Franklin E. Kentebe

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others. Do good and be good always..a soul will bless you for that.

[Global Relocation Guide @_AustriaUpdates]

I have been using my Nigerian phone numbers (+234) since I relocated to Austria many years ago. This is my usual practice, even when I visited Nigeria recently.

I recharge NGN1,000 every six months and then call a family member using that amount. My phone number remains active. Alternatively, you can use MTN or Airtel to keep your number active.

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1 Year: Dial *305*1# (costs ₦400)
2 Years: Dial *305*2# (costs ₦800)
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2. AIRTEL

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Hope this helps!

[folowosele adeboye @boye4christ2006]

If you’re living abroad and you use MTN , this post is for you.

If you don’t want MTN to sell your SIM card.

Dial these codes on your phone.

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RCCG is trending because a Redeem Pastor is under fire for allegedly raping about 18 female members and punishing them when they refuse. [Full Video + Screenshots]

Apparently, when they refuse penetration, Pastor Tayo Sobowale demands a boob or handjob, and then gaslights them with Holyspirit.

During a program at The Watchtower RCCG branch in Ogbomosho, to his face a student accused Tayo Sobowale of raping and asking for orals afterwards, when she got him food.

Also, he makes her cook for him because she’s in welfare department. She went public after her efforts to get justice failed.

Tobi narrated how the pastor bragged about how does the same with other virgins in this congregation, like sister Rachel. The pastor denied, but there were more accusations as more girls were allegedly inspired to speak up.

One time, while raping her (Tobi), another pastor visited, he asked her to hide in the toilet, after he left, while Tobi was in tears begging him to stop, he refused because he still had a hard-on.

When he’s not raping, he’s demanding alternatives, either boobs penetration or oral, and spanking females randomly.

Interestingly, the vocal victim Tobi, is vulnerable a mother of one, who joined the church seeking brethren and fellowship.

Before going public, Tobi tried to get him to confess in a conversation, but Pastor Tayo evaded. Tayo is a pastor at The Watchtower (RCCG) in Ogbomoso, located adjacent to Daniella Hostel at Under G, LAUTECH, Oyo. — it is a youth church. [https://t.co/54ShsR9T2d]

However, according to subsequent report, the case was escalated and the pastor allegedly admitted to only one of the many accusations, which were up to 18, while insisting the rest were consensual. Yet, the victims insist they weren’t.

In 2024, an RCCG Pastor Adebello was also accused of sodomizing boys. In his statement, he claimed he was only teaching them biology.

This story may not be updated. Follow @TrendingEx for daily explanations!

[folowosele adeboye @boye4christ2006]

I knew Tayo Shobowale during his time at LAUTECH, as I am also an alumnus of the university, he was my junior. After watching this video, I couldn’t help but reflect, the way the lady spoke, and how calm Tayo was, makes me think she might be telling the truth.

I’m genuinely concerned about how RCCG seems to be appointing just about anyone as pastors. I say this as a member of the church, not to criticise the church unfairly. If I hadn’t been discerning enough at the time, I could have become a pastor in RCCG myself.

From my personal experience in Ogbomoso when I was staying there, I know several RCCG pastors who engage in inappropriate relationships by having sex with choir members and new converts. What message does this send?

RCCG needs to address this issue seriously. I chose to reject any proposal to become a pastor because I wanted to maintain my integrity. Sadly, it raises the question of whether many of these pastors truly live by the faith they profess.

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My sister called me at 2:00 AM. She was crying.
"Come get me. Please. I think my husband is dead."
I was already putting on my shoes.
"Where are you?"
"The closet. He's in the bedroom. He's been standing there for three hours. He hasn't moved."
"Who hasn't moved?"
"Tom. My husband. But it's not Tom."

I drove to her house in fifteen minutes. She lives twenty minutes away.
I didn't knock. She left the back door unlocked like she said.
I found her in the bedroom closet. Kneeling behind her winter coats. Shaking.
I pulled her out.
"Where is he?"
She pointed to the bed.
No one was there.

"He was here," she whispered. "Standing right there. Facing the wall. For three hours."
I checked the whole house. Empty.
Her car was in the driveway. His car was gone.
"Claire. Where is Tom?"
She looked at me. Her eyes were strange. Not scared. Confused.

