STORY TIME “NA GBOLA DEY HELP MY LIFE “ PART 7 Around 8pm, we were in the sitting room. I was still wearing the short red gown Blessing picked for me, eyelashes scratching my eyelids, nails too long for comfort. My body don tire but my brain no wan calm down. Then her phone rang. She smiled immediately she saw the caller and picked up quick. “Hello zaddy, are you there now?” I paused and turned to look at her. Zaddy? I repeated the word in my mind. Wait first — what is zaddy? Is it like daddy? Or sugar daddy? Or boyfriend? Abi na her uncle? Before I could ask, she hung up and stood sharply. “Stand up, babe. Pick your bag. We dey go now.” “Go where?” I asked. She looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry. You go enjoy am.” I stood up slowly, heart beating small. The gown cling to my body like wet cloth. I fixed my wig, adjusted my bra, and followed her downstairs. When we reached the gate, a fine black car — looked like those ones on wedding posters — was parked just outside. Headlights on. Clean body. Shining like wetin dem brush with toothpaste. Inside the car, two men sat at the front. The one on the driver’s side smiled wide the moment he saw Blessing and came out to open the door. They hugged like lovers, then k!zed lightly — not forehead o, mouth-to-mouth. My eyes widened. “This is Derin, my girl from Ibadan,” Blessing said. The other man — older, with small grey in his beard and golden wristwatch — looked at me, smiled, and took my hand gently, then k!zed the back. I froze. The hand k!z no sweet me o. It felt awkward, like something I watched in film. My palm felt strange afterward. I rubbed it on my bag. As we drove off, I kept wondering: Who are these men to Blessing? Where are they taking us? Is this part of the job she talked about? Nobody explained. Just music, small laughs, and city lights rushing past the windows. We got to one fine joint, crowded and loud but expensive-looking. Lights everywhere. People laughing. Waiters carrying trays like airline hostesses. We sat down outside, under one umbrella stand with soft light above. The two men ordered barbecue chicken, grilled fish, suya, shawarma, and different drinks I didn’t know their names. When the barbecue came, I took one bite and nearly moaned. “Jesu!” I whispered. “This thing sweet like sin.” I was still lick!ng my fingers when Blessing pushed a glass of red drink towards me. “No, I no dey drink ak0h0l,” I said quickly. “Just taste small,” she smiled. “Na mild wine. E go relax your body.” After small talk, I took a sip. First thing I noticed was the bitter taste, then something like heat moved down my throat. I frowned. “Wetin be this again?” “You go like am soon,” she laughed. I didn’t. But I drank two more sips because I didn’t want to look like mumu. All the while, I no talk too much. I just dey observe — the men, the place, how Blessing dey laugh too freely with her own man. I felt out of place. Like I came to a party I wasn't invited to. After a while, they asked for takeaway food, packed some shawarma, and cleared the bill with POS. No questions, no complaints. Money seemed to flow like river. They drove us to one mansion in a quiet area — big black gate, long fence, flowers by the walkway, shining tiled floor, wide windows, and chandelier inside that looked like a castle light. We entered. The living room was big — soft sofa, glass table, clean rug, TV the size of a blackboard. Smell of air freshener and something expensive filled the air. Blessing’s “zaddy” whispered something to her, and they both laughed and stood up. She winked at me before following him into one room. I was now alone with the other man. I felt shy, my hands suddenly cold. He came closer. Sat near me. Smiled. “You’re very beautiful, Derin,” he said. “Your eyes… they’re something else.” I smiled nervously and said thank you. He continued, “Where have you been hiding?” I looked down at my feet. “Ibadan.” He laughed. “You belong in Lagos. Lagos boys will worship you.” He moved closer. “Can I k!z you?” My eyes shot up. “No sir.” He reached out slowly and tried to touch my chest. I jumped up. “Please stop,” I said. My voice was shaking. He stood too, now looking at me like hungry lion. I backed away, praying silently: God, please let Blessing come out now now. Then I heard something. From the room Blessing entered, faint at first… then clearer: Moaning. I froze. At first, I thought maybe they were watching movie. But then I heard Blessing’s voice — soft, breathy, high-pitched. I wanted to believe it wasn’t what I thought, but as the sound rose and fell, I knew they were having s3x My body felt hot. My head blank. This girl that hugged me in church before leaving Ibadan, now she's in one man’s room, doing this. And here I was, with the second man, trying to defend my body like market price. I pinched myself. Maybe na dream. It wasn’t. I thought again: Are these men married? Where are their wives? Kids? Then the man in front of me reached for my arm again. I snatched it back and ran to the door. I didn’t care if it was rude. I stood near the door like someone waiting for fire escape. Just then, Blessing came out. Her hair was scattered, her face red. She was sweating, with her makeup almost wiped off. She acted like nothing happened. Behind her, the man came out wearing only boxers. My eyes nearly left my head. I was sure. They did it. And she didn’t even look sorry. “Babe,” she said calmly. “Go carry your bag. Time to go.” I didn’t ask any questions. My heart was already beating like generator. The same car dropped us off, just like it picked us. But I wasn’t smiling this time. It was 11pm. I’ve never been out this late before. On the ride back, I didn’t say one word. Not because I had nothing to say — but because I had too many questions I didn’t know how to ask. Is this the job? Is this what she meant by upgrade? Is this what it means to “belong” in Lagos? When we got home, I entered the bathroom immediately. Scrubbed my body like say I touch sin. Changed into my nightwear and laid on the bed. Blessing tried to gist small but I just nodded, pretending to be tired. Truth is, I couldn't sleep. I faced the wall and closed my eyes — not to rest, but to hide the tears that wanted to fall. And in my heart, I prayed silently: “God, if this is not the job she promised, please show me the real one. I no fit do this kind life.” To be continued… Written by QueenAmalove’s Own ✍️ 1st August, 2025

