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2025-08-07 16:59:44 - Translate

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.

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.

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2025-08-07 10:32:53 - Translate

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

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

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2025-08-07 06:30:54 - Translate

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

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 💐

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Job Maxwell
2025-08-07 06:01:53 - Translate

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

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Job Maxwell
2025-08-07 05:59:37 - Translate

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

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Duru Joseph
2025-08-07 05:44:54 - Translate

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

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

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Umoru Idris
2025-08-06 18:44:07 - Translate

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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: 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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This afternoon I was going through the record of one of my keke riders in my office.
He would be free this month and keke will officially become his.

I remember what happened before I handed the keke over to him.

One of my riders referred him.
So I told him to get one more guarantor since my rider already counts as one. We always ask for two.

He came back and said his “cousin” who lives on the same street would stand for him.
I told him to bring the guy.

He brought him.
We vetted him, he signed the guarantor form, and left.
That same night, the so-called cousin called me.
He said he’s backing out, that he doesn’t want to be a guarantor again. That Infact the chukwudi is his neighbor not cousins

But that wasn’t even the part that shocked me.

He said and I quote
“Give him that keke at your own risk. That guy is dubious. He’s a thief. He said horrible things about you.”
I won’t lie, I didn’t sleep well that night.

The next morning, I called Chukwudi to the office.
I didn’t tell him what his neighbor said.

I just told him, “Your cousin doesn’t want to stand for you again.”

Omo this guy fell on the ground crying.
The cry touched me.

Right there, I made a decision:
I told him, “I’ll still give you this keke. But if you mess up, I’ll get you arrested and you’ll rot in jail.”
And that I will use every means to get him.

I don’t know, something in my spirit just said, “Help him.”
And because the person who referred him is one of my trusted riders, I took the risk.

Today, Chukwudi is one of my best riders.
Not once has he owed me. Not even a day.

While checking his file today, I asked myself
What if I had listened to his neighbor?

That same neighbor called him a thief.
Imagine if I had let that comment shape my decision.

This thing taught me something:
👉🏽 The person who will try to block your breakthrough isn’t always a stranger. Sometimes, it’s the person living next door.
👉🏽 And when you want to help someone, listen to your spirit not what people say

When I hand him the keke papers and keys this month, I’ll tell him everything.

I’ve kept this story for two years plus.

And honestly? I’m just happy I didn’t listen.
Happy that I’m part of his journey.
Happy that I followed my own mind.

Be careful who you listen to when it comes to people.
Not everyone that smiles at you wants you to rise.

Thanks @kelvin Onovo for this piece.

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This afternoon I was going through the record of one of my keke riders in my office. He would be free this month and keke will officially become his. I remember what happened before I handed the keke over to him. One of my riders referred him. So I told him to get one more guarantor since my rider already counts as one. We always ask for two. He came back and said his “cousin” who lives on the same street would stand for him. I told him to bring the guy. He brought him. We vetted him, he signed the guarantor form, and left. That same night, the so-called cousin called me. He said he’s backing out, that he doesn’t want to be a guarantor again. That Infact the chukwudi is his neighbor not cousins But that wasn’t even the part that shocked me. He said and I quote “Give him that keke at your own risk. That guy is dubious. He’s a thief. He said horrible things about you.” I won’t lie, I didn’t sleep well that night. The next morning, I called Chukwudi to the office. I didn’t tell him what his neighbor said. I just told him, “Your cousin doesn’t want to stand for you again.” Omo this guy fell on the ground crying. The cry touched me. Right there, I made a decision: I told him, “I’ll still give you this keke. But if you mess up, I’ll get you arrested and you’ll rot in jail.” And that I will use every means to get him. I don’t know, something in my spirit just said, “Help him.” And because the person who referred him is one of my trusted riders, I took the risk. Today, Chukwudi is one of my best riders. Not once has he owed me. Not even a day. While checking his file today, I asked myself What if I had listened to his neighbor? That same neighbor called him a thief. Imagine if I had let that comment shape my decision. This thing taught me something: 👉🏽 The person who will try to block your breakthrough isn’t always a stranger. Sometimes, it’s the person living next door. 👉🏽 And when you want to help someone, listen to your spirit not what people say When I hand him the keke papers and keys this month, I’ll tell him everything. I’ve kept this story for two years plus. And honestly? I’m just happy I didn’t listen. Happy that I’m part of his journey. Happy that I followed my own mind. Be careful who you listen to when it comes to people. Not everyone that smiles at you wants you to rise. Thanks @kelvin Onovo for this piece. @highlight

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2025-08-06 04:33:11 - Translate

*She saved a Captured Mermaid at the Riger. 7 days Later, This happened...*

The mermaid tied to the tree lifted her hand, tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Please help me… they will sell me,” she whispered, voice shaking like dry leaves.

Amanda’s knees turned to water; every part of her said run.

But those wide, sorrowful eyes held her still.
Hunters’ laughter drifted closer—boots crunching the undergrowth.

One heartbeat. One breath.
Amanda balanced a clay pot on her head and walked toward the river before sunrise. The cool mist touched her cheeks, and the dew on the grass wet her bare feet. She chose this hour because the path was quiet—no gossiping neighbours, no children splashing water, just birds waking up and frogs croaking in the bush. Amanda was a widow, living in a one‑room mud hut at the edge of Ajoa Village. She had two children, Dara and Kemi, and not enough money to feed them well. Each morning she fetched water, pounded cassava, and prayed the roof would not leak when the heavy rains came.

