I saw the post below. It touched the core of my soul. With people like Chiemelie Kyrian Offor, I am again hopeful for my country. God bless him

***Let me share this here.***

Of this incident that happened a few hours ago.

I wasn’t supposed to stop.

But I did.

There was chaos just ahead of the supermarket gate somewhere in Surulere.

A black Toyota Corolla was surrounded by three LASTMA officials.

The driver, mid-40s, shirt soaked in sweat, kept pacing between them.

And something in his voice stopped me.

"Please. Please just look inside the car. He is not even moving anymore. That’s my son. He is sick, he is very sick. We were going to the hospital. I only stepped in to grab his medication. I was gone for just five minutes."

One of the officials shook his head like he’d heard it a thousand times.

"You people always have stories. Why park where you're not supposed to? You want us to lose our job?"

Another officer barked.

"Oga, if you don’t bring ₦70,000 now, this car is going to the yard. And from there? You’ll need close to ₦400,000 to bail it."

The man reached out. Not to touch them. Just to plead.
They stepped back like he carried something contagious.

"I swear I’m not lying. Please. He has severe asthma. I forgot the nebulizer at home. I was rushing to the hospital, Faithview, just ten minutes from here. Look at him! You have a child, right? Please, have sympathy."

That was when I looked.

The boy,maybe ten, was in the backseat, his small frame slumped against the door, eyes half-closed. His chest heaved in rapid spasms, every breath sounding like gravel grinding in a pipe.

His fingers trembled. His lips were turning dark.

So I stepped forward.

"What’s wrong with him?"

The father looked at me, disoriented.

"Asthma. It started an hour ago. He had a mild attack in the morning, but it’s worsening fast. I was going to get him treated and just stopped for a refill. Please, sir… help me talk to them."

I tried to talk to the LASTMA officers but they ignored me so I turned back to the man.

"Try and sort this with them, let me take him to the hospital."

His eyes widened.

"You…?”

"We don't have another option and there is no time. He needs oxygen. Now.”

He hesitated.

"You’re a stranger."

"I am. But your son is dying.”

He looked back at the boy.

Then at me.

He obviously saw that there was no other option left.

His lips trembled.

"Give me your number. Please.”

I gave him mine.

And he gave me his.

I opened the door and gently lifted the boy from the backseat.

He was warm. Burning. His eyes barely focused on mine.

As I placed him in my car, the father shouted behind me.

"Please, call me the moment you get there. Please don’t let anything happen to him!"

I nodded once. Then I got into the car and quickly drove off.

The hospital wasn’t crowded, I guess because it was a private one.

I rushed in carrying the boy in both arms.

"Emergency! Severe asthma attack. Ten-year-old boy!"

The receptionist stood up so fast her chair hit the wall.

She shouted.

"Treatment Room Two! Get Doctor Okafor!"

While I tried to fill the form I was given, two nurses rushed and took the boy, placed him on the oxygen tank, connected a nebulizer, and began checking vitals.

One of the nurses murmured.

"He’s tachypneic. Respiration over 40. Oxygen saturation 82%."

The doctor said as he rushed in still zipping his scrubs.

"Get the hydrocortisone ready. Nebulize him every 20 minutes. Keep him on oxygen. If he doesn’t stabilize, we’re moving to adrenaline injection.”

I stood there.

My heart pounding.

This wasn’t my child.

But it felt like my fight.

Minutes passed.

Then the doctor came out.

“He is stable."

He said, wiping his forehead.

"That was close. He’ll be okay, but he needs to stay a few hours for monitoring.”

I thanked him so much.

The bill came.

₦89,000.

I paid with my debit card.

I stepped outside and called the boy’s father.

He picked on the first ring.

“Hello! Sir, please, is he?"

"He is stable. He is getting oxygen and treatment.”

A pause.

Then I heard the man begin to cry. Softly.

I didn’t speak. I let him.

But he wasn’t done.

“They’ve taken the car. They refused to wait. I was still begging when the towing truck came. They said the 70K grace was over. I’m at their yard in Iponri now. Sir… they’re asking for ₦385,000 to release my car.”

I looked at the hospital door behind me.

Then at the sky.

Then back to my car.

I didn't know what to say to him.

But all I found myself saying was.

"I’m coming.”

And I meant it.

He couldn't believe his ears.

I arrived at the LASTMA office just before 3PM.

The weather was warm, no sun, but the heat stuck to my skin like wet cloth.

I found him standing by a corner fence, head down, fingers digging into his scalp.

