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DopeBoiRapy:
Hasn't the so called "Kingdom of God on earth" grown enough? when will it stop growing in Nigeria? and since its growth what has been its effects on the masses, the socioeconomy n Nigeria as a whole?.....has the growth been beneficial to our country or negligible?....forgive me saying this but from my own observation the so called "kingdom of God " has been growing uncontrollable while Nigeria is facing diminishing returns.

I could kiss you for this ur reply, u are wise. The bible made it clear that the citizen are the church not the building

EdCure:
Maybe he meant that you're sowing heavenly seeds. Remember what Jesus said about laying treasures in heaven.

Sell your properties and give to the poor that's when u lay treasure in heaven, not pay offering. #learnfromthebible

Who she epp na

chernest2002:
Oba Akiolu is applying for waillers form, waillers should I give him one?

Give am 1 abeg. But collect late entry money

Wailers Vip form still dey? Abeg make who na give am one

Fela my legend. Love that guy with passion

Hmmm wise words.

Lana1:
U re misquoting. I meant u pple hype Kratos too much as if he can beat everybody he faces. Which isn't even close to being true

Thank you for clarification. This people are just over hyping the god of war matter

The message ur dad was passing, u did not focus on dat.
How does lion and bear in isreal help you spread the gospel.
Focus on the message and don't b distracted

U no well @ all.

omenka:
When one pays good attention watching the series Tyrant, one's way of analysing issues such as this changes forever.

Just watching how things unfold.

U just hit the nail on the head. 9ja never see anything

Wonderful!!!!!!!!!

I hail nigeria foolishness I hail nigeria foolishness

Well done jay jay okocha.

A seed grows with no sound, but a tree falls with huge noise… Destruction has noise, but creation is silent. In your success remain. silent as there is Power in silence. Grow Silently! Cultivate Silence

A farmer discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him.
After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn. He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.
Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could not find the watch.
Just when the farmer was about to give up
looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.
The farmer looked at him and thought, “Why
not? After all, this kid looks sincere enough.” So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn. After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand! The farmer was both happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed. The boy replied, “I did nothing but sat on the ground and listened. In the silence, I heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction.”

A peaceful mind can think well than a worked up mind. Sometimes the noise in our life is so much with no clarity on what to do. The mind seems so occupied with lots of thoughts that promotes fear, discouragement & anxiety. Let peace guard your heart at all times. Consciously clear your head and mind....

Happy Sunday..

jairusben:
Op leave her Make she carry am go..na her merit..na so she go dey dupe soteylay one day she go come fall for my hand..i go avenge for you

Dis one well, 2 419 catch each other, one smart pass one period. How wish the babe follow the yeye op go house, that babe pussy for see wire. Op next time b smart

When u wan do the mixing, u no ask us wether e good, na when u wan die u come dey ask for explanation.

Bros bear ur cross o jare


Since who n go dey do lik superman for drink

Girls sold into prostitution

After a week, Osemene and the group travelling with him finally made it to Gatron where the girls with them on the journey were sold into slavery: “We came upon a connection house owned and run by Nigerians in Gatron. It was there I knew that the girls that came with us from Kano were going to be sold. Each girl was sold for $3000. They would have to pay $9000 to buy their freedom, and the only way they could raise that kind of money was through prostitution. It’s only on completion of the payment that the girls would be free to either continue to work as prostitutes in Libya with all the problems illegal immigrants face, or go to an
uncertain future in Europe. That is the Europe
that they used to deceive young girls in Benin,
Uromi and Asaba.
“I paid about five dinar at the connection house and from there they moved us to the next state, Cyber. We stayed there for about three days. Our guides were watching the roads, to know when it would be safe to move. “Libya is very strict when it comes to illegal immigration, but the irony is that the same Libyan police provide the network through which people are smuggled. They hid us in the boot of their patrol cars to beat check points. At Cyber, I got to a connection house but people were fighting there, and it was not comfortable. “I later met a friend whose brother owned a car wash place, so we stayed together at the car wash which was very close to the desert. The idea was that in case there was any trouble, we’d run straight into the desert and escape. And it actually happened! They came to hunt us
down with police dogs and we fled into the
desert! “From there, we were moved to Tripoli. The place I was supposed to stay was called Terimatat, a place for black Africans. It’s a ghetto. Anything can happen there. We were advised that it was safer to be there. The week I got there, the place was busted after a fight broke out and the Libyan government destroyed everything, and arrested all the Nigerians there.”

