutions, and this Agbotikuyo is complaining about the type of clothes the President wore to Benue? Really?

Imagine him saying "The President arrived not in mourning cloth but in celebratory agbada attire, like it was an occasion for joy."

Is Peter Obi aware that President Tinubu is a Muslim and that in Islam, it is not Sunnah to wear black when anyone dies?

That is why I and others have repeatedly said Peter Obi lacks the broad-mindedness to be Nigeria's President. The fellow is too selfish to think beyond his narrow political, cultural, and religious beliefs.

He wants everyone in Nigeria to conform to his own low cultural values, irrespective of their own religious background.

That was why, in 2022, his campaign donated so-called prayer mats to mosques with his images on them.

Mr. Obi does not attempt to understand Islam, even when Islam is the dominant religion in Northern Nigeria and parts of the Southwest.

And even in Christianity, there is no requirement to wear black to funerals. There is no such doctrine or culture in Scripture.

The wearing of Black is purely a European cultural practice that has been blindly adopted by people whose cultures are not well defined to the extent that they need another culture to plug gaps in their own ways of life.

For Peter Obi's education, it is haram in Islam to wear black to events such as burials, funerals, and memorials for the dead. The Sunnah of Prophet Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasalaam) is that the dead are to be buried in white clothes.

A hadith of the prophet (SAW) and narrated by Ibn Abbas states, "Wear white clothes, for they are the best of your clothes, and shroud your dead in them."

It is sad that Mr. Obi is so wrapped up in his narrow self-interest that he makes zero attempt to understand other cultures that have existed in the geographical location now known as Nigeria for a thousand years.

Mr. Obi's insensitivity to Nigeria’s cultural diversity, along with his tribalistic focus on only his Igbo kith and kin, makes him unsuited for the highest office in the land.

My counsel to Peter Obi is this: If you like wearing Black mourning clothes everywhere, due to your love for bad news and negativity, do not expect others to be like you.

You are a Roman Catholic, which is a minority faith in Nigeria. While Nigeria has freedom of religion, if you, Peter Obi, expect the rest of us to behave like you and observe your cultural and religious practices, then you had better focus on becoming the Governor of Anambra, where you had previously spent two terms of eight years causing religious division between Catholics and Anglicans.

Finally, I urge the Muslim Ummah to remember that this is a man who was caught on a leaked audio threatening "religious war" against them. And this latest criticism shows he is dead serious about that threat!

By Reno Omokri

SETTING YOUR WORLD ON FIRE!


TEXT: EZEK 10:1- 7

Lighted men become God’s firebrands! Everywhere a lighted man goes, he produces heat and burning! A lighted man quickly becomes an agent of the consuming fire of God! A lighted man also becomes a distributor of the fires of God! When we contact, connect to, or collect the fires of God, we are expected to go out and spread it within the vicinity! It is our ministry as fire carriers that checks the activities of wickedness, turns many to righteousness and drives the devil into frustration!

Prayer points:

1. Pray, ‘Father I thank you for the Holy Spirit. Thank you for his power and fire! Tonight, I receive his fire baptism! I receive the deposit of divine fire upon my head! I receive a new prophetic tongue! My words will not fall to the ground!’
2. Lk 11:36. Pray, ‘In Jesus name, I allow the fire & light of God to enter into every area of my life! I refuse any area to harbor anything dark! No sickness, bondage & shame shall abide in my life! Let the fire consume it now! Fire!
3. Jn 5:35. Pray, ’O Lord, by your fire, make me a burning and a shining light in my generation! My destiny must shine forth! Many shall come to the brightness of my rising! My grace cannot be ignored! I will not die small!’
4. Isa 9:8. Pray, ‘Lord, let the light and fire in me spread to my father’s house! Father, light up my family! Let the covenant that covers me cover them! Let your glory and your blessing overtake them because of me! Visit us by fire!’
5. Jer 23:28-29. Pray, ‘Tonight, every negative dream and prophecy against my life: catch fire! I cancel every word released against my life through prophetic witchcraft and dream manipulations! I cancel every negative word!’
6. Judg 15:4-5. Pray, ‘In Jesus name, I enter as a blazing fire into the field of the wicked! I burn up every work of hell! I deny the devil any harvest in the church, in my city and in my family! Every planting of the devil; catch fire!’
7. 2 Kgs 1:10-12. Pray, ‘O God, there are people who need to know that I am yours! Lord, answer them by the judgment of fire! Tonight, let the fire of judgment go forth and destroy every agent of hell set against my destiny!’
8. Pray, ‘O’ Lord, you have sent me to light up many lives! I receive your anointing to minister your word! I receive your grace to turn men from darkness into light! Miracles and wonders will follow my life in Jesus name!
9. Ps 104:4. Pray, ‘This year, everywhere I go, let there be a God encounter! Let the mantles that I have contacted begin to speak! Let every grace in this house be manifest in me! I am anointed! There is fire in my hand! Fire!’
10. Pray, ‘O Lord, this revival will never end! This grace will never diminish! Darkness will never return to my life! Strange people and forces will not quench my fire! I receive your covenant of unending grace in Jesus name!’

