BABY MAMA TRAP
PART 1
The loud music from Club Lavish pounded in Onyinye’s ears as she stepped inside, the bass vibrating through her whole body. The air smelled like expensive perfume, sweat, and alcohol. She adjusted the tight red dress that clung to her curves, feeling both nervous and excited. Her best friends, Amaka and Chioma, had dragged her out tonight, saying, "Onyi, you’re too young to be sitting at home every weekend! Come and have fun!"
So here she was—Onyinye Obi, 24 years old, a bank teller with big dreams, standing in the middle of Asaba’s most popular nightclub. She wasn’t the type to do things like this. She was careful. She was smart. But tonight… tonight, she just wanted to forget about her problems.
Then she saw him.
Tall. Dark. Handsome. Dressed in a black designer suit that screamed money. His gold Rolex glinted under the flashing club lights as he sipped his drink. He stood near the VIP section, surrounded by men who laughed too loud at everything he said—like he was some kind of king.
Their eyes met.
A slow, confident smile spread across his face.
Onyinye quickly looked away, her heart beating fast. She knew who he was—Chief Kolawole Adebayo, a rich businessman, married with three kids. She had seen his family photos in Hello Nigeria magazine. His wife was beautiful, always dressed in expensive lace, smiling beside him at parties.
But right now, in this club, with the music thumping and the alcohol flowing, none of that mattered.
He walked toward her.
And like a moth drawn to a flame, she let him.
Three Hours Later
The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city outside the window. Onyinye lay in the soft bed, her body still humming from what had just happened. Chief Kolawole—no, Kola—lay beside her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare arm.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice deep and smooth. "I’ve never met a woman like you."
She knew she should feel guilty. She knew he had a wife at home. But in that moment, with his warm body pressed against hers, she let herself believe his lies.
"This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing," he said, kissing her shoulder. "We can keep seeing each other. Just you and me."
Onyinye’s heart fluttered. Was he serious?
Then his phone rang.
The screen lit up—"WIFE" in bold letters.
Kolawole sighed, sitting up. He answered the call, his voice suddenly sweet, loving—completely different from the way he had just spoken to her.
"Yes, darling… No, I’m still at the meeting… I’ll be home soon."
He hung up and stood, pulling on his clothes without looking at her.
"I have to go,"* he said, tossing a few bills on the bedside table. *"For your taxi."
And just like that, he was gone.
Onyinye sat there, staring at the money, feeling ******. Used.
What did I just do?
Six Weeks Later
The bathroom was silent except for the sound of Onyinye’s shaky breaths. She stared at the little white stick in her hand, her stomach twisting in fear.
Two pink lines.
Pregnant.
Her mind raced. *How? They used protection… didn’t they?
She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering that night—the way Kolawole had whispered in her ear, the way he had made her feel special.
Now, she was carrying the baby of a man who didn’t even care about her.
A man who would *never* claim this child.
(To be continued…)

Joelinton went in hard on Max Dowman, probably thinking he’d show the youngster what Premier League intensity feels like. But what followed was a masterclass from the 15-year-old. Instead of being rattled, Dowman responded with confidence, control, and a fearless attitude that turned heads.

For the next 20 minutes, he completely flipped the script — gliding past players, carrying the ball with purpose, and making sharp, mature decisions in the final third. It wasn’t just about flair — there was intelligence in every touch. He looked like he belonged, not just as a prospect, but as a real threat.

This kid isn’t just talented — he’s composed, creative, and already showing signs of being special. If what we saw was just a glimpse, then Arsenal fans should be excited. Max Dowman is going to make his mark this season.

```A fresh way of thinking is a powerful tool, opening doors to new opportunities you might have missed before. It helps you make wiser choices by allowing you to see situations from different angles and consider long-term outcomes. This refined perspective enhances your decision-making process, leading to more informed and effective actions. Ultimately, this combination of recognizing new paths and making better choices paves the way for greater success in all areas of your life. It transforms challenges into stepping stones, empowering you to achieve more meaningful and fulfilling results. Embracing this mental shift is about continuous growth and unlocking your full potential.```

MEN AND S£X IN MARRIAGE

Men love s£x, that is the truth.

