My mother confessed to me that the man who I thought was my uncle all my life was actually my brother, my elder brother.

Charles is my son, My first son; Your Brother!. My mother confessed to me.

How do you mean mom? What do you mean? How is that possible? I asked my mother. It's a long story Ayochidi, I will tell you all about it, but now I just have to get out of here and go confront Chief Okoye. My mother said to me.

How are you going to do that? I asked my mother. I will figure something out. She replied me. Mom, why you are figuring something out, I need to know how come Uncle Charles is my brother. Does he even know that you are his mother? I asked my mother. But instead I saw tears coming out of her eyes. He doesn't. My mother replied.

Why is everything about my family fvvcked up this bad. Why is everything difficult? I yelled at my mother.

Calm down. Ayochidi. Olivia said to me. The warden is monitoring my behavior.

Should I even believe that you are my mother? I asked my mother. Ayochidi the warden is looking at you. Calm down. Olivia said to me.

I'm your mother. Joyce said to me. I can't believe that. At this point I need a DNA test. I can't believe what ever word that comes out of your mouth. You have no difference with Angela or even Chief Okoye, All you guys do is lie upon lie. I don't even know who to believe anymore. I said.

Is everything alright here? The warden came and asked me. I nodded to yes. Everything is alright. Joyce said.

Everything is not alright. I'm out of here. I said as I left the prison.

Ayochidi I think you are overreacting, I mean your mother must have a reason for hiding the identity of Charles all this time. Olivia said to me.

She has no right, No one does. I won't blame you because you ain't in my shoes right now. I said to Olivia.

In your shoes? Really Ayochidi. Your shoes? I'm wearing the same exact shoes as you are, my life is in danger why because of I Love You. All because I care about you and here you are telling me about shoes? Shoes? Really? Shoes!. Olivia said and angrily went into the car.

At that point I realized I fvvcked up, But at the same time I was too angry apologize. I went into the car and Olivia didn't speak to me. She faced her side of the glass as I drove.

We drove back to Jide's house, Jide saw how angry Olivia is as she went upstairs to her room.

What happened? Jide asked me. Nothing just girls problem. Have you been able to track down Chief Okoye? I asked Jide. We are still working on that. Jide said.

It's seems like you are delaying, you are slowing down. You just have found and fished him out by now. I said to Jide. If it was that easy why don't you fish him out yourself Ayochidi? Guy don't shift your relationship problems to me. I don't know what is going on between you and your girl but I think you should go and apologize. Jide said to me.

At first I was reluctant. But Jide left me to go meet his boys. After few minutes of standing alone, I finally went upstairs to meet Olivia.

I saw she was sitted on the bed still angry as I came in.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm wrong. Forgive me babe. I said to Olivia. Ayochidi what you said is wrong. I have been through this struggle, this war with you from day one, And gaslighting me like that isn't fair. Olivia said.

I'm sorry my love. It won't happen again. I said as I went close and kissed Olivia. The kiss followed an intense romance. We ended up making out and sleeping off.

We were sleeping off when Jide came into the room tapping me to wake up. Ayochidi wake up. Jide said and immediately I sprung up.

Come to the living room. Jide said. And immediately I followed Jide to the living room and then Olivia came down after.

It was a TV news. Chief Okoye was found déad in an abandoned building and the culprit was found seriously injured.

When the image of the culprit appeared on the screen, I was shocked. My mother was the culprit. She was rushed to the hospital.

How did she escape from Prison?

Your shares is my biggest motivation to continue.

To Be Continued...

Title: Promise 30.

SEE WHAT A SLAY QUEEN NEIGHBOR DOES WITH HER NEIGHBORS' SON
Episode 3

Life was slowly beginning to change for Kobe after Auntie Merera’s arrest. The house felt different now. Even though his parents tried their best to smile and joke with him, Kobe could still feel the heavy silence in the air. Sometimes, he would wake up at night to hear his mother crying softly in the living room, whispering prayers for him.

The once lively Kobe was still struggling to return fully to the boy he had been. His nightmares were frequent — dreams where he would find himself trapped in Auntie Merera’s house, unable to escape no matter how loudly he screamed.

