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Title: My Arranged Marriage
Episode 1: The Day My Bride Brought Her Ex to Our Wedding

I always knew my family was chaotic, but I didn’t know they were diabolical until the day I walked into my own wedding and nearly fainted. Not because of cold feet — but because the bride, the woman I was supposed to marry, was sitting on the stage laughing with her ex-boyfriend, whom she brought along like a plus-one.

Yes, her ex. To our wedding.

Let me start from the beginning.

It began two months ago when Mama burst into my room like a hurricane dressed in Ankara and holy anointing.
"Obinna, your bachelorhood is a spiritual attack!"
She clutched her Bible and her phone, scrolling through WhatsApp pictures of potential wives like it was Tinder for African mothers.

I was 29, a civil engineer in Lagos, and deeply single—not because I couldn't find love, but because the last girl I loved used my rent money to buy a Brazilian wig and disappeared with a sugar daddy who sold building materials.

So, when Mama insisted on arranging a marriage, I laughed. Until Papa added his voice.
“If you don’t marry before July, forget your inheritance. We will donate your land to the church!”

July was two months away.

That was how I met Amaka.
Photos first. Then video calls. She was pretty. Soft-spoken. From Enugu. A nurse. And, according to her mother, a virgin. (My cousin Ugochi whispered, “Aunty, check that thing well. These days, even calculators reset.”)

I agreed to meet her. She smiled, giggled, and spoke gently. But something felt... rehearsed. Like she was playing a role.

Still, the wedding date was fixed. Invitations printed. Cow bought. Church booked. DJ paid. Mama danced every night to Flavour’s songs as if the wedding was her own.

And then the big day came.

The hall glittered with decorations. Guests arrived in gele and agbada. My friends teased me “Obinna, you go finally chop life!”

Then I saw her. Amaka. Dressed in white. Gorgeous. Smiling. Until I noticed the man sitting beside her, whispering in her ear and holding her hand.

I frowned.
“Who is that?” I asked my brother.

My brother squinted. “I think he came with the bride.”

“Came with the"

Before I could finish, Mama appeared beside me, all smiles and sweat. “You look handsome, my son. Now go and smile at your bride.”

“I will smile after I know who that guy is.”

Mama hissed and walked off.

So, I marched up to Amaka, heart racing. “Who is this?”

She blinked, calm. “Oh! Meet Chuka. My best friend. He’s like… family.”

Chuka stood, extended his hand, smiling like a goat that just chewed your exam script. “Nice to meet you, bro.”

Bro?

I ignored his hand. “Can we talk privately?”

Amaka sighed, dragged me aside, and said the thing that nearly made me remove my agbada and run home in boxers.

“I invited him because... well... he’s important to me. We dated for six years. He’s the one who taught me how to love. But my parents didn’t approve. So I had to settle for this... arrangement.”

I stood still, blinking.
“Settle?”

“Yes,” she said. “But you’re kind. You’ll understand.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I did not understand.

My uncle, who saw me shaking like a leaf, whispered, “Is it heartbreak or hunger? Should we bring you small jollof rice to calm your nerves?”

I wanted to run, but the hall was full, the gifts were stacked, and the caterers were serving. A pastor was waiting. A crowd was watching.

Then I remembered what my grandmother once said:
“If you must embarrass the devil, do it with boldness.”

So, I climbed the stage, grabbed the mic, and said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming. But I just found out that I am not the main actor in this wedding. I am an extra.”

Gasps.

Chuka choked on his zobo. Amaka’s face turned pale. Mama tried to grab the mic, but I raised my hand dramatically.

“This wedding is cancelled. But don’t worry there’s plenty of food. Eat, drink, and take selfies. Just know that Obinna has left the chat!”

I walked out, head high, heart free. That night, I ate the wedding jollof alone in my boxers and watched Nollywood movies till 2 a.m.

A week later, I met Adaeze, my neighbor who had always lent me pepper without asking for it back. She knocked on my door with a plate of hot rice and a smile.

And guess what?