He was tired and confused.

So I said to him gently.

"Sir."

He looked up like someone coming out of a bad dream. His eyes were red, his face streaked with dry sweat and tears.

He approached me nervously.

His voice was hoarse.

"My car… they have impounded it. Said I’ll pay ₦385,000. They even threatened to keep increasing the fine by day. That car is my only source of income. That's my office from where I make money to take care of my son and my wife. God, please, help me."

I told him.

"Stay calm. Nothing will happen to your car, you'll get it back, I believe."

He nodded slowly.

"They have been laughing at me. One said, ‘Your son is sick? Na why you go break law? You think say we be Red Cross?’"

I felt something cold stir in my chest.

Not rage.

Just sadness.

I said to him.

"Please, come with me."

We walked into the building.

Inside, it smelled of engine oil, sweat, and indifference.

I approached the counter.

“Good afternoon. I’d like to speak with your superior officer. It’s regarding a car that was impounded a few hours ago, black Toyota Corolla.”

A thickset officer with bloodshot eyes looked up at me. "Eeyyaa who you be? Police or Army? Abeg everything you want to say, say it here. We don’t have time.”

I responded calmly but firm.

"I was the one who rushed the sick boy to the hospital, I have the hospital card and bill here. He was in the back seat of that vehicle. That child would have died today if I didn’t act."

He scoffed.

"And so? Good for him. E mean say we no go do our job?”

"No one said that but this man was in an emergency. All he asked was a few more minutes. Instead, you people want to extort him. Now you’re billing him almost ₦400,000. This isn’t traffic enforcement. It’s cruelty."

Another officer chimed in.

"Oga, the car don enter system. Na only Oga inside go override am. And e no dey see everybody."

"Then let him see me."

"As governor of Lagos State or as who?"

Silence.

I stood my ground.

"Get your superior. I’ll wait.”

The minutes crawled.

The father stood beside me like a child awaiting judgment.

Fortunately, a senior officer emerged.

Bald, tall, stern. I saw his name tag.

He sized me up before he said.

"What’s the problem?”

I stepped forward and told the story. From the moment I saw the boy wheezing in the back seat, to carrying him into the hospital, to paying the ₦89,000 hospital bill, to returning only to find the car had been towed.

The Commander listened without interruption. Then he asked a single question:

“Do you have proof the boy was sick?”

I handed him the hospital bill and the case card. He studied them for a long moment.

Then something shifted in his eyes.

He looked at the officers behind the desk.

"You towed the vehicle knowing a child was dying in it?"

"Sir, the man parked in a no-parking."

"I didn’t ask that. I asked if you knew a child was in distress in the car."

No one answered.

He sighed.

"Release the car. Immediately. Remove the fine. No man should suffer for saving his own son’s life. And you."

He turned to the father.

"You’re lucky someone still has a conscience in this country. Thank this guy for stepping in."

The man fell to his knees.

"Thank you. Thank you, sir… I swear, thank you…"

When the superior left, he turned to me.

And his voice broke.

"You didn’t know me. Yet you rushed my son to the hospital. You paid for his treatment. And now, you’re standing here fighting for me when I couldn’t even fight for myself."

I helped him to his feet.

He opened his wallet and tried to hand me some money.

"I don’t have much. Please… even if it’s part of what you spent..."

I shook my head.

"Your son is breathing. That’s enough. Please, pick your car and go and see him. God bless you."

He looked at me, eyes trembling.

"Why? Why would you do this for me?"

I didn’t know how to answer that.

So I said the only thing I truly believed.

"Because someone should."

As we walked out into the fading light, I handed him a folded note.

It was the hospital’s follow-up card. His son had to return in two days for further tests.

"I already booked the appointment. He’ll need more care. Don’t miss it."

He opened it slowly, then looked back at me, his lips parted, but no words came.

Only tears.

Only silence.

And behind us, the LASTMA officers watched.

They were quiet now. Maybe even ashamed.

But I left there happy and fulfilled.

You could do the same.

And the world will be a better place.

.

