*I shut my office door and wept. I couldn’t hold back the tears especially after stepping into the female hostel, now overcrowded*. *Every single girl under our care this session is under 25 years old. Some are just 12. And here’s what breaks my heart even more-none of these girls were rescued from the streets*. *Every one of them was brought in by their own parents. While checking in bags at both the girls’ and boys’ hostels, we found paraphernalia-evidence of addiction, rebellion, deep-rooted pain…* *This is not just a problem. This is a pandemic*. *Let’s stop pretending. Let’s stop covering our eyes*. *Things are NOT right with our Youths*. *Today, i read about a young man expelled from Babcock University-a teenager with a ₦100,000 ritual soap from a herbalist.* *He borrowed ₦500,000. He became a drug peddler.* *Not from a poor home. Not a street child. But a well-groomed boy from a comfortable background. Wetin him dey find? KILO NWA KIRI !!!* *What is going on with our YOUTHS? Why this desperation for quick wealth*? *What has happened to HARD WORK, INTEGRITY, and DIGNITY*? *Last week, we struggled to find a tiler for one of our projects. We had to bring in one from Togo. Why*? *Because our own YOUTH do not want to learn any skill*. *They don’t want SCHOOL.* *They want “HOOKUP*” *They want “YAHOO*.” *They want to do nothing but SCROLL, LIE, PARTY and they want MONEY FAST*. *And let’s be real. You cannot do Yahoo or Hookup without drugs or Alcohol. They go hand in hand*. *My heart is heavy. Are we just going to fold our hands and watch this generation waste away*? *PARENTS! Wake up*! *Where are you*? *Why the silence*? *Why the complacency*? *Why are some of us condoning and funding this destructive lifestyle*? *Your child doesn’t need a new PHONE-they need PURPOSE*. *They don’t need more DATA-they need DISCIPLINE*. *They don’t need “FREEDOM”-they need BOUNDARIES*. *We cannot keep blaming SOCIETIES, FRIENDS, INFLUENCERS. It starts from the HOME*. *Please, let’s start talking again*. *Let’s check their bags*. *Let’s check their hearts*. *Let’s check ourselves*. *To every Parent reading this please be present*. *Your child doesn’t just need your MONEY; they need your TIME and VOICE*. *Ask questions. Don’t be afraid to dig deeper, even if it’s uncomfortable*. *Teach values. Wealth is GOOD, but WISDOM, CHARACTER, and CONTENTMENT are better*. *Be their safe space. If you don’t listen, the world will and it will feed them lies*. *Let’s rise up and fight for the souls of our children. We may not be able to save all, but we must not give up on the ones we can reach* *They are not just the future-they are our now*. _*Let’s not lose them...*_ *WHEN PARENTS FAIL – HOW LACK OF DISCIPLINE IS CREATING A GENERATION OF LOST SOULS* There was a time when parents raised warriors. Now, they raise weaklings. A time when children feared their fathers’ discipline. Now, children insult their fathers online. A time when a slap from your mother could reset your entire future. Now, mothers watch their children twerk for clout. The world changed—not because evil became more powerful, but because parents became weaker. Children no longer have boundaries. No fear. No respect. No discipline. And the result? A generation that mocks God, worships vanity, and embraces sin with pride. *BRUTAL THREAD:* 1. *CHILDREN WITHOUT DISCIPLINE BECOME ADULTS WITHOUT SELF-CONTROL* A child who never hears “NO” at home will hear “NO” from life when it’s too late. The boy who was never told to control his desires will become a man addicted to sex, gambling, and laziness. The girl who was never told to respect herself would become a woman who exposes her body for money and attention. The child who was never corrected for lying will become an adult who deceives, manipulates, and steals. If parents don’t discipline their children, the world will punish them later. 2. *THE FALL OF FAMILY VALUES IS THE RISE OF MORAL DECAY* What happened to parenting? Mothers used to teach daughters how to be women of dignity. Now, they encourage them to “secure the bag” by any means. Fathers used to teach sons how to be responsible men. Now, they are absent—either too weak, too distracted, or too scared to lead. So children are now learning from TikTok instead of home, and the internet is raising a generation with no fear of God and no sense of direction. 