God is not a man and can never be a man

GOD HAVE MERCY AND INTERVENE IN BENUE STATE.

You never really appreciate God and the breath of life you've got until you have a near death experience for example the lndian Air desester,let's always be greatful to God ALMIGHTY for life and pray for God's grace and mercy daily to do his will..

Good morning Gada.chat thank God for the seminar yesterday

Thank God for the gada.chat social media on line lunching, for this great life time opportunity..

Online Launching of our Social Media platform, GADA.CHAT today 14th June, 2025 at the Grand Ibro Hotel Wuse Zone 5, Abuja. To God be the glory!

Online Launching of our Social Media platform, GADA.CHAT today 14th June, 2025 at the Grand Ibro Hotel Wuse Zone 5, Abuja. To God be the glory!

THE FISHERMAN AND THE SKYFATHER
(a tribute to fatherhood )
A father’s Day Tale from the Creeks
by
Linda Somiari-Stewart
in the voice of Kombare, Keeper of the Tide-Songs.

In time before timepieces , when the tide carried secrets instead of plastic, there was a village called Opu-Toru-Piri,nestled in the belly of the Delta where the Lufafa River split into seven winding tongues.
The people of this village were born with salt in their blood and paddle-strokes in their hearts.
They spoke to the spirits with drums and fetched fish with prayers.
In this famed village of fishermen lived a young man named Biebuma- sharp-eyed, hot-blooded, and full of questions.
His father, AyibaTonye, was once the most respected fisherman on the Lufafa River.
His canoe, Ebiegberi, had once sliced through the waters like a blade of light.
His nets returned with fish so fat,
you could hear the fat sing while melting on the kitchen altar.

But time, as it does even to crocodiles, bent AyibaTonye’s back.
It drained the fire from his bones.
His boat groaned with every journey.
His nets came up empty.
His hands, once sure, trembled like leaves in Harmattan.
Biebuma watched in silence.
Then in anger.
“You say the river blessed you,” he spat one night,
“but all I see is a weak old man who sits in the dark, clinging to ghosts of old conquests, past glories “
AyibaTonye did not raise his voice.
He only looked into the boy’s eyes and said:
“The day you understand the cost of keeping a household afloat,
you will speak with softer lips.”
Biebuma turned away.
That night, when even the moon slept
and only the fireflies kept watch,
he paddled silently into the outer river
and called upon Opu-ama-so—the Skyfather, the Spirit of winds. The father of the firmament, whose voice shakes palm trees and whose eyes see the beginning and the end.

“Skyfather!” Biebuma cried, standing in his canoe.
“I am the son of a broken man. It is shameful.
Grant me the strength he never gave me!”
The river stilled. The stars blinked once.
Then came the Skyfather’s reply, low and vast:
“You ask for strength.
But do you know the shape of sacrifice?
Here, carry this little burden for one tide.”
A calabash rose from the river, sealed with threads of lightning and marked with ancestral art, than it looked.
Skyfather warned:
“Do not spill even one drop.”
Biebuma took it, laughing.
What weight could break the arms of a youth
who paddled against the tides?
He paddled home and carried the calabash on his shoulder.
But as he walked the narrow footpath to his father’s compound,the calabash grew heavier.
It whispered. It wept.
It spoke in the voices of many distraught of fathers.
His arms ached. His legs trembled.
The trees watched in silence. He staggered and fell!
The calabash shattered into several pieces.
From it poured a vapor of visions - not water, not smoke, but a vapor of remembrances.
As the vapor rose skyward, Biebuma saw his father - young, fierce, strong;
*trading his only canoe to pay for Biebuma’s medicine during the Great Fever.

*Selling the sacred necklace from his grandmother to buy books for Biebuma.

*Wrestling the river god Owoi-Tuburu at midnight, so Biebuma would not drown during his naming rites by the river.

And finally;

*AyibaTonye declining an invitation the Council of Elders feast just to stay home and sing his son to sleep so his wife could rest.

