• Quote: "A few days ago, I saw a woman frying plantain chips, and before she commenced putting the cut to size plantain into the hot oil, she melted five white polythene into the oil.
    Out of shock, I asked her why she had to melt that into the oil.
    She told me that it is done to harden the chips so it doesn't break.
    Oh nooooo!!!!! I couldn't believe my ears.
    She then went on to ask me if I have ever wondered why the ones they sell in traffic is always firm and hardly breaks.
    My people this is deadly.
    Please stop buying things you can easily prepare at home.
    Kidney failure is rampant these days!
    Please tell your loved ones about this. Shared as copied ... please stay safe " End of quote.
    Quote: "A few days ago, I saw a woman frying plantain chips, and before she commenced putting the cut to size plantain into the hot oil, she melted five white polythene into the oil. Out of shock, I asked her why she had to melt that into the oil. She told me that it is done to harden the chips so it doesn't break. Oh nooooo!!!!! I couldn't believe my ears. She then went on to ask me if I have ever wondered why the ones they sell in traffic is always firm and hardly breaks. My people this is deadly. Please stop buying things you can easily prepare at home. Kidney failure is rampant these days! Please tell your loved ones about this. Shared as copied ... please stay safe 😳☹️" End of quote.
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  • LESSONS FOR WOMEN IN MARRIAGE! +18

    Most women complain of sexual dissatisfaction but the question you should be asking yourself is: Are you playing your part as a woman? Do you know the things that turn your man on? Do you know that a man needs to be caressed and complimented in order to feel like making love to you?

    May You Try This It May Help:

    1. Be romantic, playful, and spontaneous. Touch your man play with his body flirt with him on the phone compliment him always tell him you love him send him dirty suggestive messages.


    2. Please do not be afraid: Ashamed or irritated to take him into your mouth it's exciting once you get the hang of it.

    3. Allow him unlimited access to your body: Allow him to go down on you. Do not hide your sensitive areas: surely why do hide your breasts ears and womanhood then claim he can't turn me on.

    4. Show him you like sex too: It kills a man's ego when he struggles to get it by the time he starts doing it he will be tired from wrestling with you and talking to you to convince you to have it please please if you can convince your man that you also like it and enjoy it it's very important.

    Your man thrives to bring you the latest album of your favorite musician which will stop him from bringing you a new style of sex if he knows you like it.

    5. Respond to his lovemaking: Do not lie there like you are dead run your hands on his back and spread out those legs for him and move up to meet him, moan and groan, hiss like a snake.

    6. If he hits the right spot say it and show it: Urge him on and hold him tight there, speak in tongues.

    7. Suggest positions: And fully participate in your favorite position do not be afraid to go on top.

    8. Satisfy him first he will eventually satisfy you: Make him happy and allow him to enjoy you he will return the compliment.

    9. Do everything, he likes and enjoy pleasing him: You think most men leave you because they got what they wanted: No, they would have discovered that you are not enjoying what they are offering you so enjoy what is offered first!
    LESSONS FOR WOMEN IN MARRIAGE! +18 Most women complain of sexual dissatisfaction but the question you should be asking yourself is: Are you playing your part as a woman? Do you know the things that turn your man on? Do you know that a man needs to be caressed and complimented in order to feel like making love to you? May You Try This It May Help: 1. Be romantic, playful, and spontaneous. Touch your man play with his body flirt with him on the phone compliment him always tell him you love him send him dirty suggestive messages. 2. Please do not be afraid: Ashamed or irritated to take him into your mouth it's exciting once you get the hang of it. 3. Allow him unlimited access to your body: Allow him to go down on you. Do not hide your sensitive areas: surely why do hide your breasts ears and womanhood then claim he can't turn me on. 4. Show him you like sex too: It kills a man's ego when he struggles to get it by the time he starts doing it he will be tired from wrestling with you and talking to you to convince you to have it please please if you can convince your man that you also like it and enjoy it it's very important. Your man thrives to bring you the latest album of your favorite musician which will stop him from bringing you a new style of sex if he knows you like it. 5. Respond to his lovemaking: Do not lie there like you are dead run your hands on his back and spread out those legs for him and move up to meet him, moan and groan, hiss like a snake. 6. If he hits the right spot say it and show it: Urge him on and hold him tight there, speak in tongues. 7. Suggest positions: And fully participate in your favorite position do not be afraid to go on top. 8. Satisfy him first he will eventually satisfy you: Make him happy and allow him to enjoy you he will return the compliment. 9. Do everything, he likes and enjoy pleasing him: You think most men leave you because they got what they wanted: No, they would have discovered that you are not enjoying what they are offering you so enjoy what is offered first!
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  • *POISON THAT KILLS MEN*

    *Once upon a time a beautiful girl got tired of her marriage life and wanted to murder her spouse.*

    *One morning she ran to her mother and say to her " mother, I am tired of my husband I can no longer support his nonsense. I want* *to kill him but I am afraid Law of the land will hold me responsible, can you please help me mother?"*

    *The mother answered:*

    - *Yes my daughter I can help you, but, there is a little task attached.*

    *The daughter asked "what task? I am willing and ready to assume any task attached in order to get him out"*

    *OK, said the mother,*

    *1..You will have to make* *peace with him, so that no one will suspect you when he is dead.*

    *2.. You will have to beautify yourself in order to look young and attractive to him*

    *3.. You have to take good care of him and be very nice and appreciative to him*

    *4.. You have to be patient, loving and less jealous, have more listening ears, be more respectful and obedient*

    *5. Spend your money for him and don’t get angry even when he don't give you money for whatever*

    *6. Don’t raise your voice against but encourage Peace and love so that you will never be suspected when he must* *have died.*

    *Can you do all of that?*
    *Asked the mother.*
    *Yes i can. She replied*
    *OK, said the mother.*

    *Take this powder and pour a bit in his every day meal, it will slowly kill him.*

    *After 30 days the lady came back to her mother and said.*

    *Mother, I have no intention of killing my husband again. As of now I have grown to love him because he has completely changed, he is* *now a very sweet husband than I ever imagined.*

    *What can i do to stop the poison from killing him?*

    *Please help me mother.*

    *She pleaded in a sorrowful tone.*

    *The mother answered;*
    *Do not worry my daughter.* *What I gave you the other day* *was just Tumeric Powder. It will never kill him.*

    *In reality, you were the poison that was slowly killing your husband with tension and dispassion.*

    *It was when you started loving, honouring and cherishing him that you saw him change to a nice and sweet husband.*

    *Men are not really wicked, but our way of relating with them determines their responses and feelings towards us.*

    *Women if you can only show respect, dedication, love, care and commitment to your husband he will 100% be there for you.*