Chiemelie Kyrian Offor
June 17, 2025

Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
PART 14
The sterile air of the hospital room tasted like despair. Sebastian Scar floated in a grey limbo, tethered to life by whirring machines and dripping IVs. Visions flickered – Jessica’s tear-streaked face, Amanda’s venomous smile, the bitter taste of coffee, the terrifying convulsions, the suffocating white foam. Pain was a distant throb beneath layers of sedation. Time lost meaning.
Then, slowly, agonizingly, consciousness seeped back. It wasn't a sudden awakening, but a cruel, dragging emergence from the depths. His eyelids felt like lead weights. Light stabbed his pupils, blurred shapes resolving slowly. The rhythmic beep… beep… beep of the heart monitor was the first anchor to reality. Then came the ache – deep, pervasive, bone-deep exhaustion layered over a raw, burning sensation in his gut. He tried to move, to speak, but his body felt alien, unresponsive.
"Sebastian? Darling? Can you hear me?"
The voice, dripping with saccharine concern, cut through the fog. Amanda. He forced his eyes to focus. She sat perched elegantly on a chair beside his bed, dressed in somber, expensive silk, her blonde curls artfully arranged. Her hand rested lightly on his forearm, her touch feeling like ice despite the room's warmth. Her dark eyes, usually sharp with malice, were wide with a carefully constructed simulation of worry.
"Doctor! He's waking!" she called out, her voice trembling with theatrical relief.
A flurry of activity followed. Doctors checked vitals, adjusted IVs, shone lights in his eyes. Sebastian endured it, his gaze fixed on Amanda, a silent question burning in his exhausted eyes. What happened? Where is Jessica?
Amanda waited until the doctors finished their brief assessment, assuring them she’d stay with him. As the door clicked shut, her expression shifted. The worry remained, but beneath it, a cold, calculating gleam surfaced.
"Oh, Sebastian," she breathed, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We were so scared. You’ve been fighting for a week."
A week? Panic flared weakly. "Jess…" he managed, the word a raw croak.
Amanda’s face contorted instantly into a mask of profound sorrow and righteous anger. Tears welled in her eyes – real or expertly faked, he couldn’t tell. "Sebastian… my love…" she choked out. "It’s… it’s Jessica."
His heart monitor spiked. Beep… beep… beep… beep…
"She… she poisoned you," Amanda whispered, her voice thick with tears she let spill down her cheeks. "The coffee. She made it. She gave it to you. They found traces… aconite… a terrible poison. She was the only one who touched it. The only one with access." Amanda squeezed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong. "She must have planned it… planned to kill you, take everything… or maybe she was working with your enemies? We don’t know."
Sebastian tried to shake his head, denial roaring silently inside his shattered body. No. Impossible. Not Jessica. But the memory was fractured, terrifying. The coffee. Her handing him the cup. The immediate, violent reaction. The white foam.
"And then…" Amanda’s voice hardened, the tears replaced by cold fury. "When they realized you were poisoned, when they confronted her, she panicked. She tried to run. Ghost… he helped her escape! He betrayed you too! They fled together into the night." She spat the words. "She left you here dying, Sebastian. She poisoned you and ran away with one of your own men!"
The accusation crashed over him like a tidal wave. Betrayal. Poison. Escape. Each word was a shard of ice driven into his heart. The image of Jessica, the woman he loved, the woman he’d built a fragile future with, deliberately poisoning him… It clashed violently with the memory of her tender touch, her whispered love. But the evidence Amanda presented – the coffee, the poison, the flight – seemed damning. And the blinding rage that surged through his weakened body felt real, fueled by the violation, the near-death experience, the utter shock.
A guttural sound escaped his throat, part pain, part fury. His hands clenched weakly on the sheets.
Amanda saw it – the dawning horror, the spark of rage. She pressed her advantage, her voice dropping to a venomous hiss. "She played you, Sebastian. Used you. That gutter rat was always a gold-digging whore. She saw her chance and tried to take everything, including your life."
The crude insults, echoing those she’d hurled before, struck a different chord now, amplified by the context of betrayal. The fragile trust, the sanctuary of their love, felt like a grotesque lie. The rage crystallized, cold and lethal. He remembered her fleeing the room when he’d aimed the gun at Amanda… Had that been guilt? Fear of being caught?
"Find… her," he rasped, the words scraping his ravaged throat. His eyes, though clouded with pain and medication, burned with a terrifying intensity. He locked eyes with William, who had entered silently during Amanda’s tirade, his face grim. "Find Jessica… and Ghost. Bring them… to me." He took a shuddering breath, summoning every ounce of his fading strength. "Alive. I will… kill her… myself."