Women love s£x but will not acknowledge it neither will most take the initiative in bed. The society has silently taught women to suppress their s3xual side which is good before marriage but extremely dangerous in marriage!

I am a sh@meless advocate of virginity till marriage, you just have to keep yourself intact and I accept no excuse for losing it. Virginity is bae!

At the same time, I am a sh@meless advocate of h0t, sweet, passionate, delicious, sh@meless s£x in marriage!

A man deserves h0t, steaming, passionate s£x from his wife! You don't know how much he loves you, desires you and needs you desperately till you allow him take you to the moon and back on your matrimonial bed!
Stop being stingy with your body baby and let him show you how generous he is with love making!

A man needs s£x to relieve some pressures down below after the day's stress and being tempted by daughters of Delilah whom he refused to fall for! If you knew how they packaged their enticing b00bs and super large b√ttocks they were shaking up and down! You will descend on your husband the moment he gets back home and drain him every of s3xual tension those Jezebels stirred in him!

Please, stop that missionary s£x style! It's boring! Doing same thing for ten years is tasteless! Add some spice! Turn to the wall and let him stare at the wonderful works of God!

Your husband needs to get drained regularly! He needs passionate s£x to stay sane! He needs it to make heaven! He needs it to reject those Jezebels' tempting offers! He needs it to clear his brain, get more creative, make more money and take good care of you and the children! He needs it passionately to be the man he is created to be! Don't joke with s£x -passionate s£x with your man. To do so is to play with fire! The consequence is very devastating!

When a man is s£xually starving his mind wanders around! He can't concentrate on God! He can't concentrate on the Bible! He isn't seeing visions of angels or hearing from God! His mind is clogged and he takes note of every walking female figure with shapes that look like that of Jezebel or Delilah!

Many women don't enjoy s£x or look forward to it because they don't experience, toe curling, body shivering, electrifying, head to toe sweet, very sweet 0rgasm!

When a woman enjoys regular 0rgasm, oh my God! She will chase you forever!

Give her plenty love, affection, money and care, she will love you exactly the way you want to be loved from whatever angle and whichever style you want, trust me, you will have a brand new wife in 3 days!

Let's keep our homes away from satan, side cocks, side chicks and those small girls looking for someone's husband to snatch! Good husband materials are hard to come by these days my sis, if you have one, hold him tight in between your thighs, don't say I didn't warn you ooo!

You don't know what you are missing till you have regular, toe curing, roof breaking, body shivering, tongue speaking, name moaning, sweet orgasm with your spouse in marriage!

The blessings that will follow you and your spouse is out of this world!

S£x has super power! Tap into it!

And tap into your husband from tonight forward!

Give him super s£x -always...

S£x...Sweet S£x!
#marriage #relationship #couple

Years ago , Pastor Benny Hinn handed over to Pastor Chris the very chair that late kathryn kuhlman usually sit on when praying . And later on ,The Personal Bible of late Archbishop Benson Idahosa was handed over to Rev. Dr Chris Oyakhilome by Idahosa's family
Handing over the Bible to Pastor Chris, Rev. Mrs Idahosa's said, " we had an emotional moment as the Idahosa Family as Led by God gave our Son Rev Chris a family Gift.

"We have held on to this gift for the last 24 years after our father Archbishop Benson Idahosa left for glory March 12th 1998, and we are rest assured this our action is Divine"

Dr Morris said at the world evangelism conference that he had handed over to pastor Chris. Brothers and Sisters , The Barton has been passed on to The Man with The Message and The Mandate...
This is something to shout about....

#mantle #PastorChris #ministrys

Change doesn’t happen overnight. But denial doesn’t save lives either.
If you still think people are not changing their lifestyle from the content I share here,
you’re not just doubting me—you’re doubting truth itself.
And I get it.
It’s easier to mock what you don’t have the discipline to apply.
