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Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts

Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Nigerian man asked his wife what she wanted for her birthday, Come closer and read the email she sent him :)

A Nigerian lawyer took to twitter to share this heartwarming email his wife sent him after he asked what she wanted for her birthday. Scroll down to read the heart melting email...

Monday, November 27, 2017

"How God miraculously healed me of cancer after I was given two months to live (photos)

A Nigerian lady and Instagram user, Yvonne Ebadan Ogbefua, has recounted how she was miraculously healed by God after suffering from sacorma, a form of cancer that attacks the soft tissue. This really knocked her down to the point even chematherapy couldn't help. After Doctors gave her two months to live, The Almighty stepped in and took over from there.
According to her, she was given

Saturday, November 18, 2017

"I had three options;The chief typist, senior or his junior typist. I picked the unqualified junior typist, here is why"- Professor Yemi Osinbajo

While I was teaching at the University of Lagos, as a young lecturer, in the department of Public Law in the Faculty of Law, there were 3 typists in the department. The chief typist, senior typist, and the junior typist. Because in those days before laptops and personal computers, typists in universities had to do a lot of work and they were very important because you always needed to type all your materials.
When there was work to do, what l discovered was that the chief typist would

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

How my Doctor πŸ‘¨‍⚕️ dad treated, cured monkey πŸ’ pox in less than two days

Beautiful Facebook user Ayigo Ejue posted this story on her wall and people, this is worth sharing as we all know That The Nigerian Government needs to see this now more than ever. Read her story below...
IN January 2014 my son came down with a rare type of Chicken pox that was no ordinary chicken πŸ— pox. It was only a few days ago that i realized that my son must have suffered from what is known as MONKEY πŸ’ POX.
My son came down with what i thought then was chicken pox during his Christmas πŸŽ„ break, having been exposed to chicken pox by his room mate in school. Of course none of us have ever been exposed before. We had little knowledge of chicken pox but then, this type was not only severe but scary. Within two days, my son's body was covered with big blisters, he was itchy and uncomfortable, he had high fever, sore throat and in great pain. He could not eat and was delirious. With all this symptoms, the private clinic we took him refused to admit him to a ward. We  were instead advised to keep him at home, administer calamine lotion for the itching and analgesic for pain. We were told that chicken pox is a viral infection which usually wears itself out after some days giving life immunity to the sufferer.

At home, we quarantined him in his bedroom. We used lots of Izal to clean the house twice a day. I kept changing his beddings as often as, i was sponging to control the fever  and forced liquids and fluids. I was the only one who had contact with him because of this i had to have little contact with the rest of the household. Other members of the family stayed far away from his part of the house. They also had to practice frequent hand washing and strict hygiene, we were very scared, this was no ordinary chicken pox. Family and friends gave us tips which we followed, one of which was drinking a locally produced vile tasting concussion called"SEVEN πŸ”‘ " we got this from The chemist πŸ‘©‍πŸ”¬ and we would all take as much as two tablespoons five times daily for over one week.
My son didn't show any improvement even after one week, instead he was getting worse and could not even stand or sit due to paralyzing pain in his lower back and waist. I could hardly find where to touch him because of the blisters he was in great pain. I couldn't take it anymore so i called my father, a medical doctor who asked that I bring him down. We took a four hour journey to Ikom in anxiety and pains. 

As soon as we arrived, my father commenced treatment. My father in his diagnosis mentioned that this was definitely no case of πŸ—  pox. He gave me a simple explanation that the case was too severe to be termed chicken pox but not severe enough to be termed small pox either. However in less than 24 hours of commencing treatment from his grandfather, my son started showing signs of improvement and was discharged from hospital after two days. He returned to school in less than three weeks fully recovered.
Some scars still remain on him reminding us of the ordeal we went through.
No other member of the family came down with any pox by the grace and mercy of God Almighty though i still wonder about the over doses we had with the locally produced concussion.

Friday, October 06, 2017

"Your mistakes should not define you" - Nigerian relationship coach who got pregnant at 19 and faced physical abuse, shares her story

A Naija relationship coach based in Canada, ‎Biola Makanjuola is sharing an inspiring story of how she found her purpose and love again after getting pregnant at 19 and and settling down for whatever is available.
Read her inspiring story below…
“Got pregnant at the age of 19, was zero’d out, condemned, alone and lost
Became a mother & thought it best to make it official with my son’s dad attheageof 20
Got into unhealthy patterns in our relationship that led to emotional abuse and toxicity for the most part. Finally got the courage to separate at the age of 23 after going through an abortion and Sexually Transmitted Disease.
This started my downward spiral into involving myself in multiple toxic relationships between the ages of 24 – 27
Confused, lost, dark, toxic relationships was my drug of choice. Felt unworthy, self-esteem dragging on the floor begging to be picked up, had little or no confidence, gave up my power to define who I was to other people because I just hated the woman I had become. I constantly questioned why I was so different and abnormal.
My body defined my worth. I clearly had nothing to offer. My single motherhood didn’t even help. They said I couldn’t do any better because of my baggage. I agreed with them and gave them my power. It was their word over mine.
Finally got tired of engaging in this toxic cycle and decided to embrace my difference. At this point, I was tired! I was sick! I was done! I found my light towards the end of 2016.
Found the love I had been seeking the whole time in myself. Things started clicking. I found my purpose. I realized I had a story to tell and was determined to share. I was worthy and enough the whole time and didn’t even know it. I finally found my voice and I promised myself to speak my truth.
I promised God that if he took me out of my misery and showed me the way, I will spend the rest of my life serving.
Currently serving and growing a tribe of women who believe in their power to create their stories and would do anything to make it happen.”

Wednesday, October 04, 2017

Pastor finds marijuana planted in his car after dreaming of being arrested over drug possession

After dreaming of being arrested over drug possession, US-based Nigerian pastor, Wisdom Madukwe finds a bag of marijuana planted in his car.“Though there are many devices in the hearts of men but only the council of the Lord shall prevail. Amen!!!
Blessed be the Name of the Lord Who Has exposed the wicked plots of the enemy against my life and the Ministry.
On Saturday my car mechanic picked my car for maintenance and he didn’t return the car. In the night I called him and asked where is my car? He pleaded with me that he couldn’t meet up with the repairs. First thing Monday morning he returned the car, I asked him, hope the car was safe where it was? and he replied yes Sir!!!.
Finally on Monday morning he brought the car and I called him and said to him “My Spirit is not right with you, hope you are not working or plotting against me” and he said, how can he do something like that.
Surely the Sovereign Lord does nothing without revealing His plans to His friends…
The Bible says it shall not stand neither shall it come to pass…
Early morning hours of Tuesday, I had a revelation where I was driving and Police stopped me and said they are on Stop and Search. I said its OK. I was ordered by the Police to come down from my car which I obeyed without delay. To my greatest amazement one of the Police Officers put his hand under the driver seat and brought something and shouted we have seen it.
Suddenly I was arrested by the Police and they handcuffed me in that dream and they called press men and over two hundred people (200) gathered snapping me with handsets. One of the Police Officers wanted to slap me and as I tried to defend the slap, I woke up from bed sweating.
I hurriedly checked the time it was 5am Tuesday morning. I started praying asking God for help, to direct and give me details of what is going on. The Holy Spirit said to me “before you drive out today search your car under the drivers seat.
I came to the car I forgot and the same Voice came again don’t go “search the car under the the drivers seat” Behold I put my hands and I saw a waterproof under the seat. I bent down to see and pulled it out. It was wrapped with four waterproof. I opened it behold it was a bag of marijuana(weed) planted in my car.

I shouted and called my Security and my wife to see what I saw inside my car. They were all amazed and my wife began to cry. Immediately I heard a voice to call my machanic.
I put a call to him ” my brother have I ever offended you or is there anything wrong I did to you? He answered me no sir … Why have you decided to kill me by planting marijuana in my car? He said to me dad I’m sorry I will explain to you when I come ”
I removed it snapped it with my handset and took it out of the house. As I was driving out to the office. Four Police men stopped me that they are on stop and search. I said OK but other cars were passing nobody was stopping or searching them.
The Police officers shouted that I should not teach them their job. I was ordered to come down from the car just as it happened in my revelation. I laughed he said to me you are laughing very soon you will begin to cry and beg me.
My eyes were very wide open on them looking and monitoring the whole movie. They put their hands under the drivers seat just as it happened in my revelation. But they saw nothing they were looking at each other. They searched everywhere in the car and saw nothing.
They were over disappointed and mocked by God Almighty. And Police Officers said that I’m free to go.
Father may Your Name alone be Praised for frustrating the evil plots of darkness and his cohorts against my life, Ministry and the body of Christ.
This is the Mighty deliverance that God has shown me this Month of October… Grace for Help
Friends help me to say thank you to this Awesome God.” 


Thursday, September 21, 2017

Burn survivor, Chinenye Desire, shares emotional story of how she survived gas explosion in her home

Burn survivor, Chinenye Desire Benjamin suffered severe burns following a fatal gas explosion in her house last year. She has narrated her touching story how she survived a gas explosion that rocked her home leaving her terribly burnt in an interview with StarNG. Recall that she posted the new photos recently and captioned them: "I don't focus on how big my giant is; I focus on how Gigantic my God is.''  Chinenye Desire Benjamin was an aspiring model before she had a terrible gas explosion accident
She recalled how it all started with a strike of the matchstick and boom, there was fire everywhere. She didn’t realize that her gas cylinder had leaked overnight, so when she woke up that morning to boil water for bathing so as to prepare for work, her life changed forever.
She was burnt from head to toe. Desire said her family members who had been asleep when the explosion happened jumped out of bed and amidst the chaos, did the first logical thing that came to

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Annie Idibia goes down memory lane, shares her Surulere story

I don't even know if it's right posting this, she says...

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Can I start a business without capital? Yes you can, See how to do it

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Can I start a business without A CAPITAL!????

🀞Yes You can!
🍷Yes you can't!

When you start a business without a working capital, you would only be able to tick the ✅πŸ—ƒ hunger box. You would barely pay bills EXCEPT you PUSH HARD!!!

When I started my online fashion store OGEHOMES in 2014... I had nothing, as in I no get shishi!!

I knew a handful of women love BEAUTIFUL shoes, bags and accessories etc..and I needed a platform. I started with a Bbm channel(i currently have 12000 ➕ followers). I made sure to

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Be Yourself! Celebrating God's grace over my life (Testimony)

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Sometime ago, early this year, when my building project was still HALF CAKED yes that's what we all called it then.. 'Cos it was looking like a piece of cake cut into halves, with a thick canopy nailed to the frontal to prevent the wind, and a slim zinc sheet nailed to a fragile door frame, serving as our MAIN GATE... Na God be our security those time
I swear!. It was looking almost like a ramshackle when viewed from afar, but decent and neat when you come in.
I got a job from a client in Yankee, she had fallen in love with my works online and wanted to strike a deal. She was sceptical about online activities and scared of being scammed.She wanted an

Monday, May 22, 2017

Diary Of A Pastor's Wife

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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.

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?" 
"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 changΓ© 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


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


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.

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


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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


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


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


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
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