Title: My Arranged Marriage Episode 1: The Day My Bride Brought Her Ex to Our Wedding I always knew my family was chaotic, but I didn’t know they were diabolical until the day I walked into my own wedding and nearly fainted. Not because of cold feet — but because the bride, the woman I was supposed to marry, was sitting on the stage laughing with her ex-boyfriend, whom she brought along like a plus-one. Yes, her ex. To our wedding. Let me start from the beginning. It began two months ago when Mama burst into my room like a hurricane dressed in Ankara and holy anointing. "Obinna, your bachelorhood is a spiritual attack!" She clutched her Bible and her phone, scrolling through WhatsApp pictures of potential wives like it was Tinder for African mothers. I was 29, a civil engineer in Lagos, and deeply single—not because I couldn't find love, but because the last girl I loved used my rent money to buy a Brazilian wig and disappeared with a sugar daddy who sold building materials. So, when Mama insisted on arranging a marriage, I laughed. Until Papa added his voice. “If you don’t marry before July, forget your inheritance. We will donate your land to the church!” July was two months away. That was how I met Amaka. Photos first. Then video calls. She was pretty. Soft-spoken. From Enugu. A nurse. And, according to her mother, a virgin. (My cousin Ugochi whispered, “Aunty, check that thing well. These days, even calculators reset.”) I agreed to meet her. She smiled, giggled, and spoke gently. But something felt... rehearsed. Like she was playing a role. Still, the wedding date was fixed. Invitations printed. Cow bought. Church booked. DJ paid. Mama danced every night to Flavour’s songs as if the wedding was her own. And then the big day came. The hall glittered with decorations. Guests arrived in gele and agbada. My friends teased me “Obinna, you go finally chop life!” Then I saw her. Amaka. Dressed in white. Gorgeous. Smiling. Until I noticed the man sitting beside her, whispering in her ear and holding her hand. I frowned. “Who is that?” I asked my brother. My brother squinted. “I think he came with the bride.” “Came with the" Before I could finish, Mama appeared beside me, all smiles and sweat. “You look handsome, my son. Now go and smile at your bride.” “I will smile after I know who that guy is.” Mama hissed and walked off. So, I marched up to Amaka, heart racing. “Who is this?” She blinked, calm. “Oh! Meet Chuka. My best friend. He’s like… family.” Chuka stood, extended his hand, smiling like a goat that just chewed your exam script. “Nice to meet you, bro.” Bro? I ignored his hand. “Can we talk privately?” Amaka sighed, dragged me aside, and said the thing that nearly made me remove my agbada and run home in boxers. “I invited him because... well... he’s important to me. We dated for six years. He’s the one who taught me how to love. But my parents didn’t approve. So I had to settle for this... arrangement.” I stood still, blinking. “Settle?” “Yes,” she said. “But you’re kind. You’ll understand.” Ladies and gentlemen, I did not understand. My uncle, who saw me shaking like a leaf, whispered, “Is it heartbreak or hunger? Should we bring you small jollof rice to calm your nerves?” I wanted to run, but the hall was full, the gifts were stacked, and the caterers were serving. A pastor was waiting. A crowd was watching. Then I remembered what my grandmother once said: “If you must embarrass the devil, do it with boldness.” So, I climbed the stage, grabbed the mic, and said: “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming. But I just found out that I am not the main actor in this wedding. I am an extra.” Gasps. Chuka choked on his zobo. Amaka’s face turned pale. Mama tried to grab the mic, but I raised my hand dramatically. “This wedding is cancelled. But don’t worry there’s plenty of food. Eat, drink, and take selfies. Just know that Obinna has left the chat!” I walked out, head high, heart free. That night, I ate the wedding jollof alone in my boxers and watched Nollywood movies till 2 a.m. A week later, I met Adaeze, my neighbor who had always lent me pepper without asking for it back. She knocked on my door with a plate of hot rice and a smile. And guess what?

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THE VILLAGE OF THE TWO HUNDRED EYES
An African Folktale of Communal Wisdom
by
Linda Somiari - Stewart

In the heart of the green valley of N’nika, where hills rolled like the backs of resting lions and baobab trees whispered secrets to the stars, a child was born on a moonlit night.

