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The heart of a man...

Let them "kukuma" officially remove the subsidy already maybe this madness go stop.

Just make the headline straight.
We know who dethroned him.

Remember #SanusiLamido

I will vote Obi.

Naofumi:
I thought I'll get positive reply posting this on the family section. Guess am wrong.

Nothing will happen to your uncle.

Lol...

Na today girls don dey curse guys? If he even give her bumper2bumper marking, him go discover sey the course sopoz be the other way round. Bcoz that girl fit dọ paternity fraud.

Halaand is getting set to harvest his goals.

K

RIP.

But, Plenty plenty Chelsea fans don't know him. Because, as at 1998, even some Chelsea fans today, don't know they would soport Chelsea.

budaatum:
I think it exhausting making up crap about one's neighbours instead of minding one's business unless one shares a bed with said neighbours.

What he's complaining of might even be their own definition of loving each other.

Just mind your business. What if that's their own definition of love.

If them go pay them, no wahala. Of course project like this in a city requires demolition.

Is not that kids fault. He learned it from one BIG Otondo and you know children with curiosity. If you can talk with your wife and make her understand the reasons why the boi has to stay with you. But, wait ooo, I hope you don't have kinds too??
As for you mom, go and let her know what she's been covering up on behalf of the boy. I don't want to say anything but, just Imagine the kind of mom that tells her grandson not to greet other parents. And the boi come dey guilty for that matter.

robinso01:
But blessed are for the peacemaker na, what happen in his own case?

Wisdom is profitable.

Chai.....
RIP to the death.
That remains me of the day I went to shared 2random guys fight. Immediately one of the guy broke bottle, u need to see how I suddenly turned to Usain Bolt that moment.

The people trying to make pace during fight ends up receiving blows, injuries and in some cases death.

Heroicvic:
Na piggy bank (kolo) I dey use, I gat no business with all these news
Nigeria bank 5000+5000=9890 if you know you know

Swears

Minus #50, another minus #50 again plus alert charges and withdrawal charges.

INTEGRITYA1:
I wish I have someone
Who can help; with my dream ................

Sky Bank, always there; saying Yes to your needs.

We missed Sky Bank of then.

Na that "Akuna mayata" dey bost my ololo dada

Even slawormiir is not too active again.

farem:
*As a militant Muslim, I never expected to have any dealings with Christians, much less to befriend them
AL FADI

JANUARY 3, 2023
I Wanted to Die for Allah. Now I Live for Jesus.
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Iwas born and raised in Saudi Arabia as part of a devout Muslim family. Growing up, I considered myself a devoted follower of Islam, one who applied its teachings to every aspect of his life. I believed that Islam was the only true religion and that those who didn’t accept Allah as their God and Muhammad as his messenger were doomed to hell.

I had nothing but contempt for Christianity. I believed that Muslims were superior to all others, that all non-Muslims were infidels, and that Jesus was a prophet sent by Allah, not the divine Son of God. As far as I was concerned, he had never been crucified, never died on a cross, and never been resurrected. I believed he had ascended into heaven, but only to be saved from his persecutors before coming back at the end of times to restore Islam as the true religion of Allah. All in all, I grew up harboring intense hatred for Christians, Jews, and all who refused Islam.

By age 12, I had memorized half of the Qur’an, and my goal was to memorize all of it—all 114 chapters, all 6,236 verses. At age 15, I was prepared to die on behalf of Allah, like so many young people who were journeying to Afghanistan to fight the Soviet Union alongside Osama bin Laden. (He was a hero to us at that time.)

Were it not for my mother, who pleaded with me to stay behind, I would have joined this “holy war.” I believed that the rewards awaiting Muslims who died in the name of Allah were greater than any other a Muslim could receive. I was certain that by sacrificing my life in this manner, I would make it to paradise with all my sins forgiven.

Interacting with Christians
The more I grew up, however, the more notes of doubt began to creep in. As I gained a greater familiarity with the language of the Qur’an, I started seeing messages of hate within it, messages I could not understand and did not like at all. How, I wondered, could God hate his own creation simply because they do not accept him? On some level, I thought God should be above that kind of petty vindictiveness. But sharing such thoughts and doubts with others would have caused me lots of trouble and likely jeopardized my safety, as the penalty for blaspheming Allah and leaving Islam was death.

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After finishing college in Saudi Arabia, I went to the United States to pursue my graduate education in engineering. But I had a dilemma. Islam teaches its followers not to befriend Christians, and in the Muslim world people truly believe that the United States is a Christian nation—in other words, that everyone born in America is born a Christian. (The category of born-again Christian, as a measure of genuine faith, was unfamiliar to me.)

In the summer of 1989, I arrived in the United States filled with fear and discomfort. In order to receive the best education, I knew it was imperative to attend an American university. But I was apprehensive because that meant having to interact with Christians.

