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12/08/2025

PART THREE -Confession of a Pastor’s Side Chic, Call Me Jezebel, I Don’t Care!

I missed Sunday service for two weeks straight. I knew Papa would notice and he did.
On Tuesday evening, my phone rang. It was him.
Sister Chika, what happened? Are you okay? he asked.
Before I knew it, tears started pouring. I couldn’t even talk properly. Between sobs, I whispered, Papa… can I see you? Please.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, I’m home, but I’m getting ready to go pick my family from the airport.
I won’t waste your time, I promised.
Fifteen minutes later, I was at his gate. I had chosen my outfit carefully a modest looking gown, but with a neckline that knew exactly what it was doing. My eyes were swollen from real tears… and from a little help with red eyeshadow.
Papa welcomed me in and we sat facing each other. I told him the heartbreaking story of how my boyfriend of four years had left me.
He reached out, holding my hand in comfort. I let my fingers linger around his, then leaned forward to rest my head on his chest.
Calm down… God is with you… it shall be well, he murmured.
I tilted my face up to look into his eyes and kissed him.
He pushed me away lightly, confusion written all over his face. Tears rolled down my cheeks again as I whispered, Are you rejecting me too?
He froze. Couldn’t say a word. Then… he let me kiss him again. And you know what happened next🫢🫢😁

When it was over, we dressed in silence. I had planned to tell him my actions were intentional… but brethren, this man of God sweet oo. Una no tell me say all these man of God dey carry heavy duty like this oo.
I enjoyed every second,, during the do he kept whispering in my ear “sister Chika u too sweet, sister Chika you wan kîłł me, sister Chika finish me oo. he would never forget the experience. As for me, I’m not letting this one go. I don’t care about his wife or kids. I can’t leave all this goodness for Mummy GO alone. Call me Jezebel if you like… I no send!

11/08/2025

PART TWO - Confession of a Pastor’s Side Chic, Call Me Jezebel, I Don’t Care!”

After that altar call meeting, I knew Papa had noticed me.
By Saturday, I joined the cleaning crew, first time in my life. Not because I suddenly loved mopping, but because Papa always drops by when they clean.
I noticed he was trying to move a box to his car, so I rushed to help. Getting to the car, I intentionally tripped, and he caught me, my brèâst pressing against his chest. I pretended not to notice how his gaze lingered there.

“Thank you for saving me, Papa,” I said sweetly.

He looked uncomfortable, adjusted his collar, and asked, “Will you be in church on Sunday?
Of course, Papa ,,I replied.

On Sunday, I made sure my seat gave him full vision during praise and worship. Lifting my hands like I was lost in the spirit, I could feel his eyes… fighting their own prayer point.

After church, he sent his assistant to tell me to wait. I knew I was getting close to achieving my aim. I will make him fall, and when I do, I will
remind him of his words every Sunday service.

If you want to know what happens next, let me know in the comments.

10/08/2025

Confession Of a Pastor’s Side Chic , Call Me Jezebel, I Don’t Care!”

The man of God in my church every Sunday, without fail, he would boast from the pulpit
“No woman can ever bring me down. I am too anointed for flesh. The devil has no place here!”

At first, I ignored him. But week after week, the chest beating continued. And somewhere between boredom, curiosity, and a stubborn desire to see if gravity works on holy men, I decided oya oo…. let’s test this calling. But wait first before you start to judge me, hear the full story.
You see, I am not an ordinary creation. God took His time with me. People wey sabi me know say I am not exaggerating. My hips curve like a comma, my chest is a testimony on its own. I am heavily endowed, and honestly, even in a sackcloth, it’s still blessing overload.
That Sunday, when it was time for altar call, Pastor said:
“If you want to give your life to Christ, come forward now.”

I stepped out slowly, wearing a fitted but modest dress. Heads turned, my steps were deliberate., I could feel all eyes on me,, I could hear some women murmuring but me no send anybody papa oo. . The choir was singing softly in the background, but the real melody was the sway of my hips.
I stood there, eyes closed, pretending to be lost in worship. But I could feel his gaze. After church, Pastor announced:
“All those who gave their life to Christ, please wait behind. I’d like to pray with you personally.”