3. *PARENTS WHO SPOIL THEIR CHILDREN ARE DESTROYING THEM* Giving your child everything they want is the fastest way to ruin them. A child who never worked for anything will grow up lazy and entitled. A child who was never disciplined will grow up thinking life has no consequences. A child who was never corrected will grow up believing they can do anything and get away with it. Now, we have a world full of adults who can’t handle rejection, can’t handle failure, and can’t handle life. 4. *WHEN PARENTS CHOOSE FRIENDSHIP OVER LEADERSHIP, CHAOS FOLLOWS* Many parents today want to be their child’s friend instead of their leader. So instead of saying: ❌ "This behaviour is wrong!" They say, "She’s just expressing herself." ❌ "You must work for what you want!" They say, "Let me buy it for you." ❌ "This is not acceptable!" They say, "I don't want to hurt their feelings." And just like that, we have a generation of weak people who cry over small problems and break down when life gets tough. 5. *THE NEW GENERATION LOVES PLEASURE BUT HATES RESPONSIBILITY* Discipline used to be normal. Now, a child calls it "abuse" when a parent corrects them. Now, teachers can’t discipline students because "it’s too harsh." Now, young people demand freedom but reject accountability. Everyone wants to enjoy, but no one wants to work. And this is why: The streets are full of lazy men chasing quick money. Social media is full of young girls selling their bodies for attention. Homes are full of broken families because nobody was raised to be a good partner or parent. 6. *WHEN CHILDREN LOSE DISCIPLINE, THEY LOSE THEIR FUTURE.* Many young men today are addicted to masturbation, pornography, and cheap pleasure—because nobody taught them self-control. Many young women today expose their bodies for social media likes—because nobody taught them self-respect. Many young people today are broke, weak, and mentally unstable—because nobody taught them how to survive hardship. The devil is not the problem. The parents failed. 7. *IF WE DON’T FIX PARENTING, THE WORLD WILL GET WORSE.* If we continue like this, the next generation will: ⚠️ Have no morals. ⚠️ Have no work ethic. ⚠️ Have no fear of God. Society will collapse—not because of demons, but because of poor parenting. *BOTTOM LINE:* If you are a parent, discipline your children. If you are young, discipline yourself. Because the world will not be kind to those who were raised without discipline. *Let’s raise warriors, not weaklings.* *Pls forward this to family and friends, especially to those with young and teenage children* *May GOD help us all.*

Aunty Cynthia came to our house. She is my mom’s sister. Ever since she arrived, she has been a thorn in my flesh—constantly disturbing me. “Emmanuel, do this!” “Emmanuel, do that!” One day, I looked her straight in the eyes and told her: “I am David and you are Goliath. I will bring you down—you must surely leave this house.” The fact that she laughed at my threat got me really infuriated. So, I swung into action, monitoring her every move. Then one Monday, I overheard her on the phone saying “baby.” I immediately ran to my mum and told her that her 26-year-old sister has a boyfriend and was calling him baby in our house. Instead of supporting me, my mum scolded me and told me to mind my business. I knew that plan had failed. I tried several other ways to nail her, but none were enough to send her packing. Then one day, I caught her stealing meat from the pot! I ran to tell my mum. All she said, “She’s the one cooking, so she has to taste it.” I told her that Aunty Cynthia took sizeable meat! My mum shushed me, saying I was beginning to act like a gossip. I tried to convince her, but she said she needed evidence to believe me. That was when I realized I needed to catch her red-handed—on camera. Three days later, my mum and dad were not yet home. My elder siblings were outside playing, but as the last born, I knew I had a truth to uncover. I took my brother’s phone and tiptoed to the kitchen. Peeking through the slightly opened door, I saw her—dancing and shaking her body in another person’s house! I waited patiently. I knew she would taste the meat while cooking stew. Jobless me stood there for almost 30 minutes. Finally, she brought out already-prepared stock filled with meat she had cooked earlier. I knew this was my moment. I waited until she took a plate, scooped some sizeable portions of meat, and began eating. That was when I brought out my phone and pressed the shutter button—not knowing the automatic flash was on! The flash lit up the entire kitchen. I had been compromised. I immediately took to my heels! She chased after me. As I ran from the kitchen to the living room, she slipped on the tiles and fell. I stopped running and ran back to check on her. The next thing I saw was slap and stars—followed by beating! She beat me like a criminal in my father’s house. To crown it all, she gave me extra knocks on the head, and my head was swollen. My siblings ran inside, begging her to leave me alone, but she refused. By the time my mum came back, my elder brother had already found a place to hang my leg. I was