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Money Is the Least of Currencies Have you ever had something work out so smoothly, you almost paused to ask yourself, “Wait—what just happened?” No stress. No pushing. Just favour, plain and simple. That was me. I made a simple request, and it was granted—almost too easily. I was still wrapping my head around it when I told a friend. And he said something that felt like revelation: “More than money, relationship is a currency.” At first, I thought he was simply equating relationships to money. But he went deeper. He explained that money, as powerful as it seems, is still the least of all currencies. Why? Because money only works when the person on the other end values it. But relationships? They open doors that money cannot. They speak when you’re not in the room. Sometimes, just the phrase “Tell him you’re from me” carries more weight than a degree, a certificate, or even a full bank account. And that is exactly what played out in my case. What money might have struggled to achieve, relationship did with grace and speed. So let me ask you—do I still need to remind you to value those amazing people in your life? To hold them in high esteem? I don’t want to go off track, but let me say this plainly: many of the unexpected blessings and opportunities I’ve received in my life didn’t come from where I thought they would. They came through relationships I had invested in, knowingly or unknowingly. My dear, chase quality relationships harder than you chase the bag. Because when everything is stripped away, relationships will still speak for you. At the end of the day, money may open doors but relationship walks you in, even when you’re not holding the key.

DUNAMIS SEEDS OF DESTINY DEVOTIONAL FOR 5TH AUGUST, 2025 BY DR PAUL ENENCHE TOPIC: SIGNS OF THE END SCRIPTURE: This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good. 2 TIMOTHY 3:1-3 THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: How you live on earth determines where you will spend your eternity. The scripture made it abundantly clear that we are in the last days. Though God never told us categorically when the end would come, He gave us signs and signals that will help us identify the end of the age (Matthew 24:36-43). So, God did not totally leave us in the dark, because with these signs, we can know that the end is around the corner. Today, we are going to look at the signs and signals of the last days. 1. The abundance of deception and falsehood. Matthew 24:5 says, For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. Matthew 24:11 says, And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. Now, one of the things that will indicate to us that we are around the end of age is the explosion of deception, an explosion of falsehood – many false prophets, false apostles, false teachers, false doctrines, heretic practices and operations. When we came to the Lord many years ago in the late 70s and mid-80s, there were a few mentions of the phrase, “False prophet.” I cannot even remember anyone identified as a false prophet in those days. People were genuinely passionate for God. But today, there are people who have no dealings with Jesus Christ at all, yet they are parading themselves with all manner of titles. They don’t even know what it means to be born again. People who should have been native doctors or witch doctors are wearing suits and ties as pastors and preachers, apostles and prophets. The challenge right now is that there are fake and false ones who are being celebrated as real and there are real ones who are suspected of being fake. I once came across someone who said that she went to a place where she paid almost a million Naira for deliverance, healing or help, and at the end of the day, no solution. 2. The abundance of conflicts, crises and wars on the earth. It was predicted in Scriptures, in the Sixth Verse of the Twenty Fourth Chapter of Matthew, …And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. There is an abundance of conflicts, crises, and tensions everywhere across the globe. Almost everywhere in the world you hear about wars and rumors of wars. Beloved, everything points to the fact that we are in the last days. How you live on earth determines where you will spend your eternity. The question is, where would you be if the rapture happened now? where would you be if God said your time on earth was up? Think about it! Remember this: How you live on earth determines where you will spend your eternity. ASSIGNMENT (S): 1. Refuse to live in sin. 2. If you have not given your life to Christ, do it now. 3. Invest in things that will matter after time. Live ready! PRAYER: Lord, I receive the grace to live upright so I can spend my eternity with You at the end of time, Lord, in Jesus’ Name. FOR FURTHER UNDERSTANDING, GET THIS MESSAGE: SURVIVING IN THE LAST DAYS BY DR PAUL ENENCHE DAILY BIBLE READING: Isaiah 64-66 QUOTE: Our eternity with God is not guaranteed if our Christianity is not confirmed. Culled from the book, The essence of Christianity by Dr Paul Enenche. AMAZING FACT: Lionesses will nurse each other's cubs if necessary. PROPHETIC DECLARATION/WORD: Father, help me not to miss it at the end of the day, Lord in Jesus Name