After living in a dormitory for about a month, I began feeling the need to become more familiar with American culture and to sharpen my English language skills. Around that time, I heard of something called the International Friendship Program, which paired students like me with local volunteers who would provide help and hospitality. I signed up for the program, not knowing it was a Christian ministry.

Almost two weeks later, a young couple from the program contacted me and indicated that they were the family assigned to work with me. And for the next seven months, this family showed me love that far exceeded my expectations, love of the sort I had never experienced among my fellow Muslims.

In November, this family invited me to their home for Thanksgiving dinner. Only then did I realize this was a Christian family, because they asked if they could pray before the meal. I admit that my heart sank at this moment. I had never realized that Christians are actually filled with love and not hate, as my Muslim upbringing had led me to believe.

This family had never shared the gospel with me, but they had shown me what the gospel looks like. And on that day, I walked out of their home with great doubts about my faith and its teachings. I vowed that I would do research on Christianity, hoping to learn more about how Jesus could make such a profound difference in someone’s life, offering the kind of peace and joy I had never seen before.

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Seeing the light
A few years later, after earning my master’s degree, I joined a local engineering firm. There I met another born-again Christian. I was impressed by his faith—his joy, his peace, and the light that seemed to shine forth from him. And when he invited me to his home for Christmas dinner, I noticed that his wife and kids had the same qualities. They were just like the family I had met in college.

At this point, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer. I asked him why he was so different from those around him. He told me he was a born-again Christian, and he shared his testimony. Once again, I was gripped with the desire to know more about Jesus.

From that moment forward, God allowed me to go through numerous trials and adverse circumstances in my life, all of which increased my interest in Christianity. And in May 2001, going against everything my Muslim faith had taught me, I made my first visit to a Christian church. Over the course of the next six months, as the church studied the Gospel of John, I learned who Christ truly is.

In November 2001, without a shadow of a doubt, I accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior. But it wasn’t easy at first. Within a matter of months, I lost my marriage due to unfaithfulness from my spouse, and I also lost my job. It felt like Satan was actively trying to destroy my faith. But these months taught me invaluable lessons about having a personal relationship with Jesus and learning to depend on him through all circumstances. During this time, God revealed his awesome glory to me in ways I could not deny or doubt.

Since then, my life has changed forever, and I am no longer the man I used to be. Today I lead a global ministry called CIRA International, which I founded by God’s grace in 2010. Our mission is to reach Muslims for Christ, to equip believers with practical tools for effectively sharing the gospel with Muslims, and to disciple new believers, especially those coming from Muslim backgrounds.

In addition, I teach classes and seminars on Islam at various churches, so that my brothers and sisters in Christ can learn how to better witness to their Muslim neighbors. And at my home church, I head up a newly established chapter of the International Friendship Program, the very ministry that planted the first seeds of gospel hope in my heart almost 16 years ago.

I came to know my beloved Jesus through simple acts of love. And I pray God will use my own simple acts of love to bring glory to himself by drawing others to a saving faith in him.



Al Fadi teaches courses in biblical theology, business, and comparative religion at Arizona Christian University.

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Mayhem1:
How is Timaya crazy

You never really know sey timaya get kolo for head abi?

laluski:
Obviously you're a child.. go and play tenten let the elders discuss

Lol...

Elder.

This story long.

One of the reason why some people don't want their wives to work. If you allow your wife go to barracks with the kids, those kids will be open to that nonsense barrack life style and would expose them to abuses. She herself just need the barracks just to fu!k and fu!k.

This guy no just try. Even TIMAYA wey dey crazy no go this length.

izuch:
I said "I" like her not "WE" like her. It's my opinion, it must not conform with yours. I'm entitled to my own choice/decisions/opinions, as much as you are. Stick your nose back where it belongs bro.

Yeah, I will not pucknose on a SIMple man's matter like you again.

4give me

I'm in a state of namby-pamby just like you!

However, since your husband said you should 4get about it, I honestly think you should. Because, the more you think about it, the more it drives you crazy. As for your baby, I think you should visit a therapist to get a clue of how you can help help her 4get about what happened and most importantly, pray to God so he can help you wipe the memory off from her totally. it's possible because she's still tender.

This one also follow among the people person dey take pitty eyes look.

Make this war end ni tori Olorun.

lhordspy:
Hired crowd.

Na your money them used paid the crowd??

izuch:
No time for stories, go straight to the point, life is too short. I like her

Just imagine you slide 2ru somebody's DM, and the next question is do you want to marry me? and you're saying you like her?

Lol.....
Just sliding 2ru her DM for the first time and all these questions?

Na ashawo like attitude be this na.

Good....
Nigeria is a great nation and would be great again. We just need a visionary leader to drag it back to the right lane.