    Happy Father's Day in Advance
    *POISON THAT KILLS MEN* *Once upon a time a beautiful girl got tired of her marriage life and wanted to murder her spouse.* *One morning she ran to her mother and say to her " mother, I am tired of my husband I can no longer support his nonsense. I want* *to kill him but I am afraid Law of the land will hold me responsible, can you please help me mother?"* *The mother answered:* - *Yes my daughter I can help you, but, there is a little task attached.* *The daughter asked "what task? I am willing and ready to assume any task attached in order to get him out"* *OK, said the mother,* *1..You will have to make* *peace with him, so that no one will suspect you when he is dead.* *2.. You will have to beautify yourself in order to look young and attractive to him* *3.. You have to take good care of him and be very nice and appreciative to him* *4.. You have to be patient, loving and less jealous, have more listening ears, be more respectful and obedient* *5. Spend your money for him and don’t get angry even when he don't give you money for whatever* *6. Don’t raise your voice against but encourage Peace and love so that you will never be suspected when he must* *have died.* *Can you do all of that?* *Asked the mother.* *Yes i can. She replied* *OK, said the mother.* *Take this powder and pour a bit in his every day meal, it will slowly kill him.* *After 30 days the lady came back to her mother and said.* *Mother, I have no intention of killing my husband again. As of now I have grown to love him because he has completely changed, he is* *now a very sweet husband than I ever imagined.* *What can i do to stop the poison from killing him?* *Please help me mother.* *She pleaded in a sorrowful tone.* *The mother answered;* *Do not worry my daughter.* *What I gave you the other day* *was just Tumeric Powder. It will never kill him.* *In reality, you were the poison that was slowly killing your husband with tension and dispassion.* *It was when you started loving, honouring and cherishing him that you saw him change to a nice and sweet husband.* *Men are not really wicked, but our way of relating with them determines their responses and feelings towards us.* *Women if you can only show respect, dedication, love, care and commitment to your husband he will 100% be there for you.* Happy Father's Day in Advance😍
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  • A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
    PART 7
    The apartment was silent except for the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall.
    Grace sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. The screen displayed the same notifications she had been ignoring for weeks:
    - 14 Missed Calls from Michael
    - 23 Unread Messages from Sarah
    - 5 Voicemails
    Her finger hovered over the screen, trembling.
    What if they hate me?
    What if it’s too late?
    A part of her was still clinging to Pastor Gideon’s words—"They abandoned you. The church is your family now."
    But the pastor hadn’t called. Hadn’t visited. Hadn’t even replied to her last desperate text.
    The truth was creeping in, slow and suffocating.
    She had been used.
    Grace dialed Pastor Gideon’s number for the fifth time that day.
    It went straight to voicemail.
    Again.
    Her chest tightened. She scrolled through their past messages—all her pleas for spiritual guidance, for comfort, for anything—left on read.
    The last message he had sent was over three weeks ago:
    "Sister Grace, your sacrifice has been noted in heaven. God will reward you in due time."
    Then—nothing.
    Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at the church’s social media page. There was Pastor Gideon, smiling in a sleek new suit, standing beside a luxury car, captioned:
    "Blessed beyond measure! Thank you, Lord, for your provision!"
    Her money.
    Her house.
    Her life.
    All turned into his trophies.
    A sob tore from her throat.
    With shaking hands, Grace finally tapped on Sarah’s messages.
    The first one was from two months ago:
    "Mom, please call me. I miss you."
    Then, a week later:
    "Dad cries every night. Why won’t you talk to us?"
    The most recent one, sent just three days ago:
    "Joy keeps asking for you. She thinks you don’t love her anymore. Please, Mom… just say something."
    Grace’s vision blurred.
    She hadn’t known.
    She hadn’t let herself know.
    Her fingers moved on their own, opening Michael’s voicemails.
    His voice—rough with emotion—filled the room.
    "Grace… it’s me."
    A pause. A shaky breath.
    "The kids… they’re not okay. Sarah had a nightmare last night and called out for you. I didn’t know what to tell her."
    Another pause.
    "I don’t know what that pastor told you, but… I never stopped loving you. I never wanted this divorce. I just… I just didn’t know how to fix things."
    A muffled sound—was he crying?
    "Grace, please. If you ever loved us… just come home."
    The message ended.
    Grace sat frozen.
    Then—
    A second voicemail played automatically.
    Sarah’s voice, small and broken:
    "Mom… it’s my birthday today. You forgot. Dad tried to make it special, but… it’s not the same. I just want you here."*
    A third voicemail.
    Joy, her baby, whispering through tears:
    "Mama… come back. I’ll be good. I promise."
    Grace couldn’t breathe.
    The room spun.
    Her chest burned as if someone had reached inside and ripped her heart out.
    What have I done?
    What have I DONE?
    She stumbled to her feet, gasping, her hands clutching at her chest.
    The walls closed in.
    The phone slipped from her fingers.
    Darkness swallowed her vision.
    The last thing she heard was the sound of her own body hitting the floor.
    TO BE CONTINUED...
    A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 7 The apartment was silent except for the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall. Grace sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. The screen displayed the same notifications she had been ignoring for weeks: - 14 Missed Calls from Michael - 23 Unread Messages from Sarah - 5 Voicemails Her finger hovered over the screen, trembling. What if they hate me? What if it’s too late? A part of her was still clinging to Pastor Gideon’s words—"They abandoned you. The church is your family now." But the pastor hadn’t called. Hadn’t visited. Hadn’t even replied to her last desperate text. The truth was creeping in, slow and suffocating. She had been used. Grace dialed Pastor Gideon’s number for the fifth time that day. It went straight to voicemail. Again. Her chest tightened. She scrolled through their past messages—all her pleas for spiritual guidance, for comfort, for anything—left on read. The last message he had sent was over three weeks ago: "Sister Grace, your sacrifice has been noted in heaven. God will reward you in due time." Then—nothing. Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at the church’s social media page. There was Pastor Gideon, smiling in a sleek new suit, standing beside a luxury car, captioned: "Blessed beyond measure! Thank you, Lord, for your provision!" Her money. Her house. Her life. All turned into his trophies. A sob tore from her throat. With shaking hands, Grace finally tapped on Sarah’s messages. The first one was from two months ago: "Mom, please call me. I miss you." Then, a week later: "Dad cries every night. Why won’t you talk to us?" The most recent one, sent just three days ago: "Joy keeps asking for you. She thinks you don’t love her anymore. Please, Mom… just say something." Grace’s vision blurred. She hadn’t known. She hadn’t let herself know. Her fingers moved on their own, opening Michael’s voicemails. His voice—rough with emotion—filled the room. "Grace… it’s me." A pause. A shaky breath. "The kids… they’re not okay. Sarah had a nightmare last night and called out for you. I didn’t know what to tell her." Another pause. "I don’t know what that pastor told you, but… I never stopped loving you. I never wanted this divorce. I just… I just didn’t know how to fix things." A muffled sound—was he crying? "Grace, please. If you ever loved us… just come home." The message ended. Grace sat frozen. Then— A second voicemail played automatically. Sarah’s voice, small and broken: "Mom… it’s my birthday today. You forgot. Dad tried to make it special, but… it’s not the same. I just want you here."* A third voicemail. Joy, her baby, whispering through tears: "Mama… come back. I’ll be good. I promise." Grace couldn’t breathe. The room spun. Her chest burned as if someone had reached inside and ripped her heart out. What have I done? What have I DONE? She stumbled to her feet, gasping, her hands clutching at her chest. The walls closed in. The phone slipped from her fingers. Darkness swallowed her vision. The last thing she heard was the sound of her own body hitting the floor. TO BE CONTINUED...
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  • 10 THINGS YOU SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO BEFORE YOU COMMIT TO SOMEONE FOR MARRIAGE

