Please, forgive me...
I lied to you when I told you that you are a fine boy without knowing that you are coming from a house with leaking roof...
I decieved you when I told you that you are doing well when I didn't know that your parents are gradually starving to death without enjoying anything in this life?...
Please, forgive me!...
I was decieved by your number of likes and comments on your fine pictures...
I didn't know that your siblings are gradually turning to local prostitutes and pick pockets because they are looking for money to eat...
If there is need for 1million naira in your father's house now, is there any one that can provide it?...
And yet, you are online fighting people who doesn't like or comment on your pictures ...
I am not talking to you, bro...
I am talking to that young man who knows that God wants to use him to change the story of his father's house...
I am talking to that sister that hates the poverty she wakes up to see everyday...
Someone must take God more serious than others in that house...
The problem is that you started looking for wedding ring when you should have started looking for OIL that will break ancient embergoes in that family...
How do you know that what is following your parents will not follow you into your marriage?...
Now that you are still single, why not use this time and fight the battle your parents failed to fight?...
On your wedding day, we will all gather to eat your rice...
But when we leave, the battle will follow you to that 3 bedroom flat ...
The same battle that frustrated your parents and made your siblings stranded in destiny...
Now that you have not started vomitting and going for antenatal, why not hold God?...
Why not fast and fast until God shows up in that family?...
Who is distracting you that the love of a boy is all you need now?...
The ones you loved before, how did they help your father's house?...
Why are you spending more time fighting for the love of a man that has no power to remove shame and poverty in your family?...
If you looked for OIL to change your father's house the way you have looked for love of a man or woman, that uncompleted building would have been completed by now...
Don't waste your singlehood in the face of a mirror, just to impress a man or woman that has not finished fighting his own battle...
There is a need for a move of God in your family...
Remember that when you turn off the data, we won't see you again...
But you will be left with brothers and sisters and parents who are all managing to survive...
Someone must be serious enough to engage God for a breakthrough in that family and that person can be you..
I write this with tears...
God, please, release on us once again that hunger for prayer that we used to have...
Give us again that hatred we used to have for poverty...
It is unfortunate that we are beginning to get comfortable with the way things are around us...
Please, Jesus, show us mercy, distract our distractions and set us on that path eternal..
Now we know that we have been under attack...
The way we struggle to fast and pray these days shows that powers have come for us.
The way we sleep when it is time to study the Bible shows that hell have sworn that we will never recover our spiritual staminas again...
The way we fall to sin these days shows that more demons have been added to make sure we don't take our spiritual positions ...
The same things we use to run away from are now defeating us...
We are now struggling with the same prayers we used to pray for hours before...
Jesus, if You leave us like this, who else will help us?...
We don't want to carry battles from our fathers houses into our marriages...
We don't to want to give birth to children that will inherit the battles we refused to confront now that we are single...
Father, let this battle end with us...
Take away appetite for sleep...
Eat our breakfasts....
Eat our launchs ...
And if possible, please, Jesus, eat our dinners...
If we will die, let it be that we died holding You to stop the activities of darkness in our families...
We have been joking all these while, but now, we say it and mean it:
Let this battle stop with us ...
Let us pray!
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