acting like I wouldn’t see tomorrow. My mum was angry seeing me in that condition—her favourite child that loves gossip? Oh no! When my dad returned, he was angry too, but he didn’t say a word. I knew then that she was finally leaving. But why did it have to be at the expense of extra head? The slap she gave me is still paining me. After we narrated everything to my mum, she said nothing about the meat. She was only angry that I was beaten like a piece of metal. Everyone was happy when my mum said Aunty Cynthia would be leaving the next day. I didn’t know nobody liked her from the start! We had been liberated—and I paid the price. The next morning, we helped her with her bags and reclaimed our house. Guess what my dad said to us one week after we chased away my mum’s sister? “My own sister will be coming to stay with us for some time.” We all shouted right in front of him, NO My dad replied: “It’s final. If you don’t like it, go and build your own house!” Anyway, my siblings and I have already made plans for the next visitor. Even hot water is part of the plan. Aunty Beetle-mouth? No! She must not come. That woman doesn’t mind her business. A story by EMMACK

Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.

*OPEN HEAVENS DAILY DEVOTIONAL* *DATE: MONDAY, AUGUST 4TH, 2025* *THEME: OVERFLOWING HEALTH* *MEMORISE:* *“Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.” - (3 John 2)* *READ: Acts 5:14-16 (KJV)* 14. And believers were increasingly added to the Lord, multitudes of both men and women, 15. so that they brought the sick out into the streets and laid them on beds and couches, that at least the shadow of Peter passing by might fall on some of them. 16. Also a multitude gathered from the surrounding cities to Jerusalem, bringing sick people and those who were tormented by unclean spirits, and they were all healed. *MESSAGE:* God's will is not just for us to be healthy but to overflow with health. You can be so healthy that when sick people touch you, they will become healed. The Lord Jesus was overflowing with health, which is why the woman with the issue of blood simply touched the hem of His garment and was healed *(Matthew 9:20-22).* Years ago, a teenager who had sickle cell anaemia and had been sick all his life stood up to give a testimony in church. He said, "I heard that Daddy G.O. is coming to this church next Sunday. I want to testify that I will be healed next Sunday." Somebody called me to tell me the teenager's testimony, and I started praying that God would allow me to meet him. As God would have it, the young man was standing outside as I got to the church and came out of my car. He didn't look like a teenager at all; he looked so tiny. He came to me and said, "Daddy, I've been sick all my life, but I am confident that since you have come to this church today, I will be healed today." I hugged him and said, "It will be unto you according to your faith." I got his letter some months later, and he wrote, "Dear Daddy, I want to thank God, and I want to thank you. I have been healed since the day you came to our church." Beloved, Jesus didn't just die for you to be healthy; He wants your health to overflow such that any sick person you lay hands on will become healed and healthy. He said in *Mark 16:17-18:* And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. In *(1 Peter 2:24),* the Bible says that Jesus paid for your health; this is why you must hate sicknesses and diseases passionately. Just as Peter's shadow healed the sick (Acts 5:15) and handkerchiefs taken from Paul's body drove out diseases from people *(Acts 19:12),* God wants you to overflow with health and become a channel of healing and health to others. I pray that you will live in constant health all the days of your life and that the healing anointing will flow through you to others, in Jesus' name. *PRAYER POINT:* Father, please fill me with overflowing health so that I will never be sick again, and the sick will be healed through me, in Jesus' Name. *BIBLE IN ONE YEAR:* Jeremiah 4-5 *AUTHOR: PASTOR E.A ADEBOYE* *HYMN 7 - I AM THINE O LORD* 1️⃣. I am Thine, O Lord I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith And be closer drawn to Thee. *CHORUS:* Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To Thy precious, bleeding side. 2️⃣. Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord By the power of grace divine Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in Thine. 3️⃣. Oh, the pure delight of a single hour That before Thy throne I spend, When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God I commune as friend with friend! 4️⃣. There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea; There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with Thee.