MY EX HAS BECOME MY BOSS, I'M DOOMED . EPISODE 12 ✍️💝 The elevator dropped like a stone. No lights. No buttons. Just the low hum of unseen machinery carrying us deeper into the earth beneath Obudu Cattle Ranch. Falcon stood like a statue, silent, barely breathing. Lanre’s jaw was tight. Fola was checking her pulse. And me? I was trying not to throw up. When the doors opened, the air changed. Cold. Sterile. Unforgiving. The underground lab stretched wide, lit by flickering LED panels and lined with corridors labeled in codes I didn’t understand. Falcon turned to us. “We’re in Level 3. The data vault is left. Holding cells—right. We split up. You get the woman. I’ll get the files. We rendezvous at the southern exit in twenty minutes. No mistakes.” Lanre nodded. “We’ll get her.” “You better,” Falcon muttered, vanishing like smoke. We ran down the right corridor, boots echoing against metal. Each door was locked with biometric panels—until we reached one marked Subject X32. Lanre pressed his palm against the panel. Nothing happened. “It’s coded,” he growled. “I’ll override it,” Fola said, plugging a tiny device into the slot. Sparks flew. A beep. The door creaked open. The room inside was small and white, and in the center—bound to a hospital bed—was her. Lanre’s mother. Her hair gray. Her eyes alert. And brimming with tears. “Lanre?” she whispered. “It’s me,” he said, rushing to her side. “We’re getting you out of here.” She grabbed his wrist. “You can’t. Not yet. There’s something you don’t know.” “We don’t have time—” “You’re in danger,” she said. “More than you know. Seyi isn’t working alone.” “We know. It’s the board—” “No,” she whispered. “It’s her.” Her eyes moved past Lanre. Past me. To Fola. “She’s not who she says she is.” Lanre turned. “What is she talking about?” Fola’s expression went blank. Cold. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” “The fire,” his mother whispered. “You lit it.” Lanre’s hand dropped from the restraints. “What?” Fola didn’t deny it. She just… smiled. Slowly. “I told you I worked for your father. That part was true. But I didn’t protect him. I destroyed him. On orders.” “Whose orders?” I demanded. “The real architect. The one who started this empire long before your father took credit. The one who paid me to erase the past. And now?” She drew a small pistol from her jacket, aimed it directly at Lanre. “They want you gone.” I stepped between them instinctively. “You won’t shoot. Not here.” “I won’t,” Fola said. “But she will.” Behind us, the door slammed shut. A woman stepped in. Elegant. Cruel. I’d never seen her before. But Lanre had. His voice broke. “Auntie Jumoke?” She smiled like poison. “Oh, my dear. Still trusting the wrong women, I see.” To be continued..... ✍️✍️✍️✍️ Don't forget to follow Salihu Joseph Otohinoyi the remaining episode 💐