    1. HOW THEY HANDLE CORRECTION.

    Marriage will require a lot of learning, unlearning and relearning. If the person is not teachable, marriage will be a challenge.

    2. HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY DON'T GET WHAT THEY WANT.

    If someone cannot handle disappointments, or they always want things to go their way, that will be a difficult spouse.

    3. HOW THEY ACT AROUND THE OPPOSITE GENDER.

    They are in a relationship but act & behave like they are single & open. Someone who gets overly excited around the opposite gender sometimes to the point of forgetting you even exist or wants to entertain and please others, will bring you unnecessary trouble.

    4. HOW THEY ACT WHEN ANGRY.

    Anger is a normal human emotion, but how you control it or how it controls you will determine if you're ready for marriage or you need serious help. Does the person become insulting, violent, threatening and rude when angry; or do they control their temper? Marriage will bring some reasons to be angry here and there; can they handle it?

    5. HOW THEY ACT WHEN THE CONVERSATION IS ABOUT SEX.

    If they get uncomfortable when the conversation is about sex or they get overly lustful; your marriage will have trouble. Marriage should be with someone open about sex conversations and also someone who sees it as something special in marriage.

    6. HOW THEY ACT WHEN THE CONVERSATION IS NOT ABOUT SEX.

    Does the person tune off or show no interest when you talk about other topics? That person is only interested in sex, not a long term bond with you. Be careful!

    7. HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU CAN'T GIVE TIME.

    If there are moments you can't answer the persons phone call because you're in a meeting, function or can't reply immediately to their messages but you get back to them when you're done, does the person understand; or become controlling and insecure, wanting to micromanage your time? You are safe with someone who understands there are other parts and roles in your life that need your attention.

    8. HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT GOD.

    If the person avoids God talk, they will not raise with you the Godly family you are praying for. Quote me anywhere, no marriage can enjoy the blessings that comes with marriage if they take away the one who instituted marriage out of the equation.

    9. HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU GO THROUGH A TOUGH MOMENT.

    When you are having a bad day, when you are in trouble, does the person console you, comfort you and encourage you; or do they avoid your tough moments, are they emotionally unavailable and belittle your feelings. A good spouse cares.