Her name was Zoya, which means “peace after longing.” Her mother, Amina, had wept for many seasons, her womb quiet like an abandoned fireplace. Her father, Kwaku, had prayed by rivers and planted trees that never bore fruit. But when Zoya arrived, laughter returned to their home like rain after drought.

Now, in many places worldwide, a child is considered the property of the parents. “My daughter,” “my son.” But in N’nika, a child belongs to the people. There, they say, “A child is birthed by four eyes, but nurtured by two hundred.”

And so, Zoya was not only the joy of her mother and father, she was the moonbeam of the village. Her first laugh echoed from hut to hut like festival drums. When she took her first step, an elder carved the memory into wood. When she said her first word—"Maji" (water)—the village griot sang it into the evening fire.

Each villager played their part. Old Mama Binta, whose eyes had dimmed but whose spirit saw clearly, taught Zoya riddles and proverbs. Uncle Sefu, who shaped clay like it was born in his palms, showed her how to mold earth into beauty. Auntie Dede, swift-footed as a gazelle, taught her to dance on the drum’s breath. Even Blind Baba Chikere, who never saw her face, listened to her soul and reminded her, “You are more than what eyes can see.”

One day, when the rains were late and the air cracked with dryness, Zoya, now a child of seven seasons, saw a brilliant green butterfly flutter past. Her eyes widened. She remembered Mama Binta's tale: “The butterfly that glows like emerald flies toward old magic.” Curious, fearless, Zoya followed.

She wandered into the forest, past the watchful iroko tree, into the thick silence where children were told not to stray.
Hours passed. Shadows lengthened. The sun bowed out.

Panic rose like smoke in Amina’s chest. Kwaku’s hands trembled. But before their fear became thunder, the village moved.

Mama Binta said, “She spoke of butterflies this morning.”

Uncle Sefu recalled, “She asked me about the old stone under the iroko tree, the one shaped like wings.”

After pausing her grinding, Auntie Dede added, “I saw her head toward the bush path near the river bend.”
No one said, “Not my child.”
Because Zoya belonged to all of them.

The drum was sounded - not in alarm, but in unity. Two hundred eyes awakened. Old legs and young feet marched. Voices called her name not angrily but with love braided into every syllable.

They found her just as dusk kissed the sky. She sat peacefully beside a stone shaped like wings, humming a song she had learned from Baba Chikere. When asked if she was scared, she said, “No. I knew someone would come. Someone always comes when someone is lost.”

That night, under a sky heavy with stars and the smell of roasted maize, the village held a feast - not just for Zoya’s return, but for the power of many eyes, hands, and hearts.

Zoya grew into a woman of many talents. She became a healer, a teacher, and a singer of old songs. When she had her own child, she did not build a wall around them. She opened her door wide.

And when strangers from far lands encounter her versatility, they would ask, “Who taught you such wisdom?” She would say: “The eyes that watched me were many.
The love that raised me was village-wide and deep.”
And so, dear friend, learn this: The natural order is not to raise any child alone. Whether in Nairobi or New York, Lagos or London, an authentic village is not made of huts and fences - but of hearts willing to see, hands willing to hold, and spirits willing to lift. Please do your best to return the natural order to our neighborhoods and villages.