"Dear men, any girl who says you must marry her before Knacking doesn't love you and is not a Vîrgin. You need to Test and confirm before putting a ring." Nosa Rex

"Sometimes I don't just understand what is wrong with some men. I can't believe that in 2025, a man will still be dating a girl and planning to marry her when he hasn't Knacked her even once. Forget all this stories of pre-marital s£x and all that. The world is changing and we need to move with the world. Before you marry any girl, you're supposed to Knack her. If she says she's a Vîrgin, knack her and confirm. What if you marry her and realize that her Kuntos is slacked? Knacking is a very important part of marriage which shouldn't be joked with. You both might even love each other but aren't compatible in Bêd. You need to check every corner of the Kuntos and be sure you like it before paying bride price.
There are some girls that go around Knacking everywhere and when they want to get married, they start forming Holy Mary. Men! Be wise so you don't fall for any of their trîcks. D0ke before you marry. If any girl says you can't d0ke her before marriage, just leave her and move on. A lot of marriages faîl because of S£x issues but they'll never tell you

Nosa rex

My humble opinion on this:
Do not let all these celebrities that have succeeded already lure you in to fornication All in the name of trying to follow the trend or to adapt cos the world is changing what if after sleeping with the lady and one or two happened the marriage didn't work out again
Moral lesson: if you test all the ladies and end up marrying none what did you gain

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A SNAKE IN THE ROOM!

I was in my room last night when my neighbour
started screaming... "Help! Help! Snake ooo! "

I ran to her room with a strong wood in my hand.
When I dashed into her room, I saw a very big snake facing my neighbour inside her
sitting room and other neighbours joined me with their heavy sticks.

We all started shouting, "Today is the end of your life, you evil snake!".
I wanted to be a hero that night, so I first of all ran to the snake to hit it with my wood. It turned and faced us with red
eyes. Then, I said if I count 1 to 3, we should hit the snake at once which we all agreed. I started counting, 1...2....3 go! Then, Peeeeeeeem! NEPA seized the light and deep darkness covered the room.

Omo come and see stamped in the room, the worst part was that non of us remembered where the door was located. My neighbors and I were just jumping haphazardly like reggae dancers on stage because we didn't know whether the snake was close by. Some people climbed chairs while some climbed the center table. Me I found myself on top of the fridge. We were just hitting one another with our sticks thinking it was the snake! If somebody mistakenly touch another person a heavy wood will hit the person with immediate alacrity.

As I was standing on the fridge, few seconds later something soft touched my ankle! Omo I didn't waste time in hitting the thing with my big stick! Immediately, I heard cry in the room Somebody was shouting "Jesus! My head oo! Who hit me?" It was then I realized that I had hit a human being. I moved blindly forward to console the person then I mistakenly fell from the fridge and my hand touched something that looked like somebody's kneel! Almost immediately a heavy wood landed on my hand I shouted "Blood of God who hit me" Papa Emeka shouted "Jesus Jerry no vex na me, I think say na the snake touch me.

Few seconds later Nepa restored power supply and everywhere became bright again. I looked up and saw papa David hanging on the ceiling fan.

"Dear men, any girl who says you must marry her before Knacking doesn't love you and is not a Vîrgin. You need to Test and confirm before putting a ring." Nosa Rex

"Sometimes I don't just understand what is wrong with some men. I can't believe that in 2025, a man will still be dating a girl and planning to marry her when he hasn't Knacked her even once. Forget all this stories of pre-marital s£x and all that. The world is changing and we need to move with the world. Before you marry any girl, you're supposed to Knack her. If she says she's a Vîrgin, knack her and confirm. What if you marry her and realize that her Kuntos is slacked? Knacking is a very important part of marriage which shouldn't be joked with. You both might even love each other but aren't compatible in Bêd. You need to check every corner of the Kuntos and be sure you like it before paying bride price.
There are some girls that go around Knacking everywhere and when they want to get married, they start forming Holy Mary. Men! Be wise so you don't fall for any of their trîcks. D0ke before you marry. If any girl says you can't d0ke her before marriage, just leave her and move on. A lot of marriages faîl because of S£x issues but they'll never tell you."

— Nosa Rex

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Men are everywhere,looking for wives,Women are everywhere also looking for husbands.But the question is why are they not seeing each other?