One afternoon, as Kobe sat quietly drawing pictures at the dining table, his father, Mr. Omari, came and sat beside him.

"Kobe," he said gently, "do you want to talk to Daddy about anything?"

Kobe put down his pencil and looked into his father's eyes. For the first time in months, he felt safe. But instead of speaking, he burst into tears. Mr. Omari immediately pulled him into a warm hug and allowed him to cry as much as he wanted. He did not interrupt him. He just held him tightly, rocking him gently.

From that day, Mr. and Mrs. Omari enrolled Kobe in a counseling center specifically for children who had faced trauma. It was there Kobe met Miss Clara, a young, friendly therapist who always wore colorful dresses and carried a little teddy bear with her to every session.

"This bear," Miss Clara would say, handing it to Kobe, "is called Brave. And you, Kobe, are Brave too."

At first, Kobe would barely speak during sessions, but Miss Clara was patient. Slowly, with time, Kobe began to open up more — not just about Auntie Merera, but about how abandoned he had felt when his parents were always working.

"I missed you both," Kobe said one evening as his parents sat with him at dinner. "Even before... everything happened."

Mr. and Mrs. Omari exchanged guilty looks. They realized that while they had been busy trying to secure Kobe’s future, they had neglected his present.

From that day forward, the Omari family made a new rule:
Family Time Every Evening.

No matter how busy work got, no matter how tired they were, they all had to spend two hours every evening together — playing board games, reading stories, cooking, or even just talking.

Gradually, the deep wounds in Kobe's heart began to heal. The nightmares became fewer. The smiles became more genuine. The bed-wetting reduced until one morning, Kobe woke up to a dry bed for the first time in months.

"Mummy! Daddy! Come and see!" he shouted excitedly.

When Mr. and Mrs. Omari rushed into his room and saw the clean sheets, they all burst into laughter and tears. They hugged and danced together right there in Kobe’s room.

At school, Auntie Anichi continued to check in on him often.

"Kobe, my champion," she would say, patting his head fondly. "You are so brave. Always remember that."

Meanwhile, news spread in the community about Auntie Merera’s arrest. Many parents became more cautious, and talks about child protection increased in the neighborhood.

One Saturday morning, Mr. Omari organized a Community Awareness Meeting at the town hall. He stood before the crowd and spoke from his heart.

"We almost lost our son," he said with a shaky voice. "We were too busy. Too trusting. And it cost us dearly. Please, let’s not assume that danger only comes from strangers. Sometimes, the greatest danger is someone you trust."

From that meeting, a new Neighborhood Watch group was formed. Volunteers patrolled after school hours, ensuring that children returned home safely. New rules were set: no child would stay alone with any adult without parental permission. The community finally woke up.

But despite the healing happening in Kobe's life, there was still one loose end — the court case.

Kobe was called to testify in court against Auntie Merera. It was a terrifying thought for a 10-year-old, but with Miss Clara and Auntie Anichi’s help, he prepared bravely.

The day he entered the courtroom, he felt his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Auntie Merera sat there, dressed simply, looking nothing like the happy neighbor he had once known.

"Kobe," the judge said kindly, "just tell us the truth. You are safe here."

With trembling hands but a strong voice, Kobe narrated everything — from the beginning to the end. Every adult in the courtroom listened in stunned silence. Some mothers sobbed quietly. Some men clenched their fists in anger.

By the end of the trial, Auntie Merera was found guilty of child sexual assault and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison with no option of parole.

It was over.

Really over.

As Kobe walked out of the courtroom, he felt the heavy burden that had been sitting on his chest lift for the first time. He was free.

Months passed.

Kobe returned fully to the vibrant boy he had once been — excelling in school, winning medals in soccer, laughing freely with his friends. He still visited Miss Clara occasionally, but it was now for happy talks, not heavy ones.

One evening, as he sat outside with his parents, looking at the sunset, he smiled and said, "I'm happy again."

Mr. and Mrs. Omari looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and his mother whispered, "Thank you, God, for giving us our son back."

