A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
FINALE
The morning sun shone brightly as Grace stepped out of the car, smoothing her dress with nervous hands. Michael stood beside her, his warm fingers intertwining with hers—a silent promise of strength.
"Ready?" he murmured.
Grace took a deep breath, looking at their children—Sarah, Daniel, and Joy—standing behind them like soldiers ready for battle.
"More than ready."
Today, the truth would be heard.
The sanctuary was packed.
As Grace and Michael walked down the aisle together, whispers erupted like wildfire. Heads turned. Eyes widened.
Pastor Gideon, mid-prayer at the pulpit, froze when he saw them. His mouth went slack, his hands gripping the podium until his knuckles turned white.
Grace met his gaze—and smiled.
The pastor's face drained of color.
When testimony time came, Grace didn't wait to be called. She stood, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked to the microphone.
Michael joined her, his presence steady beside her.
"Good morning, church," Grace began, her voice clear. "Some of you know me. Some of you... have heard lies about me."
She turned to face Pastor Gideon, whose smile had turned sickly.
"But today, you'll hear the truth."
And then, she told them everything.
How Pastor Gideon had preyed on her during her weakest moment.
How he'd twisted scripture to convince her to abandon her marriage.
How he'd taken her money—every last naira—while pretending it was "God's will."
Michael stepped forward then, his voice booming as he revealed the bank statements, the manipulated texts, the other women who'd come forward—widows, single mothers, all victims of the same scheme.
The congregation erupted.
"Sister Ngozi lost her house because of him!" a woman shouted.
"He told me my sick child would die if I didn't give offerings!" another cried.
Pastor Gideon stumbled back, sweat pouring down his face. "T-these are lies—!"
Then Sarah stood, holding up her phone. "No. This is a lie."
And she played the recording—his voice, clear as day, demanding Grace's last millions.
The church exploded.
Pastor Gideon bolted.
He shoved through the crowd, knocking over chairs as he sprinted for the exit. But the ushers—men who'd once obeyed his every word—grabbed him.
"You devil!" one roared.
The mob surged. Fists flew. A deacon's punch sent the pastor crashing into the communion table, wine spilling like blood across his white robes.
Grace didn't flinch.
Police sirens wailed outside.
The trial was swift.
Fifteen years for fraud. For exploitation. For shattering lives under the guise of God.
As the judge pronounced the sentence, Grace exhaled—a weight she hadn't known she carried lifting at last.
Michael squeezed her hand.
It was over.
Months later, the Thompson home was alive with laughter again.
Michael, once a workaholic, now built pillow forts with Joy on Saturdays.
Sarah, no longer sullen, sang as she helped Grace cook Sunday dinner.
Daniel, quiet but content, taught Grace how to use social media—"To help others spot wolves in sheep's clothing," he said wisely.
One evening, as they sat around the firepit, Grace looked at her family—whole again—and felt tears prick her eyes.
Michael kissed her temple. "What is it?"
Grace smiled. "I almost lost this. Lost you."
Joy climbed into her lap. "But you didn't, Mama."
And as the fire crackled, warming them all, Grace knew—
No false shepherd could touch them now.
The new pastor was kind. Real.
Under his leadership, the church became what it was meant to be—a refuge. A family.
And every Sunday, front and center, sat the Thompsons.
Together.
The End.
The wolf was gone. The flock was safe. And the Thompson family?
They thrived.

