Any Church that failed to organise a program for its members tomorrow is at its peril because your youths MUST definitely go elsewhere to be entertain.

To keep your youths, you must be youths friendly, ie; you must know what they need; social, spiritual, academic etc.

Their social life is one thing you must not toil with as their supposed 'spiritual father.'

When you win the social life of youths, you have won the best part of their life.

Be wise as a spiritual leader never to concentrate on the spiritual and leave the physical.

Don't come and tell me that the 'spiritual controls the physical' oooo.

Make hay while the sun shine!

The Rivers State governor, Nyesom Wike on Wednesday paid a solderity visit to the Benue state governor and the people of the to commiserate with them over the recent herdsmen killings.

During his visit the Rivers governor visited the grave side of the victims that were killed during the attack and also held meeting with stakeholders of the state.

https://www.channelstv.com/2018/02/07/killings-wike-pays-solidarity-visit-to-benue/

Former Minister of Aviation of Nigeria tweeted:

When a king wants to destroy his top general he sends him on a mission that is impossible to achieve or to a battle that can't be won. Sending BAT to settle differences between APC members is mission impossible. And the objective is to destroy him and blame him for its failure.

https://twitter.com/realFFK/status/960836117984694272

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According to him:

I made a cash withdrawal with one of the Access bank Automated Teller machine (ATM) with my FCMB card (with account number 2192178014) in Port Harcourt on 12th January, 2018, unfortunately, my account was debited without dispensing cash.

I contacted my bank (FCMB) as regard to this and they acknowledged the error and promised to reverse it in 10 days yet, till now, they have failed to do anything even when I have contacted them more than three times.

As a student, I have no other money to sustain myself.

Please, help me to Post, Repost Retweet until FCMB reverses money

Moderators, please help us and put this on front page. Thanks.
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I wonder why Delta state governor Okowa Ifeanyi will be opening his teeth that way

Following the open confession of Miss Stephanie Otobo that she was paid to blackmail the senior pastor of Omega Fire Ministries (OFM), Apostle Johnson Suleman.

The man of God in the series of tweet reacted to the insinuation that he blackmailer was paid to confessed: "Only a fool will pay a blackmailer to com out and say the truth..it's risky to do that cos she will use it against u tomorrow..dis is God at work"

In another tweet, he said: "The enemies of the church are confessing like witches..all happening same time...Lies have a lifespan,only truth is ageless....Fear God.."


See his tweets below:

http://sumo.ly/2Wgz

Stephanie Otobo this morning confessing and begging Apostle Suleman and wife for forgiveness that she was used by powerful politician.

According to to the viral video, Miss Otobo said; "The only offense he committed was to have intervened in the numerous heinous crimes against the Church of Christ around the Nation and became a Voice for the Gospel. What followed was a well - doctored drama to attack the reputation of this Golden Voice and seemingly reduce the volume of his voice even as more evils were planned against the Church."

After all the evil efforts, the secret agendas, the heavily funded set up and the unrelenting pursuits to snare an innocent man, they were futile.

http://sumo.ly/2QGF

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Are you angry that yout bu.rial will be like that of dog?

Rivers State governor, Gov. N.E. Wike and PDP National Chairman Uche Secondus was pictured at the Salvation Ministries 5 Nights Of Glory in Port Harcourt with the wife of the governor, State Commissioners and other top State government officials.

https://twitter.com/BelieveAllCom/status/955655010888667136

Nigeria man shared how he nearly lost his life in the hands of 'crazy' Hausa/Fulani boys in Gwagwa, Abuja

HOW I NEARLY DIED IN THE HANDS OF CRAZY HAUSA/FULANI BOYS.