End of the road

Despite the challenges, Osemene remained
resolute. But the end of the road came for him after he was smuggled to a lonely beach along the Mediterranean Sea from where he was to make the journey across the sea to Europe. “I was looking forward to that moment when I would leave Africa and land in Europe. However, what happened next changed everything. They said I would pay $1,200 and I said no problem. They showed me a motor boat with a Yamaha engine called lampa lampa. The question was: how would I cross? Our guide explained that the boat would carry about 200 of us and we would have to pilot the boat ourselves!”

Turning point

“I noticed that there was no way I could make it to Europe piloting that boat with 200 people
aboard. I was disappointed because I had been told that we would fly to Europe. As I stood by the beach, I just reminded myself that I had never swum all my life. I asked myself, what were my chances? “I knew nothing about navigating a boat. I watched the endless Mediterranean Sea stretch­ing to the horizon and with it, my hopes for a greener pasture in Europe evaporated.” Nigeria on my mind “I still don’t know where I got the strength from, but I convinced four Nigerians and a Ghanaian that we had to go back home. They accepted because they were all stranded. For them, it was a big opportunity and besides, they were getting free assistance to go back home. I offered to take care of transportation. “Besides, the Libyan Police was on the lookout for black Africans and anybody arrested would be thrown into jail because the camp where migrants transiting through Libya normally
stayed in Tripoli had been demolished, so there was no place to hide. On the way back we lost the Ghanaian citizen; he died of exhaustion.

” Comrade Osita Osemene successfully made it back to Nigeria and founded a Non-Governmen­
tal Organization called Citizens Patriotic
Initiatives, which is dedicated to assisting victims of human trafficking. He has also published a book, Chasing a Mirage, which is based on his experience.

Tijeri, place of death

From Duruku, the next stop was Gatron, a
border state in Libya. However, on the way,
they had to pass through Tijeri, which ComradeOsemene describes as the place of death: “A few years before I embarked on this journey, I had heard how more than 250 stranded Nige­rians perished a few kilometers from Gatron. Their truck had broken down, and so they had attempted to trek to Gatron, but eventually fell and died one by one in the desert, overcome by thirst and hunger. Back then, when I heard the tale, a cold chill ran down me!” Little did he know he was about to experience something similar as their truck broke down before Tijeri, and so they had to trek: “On the road, besides the heat and the dust, there were Frequent fights and people were murdered in coldblood! We lost so many Nigerians and their bodies were abandoned to rot away in the desert; I had to watch as a boy died in my presence. At this point, I had to jettison all my load and provision and carry only a small water bottle. After about 100 kilometers, people were
getting exhausted and beginning to drop behind. I was lucky that I had a group of friends, so we stuck together.
“A boy from Edo State ran mad, stripped and
brought out his money shouting that it was too heavy that he wanted to die. As we were trying to calm him, he slumped and died! At a point, we were all thirsty and there was no water so we started drinking our urine. Imagine, we were begging to drink urine!”
“Finally, we made it to Tijeri tired and exhausted and were welcomed by kids who
beat us up with canes. That was where I got to know that there is a tree in the desert called Debino. Desert dwellers normally eat it because it gives strength. We started plucking them and eating. The kids rounded us up and locked us up in a goat pen. At Tijeri, drugs and prostitution are common place.
“Tijeri is guarded by Libyan and Nigerien police because there’s so much violence. A Nigerien policeman came to assist us. We paid about $100 per head, and he offered to smuggle us from there to Gatron, the first state in Libya. It was difficult to enter Gatron without police assistance. We were hidden in a police SUV. We were over 150 people, and we were transported in batches.
“When it came to my turn, the tyre of the Police SUV ferrying us burst! Rather than return our money, the policeman beat us up and chased us away!”