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 9
The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the Thompson family home, painting the walls in warm gold. Grace stood by the kitchen window, watching as Michael played with Joy in the backyard—their laughter floating through the open window like music.
Six months had passed since the hospital. Six months of healing—of late-night talks, family dinners, and slow, steady rebuilding.
Grace smiled as she poured tea into two cups—one with two sugars and a splash of milk for Michael, the other just the way she liked it.
She had never thought she would feel this kind of peace again.
It happened on a quiet evening.
Grace was curled up on the couch, flipping through an old photo album—pictures of birthdays, vacations, moments she had almost lost forever.
Michael sat beside her, watching her face as she traced a finger over a snapshot of their wedding day.
"Grace," he said softly.
She turned to him—and froze.
Michael was on one knee, holding a simple gold band. Not a new ring.
Her ring.
The one she had left behind.
"Marry me again," he whispered. "Not because we have to. Because we want to."
Grace’s hands trembled as she reached for him. "Yes," she breathed. "A thousand times, yes."
They decided to do it in the south of France—just the five of them.
No fanfare. No crowds. No pressure.
Just love.
The ceremony took place on a small cliff overlooking the Mediterranean, the sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and blooming flowers. Sarah and Daniel stood as witnesses, grinning as they held the rings. Joy, dressed in a tiny white dress, scattered petals at Grace’s feet.
When the officiant pronounced them husband and wife (again), Michael didn’t wait for permission to kiss her.
Grace melted into him, her heart so full she thought it might burst.
Later, as they watched the sunset paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, Michael squeezed her hand.
"We’re going to make him pay, Grace," he murmured.
She didn’t need to ask who he meant.
Pastor Gideon.
The flight home was filled with quiet planning.
"We can’t just accuse him," Sarah said, surprisingly sharp for a teenager. "We need proof."
Michael nodded. "I’ve already started looking. There are others—women he’s manipulated, money he’s stolen."
Grace’s stomach twisted. She had been one of many.
But not the last.
Never the last.
"We’ll expose him," she said, her voice steady for the first time in months. "Publicly. So he can’t hurt anyone else."
The children exchanged glances, then grinned.
It was time for revenge.
The Sunday after their return, Grace walked into Pastor Gideon’s church for the first time since her collapse.
Heads turned. Whispers followed.
Pastor Gideon, mid-sermon, faltered when he saw her.
But Grace didn’t flinch.
She walked straight to the front row—where Michael and the children waited—and sat down.
The pastor’s smile was strained. "Sister Grace! What a... surprise."
Grace merely smiled.
You have no idea what’s coming.
After the service, Grace requested a private meeting.
The pastor’s office was just as she remembered—opulent, suffocating.
"You look... well," he said, eyeing her warily.
Grace folded her hands. "I am. Thanks to my family."
A flicker of unease crossed his face.
She leaned forward. "I know what you did, Pastor. And I’m not the only one."
His smile froze. "I don’t know what—"
Michael stepped out of the shadows, holding a recorder. "We have testimonies from five other women. Bank records. Even your *texts*."
Pastor Gideon paled.
Sarah, standing in the doorway with her phone, smirked. "Oh, and this is being livestreamed to the entire congregation."
The pastor’s chair screeched as he stood. "You can’t—"
Grace rose, her voice calm. "Watch us."
TO BE CONTINUED...

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Story: 14yrs old JSS3 girl says she sl€€ps with 12 to 20 men daily for ₦1k.

Yesterday, Amotekun busted a s£x trafficking syndicate in Ogun state. Where they lure kids and use them as s€x slaves charging customers as low as ₦1k per session.

14yrs old victim said they brought her from Akwa Ibom on the promise that she’ll work as a sales girl.

On getting there, they gave her some drugs, the boss lady cut her hair and told her that, if she runs away, she’ll use the hair to kill her.

Ever since, she has been working as a prostitute for her madam, Mrs. Edem Joy. Who claimed she also had a boss, Mrs Okutoro Yemisi, 60.

They lure g!rls from Akwa Ibom, Calabar and Delta State .. but mostly from Akwa Ibom — make them swear with their blood, hairs and or Bible.. that they’d never confess or runaway.

After which, tie them down with drugs and charms and dispatch them to different hotels.. with the promise of letting them go after a year and settling them with a phone and a box of clothes.

The girls hinted that, their boss uses the tissue used by the men for ritual purposes, because they ensured they submitted it after every session.

They charge as low as 1k and as high as ₦5k, but submit all the cash to Mrs Edem.

The youngest amongst them was a 12yrs old girl. Authorities received an anonymous tip on 8th of February. They were arrested at , Railway Line Hotel, Old Bank Bus Stop, in Ifo town.