To be continued...

To Be continued.....

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: Cristiano’s goal sends Portugal into the FINAL of the Nations League.

Regina, you’re like a child to me. You grew up in my presence. I remember when you and your mother used to come to my house — small, respectful girl. I watched you grow, and I honestly thought you had sense… that you’d marry someone close to your age. But no, greed carried you far.

Private jets, designer bags, flying around the world — all for a lifestyle you could’ve worked for yourself. Instead, you married a man old enough to be your great-grandfather, all because you wanted luxury overnight. My dear, that’s not success. That’s shortcut.

You think because you now have some fame and money, you can open your mouth and talk to me anyhow? When I talk, you should be listening. I’m the woman you wish to be — I built myself, no shortcuts, no sugar-coated help. Everything I have today, I earned it with my sweat.

Don’t get it twisted — I won’t trade words with you again. I know you just want to trend. You and your husband have been quiet for a while, and this is your way of reminding Nigerians that you still exist. But me? I don't need stunts. My name speaks for itself.

And please, don’t mistake marriage for maturity. If you insult me again, I’ll remind you of everything you’ve tried to sweep under the rug.

This is your final warning. Don’t cross that line again."- Angela okorie fires back at Regina Daniels after she called her mad.

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*HAVE YOU READ THIS 👇🏾*
*Good morning/ good day, food for thought...*
1. Burial rice tastes nice until it’s cooked in your compound.
2. ⁠When the axe came to the forest, the trees said the handle is one of us. Until they felt its cuts:. *BETRAYAL IS within.*
3. ⁠When a kid grows up, a pencil is replaced by a pen just to make the kid realize that now it is not easy to erase the mistake.
4. ⁠One day, the ground we walk on will be our roof.
5. ⁠If loyalty was real, water is not supposed to cook the fish.
6. ⁠People don’t abandon people they love. They abandon people they are using.
7. ⁠How I wish *RIP* means *Return If Possible.*
8. ⁠One *sad truth* about life is that *you may not even be part of the future you’re stressed about.*
9. ⁠*The day you lose your father is the day you will realize that you have lost the only man who wanted to see you better than him.*
10. ⁠The sheep lived all her life, fearing the wolf, *but it was the shepherd that finally ate it.*
11. ⁠When we were kids, we cried loudly to be noticed. But now we cry silently because we don’t want anyone to know.
12. ⁠My mom always said, "don’t talk while eating." I never knew she was talking about life.
13. ⁠Just because you have a good mom, doesn’t mean your dad has a good wife.
14. ⁠Is this the life we were kicking our mothers' stomachs for?
15. ⁠Just because you’re a good person, doesn’t mean the world owes you kindness.
16. ⁠When the blind man sees, he throws away the stick that has been helping him for years.
17. ⁠*Nowadays you need money to become a member of your own family.*
18. ⁠FAMILY is like a FOREST from a distance. They are all close until you get closer to see how SEPARATED trees are:
19. ⁠Just play along... *EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING.*
*HAPPY NEW WEEK*

When a woman replaces you with peace—not another man—you can be sure it’s truly over. That’s the part so many misses. They see her silence and think she’s just confused, that her distance is only temporary, that she’s simply being emotional and will come back when the storm passes. But what they don’t realize is this: when a woman starts craving peace more than your presence, you’ve already lost her.
She’s not searching for someone else to save her. She’s not rebounding—she’s recovering. She’s not hoping to make you jealous—she’s quietly, powerfully, making herself whole again. The most unstoppable version of a woman is the one who no longer needs to be heard, fixed, or fought for—because she’s finally found safety in her own space.
It’s not that she didn’t love you. In fact, she loved you so deeply that she forgot to love herself. She showed up, stood by you, and gave you grace you didn’t even realize you needed. But eventually, she grew tired—tired of begging for the bare minimum, tired of questioning her worth, tired of feeling like loving you meant losing pieces of herself.
So now, she’s exchanged chaos for clarity. Arguments for quiet mornings. Anxiety for deep, steady breaths. That constant feeling of walking on eggshells has been replaced with a sanctuary she’s built for her own peace. There are no loud exits, no dramatic goodbyes—just a gentle, resolute absence. Because when a woman truly heals, she doesn’t chase closure—she becomes it.
Another man could have been forgiven. She could have competed, cried, or pleaded. But when peace walks in and takes your place, understand that her soul has already moved on—and where she’s going, you’re simply not invited.
To every woman who has chosen herself, who has chosen peace over pain, and healing over chaos—your strength is a quiet revolution. Your journey is proof that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is walk away and build a life that feels like home inside your own heart.

