@Hybrid_Ola I really do not understand this whole posting of proofs from celebrities 🤔. What exactly are you guys trying to validate?. Ya all should geta out please
Hi Vendorenas🫶
I am a food vendor in Abuja
I run home services and delivery
There are snacks and juices+kunu and zobo too.
For your parties we are also available
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@MrMekzy_@Gretesetukudo That's absolutely correct 💯
Abuja food vendors dey try wella 🥰
I know because I am one myself
Agorom's food is readily available to deliver. Send a DM please
The alert was ₦10,000,000.
I fell on my knees and let out a scream that shook the whole house.
The door suddenly flew open. My sister and her husband rushed in, thinking I had gone mad or died.
When they saw the screen of my phone, their faces turned white.
The room was silent. You could hear a pin drop.
My sister’s husband tried to touch my shoulder. “Emma, wetin happen? Why you dey scream?”
I didn't answer him. I just showed them the phone.
When they saw the zeros, my sister started shaking. She tried to hug me, but I stepped back.
“Broda, I... I was just trying to protect you from my in-laws,” she stammered.
I didn't say a word. I didn't curse them. I didn't even pack my bags, there was nothing in them anyway but rags.
I walked out of that BQ barefooted. I walked past her rich in-laws in the sitting room. They stared at me like I was a madman.
I stepped outside and looked at the stars. They looked different.
That night, I slept in a hotel. I took a bath with hot water. I ate a meal that cost more than my sister’s monthly feeding allowance.
But I didn't sleep on the bed. I slept on the floor.
I wanted to remind myself that 24 hours ago, I was a prisoner.
On Monday morning, I went to see Mrs. Ifeoma.
She didn't just give me money. She handed me a set of keys.
“This is a 4-bedroom bungalow,” she said. “And my company needs a Chief Operating Officer. I know your record. I know your heart. Will you help me?”
I went from a mat in a BQ to a boardroom in a week.
I bought 10 suits. I bought a car. I changed my number.
But I didn't forget the mat.
I went back to my sister’s house two months later. I drove a car that made the neighbors come out of their houses.
I walked in. My sister saw me and started crying. She thought I came for revenge.
I sat her down and her husband down. I brought out an envelope.
Inside was ₦2 million and a key to a shop.
“This is for you,” I said.
She froze. “After what I did to you?”
I smiled. “If you didn't lock that door, I wouldn't have been forced to pray that kind of prayer. You didn't lock me in; you locked the world out so I could hear God.”
We hugged and cried. I forgave them, but I never moved back.
Today, I run a foundation called "The Mat Testimony."
We find people who have been discarded by their families. We find men who have lost their dignity to poverty.
Because I realized something: God doesn't need your family to agree before He blesses you.
Sometimes, God allows people to reject you so that when the blessing comes, they will know it wasn't by their power.
If you are reading this and you feel like you are behind a locked door…
If your family has turned their back on you…
If you are eating the bread of sorrow…
Listen to me: The door isn't locked to keep you in. It’s locked to keep the distractions out because your miracle is about to land.
Your ₦10 million alert is coming. Your Mrs. Ifeoma is searching for you.
Don't give up on that mat. God is still on the throne.
THE END.
As received..
Dear Vendorenas,
It's a new week with new market opportunities.
What is the time? It's market o'clock.
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