When I finally relocated to Abuja in 2015, I lived in Gwagwa. Am not talking about Gwagwalada but Gwagwa. Gwagwa is a village in the heart of Abuja mainly inhabited by the Hausa/Fulani people. If you are conversant with Jabi, Life Camp and Karimo, you should know Gwagwa. Gwagwa is located just behind Karimo. My activities in Abuja were mainly at Wuse and Central Business District(CBD). This influenced my choice of Gwagwa for residence since I could not afford rent at places like Gwarimpa and Kado. Rent was also high at Life Camp. Maraba and Nyanya will cost me more trying to come into town since I have to go to town everyday. Gwagwa became the only option. Inside Gwagwa, a Fulani man's goat reared in a compound where other tenants also lived will mess up another tenant's balcony or entrance and nothing will happen. One morning, I woke up to use the toilet(Pit) and the entrance to my apartment was all full of goat shit. I tried to complain to the Fulani man who owns the goats numbering up to twenty to try as much as possible to control the movement of these goats towards our side of the apartment but he instead chose to quote the Nigerian constitution for me, implying that living creatures have freedom of movement that only Allah can ristrict movements and deny rights. Well, the way he said it was funny so we laughed over it. Just very close to my apartment lived a beautiful girl of about 26 called Ameh, She is from the Igala tribe of Kogi state. She was dreaded by the Fulanis in the compound and I only found out the reason much later.

One Sunday evening, I was just relaxing outside the compound eating Uka and Ube, A black Prado Jeep with tinted glasses arrived. This kind of Jeep is mainly driven by government functionaries and what the hell could a big government functionary be doing in a place like Gwagwa on a sunday evening. These kind of vehicles are only seen at CBD, Asokoro and Maitama. I casually moved behind the vehicle to take a look at the plate number but it was covered with a black leather material. The vehicle stood there steaming and it wasn't up to 3minutes before Ameh emerged. This time she even looked more beautiful and ravishing on her tight short, her face smoothened by mary kay topped up with a heavy red lipstick on her nicely shaped lips. She hopped into this jeep and the driver drove off. The landlord and his daughters immediately began to talk about the girl. This was the kind of gossip I enjoyed most, so I moved a bit closer but made sure I was not noticed. Ameh was the girlfriend or sidechick to one of the House of representative members representing a constituency in Kogi state. What? Why can't he rent an apartment for her in places like Aso drive?" I asked myself. Till today, I am yet to figure out the reason behind the side chick of a HOR member staying in slum like Gwagwa but then, I knew why she was dreaded by the Fulani people in that compound. She was connected to power. Power means everything to even the most disadvantaged Fulani man hence they worship power.

Haven explained the situation at Gwagwa and haven painted the picture for you as much as I can. One evening, I was very tired and could not make food for myself, I decided to got to "Nwanyi Anambra's" restsurant which was a bit far to nourish myself with Ofe Ukazi and Utara akpu, but because it rained, the entire road was wet and full of mud, I decided to just branch and eat suya instead at the nearest Suya spot at Gwagwa-Kubwa road.

I had just finished buying my 150 naira suya and masa, relaxed to enjoy it at one corner when this thin guy came in and started buying suya also. He bought so much Suya, in my own estimation worth two thousand naira. This took about ten minutes to finish cutting into pieces while I was enjoying mine peacefully. Just as I had finished my suya and masa delicacy and was about to stand up to go back home, the guy was making a turn also to leave, my head pushed up his two hands which were carrying the suya not fully wrapped with the newspapers. The entire Suya scattered on the mudy and wet ground. The guy, shouted loudly, kei kei kei, laila !!!! Laila!!! Before I could say a word, his two brothers who were patiently waiting inside the keke rushed in on hearing their brother's distressed voice. I knew I was in for a big trouble.