Long before Earth was born the building blocks of life were already floating in space Ancient meteorites discovered on our planet suggest they formed even before Earth existed These rocky visitors carry organic molecules like amino acids which are essential for life as we know it That means life’s ingredients weren’t just cooked up here They were drifting across the cosmos waiting to collide with the right planet at the right time When Earth was still young and molten these meteorites may have delivered the spark that set evolution in motion And if it happened here why not elsewhere The idea is as poetic as it is scientific Maybe life isn’t a miracle that happened only once Maybe it’s a natural part of the universe’s chemistry waiting to bloom wherever the conditions are just right Some scientists call it panspermia the theory that life spreads through space like seeds in the wind Crashing into planets soaking into oceans and shaping ecosystems across the stars It is still a theory but every time we find complex molecules in space or deep inside meteorites the case grows stronger Earth may not be special We may be one of many worlds where the universe planted its life-seeds For those who gaze at the night sky wondering if we are alone this discovery whispers a tantalizing maybe not Follow WHAT THE FACT for more deep space wonders and discoveries that could change everything we know about life itself #AncientMeteorites #OriginsOfLife #CosmicSeeds #LifeInSpace #Astrobiology #SpaceMysteries #science #space #fact #facts

Long before Earth was born the building blocks of life were already floating in space Ancient meteorites discovered on our planet suggest they formed even before Earth existed These rocky visitors carry organic molecules like amino acids which are essential for life as we know it That means life’s ingredients weren’t just cooked up here They were drifting across the cosmos waiting to collide with the right planet at the right time When Earth was still young and molten these meteorites may have delivered the spark that set evolution in motion And if it happened here why not elsewhere The idea is as poetic as it is scientific Maybe life isn’t a miracle that happened only once Maybe it’s a natural part of the universe’s chemistry waiting to bloom wherever the conditions are just right Some scientists call it panspermia the theory that life spreads through space like seeds in the wind Crashing into planets soaking into oceans and shaping ecosystems across the stars It is still a theory but every time we find complex molecules in space or deep inside meteorites the case grows stronger Earth may not be special We may be one of many worlds where the universe planted its life-seeds For those who gaze at the night sky wondering if we are alone this discovery whispers a tantalizing maybe not Follow WHAT THE FACT for more deep space wonders and discoveries that could change everything we know about life itself #AncientMeteorites #OriginsOfLife #CosmicSeeds #LifeInSpace #Astrobiology #SpaceMysteries #science #space #fact #facts

The Sound of Miss Bella’s Heels,The Ghost School Teacher Episode 8: March of the Dead After Chuka’s death in the chapel, Dawnlight Boarding School became a ghost town — not because people left, but because no one spoke anymore. Students whispered prayers. Teachers looked over their shoulders. Even the principal, Mr. Osakwe, walked with a Bible tucked under his armpit. But none of it mattered. Because that night, something different happened. The sound came again. > Kpakpa… kpakpa… kpakpa… But this time… it didn’t stay in the corridors. It didn’t pass quietly. It came outside. It was a moonless night. 3:00 a.m. The security guard on duty, Mallam Idris, heard the noise first. He saw the front gate rattle. The trees sway. And then… the ground shook faintly as the kpakpa sound grew louder. He turned his flashlight toward the assembly ground — and dropped it. There, marching across the empty field, was the most terrifying sight anyone had ever seen: A figure in a torn red dress, cane in hand, blood on her chest, walking with red high heels that didn’t touch the ground — they hovered inches above it. But behind her… Were the faint, shadowy forms of Promise, Ejiro, and Chuka. Their bodies twisted. Eyes empty. They marched behind her like puppets of the dead. Mallam Idris screamed and ran, throwing his radio away. But before he reached the dorm gate, he turned and saw something that made him urinate on himself: Miss Bella’s ghost stopped… …turned toward him… …and smiled. > “I’m still taking attendance,” she whispered. And disappeared. By morning, Idris had gone mad. He was found hiding under the water tank, chanting: > “Kpakpa… kpakpa… class is not over…” The principal tried to keep the incident quiet, again. But this time? Even the teachers started requesting transfers. The kitchen staff quit. Two female students collapsed after seeing bloody footprints in their food tray line. And then came the final blow… In the middle of morning assembly — in broad daylight — every student, teacher, and prefect heard it: > Kpakpa… kpakpa… kpakpa… The sound of red heels walking across the assembly field. No one was there. But they all heard it. And then… on the chalkboard behind them… appeared in red: > "CLASS IS IN SESSION. – Miss Bella." To be continued in Episode 9 (Finale): The Curse of Miss Bella Follow me for next episode