Lubricant, drugs, cash and charms were reportedly recovered from the suspects

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An Italian museum has called on patrons to "respect art" after a couple was filmed breaking a chair covered in hundreds of glittering crystals
 
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*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 16/06/2025*

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Appeal Court nullifies Emefiele’s asset forfeiture

Fed Govt set to acquire 12 Viper jets to boost NAF’s capability

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Davido cancels UK show at Tottenham Hotspur stadium amid production issues

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Italy-bound passenger arrested with drugs hidden in winter jackets

Three nabbed in Ghana for smuggling stolen Nigerian SUVs

Nigerian nationals in India beg FG: We want to come home


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*DID YOU KNOW?*

* The Magna Carta, meaning “Great Charter,” is a historical document that King John of England agreed to in 1215, granting certain rights and liberties to barons and free men. It established the principle that the king was not above the law and paved the way for limited government and the rule of law.

* 99.9% of your DNA is identical to very other human – it’s the 0.1% that makes us unique.
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Tinubu hails fathers as pillars of nation-building

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*TODAY IN HISTORY*

* On this day in 1976, South African police killed hundreds of protesting schoolchildren. An estimated 20,000 youth were protesting against the introduction of Afrikaans as the languages of instruction in their schools when police officers started firing into the crowd.

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You gotta keep ur head up even when the road is hard, never give up. – Tupac Shakur

Good morning

*Compiled by Hon. Osuji George [email protected], +234-8122200446*

Auckland City Squad are made up of the following:

- Teacher.
- Sheet metal worker.
- Customer service at Samsung.
- Factory employee.
- Hardware store owner.
- Hairdresser.
- Sales manager at Coca-Cola.
- Painter

None of them earn a salary, just a travel allowance of $90.

*Office of the Commissioner*
*Ministry of Primary and Secondary Education, Imo State*


*NEW OUTBREAK OF DIPHTHERIA IN A FEW TOWNS IN ORLU LGA*

To:.All Principals and Primary Schools HMs (Public and Private)

1. Please notenand be aware that there are reported cases of the deaths of a few school-aged children who obviously are pupils and students (schools yet unknown because they took ill and died subsequently, this, allegedly, is as result of reported cases of outbreak of Diphtheria in some parts of Orlu LGA.

2. The report, as it is trickling in so far, says that thie very new outbreak of Diphtheria is for now concentrated around *Amihie Ward, Obibi Ochasi, Okwuabala and Ogberuru toens -all in Orlu LGA of Imo State*

3. There are 3 confirmed fatalities so far; in respect of the privacy of the parents of the decease; unfortunately, therefore, we can not list their names because of the ages of the deceased -2 boys and a girl. It will be unethical and unprofessional for their names to be published here.

3. There are also about 3 other cases that have been reported involving some families around *Okwuabala and Ihiteowere axis* in Orlu LGA

4. I wish to inform all Imolites through this medium, specifically, essentially abd especially, to Principals of all Public and Private secondary Schools, and the HMs of all Public and Private Primary Schools within *Obibi Ochasi, Ogberuru, Okwuabala, Ihioma Clan, Ihittenansa, Asaa Uberielem, Umuhu Okabia and all other schools that are within, and around the adjournment commuties*, to know that all Primary and Secondary are temporarily close down till further notice.

*Now, to all parents, guardians, and stakeholders in the education sector of Orlu LGA and Imo State*

1. May I most humbly and respectfully inform you that, for me, as the Hon. Commissioner, it is better that I err on the side of caution by taking this decision, of course with the approval of His Excellency, *Most Distinguished Senator (Dr.) Hope Uzodinma, CON, GSSRS, Executive Governor of Imo State*, in taking this precautionary measure, which is for the safety of *all primary schools' pupils and all secondary schools' students*, and indeed, for the benefit of all our citizens. This is why this public announcement is absolutely important and necessary because it is supposed to be informative and an essential provision of knowledge, which in itself is power.

2. Accordingly and immediately, all schools in affected towns are hereby closed, albeit temporarily. This is the after effect or the result of the outbreak of Diphtheria that has been reported in the areas where all schools have just been closed temporarily.

3. I have, again, as the Hon. Commissioner in-chairge of the entire Primary and Secondary Schools in Imo State, discussed with the *Executive Chairman* of Orlu LGA, Pastor Chris Mbarie, of my decision to temporarily close all schools within and around the towns mentioned above. The Executive Chairman himself equally shared in my convictions that all the schools mentioned above should be temporarily closed until further notice.

