FRIDAY IN HOUSE NEWS....

 Hailings oh....

IN HOUSE MEMO.

The person who is telling me to give away data to calm nerves of people who did not get the giveaway are you OK? Dont let me curse you ok? And telling me that is why the other blog died, the other blog is not dead and will not die in Jesus name... If comments reduce here or there it is no biggie, it is because we got rid of witches like you... 

If you ever get my data giveaway on your phone, it will only bring you nothing but woes and bad luck for that comment you dropped... if you ever get any cash giveaway here, may it only heap hot coals and fire on your head, and may you never know peace of mind until you stop down people in Anonymous mode.....

Anyone who wants Data can call the data supplier and order and pay, it must not always be me.... There is no way i can satisfy everybody so i decide to satisfy myself....

Cash giveaway will only be announced for people to know but recipients will no longer be announced but be called for their accounts, after they get alert, they can announce....

We are praying that more giveaways will load for next year in Jesus name....

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NAZIRITES INK

My Mother in-law's story is one of the most inspiring story of recovery have ever seen and heard.


According to her son, Mama Million (as she is fondly called because she is wealthy) traveled home to bury her father in 2002, and as soon as arrived from the village, she fell terribly sick to the extent she started to sell all her properties to survive. She was admitted for three months in the hospital and bills kept sky rocking to the point she could not longer afford it.


She promptly called her children and asked that she be taken home. Getting home, she was placed on various drugs for another three whole months after which she refuse to take them again. In her words "Let the death that wants to claim my life come, am not longer afraid".


Her loved ones grew terrified, thought she would die since she shunned the drugs but amazingly, she started to recover. In a short while, she was able to rise to her feet again, worthy to note that she was educationally disadvantaged but was big on hustling, she sells red oil for a living.


She started to gather her business and contacts again, and the first day she visited the "oyel" market after two years on sickbed, her customer poured her sand to be sure it was truly her. His action was informed by the rumors among the other sellers that she might not survive.


Let me surprise you, tomorrow makes it eighteen years since her recovery, both materially, health wise and in all ramification and tomorrow Saturday December 24th is her 70th birthday.


Please don't give up!

Happy Birthday in advance to your Mother in law, God bless her new age!

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INSIDE THE MIND OF A WOMAN GOING THROUGH MOTHERHOOD



 I am Yoruba married to an Igbo man ,when we announced we were getting married I have seen and heard all manner. I remember the day I went to give a friend of my mom the wedding invitation and she said how will my mom fold her hands and watch me get married to an “omo Igbo", that non of her daughters dare try such. 

The truth is I grew up hearing my parents say never marry an Igbo man and if you dare to, never marry a Delta or Anambra or Enugu man. My dad had a strong dislike for Deltans, dem don scam my Baba tire.

You guessed right, I came home with a man from Delta state. The first time I took him to meet my Dad I went with Pastors just to help smooth things over, he was way calmer than I expected and had an amused look on his face throughout. He gave his blessings but not without telling my husband about his experience with his tribesmen.

There are the group of people, who always claim they can’t pronounce my kids name and ask for alternative Yoruba names, despite the fact that they have Yoruba names I refuse to answer and always insist on them being called by their first name, their Igbo names. I think it’s rude.

 Efforts should be made to pronounce people’s name correctly

Meeting the Igbo community, my in laws are wonderful after all my mother in law is Yoruba and almost the uncles inter married but you see the association of friends and community association hmnn , their case is different. Is it the prideful, demeaning glances like I am beneath them, the use of the word “Ofe nmannu” I am not sure of the spelling. Statements like wow! You are very clean, you are not dirty like other Yoruba people.

Advises like please make sure this kids can speak Igbo and not just “nigbati, nigbati”. Or praising another man, saying he is a true son of the soil and not a Lagos bred Igbo man for not diluting his bloodline while I am sitting right there.

The issue of my kids learning how to speak Igbo seems to be a major issue. I have no problem with my kids speaking Igbo, I will love it greatly for them to be able to speak Yoruba, Igbo, Hausa, French ,Spanish and Swahili. I am willing to pay (as God provides) for this. I am tired of receiving advises from people when it comes to this.

I am also surrounded with a lot of nice and cool people from this same communities, there just a lot of them who feel I am not worthy enough to be amongst them. We women and our wahala.





WOW inter tribal marriages cant be this bad ah ah.. some people have really beautiful stories to tell... I hope that yours will change soon






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CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY IN PORT HARCOURT


I want to give out a 10kg bag of rice to someone living in Port Harcourt who really needs it in the spirit of Christmas.

Courtesy of bv Chittoncleaningservices PH
Contact is 08185737479



If you are a BV and live in Port Harcourt and need the rice, please make the call now!

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