Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts
Monday, May 22, 2017

Diary Of A Pastor's Wife

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DIARY OF A PASTOR'S WIFE (EPISODE 1)
That morning, my husband David came to pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very unusual. Other times, David would be so excited to come pick me, he would kiss and hug me passionately; but today, everything is different. "You kept me waiting for hours in there." I said, gazing angrily at him. "Don't tell me it's traffic honey, today is Saturday." 

"I'm sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer lessons and then rush to church to counsel a few couples." He said soothingly. 
"You now prepare the kids for school? What happened to Ifeoma? She is the kids' nanny." 
"And you are the Kids mom!", he screamed suddenly. "You've been away from your family for 5 months, Ekom; the kids don't even talk about you anymore." David deliberately slowed his breathing in a bid to calm himself down. 
I was silent for a while. My lips quivered, but David ignored that he saw tears glistening in my eyes. Catching his eyes as he tried to look at me, I sensed a shiver of unease go through him. He was right, I was away from my family for four months or more. I had women's conference and hundreds of women to mentor in Houston. It was a moment I didn't want to miss. Then I broke the silence; "what of Ifeoma?"
David looked uncertain. "She fell ill, so I asked her to go see Doctor Dennis", he said.
We were both quiet until we got home. I sat on my bed now, slipped off my slippers and sank my feet into the rug and decided to keep them sunk in so that my toes would feel cushioned, so that a part of me would feel safe. 
"Mummy!" my daughter screamed, breathing deeply. She snuggled into my arms and I grabbed her tight to myself. "Where is your sister?" I whispered into her ears. "She is sleeping", was her response. 
Not long I heard tiny foots running along the corridor that led to my room. "Mummy, mummy..." She jumped on me and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me in the sweet comfort of motherhood. They looked so healthy and chubby." 
What has aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been feeding you with?"
"Golden morn and banana porridge!" they chorused shrilly. 
"Mummy, Church people said that you are no longer daddy's wife"; my first daughter, Teye, said. And her eyes became sad. Deep and sad. "Aunty Ifeoma now sleeps in our daddy's room." Mfon the youngest said. 
My heart jumped, I knew at that moment, that there were stories in their eyes that I was yet to know.

EPISODE 2:
I was still devastated with the thoughts of Ifeoma and my husband David. After I watched the kids sleep, I strolled into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. Just after I poured the milk in a mug, I felt someone was in the kitchen too. I looked back quickly, surprised. "Welcome madam", she said; almost stuttering. 

I slowly poured the hot water from the flask into the mug, stirred it a bit and sipped. Then I noticed a protruded stomach, she had tried to cover it with her handbag. "Are you pregnant, Ifeoma?... you look it"; I asked in a soft tone. Her expression was in earnest. "Yes madam, didn't pastor tell you? I am pregnant for him, we are expecting a child." Her voice had a tremor in it, even though her face was bold and firm. 
Her words were like the score of a sharpened blade across my heart. I sensed the wound gape open even before she'd finished speaking. "You were sleeping with my husband while I was away?" 
"I am sorry madam, I think pastor is in the best place to answer that question. It was an agreement", she said calmly and walked out of the kitchen, making a flappy sound with her shoes. 
I stood there for moments like a mannequin, the tea cup in my hands, and then my eyes right at the door. The sound of my ringing tone, brought me back from the shock I had. "Hello Ekom?" "Yes Lizzy", I responded with a sigh of relieve. "Thank God I have been able to reach you, I have been dialing your American lines but not going through." She sounded a bit terrified. 
"Well, I am back in Nigeria now. I came in this morning. Is everything fine?" I asked.
"Not at all. Pastor brought your girl for maternity scan at my clinic last weekend. What's that her name again?" 
"Ifeoma?" 
"Iyaaa, Ifeoma." I was shocked to see her all over him like they were lovers. What is happening?"
Tears rolled down my eyes as Lizzy went on talking about things that went on while I was away. Something flared deep in my eyes, but my lips remained sealed. I was stricken silent, but the thud of my heartbeat sounded like cannon fire in my ears...
Thursday, April 13, 2017