Thank you so very much for your support.

Prof. B. T. O. Ikegwuoha
Hon. Commissioner,
Ministry of Primary and Secondary Education
Dated: June 14, 2025

THE NEW CEO

He never looked up. He just polished and returned them."
Her father never knew his name.
But she never forgot his hands.
Until the day the company he once stood outside…
Became the one he walked into — as the boss.

1996. Lagos Island.

Baba Dauda was a cobbler stationed outside the Afolabi & Sons Corporation — a big construction firm where luxury cars pulled up daily, and security guards barely let him near the building.

But every week, a wealthy man — Chief Afolabi — sent his driver with three pairs of Italian leather shoes.

Dauda would shine, stitch, clean, and polish them until they looked brand new.
He was never invited in.
Never tipped.
Never acknowledged.

But someone noticed.

Little Adesewa, Chief’s 9-year-old daughter, used to sit in the back of the car watching him work.
She once asked, “Why does he never come inside?”

Her father replied:
"Because people like that don’t belong in boardrooms."

But Dauda looked up and said:
“Small madam… maybe one day, I’ll fix more than shoes.”

Adesewa smiled.
He winked.

Then life happened.

The Afolabis moved abroad.
Dauda lost his spot outside the building when the area was demolished.
Nobody knew where he went.
Nobody looked for him.

2024. Victoria Island.

The same company — now renamed Afolabi Global — had fallen into crisis.
Stocks plummeted. Leadership changed.
They were awaiting their new CEO — a private appointee brought in by international investors to restructure the entire business.

Boardroom filled. Cameras ready. Staff nervous.

Then the doors opened…

And Mr. Dauda Adekunle walked in — polished suit, grey hair, briefcase in hand.

Silence.

Gasps.

He nodded slowly and said:

“28 years ago, I fixed shoes outside this building.
Today, I’m here to rebuild what was broken inside it.”

The crowd froze.

And from the corner, Adesewa — now head of PR — stood in tears.

She walked over, hugged him, and whispered:

“You didn’t just fix shoes, Baba. You fixed my view of the world.”

He didn’t beg.
He didn’t fight.
He just worked.

And while others built offices…
He built himself.

Now the same hands that once held polish and thread…
Hold contracts, power, and legacy.

Because sometimes, the person outside the gate…
Was just waiting to own the entire building.

This is for my sisters

As tough as it is you need to put yourself first in everything,you need to know your value,how much you worth,you need to protect your feelings,your emotions and you need to protect yourself from crying over and over again about the same thing in your relationships.❤

Try to build yourself first before you build a man,sei ndirikudaro because you will build a man for another womanyou will build a man for someone to come and eat zvawakadyara
Dzimwe nguva varume vane mari tend to treat vakadzi sema objects,dont be objectified varume vakaziva kuti iwewe semukadzi hauna chauinacho worse your family kwawakabva they rely on your marriage or relationship vanokuita chikorobhoakaziva kuti your family is as low as your life anokuita saga.
You will never have a say in your relationship kana your boyfriend asinga kuremekedza as an equal
Some women are fortunate kuti vakawana varume vanonzwisisa kuti marriage is partnership/ friendship...ko ukasava fortunate?

As a woman you have to build yourself first so that zvikazodhakwa mu relationship you will leave and find peace
Don't be a woman who is afraid of losing a man because you fear being alone dont be afraid to move on because you feel no one will take care of youdont be afraid to call it quit when love isn't there anymore.Usatye kubuda mu marriage nekutya kuti vanhu vanozoti chii ndopakuzouraiwa nemurumene GBV.
It's only you who suffers that's why you have to build yourself before a man comes to build you,build yourself first❤before you build a man
Vamwe vakadzi are in abusive relationships because of money,material things hanzi because ndine mwana...that's rubbish when it comes to your life...taneta nema suicidal thoughts

Don't accept to be treated like nothing because you have nothing ❤It's not too late kudzokera ku chikoro,it's not too late kuita course ye dressmaking or hair dressing or any other course so you empower yourself. Don't let pride get in your way kuti vanhu vanoziva ndichi Slayer saka ndikaramba murume who will maintain my life style....if the relationship is toxic leave uchiri mupenyu 🙏🏽