That morning felt like any other until she filled her pot, lifted it onto her head, and decided to take the shorter bush track home. Halfway along the narrow path, she heard deep voices and loud laughter. Three hunters leaned against a mango tree, rifles on their shoulders, leather bags full of traps hanging at their sides. Amanda greeted them politely, “Good morning,” and kept walking, but their talk floated after her like smoke.

“Ah, we are rich now,” one hunter bragged. “I still can’t believe we caught that captured mermaid near the river last night.”
Another slapped his thigh. “The big man in the city will pay anything for her. Mermaid scales bring plenty money.”

Amanda’s heart jumped. A mermaid? Caught by hunters? She hurried on, but their words stuck in her ears. She reached a fork in the path and slipped behind the tall bamboo, hoping to avoid the men completely. As she stepped through the grass, a small cry reached her—weak, shaky, and full of fear.
“Help… please… someone help me…”
Amanda froze, set her heavy pot on the ground, and listened. The cry came again. She moved toward a bunch of bamboo shoots and peeked through the green stems.

A young woman—no, not a woman, something else—was tied to a thick tree trunk. Her wrists were wrapped with rough rope, her long wet hair stuck to her cheeks, and tears rolled down her face. But what made Amanda gasp was the silver tail where legs should be. Scales shone faintly even in the dim light. The hunters had spoken true: a real mermaid, captured, helpless.
“Please,” the mermaid whispered, lifting a trembling hand. “They will come back. They will sell me. Help me.”

Amanda’s first thought was to run. Every village story warned that mermaids lured people to watery graves. But the creature before her did not look dangerous; she looked frightened. Amanda looked around—no hunters in sight. Yet the rope at the mermaid’s tail and wrists was thick and tight, tied by men who knew knots.
“Are… are you real?” Amanda asked, voice small.
“Yes,” the mermaid breathed. “My name is Lira. Let me go.”

Amanda’s legs shook. She heard distant footsteps—maybe hunters returning. She stepped closer and touched the rope. The knot scraped her fingers, and fear pounded in her chest. Should she risk her life for a being she didn’t understand? Lira’s eyes, dark and full of pleading, answered her. Amanda pulled at the knot. It barely moved. She worked faster, nails digging, sweat starting to bead on her forehead.
Voices drifted nearer. “Let’s check on the catch,” a hunter said.

Full story here

https://youtu.be/AFWfQCymels

*She saved a Captured Mermaid at the Riger. 7 days Later, This happened...* The mermaid tied to the tree lifted her hand, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Please help me… they will sell me,” she whispered, voice shaking like dry leaves. Amanda’s knees turned to water; every part of her said run. But those wide, sorrowful eyes held her still. Hunters’ laughter drifted closer—boots crunching the undergrowth. One heartbeat. One breath. Amanda balanced a clay pot on her head and walked toward the river before sunrise. The cool mist touched her cheeks, and the dew on the grass wet her bare feet. She chose this hour because the path was quiet—no gossiping neighbours, no children splashing water, just birds waking up and frogs croaking in the bush. Amanda was a widow, living in a one‑room mud hut at the edge of Ajoa Village. She had two children, Dara and Kemi, and not enough money to feed them well. Each morning she fetched water, pounded cassava, and prayed the roof would not leak when the heavy rains came. That morning felt like any other until she filled her pot, lifted it onto her head, and decided to take the shorter bush track home. Halfway along the narrow path, she heard deep voices and loud laughter. Three hunters leaned against a mango tree, rifles on their shoulders, leather bags full of traps hanging at their sides. Amanda greeted them politely, “Good morning,” and kept walking, but their talk floated after her like smoke. “Ah, we are rich now,” one hunter bragged. “I still can’t believe we caught that captured mermaid near the river last night.” Another slapped his thigh. “The big man in the city will pay anything for her. Mermaid scales bring plenty money.” Amanda’s heart jumped. A mermaid? Caught by hunters? She hurried on, but their words stuck in her ears. She reached a fork in the path and slipped behind the tall bamboo, hoping to avoid the men completely. As she stepped through the grass, a small cry reached her—weak, shaky, and full of fear. “Help… please… someone help me…” Amanda froze, set her heavy pot on the ground, and listened. The cry came again. She moved toward a bunch of bamboo shoots and peeked through the green stems. A young woman—no, not a woman, something else—was tied to a thick tree trunk. Her wrists were wrapped with rough rope, her long wet hair stuck to her cheeks, and tears rolled down her face. But what made Amanda gasp was the silver tail where legs should be. Scales shone faintly even in the dim light. The hunters had spoken true: a real mermaid, captured, helpless. “Please,” the mermaid whispered, lifting a trembling hand. “They will come back. They will sell me. Help me.” Amanda’s first thought was to run. Every village story warned that mermaids lured people to watery graves. But the creature before her did not look dangerous; she looked frightened. Amanda looked around—no hunters in sight. Yet the rope at the mermaid’s tail and wrists was thick and tight, tied by men who knew knots. “Are… are you real?” Amanda asked, voice small. “Yes,” the mermaid breathed. “My name is Lira. Let me go.” Amanda’s legs shook. She heard distant footsteps—maybe hunters returning. She stepped closer and touched the rope. The knot scraped her fingers, and fear pounded in her chest. Should she risk her life for a being she didn’t understand? Lira’s eyes, dark and full of pleading, answered her. Amanda pulled at the knot. It barely moved. She worked faster, nails digging, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. Voices drifted nearer. “Let’s check on the catch,” a hunter said. Full story here 👇 https://youtu.be/AFWfQCymels

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