The command hung in the sterile air, heavy with finality. William nodded curtly, his own expression hardened by Amanda’s narrative and his boss’s suffering. "Consider it done, Boss."
Amanda leaned back, a flicker of triumph quickly masked by concern. "We checked the penthouse security immediately, Sebastian," she added smoothly. "Trying to find proof. But… the CCTV footage from the kitchen and balcony during that time… it’s gone. Deleted. No traces left." She shook her head sadly. "She covered her tracks well. Ghost must have helped her erase it."
The missing footage felt like the final nail. Paranoia, a familiar old friend, crept in. *How could she? Why?* The questions screamed in his mind, drowned out by the roar of betrayal. "I gave her… everything," he whispered, the words laced with bewildered agony. "Everything…" The image of her family, safe in the mansion he’d given them, flashed in his mind. "The family…" he managed. "Leave them… in the house. Guarded. But… untouched." It was a concession to a past love, a lingering doubt he couldn’t fully quash, even amidst his fury. He ignored Amanda’s immediate, sharp protest.
"But Sebastian! They could be involved! They—"
"Leave them!" he growled, the effort sending a spasm of pain through him. His order stood. Jessica’s family remained under house arrest, but protected, a confusing testament to the war raging within him.
Miles away, in a small, sun-drenched village house nestled among palm trees and vibrant bougainvillea, Jessica existed in a state of suspended terror. Ghost’s fiancée, Chioma, a woman with kind eyes and hands hardened by work, had become her unexpected guardian angel. The modest house, a world away from Scar’s penthouse luxury, was a fragile sanctuary.
Days bled into each other, filled with gnawing fear for Sebastian, crushing guilt over her family’s imprisonment, and the paralyzing knowledge that she was hunted. She scanned local news on a burner phone Ghost provided, dreading the headline announcing Scar’s death. The silence was almost worse.
Then, the nausea started. Not the sharp anxiety she was used to, but a deep, rolling sickness that hit her most mornings. At first, she blamed the stress, the unfamiliar village food. But when it persisted, accompanied by a profound exhaustion and a strange tenderness in her breasts, a terrifying, wondrous possibility began to dawn.
One morning, after retching into a basin behind the small house, Chioma found her pale and trembling. The older woman took one look at her, her gaze softening with sudden understanding. Without a word, she disappeared into the village market and returned an hour later, pressing a small, unmarked paper packet into Jessica’s hand. Inside was a simple pregnancy test.
Hands shaking, Jessica locked herself in the tiny bathroom. The wait for the result felt like an eternity. She stared at the small plastic window, her heart hammering against her ribs, her mind a whirlwind of fear and impossible hope. Then, two clear, unmistakable lines appeared.
Pregnant.
The world tilted. She sank onto the cool concrete floor, the test clutched in her hand. Sebastian’s child. Conceived in the deep, healing love they’d shared after Amanda’s first assault, before the poison, before the betrayal. A life growing inside her while its father lay poisoned, believing she’d tried to kill him, vowing to end her life himself.
Terror threatened to engulf her. They were fugitives. Hunted. Scar wanted her dead. Amanda wanted her destroyed. How could she bring a child into this nightmare? How could she protect it?
But then, gazing at those two lines, a fierce, primal resolve ignited within her, burning away the despair. This wasn't just about her anymore. This was about their child. Scar’s heir. The living proof of their love, conceived before the poison, before the lies.
She placed a trembling hand on her still-flat stomach. The fear didn't vanish, but it was joined by a steely determination. She couldn't run forever. She couldn't let her child be born into a life of hiding, branded by its mother's supposed crime. She had to clear her name. Not just for herself, not just for Sebastian, but for this tiny, fragile life growing inside her.
She had to prove her innocence. Find the real traitor. Expose Amanda. And she had to reach Sebastian, make him see the truth, before his rage or Amanda’s schemes destroyed them all. For the sake of their child, she had to fight. Or they would all die – her, the baby, Sebastian, consumed by the poisonous lies.
Emerging from the bathroom, Jessica met Chioma’s knowing gaze. There were no words. Jessica simply nodded, her eyes no longer filled with just fear, but with the fierce, terrifying light of a mother’s resolve. The hunted woman was gone. In her place stood a lioness, ready to fight for her cub and its father, even if the father himself held the gun. The battle for truth, for love, and for the future of their child had truly begun.
TO BE CONTINUED...