Husband Asks To Trade Places With His “Lazy” Wife And The Results Are Hilarious

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“A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed: ‘Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go
Wednesday, March 15, 2017

How I died in the delivery room after a successful cesarean Section

My name is Tracy Brown....A foot into my third month of pregnancy, I only realized that i was pregnant. I was unable to remember my last menstral  date, this made calculating my birth month difficult. The much I could remember was that I saw my period last in the month of February. Thus by my own estimate, I concluded that I was due by November. From the Ist day of November, I started expecting my baby, on the same day, I got an inspiration from the Holy spirit to always pray psalm 91 daily ( This I will score myself 60/100 as I failed to pray it some days). While doing my morning devotions and studying the Bible, I hear the Holy spirit say to me when I get to some certain scriptures, put this to heart. 

This He ( the Holy spirit ) did with so many scriptures of which I did commit to heart. At the end of November, I was already worried why my baby hasn't come considering that my Ist and 2nd babies all came at their due dates and I birthed them naturally. Though at sixth month of conception (by my estimate) I did an ultra scan which gave me an expected date of delivery for 10th December 2016 which was considered a late scan for due date by the doctors. On the 5th of December 2016, (still pregnant ), I noticed that my baby's movement has reduced, so i decided to go to the hospital the following day being 6th of December 2016 for my antenatal and equally complain same to my doctor. After explaining to my doctor of the reduced fatal movement, she suggested that I go do an ultra scan immediately. 

When the result came out, it was recorded that my baby's heart rate was good, the tone was zero and movement was zero. With this result, the consultant who reviewed my scan result quickly asked that my baby be brought out through Caesarian Operation. This scuttled me, with tears I agreed to go ahead. The operation was successful, my baby and I where safe. On the 7th of December while in the post natal ward, during the normal routine injections for pain, infections and all, two injections was administered on me. Immediately  I received this injections, my body started shutting down.

 I called for the nurse who gave me these  injections and questioned her what she gave me and while all these was going on, my body was still shutting down. I sent for my immediate younger sister who is a doctor in this hospital. Before she arrived, a doctor has already tried to administer drip on me but was unable because my veins can no longer be seen. When my sister arrived at the scene she asked me who gave me the injection, I pointed at the lady nurse who did. My sister also tried to administer the drip and it was all in vain. Other doctors tried and all to no avail. I could see them poking my body but I was not feeling any pain and for any part of my body they poked even blood didn't come out. With tears in my sister's eyes she screamed my name, I could see her hit me but i didn't feel her hands on my body. At this point, nothing was left to be done  than to wait for me to breathe my last. Now I noticed that all my veins withdrew inside and water took over my flesh.

 It started from my toes, as the veins (which was like a force) withdrew from each part, I stopped feeling that part of my body and water will cover that part which made that part to swell. This continued until I could not feel any part of my body anymore. My Aunty was already in tears. I was still conscious of my environment and I can still see and hear, so one of the doctors came to me and said please can you see this drip, please allow me to administer it on you while massaging the last finger of my right hand. While he
Monday, February 06, 2017

'How Ponzi scheme nearly ruined my life and made me lose over N2million' - Online Marketer Adesanya Sunday narrates story



A Nigerian online marketer, Adesanya Sunday Abiodun has recounted how he lost over 2 million naira last year through various forms of ponzi schemes. 
Adesanya regrets his acts and swears he'll never do ponzi schemes again. Read what he shared below:
How Ponzi Scheme Nearly Ruin My Life and Made Me To Lose Big In 2016
The total amount of money lost in year 2016 is #2,679,000
Here Is how I lost them 
1. In June 2016, Paypal freezed my $3600 (the present currency value then was 280/$). They banned me because i always changé my account's email address, so they penalized me and freezed my account for 180days. After the 180days, that is six (6) months, I tried 
to withdraw the money but i couldnt, even when they insisted that I must
Friday, December 23, 2016