The Deeper You Think, The Further You See

"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world."

Thoughts shape your world—dig deeper, and you’ll uncover truths hidden in the shallow.

Think better, live better—because a cluttered mind builds a crumbling life.

Think deeper, fly higher—roots don’t just anchor you, they fuel your rise.

Think broader, spread wider—small minds build cages, great ones open doors.

Crush narrow thinking, escape a narrow life—fear shrinks you before the world ever does.

Think better, act wiser—your choices are just thoughts turned solid.

Think better, behave brighter—how you see yourself is how the world sees you.

Think dry, run dry—starvation starts in the mind before it hits the body.
Think full, live full—abundance isn’t luck, it’s a mindset.

Think small, stay small—limits you accept become walls you can’t escape.

Think great, become great—vision isn’t prophecy, it’s preparation.

Think up or fade out—growth isn’t optional, it’s survival.

Start thinking deeper, stop sinking slowly—the weight of the surface will drown you.

Listen to Apostle Paul "Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." — Philippians 4:8 (NIV)

Now go think. Then go do.

Good morning. Have a great day...

SO THAT WE WILL BE MANY!

Beloved brethren,

This message is not to stir enmity, but to bring balance to an unbalanced position shared by a fellow believer. When matters cross denominational lines, they must be weighed by Scripture and sound doctrine—not personal bias or emotion.

The brother in question did not speak by prophecy, and even if he had, Scripture commands us to judge all things (1 Corinthians 14:29). Neither did he rightly handle doctrine to show how the song’s lyrics contradict the gospel or biblical truth. Instead, his critique rested on three non-doctrinal points:
1. The song’s popularity and viral trend.
2. His personal view of Gaise Baba’s hairstyle and public demeanor.
3. Pastor Lawrence Oyor wearing a headband labeled “Jesus,” along with the presence of dance in the video, which he dismisses as mere “vibes.”

While these observations may reflect personal preferences, they do not amount to doctrinal error nor invalidate our faith in Christ. Corrections, if necessary, should be done in love, not with public disdain.

There is no such thing as a “gospel beat”—only a gospel message. As a psalmist, I know that while certain beats may not stir spiritual expression or suit all messages, that doesn’t mean upbeat songs lack spiritual value. The video in question was shot in church, the dancers were believers (including children and elders), and the lyrics were Christ-centered and edifying. The dance was not sensual or suggestive, and the ministers carried themselves with reverence.

If unbelievers relate to the sound, that’s not a license to reduce it to “vibes.” Rather, it’s an opportunity to teach the truth embedded in the sound now that we have their attention.

The statements made by the brother were not grounded in Scripture and lacked wise counsel. If he truly seeks to address worldliness, he must apply the same scrutiny to elements like microphones, lighting, or stage design—also “of the world” in origin. But clearly, that would be an unbiblical standard.

The spirit of his correction was more deceptive than discerning. And those who support it seem to be responding from personal taste, not Scripture.

Finally, let us not respond with insults. If we attack him for criticizing a minister we admire, are we not guilty of the same error? This is not a war over who is right, but a call to edify the Church in truth and love. Disagreements are welcome—if they are backed by sound doctrine.

Your brother in Christ,
Prophet Joel Ogebe

SO THAT WE WILL BE MANY!

Beloved brethren,

This message is not to stir enmity, but to bring balance to an unbalanced position shared by a fellow believer. When matters cross denominational lines, they must be weighed by Scripture and sound doctrine—not personal bias or emotion.