Abandoned to die

Osemene says that was his breaking point:
“After running away from the policeman, I
became so exhausted that I said, ‘enough is
enough.’ It’s either the Libyan police pick me up, or I die here! I felt that the journey was not really worth it. After all this pain and suffering, what kind of money would I make in Europe that would compensate me? That was my worst moment. Death had become a normal thing because I saw so many people die; human life had lost its sanctity. “Tired and exhausted, I gave up. I said it would
be better for me if the Libyan police arrested
me and even kill me. I slept off under a tree and waited for death. Everybody that had been traveling with me left me to my fate. I was so exhausted I blacked out!” Comrade Osemene says that he does not recall
how long he blacked out, but remembers that in that state, he heard the voice of a guy he had met on the trip from Uromi shouting and calling out to him.
“He was shouting my name and I heard him in my near death state, and somehow I woke up. He gave me water to drink. It was the sweetest thing I ever tasted; without him I probably would have died.”

Lana1:
Darkseid? Superman? Lmao. The hype on Kratos is real

Bros the tin tire me ooooo, just hyping the nigga

How I wish our tyrant pastors can c it dis way, e for good.

The road to Zindane

According to Osemene, the first stop on the
journey to Europe across the Sahara Desert is a town called Zindane, which is located in Niger Republic, a day’s journey from Kano, Osemene explains, picking up the tale: “From Kano we moved to Zindane. That was when I finally realized it would be a tough journey. Zindane is a state in Niger Republic. It took us a whole day to get to Zindane.” When they hit Zindane, he got his first shock. Rather than spend the night in a five-star hotel and a warm bed, he spent it in what he described as a goat pen! “Like prisoners, we were all rounded up and headed into a connection house owned by one Alhaji. It was more like a goat pen. I saw a lot of Nigerians. There were over 100 Nigerians there.
I was shocked! This was not what my guide told me back in Asaba. “When I asked my guide for the five-star hotel, people started laughing. They said I was Jedit. When you’re new on the road they call you Jedit. I began to understand what I had let myself into. The connection house is a place where anything could happen. Prostitution, cheap drugs and fake passports were openly peddled. They came to me and offered to sell
me a Mauritanian passport. According to them, it was the safest way to travel across the Sahara Desert. They said that my Nigerian passport would put me in trouble because Nigerians were hated with a passion. I quickly bought it only to learn a little while later that I’d been swindled! Even at this point, I had no idea what lay ahead of me.”

Onward to Agadez
History students are familiar with the town
called Agadez in Niger. It was a strategic trading outpost on the West African trade routes in pre- colonial times. Today, Agadez is an important stop on the human trafficking business. Hear more from Osemene: “After Zindane, we moved to Agadez. It took a whole day. We were sweating and tired when we arrived. We were crammed like cattle in a truck; over 100 of us and taken to a very terrible connection house, worse than Zindane, and locked up in a goat pen, again like prisoners. “We spent seven days in Agadez; it was seven days in hell. We paid between 1000 and 2000 CFA per night. In Agadez, we received information that rebels were killing and raping Nigerians on the Morocco route. People who escaped told us to go to Libya because it was safer. We were stranded in the middle of the desert with nowhere to go. So Libya was very inviting and we all agreed to go. At this point we were over 400 Nigerians. “That night, I wept and prayed to God to save me. I had lost weight drastically, and I had no idea how long this would last. We were supposed to be headed for Morocco, but because of rebels in the desert, we were now headed for Libya.”

