I got to know that Uche is a girl worked with Alex Ekubo at some point. Her requesting prayers for the peaceful repose of his soul is the ultimate "Iโve got your back" move.
In the Catholic view, that friendship doesn't just stop because one person passed away. The bond stays active.
The Catholic church believes that If the friend is going through that "purification" phase, the prayer acts like a character reference. Itโs the living friend stepping in to say, "Hey, this person was loved, and Iโm putting in a good word for them." ๐ฅบ
It is a way of looking out for them when they can no longer help themselves. Since the person who passed can't "earn" any more merit, their friend on Earth uses their own time and faith to advocate for them.
Just like you might help a friend finish a tough project or pay off a debt, praying for their soul is seen as helping them finish their final spiritual to-do list so they can get to a place of peace faster.
Itโs less about a formal ritual and more about a deep, personal connection, treating the friend with the same loyalty and care as if they were still standing right there.
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-Bola Tinubu, 2023.
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You think I'm happy living abroad?
I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.
People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.
You think I'm happy?
That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.
How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.
You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?
WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?
Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?
If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?
If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?
Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?
You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.
That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.
You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?
You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.
For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?
I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.
Henry VIII pursued Anne Boleyn for nearly seven years. He wrote her passionate letters, refused to abandon the pursuit, and ultimately challenged the authority of the Roman Catholic Church when he could not obtain permission to marry her. The conflict led to the English Reformation, permanently changing the religious and political structure of England. From the outside, it looked like the ultimate story of devotion. A king defying a church. A man refusing to give up the woman he wanted. But only three years after their marriage, Anne Boleyn was arrested, accused of treason and adultery, and executed in 1536.
History often reminds us of something uncomfortable:
Obsession and persistence are not the same thing as love. Psychology research shows that intense pursuit behaviors can sometimes be driven not by emotional connection, but by ego, power, or the desire to possess what feels unattainable. In fact, relationship studies have found that early extreme intensity can sometimes predict controlling or unstable dynamics later in a relationship. Many women are raised on stories that frame relentless pursuit as romantic. But intensity alone is not proof of care. Sometimes it is only proof of desire to win. Real love tends to look different. It is consistent. It is calm. And it does not disappear once the chase is over.
I love how Fr. Mike Schmitz explained in very simple words the lore behind why the heretic, Martin Luther, removed 7 books of the Bible that explicitly explained purgatory.
Martin Luther was wrong for doing what he did to Christianity.
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When you make the three small crosses before the Gospel is proclaimed at every Mass:
The first cross on your forehead signifies that the Word of God should remain in your thoughts.
The second cross on your lips signifies that the Gospel should be proclaimed and spoken.
The third cross on your heart signifies that the Word of God should dwell in your heart.
So when you make these three crosses, do it with intention.
Donโt just do it because it is a ritual, but do it because you truly desire to think, speak, and live the Word of God. โ๏ธ๐
Saint Michael the Archangel defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him we humbly pray. And do thou o the prince of the heavenly host, through the power of God, cast into Hell Satan, and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen
Catholics dont have Saint statues because we worship saints.
Saints are a cloud of witnesses, not replacements for God.
Honoring isn't worship..
Statues doesn't distract us from Christ.. They point us towards Him..
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Pray for the souls of people killed by Fulani herdsmen terrorists in Plateau.
People are dying in Plateau
People are dying in Nigeria ๐ณ๐ฌ
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There Is Christian Genocide In Nigeria.
There Is Christian Genocide In Nigeria.
There Is Christian Genocide In Nigeria.
There Is Christian Genocide In Nigeria.
There Is Christian Genocide In Nigeria.
There Is Christian Genocide In Nigeria.
Christian Genocide across Nigeria: US missionary in Plateau State Nigeria cries out on Christian genocide still ongoing in Nigeria we come in good faith to rebuild misplaced Indigenous People in Plateau State when nobody is helping.
People are dying in plateau state.
People are dying in plateau state.
People are dying in plateau state.
People are dying in plateau state.
People are dying in plateau state.
People are dying in plateau state.
People are dying in plateau state.