African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

26/09/2025

26/09/2025

Top 10 richest men and their net worth

Surprisingly No10 will shock you he's from Enugu state

26/09/2025

If you run out of money after paying all your bills and taking care of your home, you're not broke, you're responsible ✔️

19/09/2025

🚨 Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨

VDM pulled up in the brand new 2025 Tesla Cybertruck worth a staggering ₦550 MILLION 🤯🔥.

But before people start shouting “foundation money,” he made it clear — he only borrowed the car 👀😂.

Still, he didn’t just keep it to himself. He drove it straight to the hood, letting kids who’ve never seen such a car in their lives snap pictures with it 📸❤️. He even brought a professional photographer so the memories will last forever.

Dear VDM 🙌, whether borrowed or bought, you always find a way to touch lives.

👉 Moral Lesson: You don’t have to own something to use it to create joy. What matters is the heart behind the action ❤️🙏.

19/09/2025

Davido said to Rema on backstage... Don't feature any of the big 4 or else you will lose fans.

Rema obey and he has the biggest fanbase among the new cats!!

— 30BG member tweets via X
...till this date Rema has not featured any Nigerian artists except his brother Shallipopi on "BENIN BOYS"

17/09/2025

Who's ready to get an iPhone 17?😂

16/09/2025

Good one from you sir we Nigerians really appreciate 🙏
but the issue on ground now, is the drivers, our lives are on stake if you release this vehicles to your brothers .

16/09/2025

A dollar was just N21 when Nigerians depended on this to cook.

A bag of Rice was less than 3k then.

Think about it. It’s never about cost of things, it’s about wealth creation.

16/09/2025

Brethren, let me confess. My life almost ended because of puff-puff. And not just any puff-puff, free puff-puff.

It all started when my church announced a three-day revival. You know how these things go; prayer, fasting, and powerful deliverance sessions. But the only reason I was truly interested was because of the refreshment.

You see, my church has this wonderful tradition of serving snacks after every big program. And not just any snack, specially anointed puff-puff. The type that’s soft, golden brown, and melts in your mouth. I had been planning my strategy for days.

Fast forward to the final day of the revival. The sermon was long. My stomach was already speaking in tongues. The moment the pastor said, “Let us share the grace,” I didn’t even say Amen properly before I positioned myself near the refreshment stand.

That was my first mistake.

The ushers were sharing the puff-puff in white paper plates, five pieces per person. Five pieces? After three days of fasting? Blasphemy!

I needed a plan.

I quickly collected my plate and walked away like a humble servant of God. But I didn’t go far. I circled around the church and joined the line again.

And my brethren, it worked! I got a second plate. My joy was full. But did I stop there? No. Greed is a terrible thing.

I did it again. And again. By the fourth round, I had 20 puff-puffs stacked in my pocket like stolen gold. I was feeling like a champion until I heard a loud voice behind me:

"Brother Morris, how many times will you collect puff-puff?”

My soul left my body.

I turned slowly and saw Pastor staring at me, microphone in hand. Church members were looking. Ushers were looking. Even the puff-puff was looking.

My brain shut down. Instead of admitting my crime like a normal person, I panicked and did the worst thing possible. I tried to run.

Big mistake.

As I took my first step, my leg hooked on a chair. I fell like a bag of beans. All my puff-puff scattered on the floor. The entire church gasped. A small child even pointed and shouted, “See thief!”

At that moment, I knew my destiny had been rewritten.

Pastor sighed and shook his head. “Instead of fasting for anointing, you are fasting for puff-puff. May God help you.”

Brethren, I have never been the same since that day.

Moral of the story: When collecting free food, don’t be greedy. Or at least, don’t get caught.

African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

15/09/2025

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15/09/2025

I came back on Friday evening feeling like my village people had finally decided to rest. No bad news, no strange headaches, no mysterious bank alerts disappearing before my eyes. Just peace. I should have known it was the calm before the storm.

Frank called me, hello br remember the night Virgil I told you about.,

I smiled 😊 I remembered br am coming to your house now so that we can go together.,

Ok br, he cut the call,

At the church.

The service was going fine until Pastor Emmanuel announced that today’s deliverance session would be “extra powerful.” He said anyone battling generational curses should step forward Now, normally, I mind my business, but my mum had been telling me that my great-grandfather used to wrestle with masquerades at night. I didn’t want to take chances.

As soon as I stepped forward, two ushers positioned themselves behind me. I knew what that meant; falling anointing. The moment Pastor placed his hand on my head, I felt nothing. Not a single shiver. But the man kept pressing my forehead like he was checking if my skull was ripe for harvesting.

Then he shouted, "Holy Ghost fire!" and pushed my head back with force. Instinct kicked in. Before I knew it, my right hand swung through the air, and gbam! I landed a hot slap on his face. The kind that makes you see your future and your past at the same time.

Church went silent. Drummers stopped drumming. Ushers froze.Even the frank that invited me is no where to be found again, I screamed in my heart, Shai 😢 frank has betrayed me.
Pastor Emmanuel held his face, blinking rapidly like someone whose Bluetooth just disconnected from heaven.

My first thought? Run.

But before I could move, two ushers grabbed me. One whispered, “My brother, you don buy market.”

That’s how they dragged me to the back of the church for emergency prayers. Pastor recovered, placed both hands on my head this time, and shouted, "Every spirit of violence, OUT!"

I started shaking, not from deliverance, but from fear.

After service, I went to apologize. Pastor just smiled and said, "Next time, receive anointing with humility."

but till today I never see frank.,

That's why am reporting here in case anyone that see "frank" should tell him that am save.,

Tell him to come back to his parents house 🏡.

African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw

15/09/2025

My guy, Tunde, invited me to his cousin’s wedding. Now, if you know Nigerian weddings, you know two things are guaranteed; jollof rice and wahala. I had no money that weekend, so when he said, "Omo, come, food go plenty," I didn't think twice. I ironed my best shirt, sprayed small perfume (the one that smells expensive but is actually ₦500), and followed him.

We got there, and as expected, food was flying left, right, and center. You know that kind of wedding where the servers act like FBI agents, scanning people before giving food? Yeah, this one was different. These people were just serving without questions. Fried rice, jollof rice, amala, goat meat, chicken, everything was entering my front like manna from heaven. I was eating with the confidence of someone that paid bride price.

Then, the mistake happened.

An old woman, probably the bride’s grandmother, came with a cooler of what she called "special soup." She gave me one wicked smile and said, "My pikin, chop well well." Now, in a normal situation, my brain would have asked, "What is inside this soup?" But greed did not let me think. I used one full wrap of fufu and dived into it.

Five minutes later, I started feeling warm. Ten minutes later, my stomach was making sounds like a generator with low fuel. Tunde asked if I was okay. I said yes, but my body knew I was lying. The moment I stood up to go outside, my stomach reset my destiny.

I ran. Not walked, RAN. I didn't know where the toilet was, so I just started looking for anywhere to land. Before I could find a place, my body was already making dangerous decisions. People were watching me like I was mad.

Long story short, I found a toilet just in time, but my my life had changed already. I sat there, regretting my life choices, thinking about my ancestors, and making promises to God I knew I wouldn't keep.

When I finally came out, weak and defeated, Tunde just looked at me and said, "Omo, you don learn?"

African Stories By Ezeh Daberechukw