The Internet blackout was first noticed by NetBlocks, an organisation that tracks global cybersecurity and digital governance.

NetBlocks highlighted a near-total internet blackout in Iran starting from June 18, 2025, linked to escalating military tensions with Israel, including missile strikes, with data showing that internet connectivity in the country had dropped to 3%, a pattern consistent with intentional government shutdowns as noted by BBC Verify's analysis of Netblocks' live network data.

Iran has accused Israel of launching a large-scale cyberattack on its digital infrastructure. According to Iran's semi-official Fars News Agency and state-run IRIB News, Israel initiated a "massive cyber war" targeting the country's critical infrastructure, including banking and online services, as reported on June 17, 2025. Iran's Cyber Command claimed that many of these attacks were successfully repelled.

Additionally, a pro-Israel hacking group, Predatory Sparrow (Gonjeshke Darande), claimed responsibility for a cyberattack on Iran's Bank Sepah, causing widespread disruptions to ATMs, online transactions, and payment processing, which aligns with Iran's accusations.

My friend teme is money,usa it well.

Isaiah 45:3 "I'll lead you to buried treasures, secret caches of valuables - confirmations that it is, infact, I, God, the God of Israel, who calls you by your name"(MSG).
I pray that the spirit of the living God shall dwell with you in Jesus' name. His divine blessing and good treasures shall be yours in Jesus' name. His shield shall be upon you, and His Angels shall surround you always in Jesus' name. As the North is far from the South, so shall failure, sickness, poverty, and misfortune be far from you and your family in Jesus' name. As the walls surround Jerusalem, so shall God surround you with all the great treasures of life from today and evermore, in Jesus Mighty Name. Amen.
Good morning. Have a great and blessed day.

That Peter Obi Criticised President Tinubu For Not Wearing Black Mourning Clothes To Benue Shows He Knows Nothing About Islam

Something is seriously wrong with this social media content creator called Peter Obi! Is the man okay at all? People died in Benue, and both the Federal and State Governments are trying to find solutions, and this Agbotikuyo is complaining about the type of clothes the President wore to Benue? Really?

Imagine him saying "The President arrived not in mourning cloth but in celebratory agbada attire, like it was an occasion for joy."

Is Peter Obi aware that President Tinubu is a Muslim and that in Islam, it is not Sunnah to wear black when anyone dies?

That is why I and others have repeatedly said Peter Obi lacks the broad-mindedness to be Nigeria's President. The fellow is too selfish to think beyond his narrow political, cultural, and religious beliefs.

He wants everyone in Nigeria to conform to his own low cultural values, irrespective of their own religious background.

That was why, in 2022, his campaign donated so-called prayer mats to mosques with his images on them.

Mr. Obi does not attempt to understand Islam, even when Islam is the dominant religion in Northern Nigeria and parts of the Southwest.

And even in Christianity, there is no requirement to wear black to funerals. There is no such doctrine or culture in Scripture.

The wearing of Black is purely a European cultural practice that has been blindly adopted by people whose cultures are not well defined to the extent that they need another culture to plug gaps in their own ways of life.

For Peter Obi's education, it is haram in Islam to wear black to events such as burials, funerals, and memorials for the dead. The Sunnah of Prophet Muhammad (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasalaam) is that the dead are to be buried in white clothes.

A hadith of the prophet (SAW) and narrated by Ibn Abbas states, "Wear white clothes, for they are the best of your clothes, and shroud your dead in them."

It is sad that Mr. Obi is so wrapped up in his narrow self-interest that he makes zero attempt to understand other cultures that have existed in the geographical location now known as Nigeria for a thousand years.

Mr. Obi's insensitivity to Nigeria’s cultural diversity, along with his tribalistic focus on only his Igbo kith and kin, makes him unsuited for the highest office in the land.

My counsel to Peter Obi is this: If you like wearing Black mourning clothes everywhere, due to your love for bad news and negativity, do not expect others to be like you.

You are a Roman Catholic, which is a minority faith in Nigeria. While Nigeria has freedom of religion, if you, Peter Obi, expect the rest of us to behave like you and observe your cultural and religious practices, then you had better focus on becoming the Governor of Anambra, where you had previously spent two terms of eight years causing religious division between Catholics and Anglicans.

Finally, I urge the Muslim Ummah to remember that this is a man who was caught on a leaked audio threatening "religious war" against them. And this latest criticism shows he is dead serious about that threat!