THE VILLAGE OF THE TWO HUNDRED EYES An African Folktale of Communal Wisdom by Linda Somiari - Stewart In the heart of the green valley of N’nika, where hills rolled like the backs of resting lions and baobab trees whispered secrets to the stars, a child was born on a moonlit night. Her name was Zoya, which means “peace after longing.” Her mother, Amina, had wept for many seasons, her womb quiet like an abandoned fireplace. Her father, Kwaku, had prayed by rivers and planted trees that never bore fruit. But when Zoya arrived, laughter returned to their home like rain after drought. Now, in many places worldwide, a child is considered the property of the parents. “My daughter,” “my son.” But in N’nika, a child belongs to the people. There, they say, “A child is birthed by four eyes, but nurtured by two hundred.” And so, Zoya was not only the joy of her mother and father, she was the moonbeam of the village. Her first laugh echoed from hut to hut like festival drums. When she took her first step, an elder carved the memory into wood. When she said her first word—"Maji" (water)—the village griot sang it into the evening fire. Each villager played their part. Old Mama Binta, whose eyes had dimmed but whose spirit saw clearly, taught Zoya riddles and proverbs. Uncle Sefu, who shaped clay like it was born in his palms, showed her how to mold earth into beauty. Auntie Dede, swift-footed as a gazelle, taught her to dance on the drum’s breath. Even Blind Baba Chikere, who never saw her face, listened to her soul and reminded her, “You are more than what eyes can see.” One day, when the rains were late and the air cracked with dryness, Zoya, now a child of seven seasons, saw a brilliant green butterfly flutter past. Her eyes widened. She remembered Mama Binta's tale: “The butterfly that glows like emerald flies toward old magic.” Curious, fearless, Zoya followed. She wandered into the forest, past the watchful iroko tree, into the thick silence where children were told not to stray. Hours passed. Shadows lengthened. The sun bowed out. Panic rose like smoke in Amina’s chest. Kwaku’s hands trembled. But before their fear became thunder, the village moved. Mama Binta said, “She spoke of butterflies this morning.” Uncle Sefu recalled, “She asked me about the old stone under the iroko tree, the one shaped like wings.” After pausing her grinding, Auntie Dede added, “I saw her head toward the bush path near the river bend.” No one said, “Not my child.” Because Zoya belonged to all of them. The drum was sounded - not in alarm, but in unity. Two hundred eyes awakened. Old legs and young feet marched. Voices called her name not angrily but with love braided into every syllable. They found her just as dusk kissed the sky. She sat peacefully beside a stone shaped like wings, humming a song she had learned from Baba Chikere. When asked if she was scared, she said, “No. I knew someone would come. Someone always comes when someone is lost.” That night, under a sky heavy with stars and the smell of roasted maize, the village held a feast - not just for Zoya’s return, but for the power of many eyes, hands, and hearts. Zoya grew into a woman of many talents. She became a healer, a teacher, and a singer of old songs. When she had her own child, she did not build a wall around them. She opened her door wide. And when strangers from far lands encounter her versatility, they would ask, “Who taught you such wisdom?” She would say: “The eyes that watched me were many. The love that raised me was village-wide and deep.” And so, dear friend, learn this: The natural order is not to raise any child alone. Whether in Nairobi or New York, Lagos or London, an authentic village is not made of huts and fences - but of hearts willing to see, hands willing to hold, and spirits willing to lift. Please do your best to return the natural order to our neighborhoods and villages.

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2025-06-12 19:26:50 - Translate

I need some help here

Me and my partner have been married going on 5 years. We have a kid and children from previous relationships, we both have sacrificed alot for our kids and that includes our free time. We dont go out, drink, party anymore between either of us....its just the kids

We never have date nights as we dont have any family, we usually always do things together.

I have been for the past year in school to where i go away for three days out of the week sometimes twice a month, its paid through my work. Its not a holiday and includes studying the entire time. It created alot of resentment because "I" got to go out and be free, my partner works from home and made me going to school doable and i thank them for that. I am also at this time done with school and will not be doing this in the near future in any way

But again, outside of that i dont go anywhere or do anything for myself

Well since about March my partner dicided that they were going to work on themself, but it essentially meant im going out when you get home to go to the gym,friends, just out etc

Im just home the kids, ive made past complaints about the frequency, NOT what shes doing.....just that i didn't feel like it needed to be everyday

I got pushback and was accused of being controlling, but it seemed like she would atleast stay home a night or two atleast.

But here we are again, its everyday the gym, and free time is spent elsewhere and "its because you dont work from home and you dont understand"

Am i being unreasonable? Is it normal for yall's partners to just go out every night and tell you to deal with it? Why am i default for just being home every night alone? And why do i have to give a headsup if i ever need to do anything, or maybe something for myself? Im starting to get to the point of being resentful/lonely and dont want to do this anymore because i feel like there cant be a middle ground. I just get told that this is what im doing, and your going to have to deal with it, why cant we do things that are all inclusive as a family or try and figure out date nights?