YOUR CHRISTMAS MIRACLE IS POSSIBLE

What can God not do?
Evangelist R. W. Schambach writes:
"I'll never forget, the greatest miracle I ever witnessed began with an offering. It happened under the ministry of Brother A. A. Allen.
I was with this man of God for about five years in the fifties. . ."
". . . . A woman brought her child, who had twenty-six major diseases, to our meeting. I'll never forget this as long as I live.
The boy was born blind, deaf and mute. Both arms were crippled and deformed. His elbows protruded up into his little tummy; his knees touched his elbows. Both legs were crippled and deformed; he had club feet. When he was born, his doctors said that boy would never live to see his first birthday, but they were wrong; he was approaching four years of age. Of course, his condition was breaking his mama's heart. She came to our meetings all week, and I got concerned about that boy. In those crusades, we had each person with a need fill out a prayer card, and as the Holy Spirit moved, we would pray for the needs God inspired us to pray for. And the Holy Spirit didn't seem to be moving us to pray for that little boy."
"The following Sunday, his mother came to me and said, 'Brother Schambach, I'm down to my last twenty dollars. I've paid the hotel bill, but we've been eating in the restaurant, coming to three services a day and giving in every offering. All the money has run out. My baby has not been prayed for.' She was very upset, and she was ready to give up and go home."
"I said 'Ma'am, I can't apologize for the moving of the Holy Ghost. I know you have to leave tonight, but if you come to the service and, once again, the Holy Spirit leads in another direction, and your son's prayer card is not drawn for prayer, I will personally take your baby to the man of God's trailer house and see that he lays hands on your baby. You will not
Wednesday, August 17, 2016

ACTIVATE YOUR MENTAL WASTE BASKET; YOU NEED IT



If you were to create a mental waste basket, what activities or items would you place in there? There are activities we are engaged in that need to be reduced. There are pieces of clothing you haven't touched in years, you don't really need them. You need a mental waste basket. When was the last time you said NO to an unimportant request? What fears, what reasons prevent you from saying NO?

Look around you, there are clutter, frivolous things that steal away valuable time. You spend precious hours cleaning, repairing or paying for things that in your overall scheme of life are not that important. Place them in your activated mental waste basket.

LIGHTEN YOUR LOAD:
Ann Richards, a former Governor of Texas cared for her mother through illness. During that period of ill health, Ann saw a dramatic change in her materialistic mother who has spent a life time being
Monday, August 01, 2016

MONDAY MORNING MEDITATION: A LITTLE HUMAN HAPPINESS

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About an American cowboy and his kindness that brought a little Human Happiness...
In the winter of 1898, Will Rogers became heir to a very large ranch near Claremore, One day, a farmer who lived near the ranch killed one of his cows that had broken down the fence and eaten his young corn. According to Ranch custom, the farmer should have informed the owner of this cow what he did and why he killed the cow which he didn't do. When Rogers found out about it, he was furious, flaming with wrath. He hired a guard to accompany him to have it out with the farmer. During the ride, snow storm struck,coating them all with ice as they rode, when they arrived at the farmer's cabin, he wasn't home but the farmer's wife insisted that the almost frozen men come in and wait by the fire for his return. While warming himself, Rogers noticed how thin and work-torn the woman was looking, he also noticed five scrawny (unattractive, thin and bony) children peeping at him and smiling from behind different pieces of furniture.

When the farmer returned, his wife told him how Rogers and his men had ridden in the cold and storm to come meet him, Rather than act according to what brought him there, Rogers suddenly offered his hand instead for a handshake. The poor farmer unaware of the reason for the ranch
Saturday, July 30, 2016

SHOWING EMPATHY TO OTHERS



A class in music appreciation was asked the difference between listening and hearing. At first there was no response. Finally, a hand went up and a youngster offered this solution: Listening is wanting to hear. The golden rule of friendship is to listen to others as you would have them listen to you. There is no greater love than a sympathetic ear , and and some empathy. Listening is a rare happening among human beings especially in these days of gadgets and phone pressing. You cannot listen to the words another is speaking if you are preoccupied with your appearance or with impressing the other, or are trying to decide what you are going to say when the other person stops talking, or are debating about whether what is being said is true or relevant or agreeable. Such matters have their place, yes but only after listening to the word just as it is being said.