By Reno Omokri

*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE*

DATE: THURSDAY 19TH JUNE 2025

THEME: *ACTIVATE YOUR DIVINE INTELLIGENCE*

MEMORIZE
Job 32:8
[8]But there is [a vital force] a spirit [of intelligence] in man, and the breath of the Almighty gives men understanding. [Prov. 2:6.] [AMP]

READ
Acts 6:1-7
And in those days, when the number of the disciples was multiplied, there arose a murmuring of the Grecians against the Hebrews, because their widows were neglected in the daily ministration.
Then the twelve called the multitude of the disciples unto them, and said, It is not reason that we should leave the word of God, and serve tables.
Wherefore, brethren, look ye out among you seven men of honest report, full of the Holy Ghost and wisdom, whom we may appoint over this business.
But we will give ourselves continually to prayer, and to the ministry of the word.
And the saying pleased the whole multitude: and they chose Stephen, a man full of faith and of the Holy Ghost, and Philip, and Prochorus, and Nicanor, and Timon, and Parmenas, and Nicolas a proselyte of Antioch:
Whom they set before the apostles: and when they had prayed, they laid their hands on them.
And the word of God increased; and the number of the disciples multiplied in Jerusalem greatly; and a great company of the priests were obedient to the faith.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
*The brightest minds in the universe are those who study under the LORD.*

MESSAGE
Yesterday we saw the awesome necessity of functioning with quick understanding in the fear of the LORD.

This is vitally necessary because, we do not always know what to do because of the high percentage of our ignorance due to spiritual blindness and the impact of darkness on our spiritual senses. This is why we need to be extraordinarily passionate about our fellowship with the LORD.

We need the LORD much more than ever.

Today's memory verse tells us that we already have a vital force or a spirit of intelligence in us which requires an activation by the breath of the Almighty God.

Three spiritual exercises are vital to activating our divine intelligence.

1. BE CEASELESS IN PRAYERS.
Why we should pray always and spend more time in prayers is because through prayers we reduce our ignorance and by spending time daily in God's word, we increase our capacity for divine intelligence.

The Lord Jesus Christ in His earthly days spent so much time in prayers as to make it a notable feature of His earthly life and ministry because He had to function in alignment with the will of His Father, and to do this perfectly, He had to battle with His humanity to align with His divinity. We were only permitted to see that He battled with His humanity when He was praying in the garden of Gethsemane before His passion. However, He allowed His humanity to be conquered by the perfect will of His Father through willing submission and obedience.

The altar of incessant prayers is a necessity because that is where we reduce our ignorance and resistance to God's perfect will for our lives.

The Bible puts it this way;
Jeremiah 33:3
[3]Call to Me and I will answer you and show you great and mighty things, fenced in and hidden, which you do not know (do not distinguish and recognize, have knowledge of and understand).

2. REGULAR INTAKE OF GOD’S WORD.
The act of regular intake of the Word of God is necessary because through it we expose ourselves to divine light and increase our intelligence.
See;
Psalm 119:105,130
[105]Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. [Prov. 6:23.]
[130]The entrance and unfolding of Your words give light; their unfolding gives understanding (discernment and comprehension) to the simple.

3. SPEAK FORTH GOD’S WORD REGULARLY.
The act of speaking forth the word of God through teaching others, preaching, witnessing, or prophetic confession of God's Word increases our learning and divine brightness in God.
Proverbs 16:21
The wise in heart shall be called prudent: and the sweetness of the lips increaseth learning.
Proverbs 16:23
The heart of the wise teacheth his mouth, and addeth learning to his lips.

Beloved, availing yourself in God's presence regularly is making yourself a student of the LORD.

*Those who are privileged to study under the LORD are the brightest minds in time and in eternity*

ACTION STEPS
1. Prayerfully meditate on today's devotional guide.
2. Be determined to keep on reducing your ignorance and increasing your intelligence.
3. Insist on a regiment of tight spirituality with the Lord Jesus Christ.

REMEMBER
*The brightest minds in the universe are those who study under the LORD.*

PRAYERS
Dear heavenly Father, Thank you for today's devotional guide. I receive grace to accept the responsibility of activating my divine intelligence through the exercise of higher spirituality in Jesus name. Amen.

AUTHOR: JEDIDIAH DAVID

DAILY READING: 2Chronicles 2-4; Psalms 144-145; Hebrews 11-12;

HYMN
1
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

2
When darkness hides His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.

3
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the ’whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

4
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
On ,may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!

