Adidas has Offered Asake an Endorsement deal worth $35m, the company wants the superstar to be the face of their brand after his successful career run over the years, the deal will be announced once the both sides have finalized on the agreement, & Sony music entertainment is also willing to work with his Record label Giran Republic, in order for his signed artists to get international recognition.
I have a floor mate in Uni days. Anytime you do him a favor, maybe borrow him your hot plate or you give Onions to cook his beans, his only prayer is “Baba mi, o ni ya werey” . Meaning “My guy, you will not run mad” 😂
Bro, I gave you onions, why are you praying against madness??
One day, it was about to rain but he was still in class. I stepped out of the room and saw his sneakers on the balcony so I took them in. When he came, he almost fainted because I wasn't around. The moment he saw me coming, he said Jydo, walahi won ti ji bata mi ( honestly they've stolen my shoes)
I said no oo, it's in my room, I took them in when it was raining. I entered the room to bring the shoes out. As I was about to hand it over, I already knew the prophecy that was coming 😂. So I preempted him
I said it first, he said it too at the exact same time :
“O NI YA WEREY” 😂😂
At that point I realized this is not a prayer anymore, it’s a reflex 😂
I’m emotional rn 😖 God gave me a gift, so I’m constantly chasing excellence to keep getting better. We’re a small but hungry team & I know we will find the greatness we seek. Love Asake & his team for being kind & trusting us with this story ❤️ Pls watch https://t.co/Z8Gz8ZbbDU
PROPHETIC DECLARATIONS
This week, you will receive songs of laughter!
You will sing songs of joy!
You will sing the song of celebration in the name of Jesus Christ!
This week, you will sing the song of Miriam, and you will rejoice over the faithfulness and goodness of God, in the name of Jesus Christ!
The grace to start!
The grace to continue!
The grace to finish! Receive it now, in the name of Jesus Christ!
May this week be the end of battles for you!
May this week be the end of struggles for you!
May this week be the end of competition, jealousy, and bitterness for you, in the name of Jesus Christ!
May this week begin the process of your rest! Receive rest about:
Marital rest!
Financial rest!
Spiritual rest!
Receive it now, in the name of Jesus Christ!
This week, you will see a manifestation of the glory of God in a way you have not seen before in the name of Jesus Christ! Gentiles will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your rising, in the name of Jesus Christ!
I declare: wisdom is at work on your life!
I impart wisdom and understanding upon you!
You will know what to do per time!
You will know what to do per season, in the name of Jesus Christ!
If it will cause pain, you will not be there!
If it will cause pain,n it will not come near you!
As for you, you will enjoy victory upon victory!
Grace upon grace!
Victory upon victory, in the name of Jesus Christ!
From Sunday to Sunday, receive good news!
Sunday to Sunday, testimony!
Sunday to Sunday, advancement! In the name of Jesus Christ!
I call every day of the week, blessed for you!
Strategic help comes to you this week!
Help comes to you this week!
Good relationships come to you this week!
As you go to bed, may God give you the blue print of the next season of your life!
You will dream dreams and see visions, in the name of Jesus Christ!
I declare: your hands are blessed!
Your mind is Blessed!
The Lord keeps your bones!
None shall be broken, in the name of Jesus Christ!
Nothing is missing in your finances; may God surprise you this week!
May your ideas bring you profit!
May your value bring you profit!
May the anointing on your life bring you profit!
May favour bring you profit!
May mercy bring you profit!
May the gift of men and women bring you profit, in the name of Jesus Christ!
You're blessed and highly favoured!
You are a well-watered garden!
It is well with you, in the name of Jesus Christ!
Your feet are blessed!
May you enjoy rest in every area of your life, in the name of Jesus Christ!
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Every Sunday at exactly 3:17 p.m., my father called me.
Not 3:15.
Not 3:20.
3:17.
It started a month after he retired.
At first, I thought it was boredom. Then habit. Then aging.
But it never changed.
If I picked up, he’d say the same thing:
“Are you home?”
If I said yes, he’d reply, “Good. Just checking,” and hang up.
If I said no, there’d be a pause.
Then he’d say, “Alright. Call me when you’re back.”
That was it.
No small talk. No updates. No “how are you?”
Just… checking.
My wife thought it was sweet.
I thought it was strange.
One Sunday, I decided not to answer.
I was home. I just let it ring.
At 3:18 p.m., he called again.
I ignored it.
At 3:19 p.m., my wife’s phone rang.
She frowned. “It’s your dad.”
I gestured for her not to answer.
The phone stopped.
At 3:21 p.m., the landline rang.
No one even has that number.
We stared at it.
It stopped after five rings.
At 3:24 p.m., someone knocked on the door.
Three sharp knocks.
Not aggressive.
Precise.
I opened it.
My father stood there.
Calm. Neatly dressed. Slightly out of breath.
“Why didn’t you answer?” he asked.
“I was busy.”
He looked past me into the living room.
“You’re home.”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly.
Then said something he’d never said before.
“Good.”
And he left.
That night, I drove to his house.
I needed to understand.
He lived alone since my mother passed. Same house I grew up in. Same curtains.
He opened the door before I knocked.
“You came,” he said.
“Dad, why do you call every Sunday?”
He studied me for a moment.
“Come in.”
We sat at the dining table.
He didn’t speak immediately. He rarely does.
Finally, he stood up and walked to a locked drawer in the hallway.
He pulled out a thin folder.
Inside were newspaper clippings.
House fires.
Robberies.
Gas leaks.
Carbon monoxide deaths.
All circled in red.
“Every single one,” he said quietly, “happened on a Sunday afternoon.”
I blinked. “That doesn’t mean..”
He held up a hand.
“When your mother died, I was in the garden.”
I swallowed.
“I was ten feet away. Ten feet. She called once. I didn’t hear her.”
Silence stretched between us.
“I promised myself,” he continued, “that if something ever happened to you, I would not be in the garden.”
My chest tightened.
“So you call me to make sure I’m alive?”
He looked at me steadily.
“No.”
A long pause.
“I call to make sure you answer.”
I frowned. “What’s the difference?”
He leaned back in his chair.
“If you answer, I know you can.”
The words didn’t land immediately.
Then they did.
“If you couldn’t answer,” he continued calmly, “I would already be driving.”
My stomach dropped.
“You’ve been ready to come over every Sunday?”
“Yes.”
“Even when I said I wasn’t home?”
He nodded.
“I wait ten minutes. Then I check.”
A cold realization crept up my spine.
“Dad… how many times have you come?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he looked toward the window.
“Six.”
Six Sundays.
Six times he drove to my house.
Six times he must have stood outside.
Watching.
Making sure.
I tried to laugh it off.
“That’s extreme.”
He didn’t smile.
“You think emergencies schedule appointments?”
We sat there in heavy silence.
Then I asked the question that had been building all evening.
“Why 3:17?”
For the first time, his composure cracked.
“That’s the time on the hospital clock,” he said softly, “when they told me she was gone.”
The air left my lungs.
He wasn’t checking on me.
He was trying to outrun a minute.
Every Sunday.
For years.
I drove home that night differently.
The following Sunday at 3:16 p.m., my phone was in my hand.
At 3:17, it rang.
I answered on the first vibration.
“Hi Dad.”
There was a pause.
Then, for the first time ever, he said something new.
“I know.”
And he hung up.
Since August last year, I’ve given out 210 Bibles—210 souls reached for Christ. By the end of this year, I’m trusting God to reach 1,500.Thank You, Lord, for the grace.
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