    10. HOW THEY ACT AROUND PEOPLE WITH MORE MONEY AND LESS MONEY.

    There are partners who only wants to be with you when it is rosy & all sunshine. When the going gets tough, they run away and look for a new spark. If the person treats people based on their financial status, be careful. You could be about to get married to an opportunist. A good person is consistent in how he/she handles people of different status.
    10 THINGS YOU SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO BEFORE YOU COMMIT TO SOMEONE FOR MARRIAGE 1. HOW THEY HANDLE CORRECTION. Marriage will require a lot of learning, unlearning and relearning. If the person is not teachable, marriage will be a challenge. 2. HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY DON'T GET WHAT THEY WANT. If someone cannot handle disappointments, or they always want things to go their way, that will be a difficult spouse. 3. HOW THEY ACT AROUND THE OPPOSITE GENDER. They are in a relationship but act & behave like they are single & open. Someone who gets overly excited around the opposite gender sometimes to the point of forgetting you even exist or wants to entertain and please others, will bring you unnecessary trouble. 4. HOW THEY ACT WHEN ANGRY. Anger is a normal human emotion, but how you control it or how it controls you will determine if you're ready for marriage or you need serious help. Does the person become insulting, violent, threatening and rude when angry; or do they control their temper? Marriage will bring some reasons to be angry here and there; can they handle it? 5. HOW THEY ACT WHEN THE CONVERSATION IS ABOUT SEX. If they get uncomfortable when the conversation is about sex or they get overly lustful; your marriage will have trouble. Marriage should be with someone open about sex conversations and also someone who sees it as something special in marriage. 6. HOW THEY ACT WHEN THE CONVERSATION IS NOT ABOUT SEX. Does the person tune off or show no interest when you talk about other topics? That person is only interested in sex, not a long term bond with you. Be careful! 7. HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU CAN'T GIVE TIME. If there are moments you can't answer the persons phone call because you're in a meeting, function or can't reply immediately to their messages but you get back to them when you're done, does the person understand; or become controlling and insecure, wanting to micromanage your time? You are safe with someone who understands there are other parts and roles in your life that need your attention. 8. HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT GOD. If the person avoids God talk, they will not raise with you the Godly family you are praying for. Quote me anywhere, no marriage can enjoy the blessings that comes with marriage if they take away the one who instituted marriage out of the equation. 9. HOW THEY ACT WHEN YOU GO THROUGH A TOUGH MOMENT. When you are having a bad day, when you are in trouble, does the person console you, comfort you and encourage you; or do they avoid your tough moments, are they emotionally unavailable and belittle your feelings. A good spouse cares. 10. HOW THEY ACT AROUND PEOPLE WITH MORE MONEY AND LESS MONEY. There are partners who only wants to be with you when it is rosy & all sunshine. When the going gets tough, they run away and look for a new spark. If the person treats people based on their financial status, be careful. You could be about to get married to an opportunist. A good person is consistent in how he/she handles people of different status.
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  • A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
    PART 6
    Grace sat by the window of her empty mansion, staring at the rain as it painted crooked lines down the glass. Three months had passed since the divorce. Three months of silence from her children. Three months of Michael’s unanswered calls piling up in her voicemail.
    The house was too big. Too quiet.
    She barely ate. Barely slept.
    The only person who still visited was Pastor Gideon.
    A knock at the door startled her.
    Pastor Gideon stood there, his smile wide, his eyes gleaming as they swept over her disheveled appearance—the unwashed hair, the wrinkled clothes, the dark circles under her eyes.
    "Sister Grace," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look... tired."
    Grace wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven’t been sleeping well."
    The pastor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "The devil is attacking your peace. But don’t worry—God has shown me how to help you."
    He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip just a little too tight.
    They sat in the living room; Grace curled into herself on the couch while the pastor paced like a preacher at the pulpit.
    "The church is building a new prayer retreat," he said, his voice swelling with false passion. "A holy place where broken souls like yours can find healing."
    Grace blinked up at him. "That sounds... nice."
    Pastor Gideon smiled. "It will be. But we need your help, Sister Grace. God has placed it on my heart to ask you for a seed offering."
    He pulled out a brochure with glossy pictures of the planned retreat—a grand building with marble floors and golden accents.
    Grace frowned. "How much?"
    The pastor’s grin widened. "Thirty million naira."
    Grace’s breath caught. That was more than half of what Michael had given her.
    But the pastor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This is your chance to buy back God’s favor, Grace. After everything—the divorce, your children abandoning you—don’t you want to be right with the Lord again?"
    Grace’s hands trembled.
    She thought of Sarah’s laughter. Michael’s arms around her. The family she threw away.
    Maybe... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe giving this money would fix things.
    She nodded slowly.
    Pastor Gideon’s eyes glinted.
    Two weeks later, he returned.
    This time, he arrived with a prayer group—three women from the church who circled Grace, laying hands on her, speaking in tongues.
    "You have a spiritual blockage," the pastor declared. "A curse from your past life is stopping your blessings!"
    Grace flinched as the women’s fingers pressed into her skin.
    "How... how do I break it?" she whispered.
    Pastor Gideon sighed, as if burdened by the weight of her sin. "It will require a mighty sacrifice. Twenty million naira. To cleanse your spirit."
    Grace’s stomach twisted. That was nearly all she had left.
    But the women nodded solemnly, their eyes wide with manufactured concern.
    "God is waiting for your obedience, Sister Grace," one murmured.
    Tears spilled down Grace’s cheeks.
    She wrote the check.
    A month passed.
    Grace’s account was almost empty.
    She hadn’t paid her electricity bill. The fridge was bare. The mansion felt like a tomb.
    When Pastor Gideon came again, she was sitting in the dark.
    "Sister Grace," he said, his voice oozing false sympathy. "You look worse."
    Grace didn’t answer.
    The pastor sat beside her, sighing heavily. "I’ve been praying for you. God has revealed the final step to your freedom."
    Grace turned hollow eyes toward him.
    "You must sell this house," he said. "And give the money to the church. It’s the last stronghold of your past life. As long as you live here, the devil will torment you."
    Grace’s lips parted in shock.
    This house was all she had left.
    But the pastor pressed on, his voice smooth as poison. "Your children left you, Grace. Michael abandoned you. But the church has stayed. I have stayed. Who else do you have?"
    Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps.
    No one.
    She had no one.
    The papers were signed.
    The house sold.
    Grace handed every penny to Pastor Gideon, her hands shaking.
    He smiled, patting her cheek like a child. "You’ve done well, Sister Grace. God is pleased."
    Then he left.
    And he never came back.
    Grace sat on the floor of a tiny, rented apartment, her back against the wall, staring at her phone.
    One missed call from Michael.
    One voicemail from Sarah.
    She couldn’t bring herself to listen.
    Outside, the rain fell harder.
    And for the first time, Grace realized the truth:
    She had been the prey all along.
    her bones clean. Now comes the hunger.......
    A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 6 Grace sat by the window of her empty mansion, staring at the rain as it painted crooked lines down the glass. Three months had passed since the divorce. Three months of silence from her children. Three months of Michael’s unanswered calls piling up in her voicemail. The house was too big. Too quiet. She barely ate. Barely slept. The only person who still visited was Pastor Gideon. A knock at the door startled her. Pastor Gideon stood there, his smile wide, his eyes gleaming as they swept over her disheveled appearance—the unwashed hair, the wrinkled clothes, the dark circles under her eyes. "Sister Grace," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look... tired." Grace wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven’t been sleeping well." The pastor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "The devil is attacking your peace. But don’t worry—God has shown me how to help you." He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip just a little too tight. They sat in the living room; Grace curled into herself on the couch while the pastor paced like a preacher at the pulpit. "The church is building a new prayer retreat," he said, his voice swelling with false passion. "A holy place where broken souls like yours can find healing." Grace blinked up at him. "That sounds... nice." Pastor Gideon smiled. "It will be. But we need your help, Sister Grace. God has placed it on my heart to ask you for a seed offering." He pulled out a brochure with glossy pictures of the planned retreat—a grand building with marble floors and golden accents. Grace frowned. "How much?" The pastor’s grin widened. "Thirty million naira." Grace’s breath caught. That was more than half of what Michael had given her. But the pastor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This is your chance to buy back God’s favor, Grace. After everything—the divorce, your children abandoning you—don’t you want to be right with the Lord again?" Grace’s hands trembled. She thought of Sarah’s laughter. Michael’s arms around her. The family she threw away. Maybe... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe giving this money would fix things. She nodded slowly. Pastor Gideon’s eyes glinted. Two weeks later, he returned. This time, he arrived with a prayer group—three women from the church who circled Grace, laying hands on her, speaking in tongues. "You have a spiritual blockage," the pastor declared. "A curse from your past life is stopping your blessings!" Grace flinched as the women’s fingers pressed into her skin. "How... how do I break it?" she whispered. Pastor Gideon sighed, as if burdened by the weight of her sin. "It will require a mighty sacrifice. Twenty million naira. To cleanse your spirit." Grace’s stomach twisted. That was nearly all she had left. But the women nodded solemnly, their eyes wide with manufactured concern. "God is waiting for your obedience, Sister Grace," one murmured. Tears spilled down Grace’s cheeks. She wrote the check. A month passed. Grace’s account was almost empty. She hadn’t paid her electricity bill. The fridge was bare. The mansion felt like a tomb. When Pastor Gideon came again, she was sitting in the dark. "Sister Grace," he said, his voice oozing false sympathy. "You look worse." Grace didn’t answer. The pastor sat beside her, sighing heavily. "I’ve been praying for you. God has revealed the final step to your freedom." Grace turned hollow eyes toward him. "You must sell this house," he said. "And give the money to the church. It’s the last stronghold of your past life. As long as you live here, the devil will torment you." Grace’s lips parted in shock. This house was all she had left. But the pastor pressed on, his voice smooth as poison. "Your children left you, Grace. Michael abandoned you. But the church has stayed. I have stayed. Who else do you have?" Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps. No one. She had no one. The papers were signed. The house sold. Grace handed every penny to Pastor Gideon, her hands shaking. He smiled, patting her cheek like a child. "You’ve done well, Sister Grace. God is pleased." Then he left. And he never came back. Grace sat on the floor of a tiny, rented apartment, her back against the wall, staring at her phone. One missed call from Michael. One voicemail from Sarah. She couldn’t bring herself to listen. Outside, the rain fell harder. And for the first time, Grace realized the truth: She had been the prey all along. her bones clean. Now comes the hunger.......
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  • A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
    PART 5
    The courtroom was cold.
    Grace sat stiffly on the wooden bench, her fingers clutching the edge of the seat as the judge’s voice echoed through the sterile room.
    "Divorce granted."
    Two words. That was all it took to end eighteen years of marriage.
    Beside her, Michael sat with his head bowed, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. Their three children—Sarah, Daniel, and little Joy—were huddled close to him, their faces streaked with silent tears. None of them looked at her.
    Grace’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might crack her ribs.
    Outside the courthouse, Michael approached her, his eyes red-rimmed.
    "Grace," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "It’s not too late. We can stop this."
    She turned away, but he caught her wrist gently.
    "Please," he begged. "For the kids. For us."
    For a fleeting moment, Grace hesitated. She remembered the way he used to smile at her in the mornings, the way he’d pull her close during cold nights.
    But then Pastor Gideon’s voice slithered into her mind:
    "He’s trying to trap you again. Don’t fall for it."
    She yanked her hand away.
    "It’s over, Michael."
    His face crumbled.
    Despite everything, Michael didn’t fight her.
    Out of love—or maybe guilt—he gave her everything:
    - 50 million naira
    - A fully furnished house in a quiet estate
    - A brand-new car
    Their lawyer read out the terms, his voice monotone. Grace should have felt victorious. But all she felt was empty.
    When it came to the children, the judge asked them one by one:
    "Who do you want to live with?"
    Sarah, her eldest, didn’t hesitate. "Daddy."
    Daniel, her sensitive middle child, wiped his nose and nodded. "Daddy too."
    Little Joy, only six years old, clutched her father’s leg and whispered, "I want Daddy."
    Grace’s breath left her lungs in a rush, as if she’d been punched.
    They didn’t choose me.
    Her new house was beautiful.
    Spacious. Quiet. Empty.
    Grace wandered through the rooms like a ghost, her footsteps echoing off the polished floors. She slept in the middle of the king-sized bed, drowning in the silence.
    At night, she cried until her throat was raw, until her pillow was soaked.
    She missed Sarah’s laughter. She missed Daniel’s bedtime stories. She missed Joy’s tiny arms around her neck.
    Most of all, she missed him.
    But it was too late.
    Pastor Gideon visited often, his smile wide and reassuring.
    "You’ve done the right thing, Sister Grace," he said, patting her hand. "God is testing your faith. Stay strong."
    He brought her scriptures about "new beginnings" and "breaking chains." He told her the children would understand one day.
    But when he left, the loneliness swallowed her whole.
    One evening, as she scrolled through old photos on her phone, Michael called.
    Her finger hovered over the answer button.
    Pastor Gideon’s warning rang in her ears:
    "If you go back, you’ll regret it. He’ll never change."
    She let the call go to voicemail.
    That night, Grace dreamed of her old life.
    She was in the kitchen, cooking while Michael hugged her from behind, his lips brushing her neck. The children were laughing in the living room.
    When she woke up, the house was dark.
    And she was alone.
    The weight of her mistake crashed down on her.
    What have I done?
    Days bled into weeks.
    Grace stopped wearing makeup. Stopped cooking. Stopped caring.
    The money, the house, the car—none of it mattered.
    One afternoon, she found Sarah’s hair ribbon tucked in her purse. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the faint scent of her daughter’s shampoo, and broke down.
    She wanted to call Michael. To beg for forgiveness.
    But pride—and the pastor’s voice—held her back.
    Pastor Gideon called her to his office.
    "Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "I’ve been praying for you. God has shown me your next steps."
    He slid a document across the table.
    "Donation to the church’s new building project."
    The amount: 30 million naira.
    Grace stared at it, her stomach churning.
    For the first time, she wondered—
    Was this his plan all along?
    TO BE CONTINUED...
    A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 5 The courtroom was cold. Grace sat stiffly on the wooden bench, her fingers clutching the edge of the seat as the judge’s voice echoed through the sterile room. "Divorce granted." Two words. That was all it took to end eighteen years of marriage. Beside her, Michael sat with his head bowed, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. Their three children—Sarah, Daniel, and little Joy—were huddled close to him, their faces streaked with silent tears. None of them looked at her. Grace’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might crack her ribs. Outside the courthouse, Michael approached her, his eyes red-rimmed. "Grace," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "It’s not too late. We can stop this." She turned away, but he caught her wrist gently. "Please," he begged. "For the kids. For us." For a fleeting moment, Grace hesitated. She remembered the way he used to smile at her in the mornings, the way he’d pull her close during cold nights. But then Pastor Gideon’s voice slithered into her mind: "He’s trying to trap you again. Don’t fall for it." She yanked her hand away. "It’s over, Michael." His face crumbled. Despite everything, Michael didn’t fight her. Out of love—or maybe guilt—he gave her everything: - 50 million naira - A fully furnished house in a quiet estate - A brand-new car Their lawyer read out the terms, his voice monotone. Grace should have felt victorious. But all she felt was empty. When it came to the children, the judge asked them one by one: "Who do you want to live with?" Sarah, her eldest, didn’t hesitate. "Daddy." Daniel, her sensitive middle child, wiped his nose and nodded. "Daddy too." Little Joy, only six years old, clutched her father’s leg and whispered, "I want Daddy." Grace’s breath left her lungs in a rush, as if she’d been punched. They didn’t choose me. Her new house was beautiful. Spacious. Quiet. Empty. Grace wandered through the rooms like a ghost, her footsteps echoing off the polished floors. She slept in the middle of the king-sized bed, drowning in the silence. At night, she cried until her throat was raw, until her pillow was soaked. She missed Sarah’s laughter. She missed Daniel’s bedtime stories. She missed Joy’s tiny arms around her neck. Most of all, she missed him. But it was too late. Pastor Gideon visited often, his smile wide and reassuring. "You’ve done the right thing, Sister Grace," he said, patting her hand. "God is testing your faith. Stay strong." He brought her scriptures about "new beginnings" and "breaking chains." He told her the children would understand one day. But when he left, the loneliness swallowed her whole. One evening, as she scrolled through old photos on her phone, Michael called. Her finger hovered over the answer button. Pastor Gideon’s warning rang in her ears: "If you go back, you’ll regret it. He’ll never change." She let the call go to voicemail. That night, Grace dreamed of her old life. She was in the kitchen, cooking while Michael hugged her from behind, his lips brushing her neck. The children were laughing in the living room. When she woke up, the house was dark. And she was alone. The weight of her mistake crashed down on her. What have I done? Days bled into weeks. Grace stopped wearing makeup. Stopped cooking. Stopped caring. The money, the house, the car—none of it mattered. One afternoon, she found Sarah’s hair ribbon tucked in her purse. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the faint scent of her daughter’s shampoo, and broke down. She wanted to call Michael. To beg for forgiveness. But pride—and the pastor’s voice—held her back. Pastor Gideon called her to his office. "Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "I’ve been praying for you. God has shown me your next steps." He slid a document across the table. "Donation to the church’s new building project." The amount: 30 million naira. Grace stared at it, her stomach churning. For the first time, she wondered— Was this his plan all along? TO BE CONTINUED...
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  • "I lost my mom at 12. A year later, my dad got married. She came with 2 kids, aged 14 a boy & a 16 year-old daughter. We lived together in the house, with me being the youngest.