Duruku, where dog eats dog
The next stop on the route was Duruku. It’s the place where dog eats dog, Osemene says, and gives further insight: “Duruku is a transit camp for desert travelers. Everybody traveling through the desert must pass through Duruku. The journey from Agadez to Duruku took us five hot and dusty days. We were crammed into an overloaded truck like cattle. “At Duruku, I saw a lot of stranded Nigerians. There was a boy from Delta State who was selling a liquid which we drank during the hot weather to quench thirst. He earned as little as 100 CFA a day which is less than N30. “He said he’d been stranded in Duruku for over three and half years. His plan was to sell the drink for six months and save up N2000, to either continue the journey or return home. I met a Yoruba guy who had already gone mad and sleeping in dustbins. At night, if Nigerians noticed you had money, they’d lure you into the desert and if you were unlucky, after dispossessing you of all you have, they’d kill you. I witnessed the killing of a boy because of 700 Euro. It was there I learnt how to keep my money safe in transit. The best way was to insert it into your anus. I was doing it with the help of Vaseline. The girls hid their monies in their private parts while the men hid theirs in the anus.”

Tortured
“At night, soldiers brought out all the Nigerians and flogged us with whips, after which they marched us into the toilet and gave us what they called banku, a powder like substance to drink. Once you ingest it, you must purge to the point where your intestines protrude. The idea was to catch all those using Vaseline to hide their money. I was lucky I did not have to drink banku. I bribed one of the soldiers with 1000 CFA. The trauma was too much. I began to ask
myself, ‘Is it worth it?”

Sad Story Of Nigerians Who Went Through. Hell In Libya

The year was 1998 and Comrade Osita
Osemene, a fresh graduate from the University of Benin, Edo State, was full of dreams, but repeated attempts to secure a job failed, and it was becoming a severe burden keeping body and soul together. Four years after pounding the streets of Lagos for elusive jobs, Comrade Osemene dabbled into the used car (Tokunbo) business. But it was short-lived because fraudsters duped him! Consequently, Osemene chose to take the path many Nigerian youths had taken previously. He decided to immigrate to Europe, the land of milk and honey. However, his first attempt was a failure as he fell victim to conmen and barely escaped arrest at the Murtala Mohammed International Airport, Lagos!

Devastated
“The walls were closing in on me and there was nowhere to run,” Comrade Osemene says in an exclusive chat with Sunday Sun, recalling the situation that eventually put him on the road to a near-death experience in his quest to exit the shores of Nigeria to Europe.
“My car business had crashed and a bleak
future was staring me in the face. My creditors were chasing me. I decided to do what most of my peers were doing at the time, which was to leave the country. That was why I liquidated my business and invested all I had in my plans, but
I was swindled. My world fell apart! Even the
little money I could salvage from my business
had been taken away. I felt hopeless. I believed the end had come.” It was while he was in this state that he received
a call from his elder sister in Asaba, Delta State. It was the call that would change his life forever!
“After my attempted trip to London failed, my elder sister called me saying it was urgent that I abandon all further plans and come straight to the village for an opportunity to travel to Europe. That was how I met a guy who told me he was a student of a university in the east. He said we would travel to Morocco and fly to Italy.
“I raised N250, 000 for my trip. Before we
departed Asaba, my guide reassured me that it would be a safe journey. He said that we would be traveling like tourists, staying in five star hotels and having fun. Though I had my
misgivings about the entire project, I was under pressure; I was ready to try out anything.” The train, made up of about five people, departed Asaba for the first leg of the journey one cloudy Friday morning in 2008 en-route Kano. However, they had scarcely hit Kano when it dawned on him that all was not well, and he became distressed.
“I heard people muttering that the journey
would not be easy and I was like ‘why?’ After all, my guide said it would be a smooth ride; so what was happening?” Osemene wondered.

XVIER:
Kratos will end wolverines life.....he doesn't need to bleed all Kratos need is his rage and furnace of blade to cut wolverine in pieces and bury his parts in different places so tell me how will wolverine heal?

