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On a Tuesday morning in Abuja, a 34-year-old engineer named Kelechi Eze kissed his wife goodbye, dropped his daughter at school, and drove to work.
He never made it.
By 9am, he was in the back of an unmarked Toyota Hilux.
No warrant. No explanation.
Just two men in plain clothes who said four words:
“Come with us now.”
@NotKLamar@AndrewOkere You - Are you also aware that you drug-baron-kleptocrat was named in the Panama Papers? Or, is it only Pandora Papers that your village people used to swear for you?
THE CRY OF THE PERSECUTED CHURCH IN NIGERIA
I write with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart. While many sleep peacefully at night, thousands of Christians across Nigeria go to bed wondering if they will wake up alive the next morning.
This is not a story from centuries ago. This is not something found only in the pages of history. This is happening now.
In many villages, Christian mothers put their children to sleep not knowing whether terrorists will invade before dawn. Fathers kneel beside their families and pray, not because they are certain of tomorrow, but because prayer is all they have left.
Imagine a little girl standing beside her mother's lifeless body. Imagine a boy calling for his father who will never answer again. Imagine families running into the bush with nothing but the clothes on their backs as their homes burn behind them.
For many Christians in Nigeria, this is not imagination. It is reality.
I think of a young boy in one of the displaced persons camps. Every evening he sits quietly at the entrance of a small shelter. Whenever visitors arrive, he asks the same question:
"Have you seen my mother?"
Months have passed since terrorists attacked his village. His mother disappeared during the chaos. Yet every day he waits, hoping she will walk through the crowd and call his name.
The heartbreaking truth is that she may never return.
How do you explain such pain to a child?
How do you tell him that the person who carried him for nine months, who wiped his tears, who sang him to sleep, may never come back?
How do you tell him that hatred stole his future?
The Bible says in Psalm 34:18, "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."
Today, millions of hearts in Nigeria are broken.
Church buildings have been destroyed. Communities have been displaced. Children have become orphans. Women have become widows. Families have been scattered.
Yet in the midst of the suffering, Christians continue to worship.
They still gather under trees when church buildings are burned.
They still sing hymns when tears fill their eyes.
They still pray for their enemies when revenge would seem easier.
They still hold onto Christ when everything else has been taken away.
Their faith reminds us of the words of Romans 8:35:
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?"
The persecuted Church in Nigeria is bleeding, but it is not broken.
The persecuted Church is crying, but it is not silent.
The persecuted Church is suffering, but it has not surrendered.
Today I ask the world not to look away.
Remember the mothers who will never see their children again.
Remember the fathers who died protecting their families.
Remember the children who go to sleep hungry in displacement camps.
Remember the believers who risk their lives simply to gather and worship Jesus.
Their blood cries out.
Their tears matter.
Their lives matter.
And their faith deserves to be remembered.
May God comfort every grieving family.
May He protect those who live under constant threat.
May He strengthen those who refuse to deny their faith.
And may the day come when every Christian in Nigeria can worship freely without fear.
"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all." — 2 Corinthians 4:17
Until that day, we will continue to pray.
We will continue to speak.
And we will continue to stand with the persecuted Church.
In BBC propaganda documentary, Biafrans were portrayed as the aggressors who started the war.
I’M HERE TO DEBUNK THAT BS!!
1) Biafra was never a rebel nation, but a sovereign nation formed as a result of Gowon’s inability to protect the people of the Old Eastern Region.
2) According to historians, the first shots of the Nigerian Civil War were fired by the 1st Division of the Nigerian Army under Colonel Mohammed Shuwa.
The attack took place at exactly 6:38 a.m. on July 6, 1967, in Garkem, a border town in present-day Cross River State.
3) BBC did not discuss the Aburi Accord, which was the last attempt the Easterners made to achieve peace.
4) BBC did not highlight the food blockade and the shooting down of Red Cross relief materials, which led to the deaths of over 3 million Biafrans.
6) BBC did not discuss the Asaba Massacre because they wanted to portray Nigeria as the innocent side.