Biebuma fell on his face on the footpath, breathless.
“I did not know,” he whispered.
The Skyfather’s voice returned, gentle now- like rain on old roofs:
“Fathers do not always explain.
Some carry the world in silence.
Some love with backs bent, not with words spoken but with their stoic presence ”

Biebuma became a changed man.
When he got home he didn’t find his father in their house .
He found him at the riverbank,mending a net with cracked fingers.
His father did not look up.
But when Biebuma knelt, AyibaTonye’s hands paused just for a moment. Then he smiled.
From that day forward ,Biebuma fished with the soul of his father in his heart.
His nets filled not only with fish, but with understanding.
He built a new canoe for AyibaTonye but the old man never used it.
He only smiled and said,
“The river gives…
when the son learns to paddle with both arms.”

And the griots still say today in the creeks of Lufafa:
“To know the weight of a present father’s love,
you must carry what he carried…
and listen for the silence he bore.

WE THANK GOD FOR TODAY'S SEMINAR IT WAS REALLY WONDERFUL.

Thank God we had a very Successful Gada Lunch Today. Today's Event Was indeed Very Historic as it was Very Eventful.

*EVERY MINUTE, SOMEONE LEAVES THIS WORLD.*

Age has nothing to do with it.

We're all in this queue without realizing it.

We never know how many people are in front of us.

We can't go to the back of the line.

We can't get out of line.

We can't stop moving forward.

So, while we wait in line...

Let's make peace!

Let's do good!

Let's tell the truth!

Let's be honest!

This world will leave us one day, that's for sure.

There's no point holding a grudge against someone who could leave at any moment.

There's no point sending a brother to prison when you yourself could leave first.

What's the point of boasting about putting others down when you could be gone in the next few minutes?

Why do you let yourself be deceived by your money, your social position, and your connections, when you're not the first to have them?

While you seek your brother's death for a piece of land in the village, others exploit your continent and even invade planets.

Evil is ignorance.

Pride is for the foolish.

Selfishness is for the poor.

Betrayal is for the weak.

So let's do good while we're still alive!

Let's use the little time we have left to reveal the secret of life.

This secret seems both simple and absurd.

It's what keeps the world on tenterhooks.

May God bless you richly and abundantly.

TODAY IS OLDER PERSONS' DAY

On this occasion, warmest greetings to all ELDERLY citizens and BEST WISHES for an active and HEALTHY LIFE.
ELDERLY PERSONS should note and seriously follow the SAFETY TIPS mentioned BELOW.

A STUDY conducted in the United States shows that more than 51% of older adults FALL while climbing stairs. Every year, many Americans are killed when they fall while climbing stairs.

EXPERT REMINDER:

*After 60, these 10 actions should be AVOIDED:

1. If you must CLIMB the stairs, hold on tightly to the RAILINGS.

2. Do not TURN your head quickly. Warm up your entire body first.

3. Do not BEND your body to touch your TOES. Warm up your entire body first.

4. Do not STAND up to put on your PANTS or UNDERWEAR. Put them on in a SITTING position.

5. Do not SIT down when you LYING DOWN in bed. SIT down on one side (left or right) of your body first.

6. Do not TWIST your body before EXERCISE. Warm up first.

7. Never WALK BACKWARDS. A FALL backward can cause SERIOUS INJURY.

8. Do not BEND at your HIPS to lift heavy weights. BEND your KNEES and lift a heavy object while SQUATTING.

9. Don't JUMP out of bed. Wait a few minutes before getting up.

10. Don't FORCE your DEFECATION. Let it come NATURALLY.

Another IMPORTANT thing you must be ACTIVE in is to always THINK POSITIVE because LIFE is just beginning NOW.

After all these YEARS of hard work, it's time to enjoy LIFE...

Please pass this on to all the ELDERLY.

This is sent to you out of LOVE and much RESPECT. Please don't FORGET to share it with those around you, my DEAR ONES

SHARING IS KIND ❤