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Here's the secret. Here's a little secret about the woman you are in a relationship with. No matter how strong, or beautiful, or even independent she may be...she still wants to be accepted by you. She wants you to notice when she steps out of her comfort zone and tries something new. She wants you to compliment her on a daily basis. She wants you to back up your promises with your actions because she's been taken for granted one too many times. She wants you to notice small things about her like the way she likes her coffee in the morning, her favorite smell or what movies make her cry. She wants you to help her heal from the trauma nobody apologized for. She wants you to pick her flowers on Wednesday after work because you thought about her on your way home. She doesn't want you to give her the world, but she only wants to feel like she's a priority in yours. I promise you.....that she finds nothing more attractive than a man who is strong enough to encourage her to grow and shows her effort with every day that passes. Take my advice ..... and be the man who chases her, long after you already have her.

BABY MAMA TRAP PART 3 Onyinye stared at the DNA results in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. The words "99.99% Probability of Paternity" glared back at her, the ink seeming to burn through the paper. A slow, bitter smile curved her lips. "Now we’ll see who’s playing games, Kolawole," she whispered to herself. She spent the next three days plotting her next move. She couldn’t just show up at his office or home—no, that would be too easy. Kolawole was a powerful man, with security and lawyers who could make her disappear if he wanted to. She needed leverage. And then it hit her—his wife. If anyone deserved to know the truth, it was the woman Kolawole was betraying every time he stepped out with girls like Onyinye. She opened her laptop and searched for "Mrs. Adebayo Lagos charity events." Within minutes, she found what she needed—a high-profile fundraiser happening that weekend at the Eko Hotel. The wife, Amina Adebayo*, would definitely be there. Perfect. Onyinye slipped into the event wearing a simple but elegant black dress, her hair styled in soft curls. The ballroom was filled with Lagos' elite—politicians, business moguls, and socialites sipping champagne under crystal chandeliers. And there she was—Amina Adebayo. Kolawole’s wife was even more stunning in person. Tall, graceful, her makeup flawless, dressed in a custom-made lilac gown that probably cost more than Onyinye’s yearly salary. Onyinye’s stomach twisted with guilt. This woman had no idea. But then she remembered Kolawole’s cold dismissal, the way he had thrown money at her like she was nothing. No. She wouldn’t back down now. She waited until Amina was alone near the dessert table before approaching. "Good evening, Mrs. Adebayo," Onyinye said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. Amina turned, her polite smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Hello, have we met?" Onyinye took a deep breath. "No. But I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say." She pulled out the DNA test from her clutch and handed it over. Amina’s perfectly manicured fingers took the paper, her brow furrowing as she scanned it. Then—her face changed. The color drained from her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly. "What… is this?" Onyinye met her gaze. "I’m pregnant. And your husband is the father." For a long moment, Amina didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Then, in a voice so quiet it sent chills down Onyinye’s spine, she said: "Follow me." Amina led her to a private lounge upstairs, away from prying eyes. The moment the door closed, her calm façade shattered. "How dare you?" she hissed, her eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?" Onyinye stood her ground. "I didn’t come here to fight. I came because you deserve to know the truth." Amina laughed—a sharp, bitter sound. "The truth? You think I don’t know what kind of man my husband is?" She stepped closer, her perfume suffocating. "But you—you’re just another cheap slut trying to cash in." Onyinye flinched but didn’t back down. "I don’t want his money. I just want him to take responsibility for his child." Amina’s eyes flickered to Onyinye’s still-flat stomach, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she grabbed Onyinye’s wrist, her grip like steel. "Listen carefully," she whispered. "If you ever try to contact my family again, you’ll regret it. That child will never be an Adebayo. Do you understand?" Onyinye yanked her arm free, her pulse roaring in her ears. "We’ll see about that." She turned and walked out, her legs shaking but her head held high. That night, Onyinye lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She had thought exposing Kolawole would force him to do the right thing. But she had underestimated his wife. Amina wasn’t just hurt—she was dangerous. And now, Onyinye had made an enemy of one of the most powerful women in Lagos. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number. She opened the message—and her blood turned to ice. It was a photo. Of her. Standing outside her apartment building. The caption: "You should have stayed away." TO BE CONTINUED...