GOD'S SINGULAR PURPOSE FOR YOUR LIFE As you follow Jesus, God works in your life daily with one central purpose: to conform you to the image of His Son — not to make you happy, wealthy, great, or comfortable in this world. God’s goal is to bring your old life to an end and replace it with the life of Christ. As Jesus said, “Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect” (Matthew 5:48). Since no human can meet this divine standard, God transfers the perfection of Christ to those who are in Him. BECOMING A NEW CREATURE God achieves this by crucifying your old self and integrating you into the life of Christ, turning you into a brand-new creature (2 Corinthians 5:17). From that point, when God looks at you, He sees Christ in you. This is the kind of life that pleases God — now and forever. This is why Jesus warned, “If anyone does not remain in Me, he is thrown away like a branch and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned” (John 15:6). THE GREATEST ENEMY OF YOUR SPIRITUAL GROWTH: SELF The single greatest threat to this divine transformation is SELF — the fallen nature inherited from Adam, and the part of man that Satan uses as his strongest weapon. SELF craves attention, comfort, recognition, and control. It is the remote control Satan uses to guide and manipulate lives, even religious ones. This is why Jesus said, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself…” (Luke 9:23). Because SELF and CHRIST cannot coexist in the same heart. SELF: THE ROOT OF SPIRITUAL FAILURE Most people don’t truly want to deny self. Why? Because denying self means losing your worldly identity — becoming a nonentity in the eyes of the world. That’s what happened with the rich young ruler in Mark 10:17-23. He loved Jesus, and Jesus loved him. But he could not part with SELF, and so he walked away sorrowfully. Not even Jesus' love could override his allegiance to SELF. IN THE LAST DAYS, SELF WILL RULE The Bible warns: “But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self…” (2 Timothy 3:1-2). This prophecy shows how deeply Satan will entrench SELF in the hearts of men, especially in the end-time. SELF will instinctively dominate thoughts, desires, and decisions — even in the church. THE CHURCH AND THE AGE OF SELF Many churches today operate as platforms that glorify SELF. The biggest and richest churches are often those that promise success, wealth, and influence — not brokenness, sanctification, or the Cross. They rarely preach the message of The Cross because it requires denying self — and that’s “bad for business.” In contrast, the early apostles boldly declared the message of crucifixion with Christ (Galatians 6:14, Galatians 2:20, Philippians 3:18, Acts 14:22). WHERE IS THE CROSS TODAY? This silence on The Cross has led to the lukewarmness Jesus warned about in Revelation 3:17 — where churches claim to be rich and prosperous, but are actually “wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked.” Today, many churches would celebrate the Laodicean testimony without realizing that Jesus is standing outside the door, knocking (Revelation 3:20). THE GREAT FALLING AWAY As prophesied in 2 Thessalonians 2:3, a great falling away from Christ is happening. Jesus also said in Luke 18:8, “When the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on earth?” Why not? Because the ocean of SELF will sweep away many believers who once started well. THE FAITHFUL FEW In this perilous time, only a few believers will survive the onslaught of SELF. These few will be those who choose to walk away from popular Christianity and seek a direct, intimate, and sacrificial relationship with Christ. They will hear the gentle knock of Jesus on the door of their hearts (Revelation 3:20) and open it, even though The Cross awaits them on the other side. May you and I be counted among these faithful few who embrace the sufferings of Christ for the joy set before us. Thanks for reading. Remain sober, remain watchful. Jesus is coming soon. God bless you.

: BREAKING: Ghana Mourns as Military Helicopter Crash Claims 8 Lives, Including Top Ministers Ghana is in a state of deep mourning after a heartbreaking military helicopter crash in the Ashanti Region, which tragically took the lives of eight people, including two prominent government ministers and other significant national figures. 🕊️ Confirmed Casualties: Edward Omane Boamah – Minister of Defence, Ibrahim Murtala Muhammed – Minister of Environment, Science & Technology Alhaji Muniru Mohammed – Acting Deputy National Security Coordinator, Samuel Sarpong – Vice Chairman of the National Democratic Congress (NDC) Samuel Aboagye – Former Parliamentary Candidate, Squadron Leader Peter Bafemi Anala – Air Force Crew Flying Officer Manin Twum-Ampadu – Air Force Crew, Sergeant Ernest Addo Mensah – Air Force Crew The crash happened during what was reported as an official mission. Investigations are currently underway to uncover the cause of this tragic event. This is an immense loss for Ghana’s political leadership, military, and the families of those who have lost their lives. Flags are expected to be flown at half-mast, and national mourning has already commenced across various institutions and political circles. SHARE this post to help others stay informed. Drop a prayer emoji in the comments to honor the souls lost. FOLLOW our page to stay updated on this developing story. May their souls rest in peace. If It’s Loud, It’s NewsFlash! #ghana #militarycrash #BreakingNews #NewsFlash #GhanaMourns #ashantiregion #nationaltragedy #ifitslouditsnewsflash #Africanews

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