It’s easier to scroll past the truth and call it “too much” because you’re too comfortable being sick.
But like I’ve always said—I’m not here to babysit your comfort zone.
I’m not here to police your cravings.
I’m not here to argue over what “tastes nice” when your liver is crying and your stomach is always bloated.
I’m here to give you choice.
Not force.
Not shame.
Just raw, unfiltered truth that gives you power to choose.
To eat your way to health or sabotage your organs slowly.
To stay addicted to seed oils and seasoning cubes or break the chain and eat like someone who loves their body.
To live a life that honors your biology—or one that worships your tongue.
To stay stuck in ancestral laziness or break generational patterns with your plate.
Because at the end of the day, every meal is a vote.
Every bite is either medicine or poison.
And every “na only once” is a slow death being marketed as pleasure.
I will keep writing here for as long as I breathe.
Not because I’m perfect,
but because I’ve seen what food can do.
I’ve seen people reverse diseases they were told would kill them.
I’ve seen women get their periods back.
Men regain their strength.
Children come alive again.
So no, this is not a page for entertainment.
This is a movement.
This is a mirror.
This is medicine disguised as captions.
And as for those who chant “all die na die”—
No, my dear.
All die is not die.
There’s death with purpose and death with regret.
There’s the death of the flesh, and there’s the daily death of your organs from nonsense you call food.
That slogan? It’s for people who have no plan.
People who have sold their power to addiction.
People who think discipline is suffering—until sickness humbles them.
Choose well.
Eat with sense.
Move your body.
Learn. Unlearn. Start again.
This is your life. Not a dress rehearsal.

Ohanaeze Ndigbo Condemns Bill Elevating Ooni of Ife, Sultan of Sokoto

The Ohanaeze Ndigbo, an apex Igbo socio-cultural organization, has strongly condemned a bill before the Nigerian Senate seeking to permanently elevate the Ooni of Ife and Sultan of Sokoto as co-chairmen of the Traditional Rulers Council.

The group considers the bill a slap in the face, as it excludes apex traditional rulers from Igbo land and other ethnic nationalities. Ohanaeze Ndigbo views the move as asymmetric, discriminatory, and ethnocentric, lacking fairness, equity, justice, and federal character.

Dr. Ezechi Chukwu, the group's national publicity secretary, called for the bill's urgent withdrawal and review, considering ethnic differences, cultural sensitivity, geopolitical balance, inclusive governance, and equitable representation.

Chukwu emphasized that the bill's passage would undermine national unity, peaceful coexistence, and social stability.

Meanwhile, social media influencer and politician Nwobo Chika Nwoba stated that only three kingdoms exist in the Southeast Igbo region: Onitsha, Arochukwu, and Nri. He argued that no kingdoms exist in Ebonyi, Enugu, and Imo States, and that autonomous communities cannot be considered kingdoms.

Monday July 28, 2025

Weekday (17)

Office: Psalter week 1

Mass and preface of the day

Vestment: Green

Today’s Rosary: The Joyful Mystery

ENTRANCE ANTIPHON Cf. Ps 67: 6-7, 36

God is in his holy place, God who unites those who dwell in his house; he himself gives might and strength to his people.

COLLECT

O God, protector of those who hope in you, without whom nothing has firm foundation, nothing is holy, bestow in abundance your mercy upon us and grant that, with you as our ruler and guide, we may use the good things that pass in such a way as to hold fast even now to those that ever endure. Through our Lord Jesus Christ…….

-FIRST READING-

This people have sinned a great sin; they have made for themselves gods of gold.

