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16/09/2024

Hello! Tue! Tue!
It’s a month that I traditionally said Yes to my heart robe. I will say I married a man that Loves me, cares for me, prays for me, plays with me, gist with me, Act with me, takes beautiful pictures of me etc. I’m very proud of you my love. The Lord help our love to keep blossoming in Jesus name.

A quick gist on this pictures. I was told by my dad that he tried all his best to get a photographer on my christening day but all to no avail. Until one of my uncle got one who took a picture of after the event, so out of all my siblings I’m the only one that have very limited number of my baby pictures unlike my brother and sisters that has a lot. So on getting married I told my husband if I am not contented with the pictures on our wedding day please call a friend of yours to take our pictures officially and you can do the editing and violla here comes my lovely pictures. God gifted me a cinematographer, he takes my pictures and edits them professionally. I love you my king

08/09/2024

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08/07/2024

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06/07/2024

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13/06/2024

It's my birthday! And all I can say is that I am blessed of God. I'm Favoured, I'm blessed all round. The Lord has blessed the work of my hands. It's my year of fulfillment in Jesus name.

03/05/2024

Abidemi’s story
Written by: Joshua Iretioluwa Peace

EPISODE 3

My journey through primary school was over and it seemed like things were getting better until Dad had a fatal accident on his bike that left him with a broken leg and bruises all over his body. He was on his way to my grandparent's house when he got into an accident. My grandparents had earlier reached out to him to come and pick up Adebimpe because she wasn’t getting better despite all the herbs. After Dad regained consciousness in the hospital and was being questioned about the accident he said

‘As I was riding on my lane I felt dizzy all of a sudden and this is where I gained consciousness, I can’t say how it happened’.

He was in the hospital for about two weeks and when we could not afford hospital bills anymore we had to take him to the house and one man came around to dress his wound.

And for almost two months Dad was down likewise Adebimpe. And those two months I had to start doing something, my brother and had to feed and my father did. I reached out to one of our neighbors who sell sachet water, I begged her to give me some to hawk and by the end of the day I paid her and used the gain to eat. I was doing that and gradually things were getting better because my grandparents sent Funke down to assist me, so both of us stopped school and focused on hawking.

Dad got a little better but he couldn’t do much and his bike was gone as well. Dad started sitting in front of the house to do any work he could do with his hands alone, since his legs were not stable anymore, he had a little knowledge of shoe making, so we saved up to buy what he needed to start this. He sits in front of the house and people who want to repair their shoes or bags bring them to him, while my sister and I continue with the sachet water business and Oluwapelumi goes to school.
One evening after the day's work, my dad called my siblings and me and said

“My children, I just want to thank you for being strong for me, I know how painful it is to see your colleagues going to school while you hawk, this wasn’t my plans for you and I know that this is not God’s plans for you either."
(Dad looked at me)

"Abidemi omo mi(my child), thank you for taking up your siblings like your children, God bless you.”

I responded, “Amen Daddy, thank you for staying with us, we love you”.

“My children we have to bring Adebimpe back home, she is not getting better and you know grandma is already old and she doesn’t have the strength to carry her around anymore. I’ve told them to send her home, please let’s not stress her when she comes, thank you and goodnight”

We all left my dad outside and went to sleep. The next day Adebimpe got home with the help of a family friend. She was already looking very pale and sickly. She could barely stand for five minutes. Dad instructed me to get her glucose to at least give her strength. And for two to three days Adebimpe’s health didn’t improve at all, so I had to take her to the health centre where she got tested, even though we had done the same test over and over again. Fortunately for us, we met a new young doctor that day who specifically told us the tests needed after I narrated her reoccurring sicknesses and how we couldn’t tell the kind of sickness she was going through. The doctor was impressed with how mature I sounded, and I smiled, the words of one of my teachers echoed in my mind.

"When life challenges stare you in the face, what do you do? Run or Dare. Run if you're a weakling; Dare to face the challenge and the strength to conquer will emancipate within you"

The doctor wondered why I smiled. He promised to assist in getting the right diagnosis for my sister. And here we await the test result.

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What do you think was the test result?
Did the doctor stick to his promise?
Did things get better? (comment below)

We will continue next week on Wednesday friends, do have a wonderful weekend ahead of you.

02/05/2024

ABIDEMI'S Story
Written by: Joshua Iretioluwa Peace

Episode 2
Adedamola’s death broke my dad a lot and he had to agree with people to send some of us to our grandparents' house since he was not capable of taking care of us and had lost one of us. My dad sent two of my sisters to them and he was left with just my brother and I with him. I stayed because I was almost done with Primary school and he didn’t want to change my school at that time, because it was the best public school then; around this time public schools were really good and I was a brilliant student.