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THRONE VERDICT THE KING OF KING HAS RULED IN MY FAVOUR.
EVIL MUST BE OVERRULED- THEY WILL SAY YES! THIS IS THE VERDICT OF LORD ; I CROSS OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE; ON EAGLES WINGS (EXODUS 19 VS 4).
BY THE VERDICT OF THE LORD; LET EVERY AFFLICTIONS BE REPLACE BY EXTERNAL WEIGHTS OF GLORY IN JESUS A
NAME AMEN.( 2 CORINTHIAN 4VS 17).
Thou, O Lord, remainest for ever; THY THRONE from generation to generation. (Lamentations.5:19)
EL-ROI ! go ahead and drive out every obstruction on my way in Jesus name amen.Exodus 33 verse 2.
Acts 16 vs 26; Today in order of Paul and Silas the prison were opened, let all doors be open by fire in Jesus Name Amen. I hear another verdict, Joshua the high priest, the Lord said no matter what he has done wrong, Satan the Lord rebuke you in Jesus Name Amen. In this contest I decree and declare any accusations, strong hold,ordinance the Lord rebuke you in the name of Jesus amen Zechariah 3 vs 2 .
Another verdict from the Lord , Woe unto you that declare unrighteous decree , today any unrighteous decree in my life and family members fire in Jesus name amen Isaiah 10 vs 1.
Verdict of the Lord is that I crossover by force, enough of this level that I am in, in Jesus Name Amen.Mark 6 vs 45
Deuteronomy 2 vs 3 I have stayed on this mountain for so long enough, the Lord will multiple me I will never be few and glorify me I will not be small. Anyone that is pushing me without a cause they will fail again and again accompany by the judgement of the Lord in the name of Jesus name amen. I hear another verdict, my light afflictions which is both for a moment worked for me a far exceeding weight of glory. His throne is forever; so also, His Verdict! God's Verdict over us is from generation to generation!
GOOD MORNING MY BELOVED OF GOD MOST HIGH DAY 4 OF FORCEFUL THRONE VERDICT THEY WILL SAY YES. WHAT GOD CANNOT DO DOES NOT EXIST.

PRAY NOW ; SO YOU DON’T CRY LATER !!!.
THRONE VERDICT THE KING OF KING HAS RULED IN MY FAVOUR.
EVIL MUST BE OVERRULED- THEY WILL SAY YES! THIS IS THE VERDICT OF LORD ; I CROSS OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE; ON EAGLES WINGS (EXODUS 19 VS 4).
BY THE VERDICT OF THE LORD; LET EVERY AFFLICTIONS BE REPLACE BY EXTERNAL WEIGHTS OF GLORY IN JESUS A
NAME AMEN.( 2 CORINTHIAN 4VS 17).
Thou, O Lord, remainest for ever; THY THRONE from generation to generation. (Lamentations.5:19)
EL-ROI ! go ahead and drive out every obstruction on my way in Jesus name amen.Exodus 33 verse 2.
Acts 16 vs 26; Today in order of Paul and Silas the prison were opened, let all doors be open by fire in Jesus Name Amen. I hear another verdict, Joshua the high priest, the Lord said no matter what he has done wrong, Satan the Lord rebuke you in Jesus Name Amen. In this contest I decree and declare any accusations, strong hold,ordinance the Lord rebuke you in the name of Jesus amen Zechariah 3 vs 2 .
Another verdict from the Lord , Woe unto you that declare unrighteous decree , today any unrighteous decree in my life and family members fire in Jesus name amen Isaiah 10 vs 1.
Verdict of the Lord is that I crossover by force, enough of this level that I am in, in Jesus Name Amen.Mark 6 vs 45
Deuteronomy 2 vs 3 I have stayed on this mountain for so long enough, the Lord will multiple me I will never be few and glorify me I will not be small. Anyone that is pushing me without a cause they will fail again and again accompany by the judgement of the Lord in the name of Jesus name amen. I hear another verdict, my light afflictions which is both for a moment worked for me a far exceeding weight of glory. His throne is forever; so also, His Verdict! God's Verdict over us is from generation to generation!
GOOD MORNING MY BELOVED OF GOD MOST HIGH DAY 4 OF FORCEFUL THRONE VERDICT THEY WILL SAY YES. WHAT GOD CANNOT DO DOES NOT EXIST.

PRESIDENT TINUBU DIRECTS SECURITY AGENCIES TO ARREST KILLERS IN BENUE, ADVISES GOVERNOR ALIA TO SET UP PEACE COMMITTEE



President Bola Tinubu has directed the Inspector General of Police, Kayode Egbetokun, and the Chief of Defence Staff, Christopher Musa, to immediately arrest killer herders who perpetrated the heinous killing of over 100 people in Yelewata community in Benue State.

President Tinubu gave the directive while addressing stakeholders at the Government House, Markudi.

The meeting included the Secretary to the Federal Government, George Akume, Traditional Rulers, and former Governors of the state.