I guess wolverine will just fold his hand.
Have u seen wolverines rage??

Protestant churches either follow the Bible or they follow the example of Catholicism, the mother church who gave birth to her Protestant daughters. If a Protestant group wants to get big, they tend to follow this very successful Catholic model of church growth. Protestants have different doctrinal beliefs to the Catholics (and to other Protestant groups ) but they mostly agree on the method of church control by the centralization of power in the hands of one man, who is called pastor, the Protestant version of the priest. The pastor is the head of the church and basically rules the church. Very efficient, but is it Scriptural?
What does the Bible say about pastors? Not much in the New Testament. The word
pastor is only mentioned once.

This man, who coveted more than his due, and
lorded it over God’s heritage, ruled the flock
and usurped a one-man power over them.
Who bans people from his church and pulpit
today? The pastor.
Who has the pre-eminence in the church today?
Pastors.



11 And he gave some, apostles; and
some, prophets; and some,
evangelists; and some, pastors and
teachers;
12 For the perfecting of the saints, for
the work of the ministry, for the
edifying of the body of Christ:
Ephesians 4 : 11-12

A five-fold ministry is needed to guide the
believers among whom pastors are mentioned fourth.
This is not a high ranking position. Does this
entitle the pastor to dominate a church? Certainly not. Where is the five-fold ministry today? No-one is allowed to preach unless they agree with the pastor. Disagree with the pastor and he closes his pulpit to that ministry. Thus the pastor acts as a Catholic bishop, controlling the other four ministries.
The pastor also controls the tithes so any independent thinking by the other four ministries is financially throttled. Just as the Catholic emperor Constantine subsidized the churches to make them obedient to him so that he was then able to bend them to his will, the pastors only subsidise the ministries that agree with them. The congregations are only exposed to ministries that the pastor approves of. Thus many pastors develop into a pre-eminent “one-man show” . One man who can do it all : preach, teach, evangelise, rule the church, subject the church to his beliefs etc. The congregation benefits from his strong points but are also subject to his weak points and errors.


9 I wrote unto the church: but
Diotrephes, who loveth to have the
preeminence among them, receiveth
us not.
10 Wherefore, if I come, I will
remember his deeds which he doeth,
prating against us with malicious
words: and not content therewith,
neither doth he himself receive the
brethren, and forbiddeth them that
would, and casteth them out of the
church .
3 John 1 : 9-10


“The chief seats”. How many modern church
buildings have seats in front for the important
people to sit in? Who are these important
people? Usually pastors or visiting pastors. No ministry will sit there if that man disagrees with the pastor. Pastors do not welcome opposition.

Just as pope Leo did his best to get rid of
Martin Luther. The man in charge is always
right, the person who disagrees is always
wrong. That thinking is called Churchianity, the subtle enemy of Christianity.

7 And greetings in the markets, and to
be called of men, Rabbi, Rabbi.
Matthew 23 : 7

How often do you hear the title “Pastor” being
mentioned? “Who is your pastor?” . This unscriptural question is one of the first to be asked. The early church never spoke like that.

8 But be not ye called Rabbi: for one is
your Master, even Christ; and all ye
are brethren.
Matthew 23 : 8

“All ye are brethren”. We are all supposed to be equal. A teacher is not called Teacher Smith, just brother Smith. But pastors insist on being called Pastor Smith. William Branham didn’t ask to be called prophet Branham. He was happy to be brother Branham. We should address men as brother, not some other title which implies that they are above us in some way.

dachuchi7:
Lame points,internet was not a pagan stuff ok.

Na Christian stuff abi?? So because jesus not use car or plane does that mean its bad

Wether they call all the panel together, the fact is you were naked in the video,n feriod

@ least may dem still sofri they lie now. Chai!!!!

That's the problem with all this kids, easily lose focus. Then if dem evict am now, him go dey cry.

Are u serious?