The brother in question did not speak by prophecy, and even if he had, Scripture commands us to judge all things (1 Corinthians 14:29). Neither did he rightly handle doctrine to show how the song’s lyrics contradict the gospel or biblical truth. Instead, his critique rested on three non-doctrinal points:
1. The song’s popularity and viral trend.
2. His personal view of Gaise Baba’s hairstyle and public demeanor.
3. Pastor Lawrence Oyor wearing a headband labeled “Jesus,” along with the presence of dance in the video, which he dismisses as mere “vibes.”

While these observations may reflect personal preferences, they do not amount to doctrinal error nor invalidate our faith in Christ. Corrections, if necessary, should be done in love, not with public disdain.

There is no such thing as a “gospel beat”—only a gospel message. As a psalmist, I know that while certain beats may not stir spiritual expression or suit all messages, that doesn’t mean upbeat songs lack spiritual value. The video in question was shot in church, the dancers were believers (including children and elders), and the lyrics were Christ-centered and edifying. The dance was not sensual or suggestive, and the ministers carried themselves with reverence.

If unbelievers relate to the sound, that’s not a license to reduce it to “vibes.” Rather, it’s an opportunity to teach the truth embedded in the sound now that we have their attention.

The statements made by the brother were not grounded in Scripture and lacked wise counsel. If he truly seeks to address worldliness, he must apply the same scrutiny to elements like microphones, lighting, or stage design—also “of the world” in origin. But clearly, that would be an unbiblical standard.

The spirit of his correction was more deceptive than discerning. And those who support it seem to be responding from personal taste, not Scripture.

Finally, let us not respond with insults. If we attack him for criticizing a minister we admire, are we not guilty of the same error? This is not a war over who is right, but a call to edify the Church in truth and love. Disagreements are welcome—if they are backed by sound doctrine.

Your brother in Christ,
Prophet Joel Ogebe

SO THAT WE WILL BE MANY!

Beloved brethren,

This message is not to stir enmity, but to bring balance to an unbalanced position shared by a fellow believer. When matters cross denominational lines, they must be weighed by Scripture and sound doctrine—not personal bias or emotion.

The brother in question did not speak by prophecy, and even if he had, Scripture commands us to judge all things (1 Corinthians 14:29). Neither did he rightly handle doctrine to show how the song’s lyrics contradict the gospel or biblical truth. Instead, his critique rested on three non-doctrinal points:
1. The song’s popularity and viral trend.
2. His personal view of Gaise Baba’s hairstyle and public demeanor.
3. Pastor Lawrence Oyor wearing a headband labeled “Jesus,” along with the presence of dance in the video, which he dismisses as mere “vibes.”

While these observations may reflect personal preferences, they do not amount to doctrinal error nor invalidate our faith in Christ. Corrections, if necessary, should be done in love, not with public disdain.

There is no such thing as a “gospel beat”—only a gospel message. As a psalmist, I know that while certain beats may not stir spiritual expression or suit all messages, that doesn’t mean upbeat songs lack spiritual value. The video in question was shot in church, the dancers were believers (including children and elders), and the lyrics were Christ-centered and edifying. The dance was not sensual or suggestive, and the ministers carried themselves with reverence.

If unbelievers relate to the sound, that’s not a license to reduce it to “vibes.” Rather, it’s an opportunity to teach the truth embedded in the sound now that we have their attention.

The statements made by the brother were not grounded in Scripture and lacked wise counsel. If he truly seeks to address worldliness, he must apply the same scrutiny to elements like microphones, lighting, or stage design—also “of the world” in origin. But clearly, that would be an unbiblical standard.

The spirit of his correction was more deceptive than discerning. And those who support it seem to be responding from personal taste, not Scripture.

Finally, let us not respond with insults. If we attack him for criticizing a minister we admire, are we not guilty of the same error? This is not a war over who is right, but a call to edify the Church in truth and love. Disagreements are welcome—if they are backed by sound doctrine.

Your brother in Christ,
Prophet Joel Ogebe

SO THAT WE WILL BE MANY!

Beloved brethren,

This message is not to stir enmity, but to bring balance to an unbalanced position shared by a fellow believer. When matters cross denominational lines, they must be weighed by Scripture and sound doctrine—not personal bias or emotion.