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(Let me do a quick flashback to when my brother was born, and before my sisters left for my grandparent's house)

It was just after my brother, Oluwapelumi was born that we lost our mum. I had to grow up fast to take up some responsibilities like house chores among others. Grandma made me the mother to Oluwapelumi because she had to tend to the other children. Well, I was very good at handling babies at that time- given that I had taking care of my siblings. I would boil water for his morning bath and pap ( and hope you remembered no breast milk and no money for baby food), we were using one stove then at least, but it deteriorated to firewood later anyway, I would wake up whenever grandma wakes and sleep whenever she sleeps, so it was a full adult treatment, I didn’t stop hearing “you are the firstborn, you are his mother” blablabla.

Grandma stayed with us for 2 full years since Dad wouldn't let us any of us go with her at first. I started going late to school, I would get flogged at school for coming late and still go back home to get shouted at for any slight mistake. I knew it wasn’t grandma’s fault to be nagging at me but she was frustrated as well. Yes, she wanted grandchildren but it breaks her heart to see us suffer the way we were. When she was leaving, my immediate younger sister, Foluke- seven years, was already helping as well, so grandma was relieved and she had to go.

Foluke is a very brilliant child as well. This was a gift all of us had, our brain was never affected by anything despite the struggle. We never had the privilege of textbooks or anything but whatever we were taught sticks fast to our brains.

Dad wasn’t around because he had to work, dad was a bike man who made daily delivery to the owner of the bike and with the little stipend he brings home we managed with him.
I can remember how Dad managed to carry the five of us on his bike to school. Smiles.. we
survived anyways.

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(Back to the present.)

Dad sent Foluke and Adebimpe to my grandparents, which came with a little relief on our side. I only had to take care of Oluwapelumi before school and Dad would carry just two of us to work. Foluke was sent because she was nine already and she would not be a burden on them at the same time she would be able to look after her sister. Adebimpe was seven then, the immediate sister of Adedamola, that we lost.
Adebimpe wasn’t a very strong girl, she fell sick a lot and this was why my dad had to send her so that she could be looked after and well-fed.

I missed my sisters so much because I was used to having everyone around and attending to them. Leaving me with just my dad and my brother. I could not but think of my sisters' survival, especially Adebimpe.

A year after my sisters were taken I rounded off my primary school program and wanted to further to secondary school, but something came up.

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Note: This story is a fiction. The next episode drops at 1 pm tomorrow. Comment below what you think happened to the Okanlawon’s family.

01/05/2024

Episode 1

I am Abidemi Okanlawon, the first child of five from the family of Okanlawon, I am from Okeho, I also live there.
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, I was born in a gettho. So you are not about reading the story of a girl that lived her life in a well fenced apartment with Air conditioner and big cars, neither was I opportune to be drop off in a car to school or wake up to breakfast set on the table.

I was born into the family of seven including my parents, fortunately, my parents had all of us in the space of just one year interval so I had to grow really quick to be a big sister.

I was just about 6 years when mum got pregnant of the last baby who is the only boy, and we lost her after the birth, because of so many complications from getting pregnant often and no proper care after birth. My mum had terrible complications after birth and because of our financial stagnancy, we couldn’t afford to take her to a good hospital. After the birth of my brother her womb got ruptured and she had internal bleeding that we didn’t know of timely and by the time we knew it was too late and we lost her.

That was when my growth was hastened, dad tried so much to be there for us including my grand parents. One thing dad refused to do was let us out of his sight, we were all staying with him despite all the plea to take at least two or three of us to our grandparents for proper care and he will also have enough time to rest and work without too much panic. My dad refused, because he believes no one can take proper care of his children like he will,even though there was really no care. So being the first born I had to be my dad’s second eyes, I was always checking on my siblings to make sure they were fine and staying out of trouble.

My dad may have not been given the opportunity to attend the best school, but he was determined to send at least two of us to school, he was always looking out for his kids no matter what. Dad got involved in different menial jobs, sometimes he comes home very exhausted and tired. People advised that he remarries but he refused.

I wasn’t so matured when I lost my mum but I heard from my dad as I was growing that she was the best gift God gave to him. It was their ignorance and poverty that took her earlier than expected. Dad shared a story with me growing up, that my mum suffered a lot, he said she had delay in conceiving and that was what warranted our not too much distance. He said she was getting close to menopause very early and when I was born I was a miracle, then few months into my birth she conceived again and that was how it continued until the last child that claimed her life. He said he vowed to her before her death that he will never get married to anyone again and he intend to keep his vow.

Moving on at about the age of ten I lost one of my sisters to food poisoning, she was a child everyone addressed as the glorious child, because whenever anyone sees her they gift her stuffs, she brings some stuff home sometimes and she eats some other times. This day was one of the days she ate what was given to her, on getting home, she informed me someone gave her biscuit and it was small, that she had eating it. But she started stooling uncontrollably few minutes after she got home and this continued until the next day. By the next day Adedamola was the shadow of herself. My dad took her to the heath centre close to us, but they were not attended to for at least five hours due to the crowd and just doctor was on sit. By then my sis had been dehydrated beyond remedy and fell unconscious, that was when my father screamed to get the attention of the doctor, and when he checked, she was gone. Adedamola gave up the ghost right in my dad’s arm. He brought her back in his arms and the death left the family in grievous mourning for months. Because dad stopped working and we all had to suffer for it.