And just to add something, we both are hands on with the kids, they do morning routines and i help get them ready. I pick the kids up at night and do night time routine with the partner OCASSIONALLY helping, we both do cooking cleaning etc.

One more edit we both get off at 5 im home by 530 after picking kids up

They'll be gone from
6-11
8-10
7-10
530-12

It varries from whatever they say they're going out doing, but i honestly feel like they jusy dont want to be home with me or the kids

I need some help here Me and my partner have been married going on 5 years. We have a kid and children from previous relationships, we both have sacrificed alot for our kids and that includes our free time. We dont go out, drink, party anymore between either of us....its just the kids We never have date nights as we dont have any family, we usually always do things together. I have been for the past year in school to where i go away for three days out of the week sometimes twice a month, its paid through my work. Its not a holiday and includes studying the entire time. It created alot of resentment because "I" got to go out and be free, my partner works from home and made me going to school doable and i thank them for that. I am also at this time done with school and will not be doing this in the near future in any way But again, outside of that i dont go anywhere or do anything for myself Well since about March my partner dicided that they were going to work on themself, but it essentially meant im going out when you get home to go to the gym,friends, just out etc Im just home the kids, ive made past complaints about the frequency, NOT what shes doing.....just that i didn't feel like it needed to be everyday I got pushback and was accused of being controlling, but it seemed like she would atleast stay home a night or two atleast. But here we are again, its everyday the gym, and free time is spent elsewhere and "its because you dont work from home and you dont understand" Am i being unreasonable? Is it normal for yall's partners to just go out every night and tell you to deal with it? Why am i default for just being home every night alone? And why do i have to give a headsup if i ever need to do anything, or maybe something for myself? Im starting to get to the point of being resentful/lonely and dont want to do this anymore because i feel like there cant be a middle ground. I just get told that this is what im doing, and your going to have to deal with it, why cant we do things that are all inclusive as a family or try and figure out date nights? And just to add something, we both are hands on with the kids, they do morning routines and i help get them ready. I pick the kids up at night and do night time routine with the partner OCASSIONALLY helping, we both do cooking cleaning etc. One more edit we both get off at 5 im home by 530 after picking kids up They'll be gone from 6-11 8-10 7-10 530-12 It varries from whatever they say they're going out doing, but i honestly feel like they jusy dont want to be home with me or the kids

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Today in History - The Throne That Was Never Sat On

M.K.O. Abiola went to the street on June 11, 1994.

Not just any street, but Epetedo, the beating heart of Lagos Island, where dust rises with every footstep and the people speak truth without fear. He went not with an army, but with a mandate. Not with guns, but with courage.

It was the eve of the first anniversary of June 12, 1993, the day Abiola won Nigeria's freest and fairest presidential election. Running under the Social Democratic Party (SDP), he secured 58.36% of the votes, winning 20 out of 30 states and uniting a country divided by tribe, tongue, and faith.

Nigerians chose him.

The world watched and cheered.

But the military had other plans.

General Ibrahim Babangida, then Head of State, annulled the election without warning. He crushed the voice of the people with silence. Chaos followed. Students marched. Journalists fought censorship. Human rights lawyers resisted. Out of the fire came NADECO, a movement born to demand democracy.

Babangida, under pressure, stepped aside and installed an interim government led by Chief Ernest Shonekan. But it was a name without power. And by November 1993, General Sani Abacha swept in like a storm and took control by force.

The country held its breath.

But Abiola refused to vanish into the shadows.

On June 11, 1994, he rose again. In the streets of Epetedo, surrounded by the very people who gave him their votes, Abiola declared himself the democratically elected President of Nigeria.

That same evening, the regime struck.

Two hundred police vehicles stormed Lagos like thunder. Abiola was arrested, charged with treason, and locked away. The man with the loudest democratic mandate in Nigeria's history was silenced, not by the people, but by power.