The Asaba massacre was a proof that indeed it was a genocide meant to annihilate the entire Igbo nation because of oil.
7) According to declassified Uk blog, they admitted British secretly armed and backed Nigeria’s aggression towards Biafrans. However BBC left this part out!
Just as we expected, the documentary is propaganda, the same old narrative being repeated.
The BBC or any outsider should not tell this story.
The people of the Old Eastern Region will tell the story when they are ready!!!
I did not watch the documentary because I refuse to let them profit from our pain through their twisted documentary.
@johnalmeida6645@akintollgate@bsong_HR You mean you didn't see anything wrong with ordering all these+take-out just for LUNCH, during an INTERVIEW and on a STRANGER'S MONEY?
God said What?
Some years ago, i met a lady
We became friends to the point that I started thinking of getting married to her
Then I went with her to meet her parents
Her mother started talking about her character
"She is a good girl, focused, well-raised, praised in her company where she started working at the age of 18...
It was all glorious until her mother said, "Once in a while, she gets into her melancholic state and may want to be by herself for some time.
Just like me, I sometimes get this depression, but it is a fleeting thing; it passes
All you need to do is leave her be at that time and let her find her way back to the light
You know, it is murky water, what we call the mind, and sometimes one finds himself or herself in a very dark place.
So if you notice she drew the curtains, shut out the light, and locked herself in, don't panic
She is going through a process
Once she comes out of it or shakes it off, she will be fully back to herself."
I listened to her with a smile on my face
I was nodding as she was speaking
She did not know I was a child of elders
She was packaging mental illness for me to spend my future with
Hereditary, one at that
After that meeting, I stylishly went cold on the relationship until she moved on
A year later, an old schoolmate of mine reached out to me
He said he met a babe, he was dating her, and she told him she had a friend who also attended Bowen University
He wanted to know if the babe was a good girl and worthy of buying a ring for
I asked him if he had met her mother
He said he had not
I said, "When you meet her mother, she will give you a caveat; it will be subtle, but she will give it because she is anticipating some developments in the future, and she would like to be able to say you had full disclosure.
Listen to that caveat and make your decision only after that.
A few months later, I got a wedding invitation from the two of them
They were getting married.
Awesome.
A few months after they got married, she suddenly went berserk and hit him on the head with a pestle
How he didn't die was by divine intervention.
When he was at the hospital after this event, I went to check up on him
He said, "She would sometimes be staring into space absentmindedly, and he dare not disturb her reverie at such a time.
He said she would sometimes lock herself in the room, in pitch darkness during the day, and he dared not disturb her at such a time.
He said she would often get into unprovoked fights at work, but they all knew she was not okay, so they usually let it be.
He said she would sometimes get provoked over a small issue, and she would destroy things, throw things, and go violent
He showed me marks on his chest where she had clawed him with her fixed nails and drawn blood.
He said all the neighbours were scared of her; she believed they were witches, wizards, monitoring spirits looking at her and monitoring her life, and picked a fight with all of them at random
She forbade him from opening the windows or parting the curtains of the house because of all the imaginary enemies that were after them.
I said, "Did I not tell you not to marry this lady without doing your due diligence?
Did I not tell you to pay attention to her mother's caveat when you meet her?
He said, "I had prayed and God said she was the one"
I am laughing as I type this
You allowed "God said" to convince you to marry a mentally unstable person despite seeing all the signs that her mantal illness is hereditary?
Did you consider your children? That they might develop the problem later because you lied to yourself that God told you she is the one?
They eventually parted ways a few months after he was discharged from the hospital when she poured hot water on him right from the gas cooker.
His saving grace was that his mother had poured out the boiling water to use to bathe the baby and had just poured another set of cold water in the pot.
She did it out of anger, right in the presence of his mother.
At that point, her mother stylishly carried the baby away, and he also left home for her
The lady is on Instagram daily ranting about men being toxic and how her husband abandoned her etc.