    I wasn't exactly maltreated, but I was being discriminated against by her children, who always got the best of everything. Growing up in that house was complicated. I did all the cooking & chores, which was a relief compared to what could have been worse - physical abuse. I ate daily meals, though not equally portioned like her kids - they got bigger pieces of meat and extra helpings. I convinced myself it was cuz I was the youngest.

    However, my stepmom's behavior changed slightly when I started excelling in school. She would: Compare my grades to her daughters', Limit my study time, saying "house chores won't do themselves" Make subtle comments like "You think you're smarter than my girls?"
    Despite this, I still respected her as my dad's wife and the mother of my household. Years passed, & my dad retired from his job. In a shocking move, he agreed with my stepmom to stop funding my education, citing "financial constraints. Despite that i was the most brilliant one in the house.

    I was 22 & had to drop out of college to support myself & also helping stepmom in her restaurant business. That's when I met my husband - a rich, kind man who asked for my hand in marriage. My stepmom initially rejected him, saying I was "too young" & offered her older daughter instead. But he insisted on marrying me. When he approached dad, he agreed to our union. The day of my wedding, Stepmom called me into a private room & tearfully apologized for how she had treated me.

    I forgave her, & we started Afresh. For over a year, we lived happily. She'd visit me often, helping with advice & support, especially when I became pregnant. Later on, after giving birth to my son, my stepmom visited, with the initial plan to stay with me for at least 6 months helping with nighttime feedings & caregiving tips. But 3 days ago something terrifying happened... While holding my 4-week-old b"by, my stepmom claimed she was "extremely sleepy" & accidentally dropped her. My son was rushed to the hospital, where doctors administered: Oxygen therapy, Phenobarbital to prevent any seizures. Thankfully, my baby is fine now...

    A week before this incident, I walked into the kitchen to find my stepmom preparing my baby's bath water - it was scalding hot!. But all she could say was she "forgot" to test the temperature with her hand before putting the b"by in. Luckily, & thank God I intervened just in time, & my baby was unharmed. So now I'm really confused & consumed by doubts: If my stepmom's actions are truly accidental, or actually intentional or could it be just an act of carelessness & if i should still allow her to stay & help for the remaining 5 months, or could my bæby's safety be at risk? Please, help! kindly guide me through this.
    "I lost my mom at 12. A year later, my dad got married. She came with 2 kids, aged 14 a boy & a 16 year-old daughter. We lived together in the house, with me being the youngest. I wasn't exactly maltreated, but I was being discriminated against by her children, who always got the best of everything. Growing up in that house was complicated. I did all the cooking & chores, which was a relief compared to what could have been worse - physical abuse. I ate daily meals, though not equally portioned like her kids - they got bigger pieces of meat and extra helpings. I convinced myself it was cuz I was the youngest. However, my stepmom's behavior changed slightly when I started excelling in school. She would: Compare my grades to her daughters', Limit my study time, saying "house chores won't do themselves" Make subtle comments like "You think you're smarter than my girls?" Despite this, I still respected her as my dad's wife and the mother of my household. Years passed, & my dad retired from his job. In a shocking move, he agreed with my stepmom to stop funding my education, citing "financial constraints. Despite that i was the most brilliant one in the house. I was 22 & had to drop out of college to support myself & also helping stepmom in her restaurant business. That's when I met my husband - a rich, kind man who asked for my hand in marriage. My stepmom initially rejected him, saying I was "too young" & offered her older daughter instead. But he insisted on marrying me. When he approached dad, he agreed to our union. The day of my wedding, Stepmom called me into a private room & tearfully apologized for how she had treated me. I forgave her, & we started Afresh. For over a year, we lived happily. She'd visit me often, helping with advice & support, especially when I became pregnant. Later on, after giving birth to my son, my stepmom visited, with the initial plan to stay with me for at least 6 months helping with nighttime feedings & caregiving tips. But 3 days ago something terrifying happened... While holding my 4-week-old b"by, my stepmom claimed she was "extremely sleepy" & accidentally dropped her. My son was rushed to the hospital, where doctors administered: Oxygen therapy, Phenobarbital to prevent any seizures. Thankfully, my baby is fine now... A week before this incident, I walked into the kitchen to find my stepmom preparing my baby's bath water - it was scalding hot!. But all she could say was she "forgot" to test the temperature with her hand before putting the b"by in. Luckily, & thank God I intervened just in time, & my baby was unharmed. So now I'm really confused & consumed by doubts: If my stepmom's actions are truly accidental, or actually intentional or could it be just an act of carelessness & if i should still allow her to stay & help for the remaining 5 months, or could my bæby's safety be at risk? Please, help! kindly guide me through this.
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  • "I lost my mom at 12. A year later, my dad got married. She came with 2 kids, aged 14 a boy & a 16 year-old daughter. We lived together in the house, with me being the youngest.

    I wasn't exactly maltreated, but I was being discriminated against by her children, who always got the best of everything. Growing up in that house was complicated. I did all the cooking & chores, which was a relief compared to what could have been worse - physical abuse. I ate daily meals, though not equally portioned like her kids - they got bigger pieces of meat and extra helpings. I convinced myself it was cuz I was the youngest.

    However, my stepmom's behavior changed slightly when I started excelling in school. She would: Compare my grades to her daughters', Limit my study time, saying "house chores won't do themselves" Make subtle comments like "You think you're smarter than my girls?"
    Despite this, I still respected her as my dad's wife and the mother of my household. Years passed, & my dad retired from his job. In a shocking move, he agreed with my stepmom to stop funding my education, citing "financial constraints. Despite that i was the most brilliant one in the house.

    I was 22 & had to drop out of college to support myself & also helping stepmom in her restaurant business. That's when I met my husband - a rich, kind man who asked for my hand in marriage. My stepmom initially rejected him, saying I was "too young" & offered her older daughter instead. But he insisted on marrying me. When he approached dad, he agreed to our union. The day of my wedding, Stepmom called me into a private room & tearfully apologized for how she had treated me.