A reading from the Book of Exodus (Exodus 32:15-24. 30-34)

In those days: Moses turned, and went down from the mountain with the two tables of the covenant in his hands, tables that were written on both sides; on the one side and on the other were they written. And the tables were the work of God, and the writing was the writing of God, graven upon the tables. When Joshua heard the noise of the people as they shouted, he said to Moses, “there is a noise of war in the camp.” But he said, “it is not the sound of shouting for victory, or the sound of the cry of defeat, but the sound of singing that I hear.” And as soon as he came near the camp and saw the calf and the dancing, Moses’ anger burnt hot and he threw the tables out of his hands and broke them at the foot of the mountain. And he took the calf which they had made, and burnt it with fire, and ground it to powder, and scattered it upon the water, and made the sons of Israel drink it. And Moses said to Aaron, “what did this people do to you that you have brought a great sin upon them?” and Aaron said, “Let not the anger of my lord burn hot; you know the people, that they are set on evil. For they said to me, ‘make us gods, who shall go before us; as for this Moses, the man who brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.’ And I said to them, ‘let any who have gold take off; so they gave it to me, and I threw it into the fire, and there came out calf.” The next day Moses said to the people, “you have sinned a great sin. And now I will go up to the Lord; perhaps I can make atonement for your sin.” So Moses returned to the Lord and said, “Alas, this people have sinned a great sin; they have made for themselves gods of gold. But now, if you will forgive their sin-and if not, blot me, I beg you, out of your book which you have written.” But the Lord said to Moses, “whoever has sinned against me, him will I blot out of my book. But now go, lead the people to the place of which I have spoken to you; behold, my angel shall go before you. Nevertheless, in the day when I visit, I will visit their sin upon them.

The word of the Lord.

RESPONSORIAL PSALM Ps106:19-20.21-22.23 (R1b)

R/. O give thanks to the Lord for he is good.

Or. Alleluia.

They fashioned a calf at Horeb,
And worshipped an image of metal,
They exchange their glory
For the image of a bull that eats grass. R/.

They forgot the God who was their saviour,
Who had done such great things in Egypt,
Such wonders in the land of Ham,
Such marvels at the Red Sea. R/.

For this he said he would destroy them,
But Moses, the man he had chosen,
Stood in the breach before him,
To turn back his anger from destruction. R/.

ALLELUIA James 1:18

Alleluia. Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth that we should be kind of first fruits of his. Alleluia.

-GOSPEL

A grain of mustard seed becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air make nests in its branches.

A reading from the holy Gospel according to Matthew (Matthew 13:31-35)

At that time: Another parable Jesus put before the crowds, saying, “The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of all seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.” He told them another parable. “The kingdom of heaven is like leaven which a woman took and hid in three measures of meal, till it was all leavened.” All this Jesus said to the crowds in parables; indeed he said nothing to them without a parable. This was to fulfil what was spoken by the prophet: I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter what has been hidden since the foundation of the world.

The Gospel of the Lord.

TODAY'S REFLECTION

Faith is a gift that God bestows on human to enable us to understand in depth the ordinary events of life and the divine messages they carry. However, faith in the face of a great loss is almost superhuman. Martha has just lost a brother. Just like everyone else around her, she is grieving. But she believes that all powers have been given to Christ by God and whatever he says comes to pass. That faith sees her brother brought back to life. The toll that an unfortunate situation takes on us is determined largely by our faith in God. Faith in God turns unimaginable things to imaginable ones.

PERSONAL DEVOTIONAL

‘Protect me, O God; I trust in you for safety. I say to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; all the good things I have come from you.” Psalm 16:1, 2

Lord, God of love remember all whose businesses are facing challenges. Intervene and grant new life to them.

Lord, I praise you as my perpetual benefactor and I call upon you as my merciful defender. Grant me total peace and joy.

Let Us Pray,

O Lord, I am weak and broken, surrounded on all sides by corruption and perversion. Lord have mercy on me: protect me from my enemies who devour me, and guide me in the way of perfection. No matter what happens to me, whether it be an attack or a seduction, may my love for you protect me from falling into sin. May I live a holy life no matter what others do around me – Amen.

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PRAYER FOR NIGERIA IN DISTRESS

All powerful and merciful Father,
You are the God of justice, love and peace.
You rule over the nations of the earth.
Power and might are in your hands and no one can withstand you.
We present our country Nigeria before you.
We praise and thank you for you are the source of all we have and are.