The governors of Kwara, Imo, Kogi, Plateau, Ondo, and Nasarawa also attended the meeting.

President Tinubu called out the Inspector General of Police to know why arrests have not been made.

"How come no one has been arrested for committing this heinous crime in Yelewata. Inspector General of Police, where are the arrests? The criminals must be arrested immediately," President Tinubu said.

He urged the heads of the Department of State Services (DSS) and the National Intelligence Agency (NIA) to intensify surveillance and gather actionable intelligence to apprehend the perpetrators.

He told the Chief of Defence Staff, General Christopher Musa, of the need for vigilance and collaboration between communities and security forces.

Advising Governor Alia on the importance of stakeholder management for peaceful and progressive governance, the President urged the governor to set up a peace committee in the state that will include former governors of Benue, elders, traditional rulers, federal government officials, and non-indigenes living in the state.

"Let us meet again in Abuja. Let's fashion out a framework for lasting peace. I am ready to invest in that peace. I assure you, we will find peace. We will convert this tragedy into prosperity," he said.

President Tinubu urged Governor Hyacinth Alia of Benue State to allocate land for ranching and directed the Minister of Agriculture and Food Security to follow up.



He called for blood donations to support the injured receiving treatment at the Benue State Teaching Hospital, where he had earlier visited victims and medical staff.

While underscoring the importance of peace for sustainable development, President Tinubu implored the Governor to ensure Benue is peaceful, adding that the circumstances of his visit this time should not have been a reason to visit.

"I wanted to come here to commission projects, to reassure you of hope and prosperity, not to see gloomy faces. But peace is vital to development," he said.

"The value of human life is greater than that of a cow. We were elected to govern, not to bury people", he stressed.

He charged Governor Alia with working with the federal government to restore peace.

"Governor Alia, you were elected under the progressive banner to ensure peace, stability, and progress. You are not elected to bury people or comfort widows and orphans. We will work with you to achieve that peace. You must also work with us.

"Not everyone will like you in politics. They hate me, too—like hell. But here I am, still your President. I made a promise to protect democracy, freedom, and prosperity, even for my abusers and accusers. That's leadership," the President emphasised.

In his remarks, Governor Hyacinth Alia appealed to the Federal Government to establish a Special Intervention Fund for communities affected by repeated violent attacks across Benue State.

"Your Excellency, while we continue to mourn our losses and rebuild from the ashes of pain, we humbly urge the Federal Government to consider establishing a special intervention fund for communities affected by these incessant attacks in Benue State," he said.

Governor Alia said the fund would support the rehabilitation of displaced persons, reconstruction of destroyed homes and infrastructure, and the restoration of livelihoods, especially for farmers.

He reiterated his support for establishing state police as a lasting solution to insecurity.

The Governor pledged his administration's full commitment to building a safe, stable, prosperous Benue State.

Also speaking at the meeting, the Chairman of the Benue State Traditional Council, Tor Tiv, Orchivirigh Prof. James Ayatse, praised President Tinubu for being the first sitting President to personally visit victims in the hospital in the wake of such a tragedy.

He thanked the President for appointing notable Benue indigenes into key positions, including the Secretary to the Government of the Federation and the Minister of Water Resources and Sanitation, Professor Joseph Utsev, while expressing hope that more appointments would follow.



On the recurring spate of insecurity in the state, the monarch took time to address misinformation and mischaracterisation, saying that land grabbing is at the core of the decades-long conflict.

"Your Excellency, it is not herder-farmer clashes. It is not communal clashes. It is not reprisal attacks or skirmishes. What we are dealing with here in Benue is a calculated, well-planned, full-scale genocidal invasion and land-grabbing campaign by herder-terrorists and bandits."

He cautioned that mischaracterising the crisis had led to inadequate responses and accused some political actors of exploiting the situation for selfish gain.

"We hear that some politicians would even prefer that the crisis worsens, so it would serve as a basis for declaring a state of emergency. This is unfortunate. Any politician who prays for more people to die for such a project is working against the wishes of the people of Benue State," he said.

He therefore appealed to President Tinubu to restore peace to the state and every part of Nigeria.

"All we ask of you, sir, is to stop our weeping. Give us peace in Benue State, so our people, primarily farmers, can return to their farms and continue to produce food for Nigeria.

"I heard a story about a challenge in a place in Kwara State, and you rose and gave them peace in Kaiama. You can do that for Benue."

Bayo Onanuga
Special Adviser to the President
(Information and Strategy)
June 18, 2025