Real communication happens only when we feel safe with the other person.
Friday, July 29, 2016

RESPECT



A friend of mine returning to South Africa from a long stay in Europe, found herself with some time to spare at London's Heathrow Airport. Buying a cup of coffee and a small package of cookies, she staggered laden with luggage to an unoccupied table. She was reading the morning paper when she became aware of someone rustling at her table. From behind her paper she was flabbergasted to see a neatly dressed young man helping himself to her cookies. She did not want  to make a scene so she leaned across and took a cookie herself. A minute or so passed. More hustling. He was helping himself to another cookie.

By the time they were down to the last cookie in the package, she was very angry but could still not bring herself to say anything. Then the young man broke the remaining cookie in two, pushed half
Friday, July 22, 2016

MUST READ: UPDATES FROM IKORODU LADY (ODUN)

If you have been following the blog from 2013, you'll remember the Ikorodu lady who asked for advise on the blog when her husband continually treated her shabbily and won't take up his responsibilities, and won't even let her work. She tried her best to make it work but eventually the marriage ended and she left with her son. Informed blog readers when she got a job and after that we didn't hear anything again and I just knew God won't leave her at that point. After Deborah Bala asked, I contacted her and she sent an update of what has happened since the last time we heard from her. Read it below:

Good morning Aunt Eya,
Wow!!! It's been ages and I was so pleasantly surprised when I realized you were the one who called because the network connection was bad. Thank you for reaching out.
I do miss people from wives connection; Ahdaisy, Have,Adeyanju etc. I really appreciate them all, because they helped me keep my sanity back then.
As you know my ex and I parted ways 3 years ago. I have been 100% responsible for my son. A lot has happened then, but one thing that never changed was God's favor in my life.

You know I told about the job that I got that came out of nowhere with a car? Well,i was good with it until our director's wife's relative started scheming to put me in trouble cos of jealousy and my direct boss couldn't do anything about. In the end, when the trouble became much, I had to leave. So here I am again,with no job. Then the judgment began from the society, single
Sunday, July 17, 2016

WHEN YOU ARE SO ANGRY THAT ALL YOU WANT IS REVENGE, READ THIS

One Friday evening, as a carpenter went home after close of  work shutting down his workshop, a black poisonous cobra entered his workshop.
* The cobra was hungry and hoped to find its super somewhere within, it slithered from one end to another and accidentally bumped into a double -edged metal axe and got very slightly injured.
* ln anger and seeking revenge, the
Monday, May 30, 2016

Inspiring Story Of A 10 Year Old Girl




Some days back, Josephine Yartel from Ghana took to Facebook to share this touching story of her encounter with a young begger name Leila.  Read after the cut...
Sunday, May 29, 2016

READ THIS ANNIVERSARY STORY AND TELL US WHO WON

Surprise!
It was a very sunny Saturday morning, and our wedding anniversary. I looked at my wife as she got ready to leave the house for work. She is a doctor and had been on call today. It seemed like yesterday she walked down the aisle to me. Wow! We are twenty-three years in marriage today.
Saturday, May 21, 2016

Courageous Cancer Patient Breastfeeding Her baby with one Breast

Mom Battling Cancer Breastfeeds Her Newborn Baby In Emotional Photos...




Strength and courage. She is suffering,  had one breast removed and still finds the strength to breastfeed her son even though she is told ahe can only breastfeed him for the first few days.  She was induced at 36 weeks so she can have the baby before
undergoing chemo. This photo was shared in October 2015, I pray she's fine now. God bless and heal her. Amen. Read her story after the cut:
Tuesday, May 17, 2016

How We Met


Cute couple, he shares this inspirational story on IG, how he met his wife. After waiting patiently for years, the rest is history. Read Below:
HOW WE MET:

It all started in the mid-year of 2003, when I had just graduated from High School and was trying to get into the University.
One sweet evening, I was on my way to the video rental store when I noticed a fair, young, pretty girl coming home from school. Being the shy person I was back then, I did not say anything to her that day. However, I followed her to know exactly where she lived. As soon as she vanished into a black gate on a popular street, I felt my mission for that day was accomplished.

The next day, I went back to the street where I saw her the previous day with the hope that she would
Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Be Careful, Be Very Careful 2: Types Of Men Of God

Aunty Eya, can you please share this on the blog?
 A MUST READ!!