See, when it is your turn to get married, don't do your due diligence
Turn God to INTERPOL and Private Investigator, ignore all the red flags and the signs of looming tragedy. Hide behind Psalm 23 and Psalm 91
Marry a mad person because he or she carries Bible, is in a department in church and does not dress seductively.
Or marry the one that has diplayed unhealthy hatred for all men on her social media for the world to see long before you met her
Or marry the one dancing naked in the name of content creation and my body my madness ideology.
In the Bible, the elders at the city gate were the ones who handled marital affairs
You never see a prophet in the Bible asking God who should marry whom or telling anybody to marry somebody because God said so.
The reason the elders handled marital issues is that they are custodians of history and tradition. They know every family, and they investigate every family.
They are the ones who determine if a bride or groom is suitable for each other.
All the "God told me or God showed me" deceit going on in the name of being born again and able to hear from the Holy Spirit cannot be substantiated from the Bible.
When you want to get married, do your investigations. Ask questions. Do the men in this family work? Do their parents allow them to leave the family house, or do they marry into the family house? How do they treat their in-laws? What is their temper like? In what condition did they raise the child you want to get married to?
Don't play russian roulette with your life by marrying based on luck or on "God told me".
Remember that the doctrine of your church will most likely forbid divorce.
Even if you can get a divorce, remember that she or he might have children with you, and bad genes can be passed on.
Don't ruin your future because of sentiments and feelings.
I know people with bad genes deserved to be loved, too. It is not their fault that they are how they are, and one should not stigmatize them
You, however, don't have to be the one to serve as a sacrificial lamb in the name of "God said".
PS: If you have ever dated or been married to a mentally unstable person before, you will know that "God said" does not cure madness.
-GSW-
Ten years ago today, I sat down at my office and took a stock of my life.
I didn’t like the direction my life was going
Poverty had a chokehold on me
I began to fret, because I was just a few years away from turning forty and all the potentials I had shown since childhood had refused to bear fruit in my adulthood
I had given birth to my children in poverty
They were attending the cheapest school I could find
I had a job that could best be described as that of a glorified messenger
I had a degree that had not brought me any profit
My life was a hard and unpleasant one
Added to that I developed a mysterious illness and the doctors told me I had six months to live
I was a pastor, a born again Christian and I was living that “It shall get better in the by and by” life
I turned to the Lord and I had a conversation with him
When Lord will Jacob become Israel?
When Lord will potential turn to manifestation?
The Lord said “I told you your destiny in 2007, you chose to live like others and not as I have ordained you to live.
Hence, this battered life
There is a space for you, preserved for you in destiny, if you will embrace it.
I said “I am ready Lord, what do I do?”
He told me simple things…
Read that Bible daily for two hours
Pray in the Spirit daily for two hours
Start praying for people and nations as an intercessor
Stop complaining and start appropriating my blessings to your destiny
I obeyed.
Today is the ten years anniversary of my freedom from rebellion
I embraced obedience and the course of my life changed forever
It is not too late to do the same.
There is a destiny for you in Christ, it is not difficult to fulfil but you must be willing to trust and obey.
Happy Birthday, GSW!
Also, Peter Obi is not a “lesser evil”.
I am again begging us all to have moral clarity.
The man who said if anyone finds N5 that he embezzled should come forward and he’d leave the race:
That man is not a “lesser evil” I am begging you guys.
The man who has donated more money to education and health from his own purse more than the CapEx for health by the government is not a “lesser evil”.
The man who left no debt but actual surplus in the treasury of the state he governed is not a “lesser evil”.
The man who has successfully without any corruption led as:
Chairman of Fidelity Bank Plc
Director of Fidelity Bank Plc
Chairman of Next International Nigeria Ltd
Chairman of Guardian Express Mortgage Bank Ltd
Chairman of Future View Securities Ltd
Chairman of Paymaster Nigeria Ltd
Chairman of Chams Nigeria Plc
Director of Chams Nigeria Plc
Director of Data Corp Ltd
Director of Card Centre Plc
Independent Non-Executive Director of Nigeria LNG Ltd:
Is not a “lesser evil”.
