Don’t look and pass. This Onobiren poster deserves a retweet abeg!!!! See you in cinemas from March 6th. Tickets available now at https://t.co/4wSDNnyEES
Yeshua Yeshua…
There’s always something about ministering a song that carried you through a difficult season 🥺.
For anyone who is going through something, something you can’t even begin to share with others, Jesus hears, Jesus sees.
He is our king and our rest lean on him🙏🏼🫂
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LIVE BY THE SPIRIT
For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live. Romans 8:13 (KJV)
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My dad’s business has been slow, and it’s taking a toll on him. He complained to me last night and I don't know how else to help than this. He sells top-quality wood, planks, and plywood at Amu, Mushin. He’s basically your guy for building materials. Pls RT if you see this 🥹
On Sunday, we laid the foundation.
We began the conversation on assignment: what it truly means, and how to recognize it when God begins to reveal it.
In this Midweek Service,we’re going deeper.
There is clarity God wants to give.
There is alignment He wants to restore.
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If you really want to make your day, please watch this video to the end 😅
If you want to make mine, please retweet 😁❤️
From tomorrow https://t.co/uuA65OfYIw goes live
Newbreed is coming to Lekki 🥳🔥
If you live here, work here, stay around here, or you know someone on the island, this is your sign to let them know.
At the core of what we have been called to do is discipleship, intimacy with God, and intentional spiritual growth.
#Come
Happy Birthday, Pastor Peace Nzubechukwu 🎉🤍
We celebrate the grace on your life and thank God for the gift that you are to this house.
May this new year usher you into greater depths of knowledge, strength, and grace for all God has called you to do.
We love and honour you!
My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS.
That is, I live with sickle cell disease.
My parents are both AS.
Oh, they They knew.
They were told.
They still married.
They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences.
I am the consequence.
I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear.
In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different.
By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat.
At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell.
We were both SS.
That day changed me forever.
My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…”
But the damage had already been done.
Sometimes I forgive them.
Sometimes I resent them deeply.
Both feelings live in me.
In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior.
What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode.
They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate.
And Relationships?
That’s another wound.
I’ve been loved… briefly.
The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly.
One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested.
Then one day, he stopped calling.
That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed.
Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other.
I am strong, yes.
But I am tired.
If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that
I didn’t ask to be a lesson.
But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters.
That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!.
Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻
DO JUSTICE EARLY
When the sentence for a crime is not quickly carried out, people's hearts are filled with schemes to do wrong.
Ecclesiastes 8:11 (NIV)
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