    I forgave her, & we started Afresh. For over a year, we lived happily. She'd visit me often, helping with advice & support, especially when I became pregnant. Later on, after giving birth to my son, my stepmom visited, with the initial plan to stay with me for at least 6 months helping with nighttime feedings & caregiving tips. But 3 days ago something terrifying happened... While holding my 4-week-old b"by, my stepmom claimed she was "extremely sleepy" & accidentally dropped her. My son was rushed to the hospital, where doctors administered: Oxygen therapy, Phenobarbital to prevent any seizures. Thankfully, my baby is fine now...

    A week before this incident, I walked into the kitchen to find my stepmom preparing my baby's bath water - it was scalding hot!. But all she could say was she "forgot" to test the temperature with her hand before putting the b"by in. Luckily, & thank God I intervened just in time, & my baby was unharmed. So now I'm really confused & consumed by doubts: If my stepmom's actions are truly accidental, or actually intentional or could it be just an act of carelessness & if i should still allow her to stay & help for the remaining 5 months, or could my bæby's safety be at risk? Please, help! kindly guide me through this.

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    "I lost my mom at 12. A year later, my dad got married. She came with 2 kids, aged 14 a boy & a 16 year-old daughter. We lived together in the house, with me being the youngest. I wasn't exactly maltreated, but I was being discriminated against by her children, who always got the best of everything. Growing up in that house was complicated. I did all the cooking & chores, which was a relief compared to what could have been worse - physical abuse. I ate daily meals, though not equally portioned like her kids - they got bigger pieces of meat and extra helpings. I convinced myself it was cuz I was the youngest. However, my stepmom's behavior changed slightly when I started excelling in school. She would: Compare my grades to her daughters', Limit my study time, saying "house chores won't do themselves" Make subtle comments like "You think you're smarter than my girls?" Despite this, I still respected her as my dad's wife and the mother of my household. Years passed, & my dad retired from his job. In a shocking move, he agreed with my stepmom to stop funding my education, citing "financial constraints. Despite that i was the most brilliant one in the house. I was 22 & had to drop out of college to support myself & also helping stepmom in her restaurant business. That's when I met my husband - a rich, kind man who asked for my hand in marriage. My stepmom initially rejected him, saying I was "too young" & offered her older daughter instead. But he insisted on marrying me. When he approached dad, he agreed to our union. The day of my wedding, Stepmom called me into a private room & tearfully apologized for how she had treated me. I forgave her, & we started Afresh. For over a year, we lived happily. She'd visit me often, helping with advice & support, especially when I became pregnant. Later on, after giving birth to my son, my stepmom visited, with the initial plan to stay with me for at least 6 months helping with nighttime feedings & caregiving tips. But 3 days ago something terrifying happened... While holding my 4-week-old b"by, my stepmom claimed she was "extremely sleepy" & accidentally dropped her. My son was rushed to the hospital, where doctors administered: Oxygen therapy, Phenobarbital to prevent any seizures. Thankfully, my baby is fine now... A week before this incident, I walked into the kitchen to find my stepmom preparing my baby's bath water - it was scalding hot!. But all she could say was she "forgot" to test the temperature with her hand before putting the b"by in. Luckily, & thank God I intervened just in time, & my baby was unharmed. So now I'm really confused & consumed by doubts: If my stepmom's actions are truly accidental, or actually intentional or could it be just an act of carelessness & if i should still allow her to stay & help for the remaining 5 months, or could my bæby's safety be at risk? Please, help! kindly guide me through this. Photo by
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  • *WHEN LOVE CORRECTS YOU, IT'S A GIFT — NOT AN ATTACK*


    In every relationship, there comes a moment when your partner sees something you might not — a habit, an attitude, or a silence that’s hurting you both.

    Love isn’t just about sweet words or happy moments. Sometimes love shows up as correction — a wake-up call, a mirror reflecting what you need to see, even if it’s hard.

    A caring partner might say:
    “You’ve changed — what’s really going on?”
    “That friend isn’t good for your peace.”
    “You’re working too much and missing us.”
    “This silence between us is growing — we need to talk.”

    It’s natural to feel hurt or defensive when corrected. But ask yourself:
    If your partner can’t tell you the truth, who will?
    If you always defend your pride, how can love grow?

    Healthy relationships aren’t about control or criticism — they’re about accountability and care.
    Being corrected doesn’t mean you’re less loved. It means your partner wants the best for you — and for the life you’re building together.

    If you only accept comfort and avoid correction, you risk staying stuck in patterns that quietly destroy love.
    If you always want to be right, you might end up alone.

    So next time your partner points out something hard, listen with your heart, not just your ears.
    They aren’t trying to change you — they’re trying to protect what you both cherish.

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    *WHEN LOVE CORRECTS YOU, IT'S A GIFT — NOT AN ATTACK* In every relationship, there comes a moment when your partner sees something you might not — a habit, an attitude, or a silence that’s hurting you both. Love isn’t just about sweet words or happy moments. Sometimes love shows up as correction — a wake-up call, a mirror reflecting what you need to see, even if it’s hard. A caring partner might say: “You’ve changed — what’s really going on?” “That friend isn’t good for your peace.” “You’re working too much and missing us.” “This silence between us is growing — we need to talk.” It’s natural to feel hurt or defensive when corrected. But ask yourself: If your partner can’t tell you the truth, who will? If you always defend your pride, how can love grow? Healthy relationships aren’t about control or criticism — they’re about accountability and care. Being corrected doesn’t mean you’re less loved. It means your partner wants the best for you — and for the life you’re building together. If you only accept comfort and avoid correction, you risk staying stuck in patterns that quietly destroy love. If you always want to be right, you might end up alone. So next time your partner points out something hard, listen with your heart, not just your ears. They aren’t trying to change you — they’re trying to protect what you both cherish. Remember: Let love guide you. Let pride rest. Let growth begin together.. God bless us all. Please don't go without reacting 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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  • I marry early, just 20 years old.
    My husband na 24 that time.

    We love ourself well-well.

    E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle.

    We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby.

    But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain.

    I labour for almost 3 days.
    When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak.

    Two hours later, my pikin d!e.
    I cry tire.
    My husband too cry.

    But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again."

    Six months later, I carry belle again.
    After 9 months — another stillbirth.

    Third belle, the same thing happen.

    Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.”

    But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen.

    Some people say na spiritual matter.
    We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer.

    Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one.

    I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e.

    Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear.

    Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again.

    I tell my husband make we try adopt for now.
    Him agree.

    I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish.

    My husband vex.
    Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again.