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What happened next? How did we survive? What changed? Do you think Baba Bidemi move on or he should stay indoor more? Do you think he should send two of his kids to his parents?

Note: This story is a fiction. Next episode drops 1pm tomorrow. Comment below what you think happened to the Okanlawon’s family.

12/09/2023

Eph.5.18 - And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;
Eph.5.19 - Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;
Eph.5.20 - Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;

Let's worship Jesus together on this platform. 6pm on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

14/06/2023

GRATITUDE

Indeed, families are gifts from God. Am glad God surrounded me with you.
I really do appreciate your wishes, calls and messages sent to celebrate me yesterday.

I say Amen to all of your prayers and acknowledge your compliments.

It's my sincere prayer that God shall honour you too and surround you with the gift of men.
Thank you so much.

IRETIOLUWA PEACE (Jesus Baby)

13/06/2023

Happy birthday to you Jesus baby
1. You are the apple of the Lord's eye
2. You are his daughter that dwells in his bosom.
3. You walk and move on his path and his will
4. His commands are your actions.
5. You do nothing on your own except he tells you to move.
6. Your pleasure is in his will
7. Your peace is in his sayings and doings.
8. Your desires are his desires
9. Your imaginations are filled with where God is taking you to.
10. Your Love is developed from his love.

For:
1. I am phenomenal in all I do.
2. I am great in all I do
3. My hands are blessed
4. My joy is established in your will
5. My peace is of the Lord
6. You have given me rest all round.
7. My legs move to my destined places
8. My heart pants for his will

Happy birthday to Peace, Iretioluwa, Anuoluwadamilola,Folashade,Abidemi,Abeke,
Joshua.

P- Phenomenal
E- Exceptional
A- Affectionate
C- Confident
E- Exceedingly protected by God

I- Inspired by God
R- Recognized by God
E- Excellent in God
T- Teachable in God.
I- Instituted by God
O-Orchestrated in God
L- Loved by God
U- Unique in God
W- Winner in God
A- Associated with my Father

A- Accommodating
N- Natural
U- Understanding
O- Opened to knowledge
L- Loving
U- unique
W- Wonderful
A- Approachable
D- Deligent
A- Appreciable
M- Motivator
I- intentional
L- Liberal
O- Optimistic
L- Living Testimony
A- Accountable

F- Favoured by God
O- Ordained by God
L- Located by God
A- Accepted by God
S- Sorted out by God
H- honored by God
A- Accomodated by God
D- Delivered by God
E- Extracted our by God

A- Alligned in God's purpose
B- Beloved of God
I- Illuminated in God's light
D- Decorated in God's beauty
E- Excited in God's house
M- Message to my generation
I- Instructed by my Father

A- Adorable
B- Beautiful
E- Educated
K- Kingdom vessel
E- Expedient

J- Jovial
O- Opened to correction
S- Sociable
H- Honest
U- united in Christ
A- All round Jesus baby

12/10/2022

I asked what is the first impression or what do you see when you meet a pastor’s child? And I got so many reactions to it which are obviously true but deeper than it seems to everyone.

Responses I got.
1.Spoilt Children.
2.Powerful children
3.Prayerful children
4.Wayward
5.Hypocrite
6.Strong
7.Lucky
8.They have many privileges
9.Spiritual
10.Rich
11.Well mannered
12.Raised in the way of God
13.Saint
14.Misbehaves
15.Not accessible
16.Sensitive
17.Bad behavior

Yeah, that’s the summary of what I got which I know there is more but people don’t want to say it because I am one and they don’t want to offend me.
Hmmm, it’s nice but let me tell you what I see when I see or meet a pastor’s child. I see a child who is strong enough to go through either good or bad times, a child has either good lost the attention of his parents while growing up. A child who shares his/her parents with the universe, either they know them or not. Some were even born into the hands of strangers that you must regard as uncles and aunties. A child who has been taught to trust God for the very minute thing that comes into their life. A child who must know how to do everything done in the church, singing, bible reading and understanding, prayers, fasting etc, without complaining.
Children who have to travel the universe without their consent. Children who have to change schools due to ministerial assignment. Children who have to pray always for people they have met or not.
I see Children who we all are expecting perfection from forgetting that they were kids born like us and expected to live a separate life as we live.

A challenge I want to challenge us today is.
1.How well do you know your pastors child?
2.Do you even pray for them at all?
3.Do you care about how they feel when you expected so much from them and they haven’t even receive the grace for that.
Know this and know peace, your pastor’s child needs prayers as much as you do. Yes they may be spoilt or good, they all need your love and attention. God bless you
This is our story for share your story with Iretioluwa. Next week you will hear the story of a pastor’s child

23/08/2022

💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃 we are resuming back tomorrow by the grace of God. This time it shall be great by God’s grace. Do you have a story to share for people to learn from?, do you have an ugly experience that you want people to avoid?, do you have a beautiful experience you want people to emulate? Oya send a message to this WhatsApp number 08143149890.

God bless you. See you 4:00 pm tomorrow