The brother in question did not speak by prophecy, and even if he had, Scripture commands us to judge all things (1 Corinthians 14:29). Neither did he rightly handle doctrine to show how the song’s lyrics contradict the gospel or biblical truth. Instead, his critique rested on three non-doctrinal points:
1. The song’s popularity and viral trend.
2. His personal view of Gaise Baba’s hairstyle and public demeanor.
3. Pastor Lawrence Oyor wearing a headband labeled “Jesus,” along with the presence of dance in the video, which he dismisses as mere “vibes.”

While these observations may reflect personal preferences, they do not amount to doctrinal error nor invalidate our faith in Christ. Corrections, if necessary, should be done in love, not with public disdain.

There is no such thing as a “gospel beat”—only a gospel message. As a psalmist, I know that while certain beats may not stir spiritual expression or suit all messages, that doesn’t mean upbeat songs lack spiritual value. The video in question was shot in church, the dancers were believers (including children and elders), and the lyrics were Christ-centered and edifying. The dance was not sensual or suggestive, and the ministers carried themselves with reverence.

If unbelievers relate to the sound, that’s not a license to reduce it to “vibes.” Rather, it’s an opportunity to teach the truth embedded in the sound now that we have their attention.

The statements made by the brother were not grounded in Scripture and lacked wise counsel. If he truly seeks to address worldliness, he must apply the same scrutiny to elements like microphones, lighting, or stage design—also “of the world” in origin. But clearly, that would be an unbiblical standard.

The spirit of his correction was more deceptive than discerning. And those who support it seem to be responding from personal taste, not Scripture.

Finally, let us not respond with insults. If we attack him for criticizing a minister we admire, are we not guilty of the same error? This is not a war over who is right, but a call to edify the Church in truth and love. Disagreements are welcome—if they are backed by sound doctrine.

Your brother in Christ,
Prophet Joel Ogebe

SO THAT WE WILL BE MANY!

Beloved brethren,

This message is not to stir enmity, but to bring balance to an unbalanced position shared by a fellow believer. When matters cross denominational lines, they must be weighed by Scripture and sound doctrine—not personal bias or emotion.

The brother in question did not speak by prophecy, and even if he had, Scripture commands us to judge all things (1 Corinthians 14:29). Neither did he rightly handle doctrine to show how the song’s lyrics contradict the gospel or biblical truth. Instead, his critique rested on three non-doctrinal points:
1. The song’s popularity and viral trend.
2. His personal view of Gaise Baba’s hairstyle and public demeanor.
3. Pastor Lawrence Oyor wearing a headband labeled “Jesus,” along with the presence of dance in the video, which he dismisses as mere “vibes.”

While these observations may reflect personal preferences, they do not amount to doctrinal error nor invalidate our faith in Christ. Corrections, if necessary, should be done in love, not with public disdain.

There is no such thing as a “gospel beat”—only a gospel message. As a psalmist, I know that while certain beats may not stir spiritual expression or suit all messages, that doesn’t mean upbeat songs lack spiritual value. The video in question was shot in church, the dancers were believers (including children and elders), and the lyrics were Christ-centered and edifying. The dance was not sensual or suggestive, and the ministers carried themselves with reverence.

If unbelievers relate to the sound, that’s not a license to reduce it to “vibes.” Rather, it’s an opportunity to teach the truth embedded in the sound now that we have their attention.

The statements made by the brother were not grounded in Scripture and lacked wise counsel. If he truly seeks to address worldliness, he must apply the same scrutiny to elements like microphones, lighting, or stage design—also “of the world” in origin. But clearly, that would be an unbiblical standard.

The spirit of his correction was more deceptive than discerning. And those who support it seem to be responding from personal taste, not Scripture.

Finally, let us not respond with insults. If we attack him for criticizing a minister we admire, are we not guilty of the same error? This is not a war over who is right, but a call to edify the Church in truth and love. Disagreements are welcome—if they are backed by sound doctrine.

Your brother in Christ,
Prophet Joel Ogebe