He never came out alive.

Four years later, on July 7, 1998, just before his expected release, M.K.O. Abiola died in detention, under suspicious and bitter circumstances.

But what he stood for never died.

Today in History - The Throne That Was Never Sat On M.K.O. Abiola went to the street on June 11, 1994. Not just any street, but Epetedo, the beating heart of Lagos Island, where dust rises with every footstep and the people speak truth without fear. He went not with an army, but with a mandate. Not with guns, but with courage. It was the eve of the first anniversary of June 12, 1993, the day Abiola won Nigeria's freest and fairest presidential election. Running under the Social Democratic Party (SDP), he secured 58.36% of the votes, winning 20 out of 30 states and uniting a country divided by tribe, tongue, and faith. Nigerians chose him. The world watched and cheered. But the military had other plans. General Ibrahim Babangida, then Head of State, annulled the election without warning. He crushed the voice of the people with silence. Chaos followed. Students marched. Journalists fought censorship. Human rights lawyers resisted. Out of the fire came NADECO, a movement born to demand democracy. Babangida, under pressure, stepped aside and installed an interim government led by Chief Ernest Shonekan. But it was a name without power. And by November 1993, General Sani Abacha swept in like a storm and took control by force. The country held its breath. But Abiola refused to vanish into the shadows. On June 11, 1994, he rose again. In the streets of Epetedo, surrounded by the very people who gave him their votes, Abiola declared himself the democratically elected President of Nigeria. That same evening, the regime struck. Two hundred police vehicles stormed Lagos like thunder. Abiola was arrested, charged with treason, and locked away. The man with the loudest democratic mandate in Nigeria's history was silenced, not by the people, but by power. He never came out alive. Four years later, on July 7, 1998, just before his expected release, M.K.O. Abiola died in detention, under suspicious and bitter circumstances. But what he stood for never died.

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Next Season TIME TABLE

June 2025
01 Transfer window opens
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15 Club World Cup starts
16 Transfer window resumes
18 EPL fixtures released

July 2025
08 UCL Qualifiers
13 Club World Cup Final

August 2025
11 Carabao Round 1
15 EPL season starts
28 UCL League Stage draw

September 2025
01 Transfer window closes
01 International Break
16 UCL Matchday 1
30 UCL Matchday 2

Octobe2025
06 International Break
21 UCL Matchday 3

November 2025
04 UCL Matchday 4
10 International Break
25 UCL Matchday 5

December 2025
09 UCL Matchday 6
21 AFCON starts

January 2026
01 Transfer window opens
18 AFCON Final
20 UCL Matchday 7
28 UCL Matchday 8 (concurrent games)
30 UCL Knockout Playoffs Draw

February 2026
02 Transfer window closes
17 UCL Playoffs 1st Leg
24 UCL Playoffs 2nd Leg
27 UCL Round of 16 Draw

March 2026
10 UCL R16 1st Leg
17 UCL R16 2nd Leg
22 Carabao Final
23 International Break

April 2026
07 UCL QF 1st Leg
14 UCL QF 2nd Leg
28 UCL SF 1st Leg

May 2026
05 UCL SF 2nd Leg
20 Europa Final (Istanbul)
24 Last day of sgveason (concurrent games)
27 Conference Final (Leipzig)
30 UCL Final (Budapest)

June 2026
11 FIFA World Cup 2026

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A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 4
The house was too quiet.
Grace sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the rim of her morning coffee cup, the steam long gone. Michael had left early again—another "business meeting." But this time, something felt different. Her stomach twisted in knots, and no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, the feeling clung to her like a shadow.
She picked up her phone, scrolling mindlessly until a message notification popped up.
It was from an unknown number.
Her breath hitched as she opened it.
"Your husband and his secretary look so cozy together at the Silver Spoon Café. Thought you should know."
Attached was a photo—Michael sitting across from his young, beautiful secretary, their heads close together as they smiled over documents.
Grace’s hands trembled.
She didn’t remember driving to Michael’s office.
All she knew was the burning in her chest, the way her pulse roared in her ears. She burst through the doors, ignoring the startled receptionist, and marched straight to his office.
And there they were—Michael and her—standing close, the secretary laughing at something he said.
Grace saw red.
"Grace? What are you—" Michael started, his eyes widening as she stormed in.
"Who is she?!" Grace screamed, pointing at the secretary.
The young woman stepped back, her face paling. "Mrs. Thompson, I—"
"Grace, calm down!" Michael moved between them, his hands raised. "This isn’t what you think!"
"Then what is it?!" Her voice cracked, raw with betrayal. "Another business meeting? Another late night? How long has this been going on?!"
Michael’s jaw tightened. "Nothing is going on! We were just going over contracts!"
Grace let out a bitter laugh. "Contracts? Is that what you call it now?"
She lunged forward, shoving him hard. Michael stumbled back, shock flashing across his face.
"Grace, stop!"
But she couldn’t. The rage, the hurt, the months of loneliness—it all erupted. She grabbed the nearest thing—a glass paperweight—and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, the sound like a gunshot in the tense silence.
The secretary screamed, scrambling out of the room.
Michael grabbed Grace’s wrists, his grip firm. "Grace, enough! You’re acting crazy!"
"*Crazy?!" She wrenched free, tears streaming down her face. "You’ve been lying to me! You’ve been cheating on me!"
"I haven’t!" Michael’s voice broke. "Grace, please—just listen to me!"
But she didn’t want to listen.
She couldn’t.
The ride home was a blur.
Michael followed her, pleading the entire way, but Grace barely heard him. All she could hear was Pastor Gideon’s voice in her head:
"If you stay, you will die."
When they got home, the children were there—their three beautiful babies, their faces filled with confusion and fear as they watched their parents scream at each other.
"Daddy? Mommy?" little Sarah whispered, her eyes wide with tears.
Grace’s heart shattered.
But she couldn’t stop.
She packed her bags that night.
Michael begged on his knees, his voice broken. "Grace, please… Don’t do this. I love you. We love you."
The children cried, clinging to her legs. "Mommy, don’t go!"
Grace closed her eyes, her hands shaking as she zipped up her suitcase.
Pastor Gideon’s words echoed louder.
"God wants you free."
She turned away, walking out the door without looking back.
When she arrived at the church, Pastor Gideon welcomed her with open arms.
"Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "You’ve done the right thing. God is pleased."
He patted her back, his smile wide. "This is your new beginning."
Grace nodded, but deep down, beneath the numbness, a voice whispered:
What have I done?
That night, alone in the small apartment the pastor had arranged for her, Grace sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, staring at her phone.
There were 17 missed calls from Michael.
32 messages from the kids.
And one voicemail—Sarah’s tiny, broken voice:
"Mommy… please come home."
Grace pressed a hand to her mouth, choking back a sob.
For the first time, she wondered—had she made the biggest mistake of her life?
TO BE CONTINUED...