The man who went to Egypt to study how to make power constant for you is not a lesser evil.
The man who said he wouldn’t tax you unless he has prospered you isn’t a lesser evil.
The “lesser evil” bifurcation came when we wanted to choose between a corrupt incompetent Buhari and a corrupt incompetent Atiku.
I don’t really like politics Twitter. But I’m saying this so we all have moral clarity.
I am begging us all. Please, let’s dump these contrarian virtue signaling.
I am begging.
We are up against vicious people. These are the people who have witnessed around 5 generals and colonels die and nothing is moving them.
I am begging you all, please.
My father never came to a single thing I invited him to.
Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after.
My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people.
I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it.
He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that.
He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated.
He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something.
I accepted that and moved on.
Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing.
I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried.
I didn't call my father.
3 days later he called me.
Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it.
I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again.
He showed up on Saturday at 9am.
Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag.
I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings.
Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me.
Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing.
I nodded.
Long silence.
Then he opened the nylon bag.
Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio.
I didn't know anyone had taken a photo.
He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place.
I held that frame and stood very still.
He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain.
Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten.
I laughed.
Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place.
We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years.
He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo.
Didn't say anything.
Didn't need to.
The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat.
Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair.
But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag.
That was his standing ovation.
I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.
Ralph Obioha, head of NADECO USA and Canada, after he escaped Nigeria on exile.
Ralph lost most of his wealth in the NADECO struggle, including : his First African Trust Bank, Safari Breweries, a cement Company, and a vegetable oil company. Abacha seized all of it.
Kamran and Keyvan Tehrani were Iranian identical twins, prominent activists and public voices during the 2022-2023 Mahsa Amini protests, the historic "Woman, Life, Freedom" uprising that shook the Islamic Republic of Iran to its foundation.
Their parents, both respected educators, had been secretly executed by the regime years earlier, a crime the Iranian government denies to this day.
That loss turned the twins into sworn enemies of the Islamic state, leaking information to Western media, organizing resistance, and standing at the absolute forefront of the most significant protest movement Iran had seen in decades.
When the regime cracked down with brutal force, killing over 500 protesters including children and arresting more than 20,000 people, Kamran and Keyvan were among those swept up.
They were charged with Moharebeh, enmity against God, sentenced to public execution, and placed in the condemned section of Evin Prison, one of the most feared detention facilities on earth, waiting to become numbers nine and ten on a list of executed protesters that had already drawn international condemnation.
But they never made it to that list.
What happened instead is one of the most remarkable and inexplicable accounts of divine intervention you will ever hear.
Days before their scheduled execution both twins had the exact same dream on the same night.
They saw their older brother, a secret Christian living underground in Tehran, holding a prayer meeting and calling the name of Jesus over them.
In the dream he looked at them smiling and said in Farsi, "Jesus has saved your lives.
The storm is over.
" The next day the IRGC commander assigned to handle their execution collapsed suddenly and severely ill.
His replacement, unfamiliar with the case, mixed up the paperwork and swapped their names from the execution list to a five-year imprisonment list.
In a system where escape from a death sentence is virtually impossible, Kamran and Keyvan walked away from the gallows because of an administrative error that no human being orchestrated.
They served two years and some months before being miraculously released early.
And when they walked out of Evin Prison they walked straight into the arms of their brother and straight into the embrace of Jesus Christ.
“If you don’t have wisdom & you are Joseph, you will think Potiphar’s wife liking you is favour. A wise Christian is better than a strong Christian”
This afternoon, I spent time with stakeholders and victims of the recent terror incident in Jos, Plateau State.
No amount of money can bring back the dead, but the Federal Government will do our best to comfort them, walk with them and provide necessary assistance. Rhoda Favour, I feel your pain but no matter what we say, we cannot bring Ayuba back.
We will find the perpetrators of this dastardly acts.
Bola Ahmed Tinubu
President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria