Friday, March 26, 2021

ASK!

 Our culture has somehow instilled in us a bizarre notion that to ask for help amounts to an admission of failure.


But some of the most powerful successful admired people in the world to me seem to have something in common, they ask.Don’t be afraid to ask for help. You just might get it for free.


What could be the worst response? “No” or “ Oh, I’m sorry”. It simply means your answer isn’t probably ready or you’re asking the wrong person.Permit me to say, ASK GOD


As long as you ask not, the answer will always be NO.


And when you ask, there’s always a possibility of a NO on the other side of the request.

If we don’t allow for that NO, we are not actually asking. We are either begging or demanding.


Don’t die in silence thinking no one can help you. Help is closer than you think. 

Ask


Saturday, March 20, 2021

IF YOU ARE A SINGLE LADY, THEN YOU NEED TO READ THIS 👇

So, sister Grace fainted today at the fellowship. We just finished sharing the grace o and Bro Gbenga now said that he had some announcements to make.


We now sat down to listen to the announcement. He started with thanking God for the wonderful things he's been doing in our fellowship. He now broke the news of Bro John's marriage to sister Pelumi. We were just about to clap when we heard "gbooaa" from the back seat. Sister Grace haff slump for ground.


Some brothers ran out to get cold water while we lifted her to a chair. When they now poured her cold water, she woke up and started crying; accusing Bro John of breaking her heart. That's how matter started.


Bro John said he never proposed marriage to her, that he was just helping her grow spiritually. Osheey fertilizer.


Sister Pelumi now said she and Bro John had been engaged for three years. Sister Grace now fainted again.


Me, I just stood there trying not to laugh. See drama nauuu😂. Shebi I warned sister Grace? When she was washing, cleaning and cooking for Bro John. She even prayed and fasted for his ministry singlehandedly. For her mind nah, she don see husband. I warned her but she didn't listen? No, rather she accused me of being jealous.


See me, see Bro John nauu... With his over-sized coat and i-don-suffer-for-your-hand pointed shoes. Not to mention the way he was always shaking his head all the time in the name of prayer. But it didn't matter what I thought of him, sister Grace have already married him. She even told me she will shock me with Bro John. But see nah, the shocker is now the shockee😂


The matter was now postponed till our next meeting as sister Grace refused to wake up upon all the water that they poured her.


Bro Gbenga now told me to help and carry her home on my back. I never knew he hated me that much. Of all the people there, he chose me to carry sister Grace, as fat as she is, on my back. Wo. When I did not kill Jesus Christ... Me I have laid all my burdens on Calvary. 🙄

 Anyways, I am on my way home now.I told them I need to get annointing oil from a nearby shop. They go wait for me tire.


If you refuse to define your relationship with the opposite sex and you get shocked and faint, it's you that will carry yourself home.



#Anonymous

Friday, March 19, 2021

You Promise Not To Laugh After Reading This Experience?

Okay.

So, here's my story.


She walked into the banking hall, busy bank as usual just this Friday, her pointed shoe announcing her arrival minutes before you saw her.


She wore that kind of dress that convinces you that heaven is missing an angel.


The aroma of her perfume would easily finish a bowl of eba for its sweetness.


And the phone which she gingerly held to her ear, without minding the security guy frantically waving at her that calls are not allowed in banking halls, will cost a small fortune.


She stepped forward, picked a deposit slip and searched frantically for a pen.


About five guys offered her their pens but, shame to bad people, she took mine maybe because I was closest to her.


After a while, or a long while because time stood still, she stood up and inched closer to me.


She whispered: "Please can you spell 'thirty' for me?"


I looked down at her deposit slip in surprise.

She had written: 'tarty tausanh'!


Olodumare!!!!!!