ABY MAMA TRAP PART 1 The loud music from Club Lavish pounded in Onyinye’s ears as she stepped inside, the bass vibrating through her whole body. The air smelled like expensive perfume, sweat, and alcohol. She adjusted the tight red dress that clung to her curves, feeling both nervous and excited. Her best friends, Amaka and Chioma, had dragged her out tonight, saying, "Onyi, you’re too young to be sitting at home every weekend! Come and have fun!" So here she was—Onyinye Obi, 24 years old, a bank teller with big dreams, standing in the middle of Asaba’s most popular nightclub. She wasn’t the type to do things like this. She was careful. She was smart. But tonight… tonight, she just wanted to forget about her problems. Then she saw him. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Dressed in a black designer suit that screamed money. His gold Rolex glinted under the flashing club lights as he sipped his drink. He stood near the VIP section, surrounded by men who laughed too loud at everything he said—like he was some kind of king. Their eyes met. A slow, confident smile spread across his face. Onyinye quickly looked away, her heart beating fast. She knew who he was—Chief Kolawole Adebayo, a rich businessman, married with three kids. She had seen his family photos in Hello Nigeria magazine. His wife was beautiful, always dressed in expensive lace, smiling beside him at parties. But right now, in this club, with the music thumping and the alcohol flowing, none of that mattered. He walked toward her. And like a moth drawn to a flame, she let him. Three Hours Later The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city outside the window. Onyinye lay in the soft bed, her body still humming from what had just happened. Chief Kolawole—no, Kola—lay beside her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare arm. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice deep and smooth. "I’ve never met a woman like you." She knew she should feel guilty. She knew he had a wife at home. But in that moment, with his warm body pressed against hers, she let herself believe his lies. "This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing," he said, kissing her shoulder. "We can keep seeing each other. Just you and me." Onyinye’s heart fluttered. Was he serious? Then his phone rang. The screen lit up—"WIFE" in bold letters. Kolawole sighed, sitting up. He answered the call, his voice suddenly sweet, loving—completely different from the way he had just spoken to her. "Yes, darling… No, I’m still at the meeting… I’ll be home soon." He hung up and stood, pulling on his clothes without looking at her. "I have to go,"* he said, tossing a few bills on the bedside table. *"For your taxi." And just like that, he was gone. Onyinye sat there, staring at the money, feeling stupid. Used. What did I just do? Six Weeks Later The bathroom was silent except for the sound of Onyinye’s shaky breaths. She stared at the little white stick in her hand, her stomach twisting in fear. Two pink lines. Pregnant. Her mind raced. *How? They used protection… didn’t they? She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering that night—the way Kolawole had whispered in her ear, the way he had made her feel special. Now, she was carrying the baby of a man who didn’t even care about her. A man who would *never* claim this child.

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