I smiled inside. Stage two had begun.
When it was my turn, I walked into his office like peace mixed with trouble. He looked up, greeted me, and said:
“God bless you, my daughter.”

But his eyes… they kept wandering. He tried to focus, but his gaze kept returning to my curves. When our eyes finally met, he looked away so fast you’d think I was holding a lightning bolt.
Suddenly, he burst into tongues.

“Rabababa! Shandadada! Lord, have mercy!”
I stood there, nodding gently, as if to say, Amen, Papa… pray harder, because you are about to be doomed!

Let me know if you want to know what happens next in the comment section.

06/08/2025

She faced the storm, battled silently, and still found the strength to adjust her crown. Healing isn’t easy, but this woman refuses to bow. 👑✨

04/08/2025

Mimi tries Banku for the first time…
How can she prefers garri over banku🫢. Banku and Okro na perfect combo. If you have tried it before you will confirm what I said is true.
Make I report give Una, She has refuse to eat Fufu,, better hunger never catch her sha,, because when hunger hammer her no be person go tell her to adjust to nri obodo. How Una dey, happy new week oo

25/07/2025

😭😭😭😭 Make person hold me because as e stand now una fit see my story for blogs say i go b e a t person. Shei na yesterday i tell una say i don see where to dey buy correct naija food. I even mentioned I bought upka that I can’t wait to devour them.
See the outcome ooo,,, 25pcs of ukpa na only one good,,, them spoil finish ooo.
This woman told me they were fresh that I won’t regret it,,, now I don regret am, no be to go fig h t her. She can’t tell me she didn’t know this thing no good. Something I bought for 50GHS 😭😭😭.

Abeg what should I do now,, cos my money no fit waste oo,,, I need supporters wey go follow me go fight.. the woman her husband wey I don see for picture fat well well. Please let’s team up😭.
Una good afternoon ooo

24/07/2025

finally I don see where to dey buy our local food items for this Ghana. See corn and pear na… so fresh.

The woman even get walnuts (upka) I bought plenty. I can't wait to devour them..
Oya come join me ooo

24/07/2025

Hospital food has never really been my thing. I usually prefer getting food from home or outside. But UGMC changed that for me! 🙌🏽Their catering service is top notch. Every night, a nurse and a caterer come around to share the menu and even take special requests. So thoughtful, right?😁😁

Now look at the breakfast I was served when I was still admitted …. fresh, hot, and it always comes with fruits too! 😁So tell me, do you eat hospital food or is it a no-no for you?

23/07/2025

You see, if you are healthy and alive, you know no wetin God do for you.
These past few months have made me realize that, indeed, health is wealth.Hospital visits became my new normal and at one point, I was there every two days. Injections and IV drips became so routine that I barely felt anything when the nurses inserted the line. I became such a regular that the attendants at the OPD recognized me at first glance. Through it all, I wore a smile and kept praying for God’s strength to carry me through.

This journey has taught me to appreciate life more deeply and live each day as if it were my last.I’m recovering well now, and I’m so grateful especially to my loved ones and most especially to Dim oma. God gave me the best partner, knowing how fragile I can be. I’m getting better, I don recover finish self. I say make I tell Una how my life be. ❤️❤️😁

17/07/2025

I saw these old pictures of me taking care of my nephew😂😂, I have always loved kids. See as Nono was resting comfortably at my back and Udoka clung to my body.. Aunty duties…. Been there, done that😊.
Faith Amara Ikegwuonu see come and see😁

10/07/2025

My Genz daughter said her hand is too soft to wash vegetable ooo

04/07/2025

am not afraid of the dark…For even in the shadows, God walked with me.Pain tried to write my ending,But mercy rewrote my script.I am a witness to grace,,,To breath borrowed and returned,To days I didn’t know I’d see again.Every scar a sacred story,Every tear a seed watered by heaven.I live, not by luck, but by love.Not by strength, but by divine mercy.This second chance…. A masterpiece in motion. So I rise grateful, glowing, unshaken.Thank You, God, for the gift of life.Even in the dark, Your light led me home. God I am grateful, happy birthday to me❤️🌺🎉🎂

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