"Tom died," she said. "Three years ago. You were at the funeral."
I stared at her.
"Claire. I was at your wedding. Last year. I gave a toast. You cried."
She shook her head.
"That wasn't Tom. That was someone else. Someone wearing Tom."
I sat down. My legs felt wrong.
"Claire. You're scaring me."
She grabbed my phone. Opened my photos. Scrolled to her wedding.
"That's not Tom," she said, pointing at the groom.
It was Tom. Same face. Same smile. Same suit.
But she was right about something.
His eyes were wrong. In every photo. Too dark. Too still. Like a photograph of a photograph.

I looked at Claire.
"Who did you marry?"
She started crying again.
"I don't know. I don't remember. I just remember waking up one day and he was there. Making coffee. Calling me honey. And I thought... I thought I was going crazy. Because I knew Tom was dead. But he looked like Tom. He sounded like Tom."
She grabbed my arm.
"So I pretended. For a year. I pretended he was Tom. I pretended everything was fine. But last night, I woke up. And he was standing at the foot of the bed. Facing the wall. Not moving."
"What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything. He just stood there. For hours. I watched him. And then I realized."
"What?"
"He wasn't breathing."

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[Franklin E. Kentebe @Kentyfrank]

@AirtelNigeria No, that's my 5G router number. I just installed a new Airtel Fibre (Fibre cable connected from the pole to my apartment). However, it's going to 48 hours and no internet connectivity. I was assured that it will be swift and after then, nothing happened.

[Franklin E. Kentebe @Kentyfrank]

@AirtelNigeria My 5G router stopped working a week ago and when I lodged a complaint, I was introduced to Airtel Fibre and opted to be connected. This has been done and up till now, it has not been activated and the internet is not working.
This is poor service to say the least.

[Franklin E. Kentebe @Kentyfrank]

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[𝕊𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕀𝔸ℕ𝕆 🇳🇬💐 @Sistaliano]

This is Dr. Kolade Bolarinwa

He started life with discipline stitched into his bones.
Badagry Primary School.
Alliance high school.
Top of his class every single time.

He graduated with first-class honors in Engineering at the University of Nsukka in 1967, then finished a PhD long before his peers even wrapped up their Masters.

He never smoked.
Never touched alcohol.
Never chased scandal of women.
Never stained his name.

He chose one woman.
Married her.
Stayed faithful to her for life.

He raised four brilliant children and sent all of them to the Ivy Leagues on merit, doors he opened with sacrifice, late nights, quiet work and money he never spent on himself.

He gave them the life he never had.
And they took it.
And they went abroad.
And they stayed there.

Now he is in his seventies.
A well respected professor.
A man who shaped generations.
But in the house he built with his wife, he is a ghost moving from room to room.

He stood in his kitchen today, staring at raw chicken, trying to remember how chicken tikka is made.
Because he’s alone.
Utterly alone.

His wife left four years ago to “help their daughter” in Melbourne after childbirth.
Routine visit, she said.
She never came back.

She now belongs to the children.
Birthdays are FaceTime calls.
Anniversaries reduced to emojis in group chats.
Her body is abroad.
Her heart left long before her flight.

And this man who lived right, loved right, did right, has been abandoned without ever doing anything wrong.
A bachelor again.
Not by sin.
Not by choice.
But by quiet, creeping neglect from the very people he built his world around.

This is the lonely end of a good man.

A man who never cheated.
Never strayed.
Never hurt anyone.
A man who believed that doing everything by the book would protect him in old age.

Yet here he stands:
Alone.
Heartbroken.
Still loyal to a woman who forgot to come home.

And the saddest part?

His story is not rare. This is the silent fate of many “good men”, men who poured themselves out until nothing was left for them.

So the hard questions linger:

If he was a polygamist… would at least one wife have stayed?

If he built stronger friendships, social circles, a life outside the family… would the silence be softer?

If he had someone, anyone, who checked in on him the way he checked in on everyone else… would he feel this invisible?

If he had lived even 20% for himself… would this ending still look this cruel?

This is not an invitation to abandon virtue.
It’s a plea to balance it.
Because loyalty is beautiful.
But loneliness is unforgiving.

And love, when it stops being mutual in old age, becomes a slow, quiet heartbreak that medicine can’t treat and time can’t fix.

To every man reading this:

How do we avoid ending up like this?

What systems, friendships and self-preserving habits must we build now so that at 75, we are not standing over a lonely kitchen counter, whispering to ourselves, “Where did everyone go?”

Because in 2026, being a good man is no longer enough.
Not by itself.
Not anymore.

This should be seriously discussed by men....we should design a fairly guaranteed system that guards against this for men especially!!

Agbo-ile system?

Or what will you suggest as possible solution?

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