    I begin follow the matter spiritually again.
    Different prophecies, no solution.

    One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money.

    Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million.
    She say e legit.

    I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out."

    I go borrow money.
    I give my friend 600k as first payment.

    One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me.

    I shock.
    My heart cut.

    I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter"

    Next day, police land arrest me.

    My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.”

    I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.”

    Just like play, I land prison.
    No lawyer.
    No family.

    My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence.

    My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her.

    She promise to help me too. Nothing happen.

    I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish.

    Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people.

    Different NGO dey come prison.
    Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope.

    Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out.

    Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me.

    She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail.

    When I reach house, my husband don move.
    Don remarry with three children already.

    When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match.

    That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.”

    She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills.
    From there I start my small baking business.

    But inside me, I still dey cry.
    I no even fit look mirror.
    I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope.

    One day, I go deliver wedding cake.

    As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house.

    I tell myself, “I go change this story.”

    I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type.

    I watch make-up beginners videos.
    I start to buy small affordable good clothes.

    I begin dey apply simple makeup.
    I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin.

    I begin see my beauty again.

    Customers begin notice.
    Begin compliment me.

    I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile.

    My self-confidence begin return.

    One day, I go deliver cake again.
    I dress well.

    The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business.

    But na love him come find.

    Him fine, young, tall — and kind.
    I open up tell am everything.

    He say, “Your past no be your name.
    Let’s build something new.”

    Today, I don marry again.
    I don born two boys through CS operation.

    Dem survive.
    My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years.

    My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again.

    I don finally become mama.

    Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story.

    ---

    To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you.

    The pain of stillbirth no be small thing.

    Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand.

    Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited.

    But make you hear this one: you never fail.
    Your womb no betray you.

    Your heart still be the heart of a mother.

    And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you.

    To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look —

    My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body.

    Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary.

    Self love dey build back self esteem

    You go rise again and glow in your own time.

    To the women wey their husband don abandon them —

    No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away.

    God never walk away from you.

    Stand up, dust your pain, start again.
    Look good, take care of yourself.
    You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again.

    To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles —

    May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears.
    Amen.

    @highlight
    I marry early, just 20 years old. My husband na 24 that time. We love ourself well-well. E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle. We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby. But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain. I labour for almost 3 days. When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak. Two hours later, my pikin d!e. I cry tire. My husband too cry. But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again." Six months later, I carry belle again. After 9 months — another stillbirth. Third belle, the same thing happen. Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.” But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen. Some people say na spiritual matter. We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer. Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one. I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e. Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear. Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again. I tell my husband make we try adopt for now. Him agree. I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish. My husband vex. Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again. I begin follow the matter spiritually again. Different prophecies, no solution. One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money. Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million. She say e legit. I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out." I go borrow money. I give my friend 600k as first payment. One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me. I shock. My heart cut. I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter" Next day, police land arrest me. My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.” I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.” Just like play, I land prison. No lawyer. No family. My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence. My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her. She promise to help me too. Nothing happen. I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish. Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people. Different NGO dey come prison. Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope. Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out. Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me. She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail. When I reach house, my husband don move. Don remarry with three children already. When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match. That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.” She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills. From there I start my small baking business. But inside me, I still dey cry. I no even fit look mirror. I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope. One day, I go deliver wedding cake. As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house. I tell myself, “I go change this story.” I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type. I watch make-up beginners videos. I start to buy small affordable good clothes. I begin dey apply simple makeup. I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin. I begin see my beauty again. Customers begin notice. Begin compliment me. I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile. My self-confidence begin return. One day, I go deliver cake again. I dress well. The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business. But na love him come find. Him fine, young, tall — and kind. I open up tell am everything. He say, “Your past no be your name. Let’s build something new.” Today, I don marry again. I don born two boys through CS operation. Dem survive. My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years. My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again. I don finally become mama. Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story. --- To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you. The pain of stillbirth no be small thing. Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand. Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited. But make you hear this one: you never fail. Your womb no betray you. Your heart still be the heart of a mother. And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you. To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look — My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body. Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary. Self love dey build back self esteem You go rise again and glow in your own time. To the women wey their husband don abandon them — No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away. God never walk away from you. Stand up, dust your pain, start again. Look good, take care of yourself. You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again. To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles — May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears. Amen. @highlight
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    In every relationship, there comes a moment when your partner sees something you might not — a habit, an attitude, or a silence that’s hurting you both.

    Love isn’t just about sweet words or happy moments. Sometimes love shows up as correction — a wake-up call, a mirror reflecting what you need to see, even if it’s hard.

    A caring partner might say:
    “You’ve changed — what’s really going on?”
    “That friend isn’t good for your peace.”
    “You’re working too much and missing us.”
    “This silence between us is growing — we need to talk.”

    It’s natural to feel hurt or defensive when corrected. But ask yourself:
    If your partner can’t tell you the truth, who will?
    If you always defend your pride, how can love grow?

    Healthy relationships aren’t about control or criticism — they’re about accountability and care.
    Being corrected doesn’t mean you’re less loved. It means your partner wants the best for you — and for the life you’re building together.

    If you only accept comfort and avoid correction, you risk staying stuck in patterns that quietly destroy love.
    If you always want to be right, you might end up alone.

    So next time your partner points out something hard, listen with your heart, not just your ears.
    They aren’t trying to change you — they’re trying to protect what you both cherish.

    Remember: Let love guide you. Let pride rest. Let growth begin together.. God bless us all. Please don't go without reacting

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    *WHEN LOVE CORRECTS YOU, IT'S A GIFT — NOT AN ATTACK* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaGhjo07tkjCfXdy322U In every relationship, there comes a moment when your partner sees something you might not — a habit, an attitude, or a silence that’s hurting you both. Love isn’t just about sweet words or happy moments. Sometimes love shows up as correction — a wake-up call, a mirror reflecting what you need to see, even if it’s hard. A caring partner might say: “You’ve changed — what’s really going on?” “That friend isn’t good for your peace.” “You’re working too much and missing us.” “This silence between us is growing — we need to talk.” It’s natural to feel hurt or defensive when corrected. But ask yourself: If your partner can’t tell you the truth, who will? If you always defend your pride, how can love grow? Healthy relationships aren’t about control or criticism — they’re about accountability and care. Being corrected doesn’t mean you’re less loved. It means your partner wants the best for you — and for the life you’re building together. If you only accept comfort and avoid correction, you risk staying stuck in patterns that quietly destroy love. If you always want to be right, you might end up alone. So next time your partner points out something hard, listen with your heart, not just your ears. They aren’t trying to change you — they’re trying to protect what you both cherish. Remember: Let love guide you. Let pride rest. Let growth begin together.. God bless us all. Please don't go without reacting 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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