We are sorry for all the sins we have committed
and for the good deeds we have failed to do.
In your loving forgiveness,
keep us safe from the punishment we deserve.
Lord, we are weighed down not only by uncertainties,
but also by moral, economic and political problems.
Listen to the cries of your people who confidently turn to you,
Our God of infinite goodness,
our strength in adversity,
our health in weakness,
our comfort in sorrow;
be merciful to us your people.
Spare this nation Nigeria from chaos, anarchy and doom.
Bless us with your kingdom of justice, love and peace.
We ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.

Billionaire Visits Her Son’s Grave And Finds A Black Waitress Crying With A Child – She Was SHOCKED!

Margaret Hawthorne was the picture of power. Silver-haired, dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit, and clutching a designer handbag, she moved with the poise of someone who had built empires — and buried heartbreak.

Her only son, William Hawthorne, had died a year ago. The funeral was private. The grief was not. Not for her.

So on the anniversary of his death, she returned — alone — to his gravesite. No reporters. No assistants. Just silence and regret.

But as she walked between the marble stones of Hawthorne Family Cemetery, something stopped her cold.

There, kneeling before William’s grave, was a young Black woman in a faded blue waitress uniform. Her apron was crumpled. Her shoulders trembled. In her arms, wrapped in a soft white blanket, was a baby — maybe a few months old.

Margaret's chest tightened.

The woman didn’t see her at first. She was whispering to the gravestone. “I wish you were here. I wish you could hold him.”

Margaret’s voice cut like ice. “What on earth are you doing here?”

The woman jumped. She turned, startled but not afraid.

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Margaret narrowed her eyes. “You have no right to be at this grave. Who are you?”

The woman stood, gently rocking the child. “My name is Alina. I knew William.”

“Knew him how?” Margaret demanded, her voice rising. “Were you staff at one of our properties? One of his charity interns?”

Alina’s eyes welled with tears again — but her voice was steady. “I was more than that.” She looked down at the baby. “This is his son.”

Silence.

Margaret stared at her. Then at the baby. Then back again. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” Alina said quietly. “We met at the Harbor Café. I was working the late shift. He came in after a board meeting. We talked. He came back the next week. And the week after that.”

Margaret took a step back, as if she’d been struck. “That’s not possible. William would never—”

“Fall in love with someone like me?” Alina said softly. “I know how it sounds.”

“No,” Margaret snapped. “He would never hide something like this from me.”

“He tried to tell you. He said he was afraid.” She looked down. “Afraid you’d never accept it.”

Tears ran down Alina’s cheeks now, but she stood her ground. The baby stirred.

Margaret stared at the child. His eyes fluttered open — and for one terrifying second, she saw William’s unmistakable blue-gray eyes staring back.

It was undeniable.

She stumbled back a step.

One Year Earlier
William Hawthorne had always felt like a visitor in his own family’s world. Raised in privilege, expected to inherit billions — yet he sought something quieter. He volunteered. He read poetry. And sometimes, he ate alone in small diners.

That’s where he met Alina.

She was everything his world was not: kind, grounded, real. She made him laugh. She called him out. She asked him who he really wanted to be.

And he had fallen. Hard.

They kept it quiet. He wasn’t ready for the storm he knew would come. Not from tabloids — from his own mother.

Then, the car accident. A rainy night. A loss too sudden.

Alina hadn’t been able to say goodbye.

And she never got to tell him she was pregnant.

Present Day – At the Cemetery
Margaret stood frozen.

Her empire had taught her to spot lies. This woman wasn't lying.

But accepting the truth felt like betrayal — not just of the image she had of her son, but of the world she had built around his memory.

Alina finally broke the silence. “I didn’t come here for anything. Not money. Not drama. I just… I wanted him to meet his father. Even if it’s only this way.”

She placed a small toy rattle on the headstone. Then, with a bowed head, she turned to walk away.

Margaret didn’t stop her.

Couldn’t.

Her world had just changed.

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