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 4 The house was too quiet. Grace sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the rim of her morning coffee cup, the steam long gone. Michael had left early again—another "business meeting." But this time, something felt different. Her stomach twisted in knots, and no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, the feeling clung to her like a shadow. She picked up her phone, scrolling mindlessly until a message notification popped up. It was from an unknown number. Her breath hitched as she opened it. "Your husband and his secretary look so cozy together at the Silver Spoon Café. Thought you should know." Attached was a photo—Michael sitting across from his young, beautiful secretary, their heads close together as they smiled over documents. Grace’s hands trembled. She didn’t remember driving to Michael’s office. All she knew was the burning in her chest, the way her pulse roared in her ears. She burst through the doors, ignoring the startled receptionist, and marched straight to his office. And there they were—Michael and her—standing close, the secretary laughing at something he said. Grace saw red. "Grace? What are you—" Michael started, his eyes widening as she stormed in. "Who is she?!" Grace screamed, pointing at the secretary. The young woman stepped back, her face paling. "Mrs. Thompson, I—" "Grace, calm down!" Michael moved between them, his hands raised. "This isn’t what you think!" "Then what is it?!" Her voice cracked, raw with betrayal. "Another business meeting? Another late night? How long has this been going on?!" Michael’s jaw tightened. "Nothing is going on! We were just going over contracts!" Grace let out a bitter laugh. "Contracts? Is that what you call it now?" She lunged forward, shoving him hard. Michael stumbled back, shock flashing across his face. "Grace, stop!" But she couldn’t. The rage, the hurt, the months of loneliness—it all erupted. She grabbed the nearest thing—a glass paperweight—and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, the sound like a gunshot in the tense silence. The secretary screamed, scrambling out of the room. Michael grabbed Grace’s wrists, his grip firm. "Grace, enough! You’re acting crazy!" "*Crazy?!" She wrenched free, tears streaming down her face. "You’ve been lying to me! You’ve been cheating on me!" "I haven’t!" Michael’s voice broke. "Grace, please—just listen to me!" But she didn’t want to listen. She couldn’t. The ride home was a blur. Michael followed her, pleading the entire way, but Grace barely heard him. All she could hear was Pastor Gideon’s voice in her head: "If you stay, you will die." When they got home, the children were there—their three beautiful babies, their faces filled with confusion and fear as they watched their parents scream at each other. "Daddy? Mommy?" little Sarah whispered, her eyes wide with tears. Grace’s heart shattered. But she couldn’t stop. She packed her bags that night. Michael begged on his knees, his voice broken. "Grace, please… Don’t do this. I love you. We love you." The children cried, clinging to her legs. "Mommy, don’t go!" Grace closed her eyes, her hands shaking as she zipped up her suitcase. Pastor Gideon’s words echoed louder. "God wants you free." She turned away, walking out the door without looking back. When she arrived at the church, Pastor Gideon welcomed her with open arms. "Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "You’ve done the right thing. God is pleased." He patted her back, his smile wide. "This is your new beginning." Grace nodded, but deep down, beneath the numbness, a voice whispered: What have I done? That night, alone in the small apartment the pastor had arranged for her, Grace sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, staring at her phone. There were 17 missed calls from Michael. 32 messages from the kids. And one voicemail—Sarah’s tiny, broken voice: "Mommy… please come home." Grace pressed a hand to her mouth, choking back a sob. For the first time, she wondered—had she made the biggest mistake of her life? TO BE CONTINUED...

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WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie

In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project.

He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment.

He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked.

He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project. He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment. He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked. He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

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2025-06-10 11:13:55 - Translate

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie

In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project.

He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment.

He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked.

He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project. He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment. He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked. He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

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WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie

In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project.

He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment.

He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked.

He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project. He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment. He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked. He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

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WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie

In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project.

He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment.

He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked.

He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project. He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment. He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked. He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

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2025-06-10 11:12:30 - Translate

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie

In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project.

He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment.

He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked.

He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project. He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment. He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked. He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

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WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie

In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project.

He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment.

He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked.

He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

WE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO LAY THE FOUNDATION OF THE CATHEDRAL WHEN GOD INSTRUCTED US TO BUILD. - Pastor David Ibiyeomie In a bid to encourage members to always walk by faith and not by sight, Pastor David Ibiyeomie of Salvation Ministries told the congregation on Sunday how the money in the Church account could not even lay the foundation of the Hand of God Cathedral when he received an instruction from God to start the project. He further explained that it was faith that made him take steps towards the realization of the building project. He understood the fact that if God gave them the marching order to start, He would certainly make provisions for its accomplishment. He explained further by saying, “without faith, you can't walk with God.” Those saying ‘seeing is believing’ cannot work with God because “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen - Hebrews 11:1.” He further admonished believers never to use such statements. It is not of God, he remarked. He concluded by saying, “in the Kingdom, you believe to see. You can't use Thomas’ faith ‘seeing to believe’ to get Abraham’s blessings. You don't have to see what God says before you believe; you have to believe to see.”

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