[b]They held my both hands tightly, they wanted me to bring money and repurchase the entire Suya. I said ok, I did not have money on me at that point but that they should accompany me to my house so I could bring money for payment. Immediately they heard my Igbo accent, they knew immediately I was Igbo. Kei nyamiri, kei banzar, laila. These were all I could hear, the smallest of them gave me a dirty slap, and the second gave me a hard tackle at the same time and before I could explain further, my whole being was on the floor. How do I fight loodthirsty Fulani boys in their own territory. One immediately pulled off my original LuisVuiton sandals just right there as I was on the wet ground. The most senior rushed back to the keke and took out a "dagar" . I did not understand why the owner of the kiosk, who I thought was my friend allowed all that to happen, allowed me to be humilliated even when I did not refuse to repurchase the suya. Maybe because I am nyamiri or probably because I am banzar. Just as the one with "dagar" was rushing back inside, one big man with beards so long from the other shop called out to them in Hausa, he probably shouted, "stop that !!!" They all left me alone and stoodstill, I knew immediately that the man was a respected fellow, probably an Imam. He walked up to where we were, I stood up from the ground and tried dusting my wet buttocks, I could not believe what had just happened to me. Oh, I wish this was in Owerri or Anara. My thoughts at that point. The man asked me, "Kei makanaji hausa?". He enquired if I speak Hausa. I said "NO". He immediately switched to pidgin English. "Where are you from?" The three guys responded on my behalf, "nyamiri banzar!!!". He shouted at them again. Then he repeated the question facing me once more. I told him am from Imo state, by that time my voice was already shaking and I was afraid I could be harmed if this man ever felt I was a bad nyamiri. He asked If I knew Rochas, I told him yes that I come from the same village with Rochas. He smiled, gave me a tap on my sholders and told me that Rochas is a good man and that he had been to Rochas house in Abuja during one of the Islamic fastings as Rochas always identifies with them in particular and because I am Rochas' brother, he was going to help me pay for the Suya. I told him thanks. He spoke to his Fulani brothers in Hausa and they calmed down.[/b]

I tried to tell him that one of them had already taken away my designers sandals worth four thousand naira. He said I should forget about it and just go home before something bad happens to me. So that was how I lost my two weeks old Luis Vuiton sandals to some Fulani rascals who do not even know the value. I went straight home and pretended nothing happened. That night, I could not sleep, I thought about the future of Nigeria. Living with people who find fun in humilliating others simply because they are "nyamiri banzar.

I could not have wished for a more painful experience to appreciate that Nigeria is never meant to be.

Ossy Dimaku.
Ekpe ka ogu.

https://web.facebook.com/ossy.dimaku/posts/1213400705462834

You can also pray this prayer as prayed by Pastor Adeboye

are they hiding in a room while doing the thing or what?

We need to answer this question.

https://twitter.com/renoomokri/status/950115908000743424

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No one is above the law of nature but if this was NTA I rest my case.

Moreover, big show is going on there now.

see poster below

More pictures.

I hope some doubters will now confirm that Wike is working.

I took this yesterday night

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When you think you have heard enough, more news still spring up. According to a twitter user, Tobi, who goes by a handle @tobicomm, twitted series of tweets on how a certain pastor insisted that a the bride must kneel down in her wedding service and apologies to the congregation for delaying the service due to make-up.

Below are the tweets:


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A popular Nigeria Info FM OAP, Kofi Bartels recently lost his Mum to the cold hand of death took to his social media page to share the below touching post.

"[b]"Nothing prepares you for the loss of the one in whose womb you lay for nine months.

My mother gave birth to me when she was into her forties, an age where most women don't dream of getting pregnant, hence my first name Isaac. My mother it was who introduced me to pentecostal and evangelical christianity. At a very young age she led me to Christ and showed me that there was something called being born again and praying in tounges.


My mother, despite her her intellect, many talents and abilities, dedicated the final twenty-seven (or more) years of her life to serving Christ, a decision many especially in her family didn't understand. She had a thriving business in the food industry and one of the first cookery schools in Calabar. In her field, she was the best. I can boldly say today's cake and pastry makers have nothing on her, but she left it all to work for God. I have absolutely no doubt that her account in heaven is in excess. I have no doubt also, that my mother's prayers for me have sustained me thus far.

As a child, I went from village to village and town to town with my mother as she preached the gospel of Jesus Christ. Life became very tough at a point, but her faith in God never waned. In the midst of the tough times, she never missed her midnight prayer time. Whether we slept on the bare floor or on a soft bed, whether we had dinner to eat ir not, I would always be awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of DD praying in tongues.

The story of my life's mission therefore, will be incomplete without my mother.

When life got tough for me in the University, my mother didn't allow distance serve as a barrier to her helping me. Things went tough and rough when my father had not been paid a salary for almost a year. I always looked forward to that package from Lagos with clothes, and the hidden envelope in the package with 'small' money to help stabilise me. My mother bought me my first mobile phone, a Motorola. All these at a time when she wasn't doing anything to make money.

My dream had been to make enough money to spoil her silly and make her comfortable.

So sad that you had to leave this soon. Farewell DD, till we meet again.

#RIP""[/b]

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