My name is Chidubem Okwu. I am a pastor, but I have disappointed God and I really don’t know where to begin to tell my story.
I must tell you the truth. I can’t really say if I have a call or not. I was a Sunday School teacher in my church for 9 years at Kaduna. In 1999 I was led to start a church, but from the experiences I have gathered now I cannot say I was actually led by the Holy Spirit to start that church.

As at 2008, I was not making any progress both spiritually and materially. I saw many churches which began several
Monday, May 09, 2016

99.9% Infertile, 3 Failed IVFs, 3 Boys Birthed Naturally

How late Arch Bishop Benson Idahosa's daughter inlaw
battled infertility

My husband, F.E.Benson Idahosa II, and I met in Benin City, Nigeria when I was 13 years old; our fathers
(Benson Idahosa and Gary Whetstone) were friends. I’ve referred to my love for Feb as “love at first sight”
because very soon after we met, the sparks of love began to flicker between us.
After many years, my dream came true when I was 28
Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Your Husband Paid For A Cosmetic Procedure, Would You Go For It?

50 % of adults have surgery or sone kind of procedure  to please their partners. Would you? If your husband/boyfriend pays for you to go for a tummy tuck, face lift, bum implants or breast
Friday, August 08, 2014

UNFILTERED... By Fisayo Talabi

She sighed as she shut the door. Rolake had just left. Her best friend had come complaining about her husband and how broke he was, and had questioned why she even married him in the first place. The bruise on Adaora’s arm made her wince in pain, as she glided it against the wall, by mistake. She’d been wearing a long sleeved top to hide the bruises. She rolled up the sleeves. It was still sore and her light skin was now patched and discolored.
They’d had a fight. It wasn’t news, especially to their neighbours who were always forced to listen to the echoes of constant screams and yells. Last night’s had been different though. Perhaps Victor had started hearing it too. The neigbours had started to gossip about them. In fact, the woman who lived in the opposite flat had actually approached her and had asked if everything was alright between her and Victor. Adaora knew that the woman only wanted somegist from the source, so she had smiled and ignored her. She had to do something about it before the news developed wings and reached the ears of social media.
 
Last night, Victor had turned on the volume of the sound system, probably so that the neigbours wouldn’t hear them as they yelled at each other, vocally and physically. What happened was that Adaora had just returned to the house from an event where she’d been asked to speak to young women. Before then, she had to attend an interview with a radio station, and also she had to go for a photo shoot for her yet-to-be-released motivational book. Getting home, happy and eager to tell her Fiancé about how her day had been, and to probably get a massage and some TLC to ease her nerves, opened up another episode. The cold silence in the flat crept right underneath her skin. She could already feel the tension before Victor even said anything. The look he’d given her as she dropped her purse on the brown carved table beside the door did all the speaking. The music coming from the speakers was loud. She was about telling him to reduce the volume when his words launched at her.
“Why were you not picking up your phone when I called you?” He said, each word flogged by the harshness of his tone.
She frowned, thinking of what to say. She reached for the purse on the table to get her phone but he beat her to it, literally. He’d already thrown the TV remote control at her and it had landed on her shoulder.

“Victor, you have started again! What
Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Testimony By Dee

I was 16 years old in 2006 when I wrote my first Jamb and I scored 300 but didn’t gain admission into the university because my English was withheld in my Waec Result. The next year 2007 the English was released and this time I scored 270 in Jamb and I got admission to study Economics at the Niger Delta University in Bayelsa State Nigeria.

I spent all my four years in the university yet attended church only 3 times (God has forgiven me), Fast forward to 2011, I graduated with a second class lower (2:2), same year I started doing business (buying and selling of female and male items) and November 2011 I went for National Youth Service Corp and rounded up November 2012.

After my NYSC I prayed to God that I don’t want to be Jobless, that I needed a Job before it is November 2013 which will be exactly a year after NYSC. December 2012 I left Port Harcourt where my parents reside and travelled to my state  of origin to stay with my Elder sister for a while because I was so depressed and always lugubrious due to a failed relationship etc.

December 23rd, 2012 on a Sunday I said to

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