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MY MUM'S PASTOR DOES SPECIAL PRAYERS FOR ME —  HE SAID HIS MANH00D IS ANOINTED16It was a Sunday morning, and the church ...
09/03/2025

MY MUM'S PASTOR DOES SPECIAL PRAYERS FOR ME — HE SAID HIS MANH00D IS ANOINTED

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It was a Sunday morning, and the church was packed for the weekly service. Daddy Possibilities stood at the pulpit, preaching with his usual charisma, oblivious to what was about to happen.

Halfway through the sermon, a group of police officers entered the church, their presence causing a stir among the congregation.

"Daddy Possibilities," one of the officers called out, stepping forward, "you are under arrest for sexu--al assa--ult and abuse of authority."

The church erupted in gasps and murmurs as the officers approached the pulpit. Daddy Possibilities attempted to maintain his composure, raising his hands in mock innocence. "This is a mistake!" he exclaimed. "I am a man of God! Who dares to accuse me?"

At that moment, Mrs. Rachel, the mother of the late Deborah, stepped forward from the congregation. Her face was a mask of grief and determination as she held up a notebook.

"This," she said, her voice shaking, "is my daughter Deborah's journal. Before she took her own life, she wrote about how you mani--pulated and v-olated her. You destroyed my daughter!"

The congregation fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. The officers didn't hesitate. They handcuffed Daddy Possibilities and led him out of the church as the stunned congregation looked on.

In the weeks that followed, Daddy Possibilities was tried and sentenced to prison. His downfall sent shockwaves through the community.

Daddy Possibilities' wife began having terrifying nightmares. Every night, she saw Deborah standing before her, eyes hollow and filled with pain.

Deborah's voice echoed in her ears, asking, "Why did you let him do this to me? Why did you stay silent?" The dreams tormented her until she could bear it no more. One Sunday morning, she stood before the entire congregation, trembling, with tears streaming down her face.

She confessed everything—how she had known of her husband's evil deeds but kept quiet to protect her home and reputation.

"I was wrong," she sobbed. "I let my fear and selfishness keep me silent while innocent girls suffe--red."

Gasps filled the church. The parents of the victi--ms were outraged. Mothers wept; fathers clenched their fists in fury. No one was willing to forgive.

They had trusted her, yet she had allowed their daughters to be harmed. One by one, the congregation walked out, leaving her alone. As reality sank in, she collapsed to the ground, wailing in regret, prompting many parents to have open conversations with their children about abu--se and the importance of speaking out.

For Fien and her mother, the road to healing was long, but they faced it together, stronger than ever. And though the scars of the past could never be erased, they found solace in knowing that justice had been served.

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MY MUM'S PASTOR DOES SPECIAL PRAYERS FOR ME —  HE SAID HIS MANH00D IS ANOINTEDEPISODE 15Once Fien was gone, Mrs. Adola s...
09/02/2025

MY MUM'S PASTOR DOES SPECIAL PRAYERS FOR ME — HE SAID HIS MANH00D IS ANOINTED

EPISODE 15

Once Fien was gone, Mrs. Adola sat on her bed, her mind working furiously. She couldn't go to sleep now. She needed to figure out what to do next. Should she confront Fien? Should she call Kunle and tell him what she had found? Or should she take this information directly to the church elders?

She decided to start with Kunle. He had been the one to warn her, and he seemed to know more about the situation. She picked up her own phone and dialed his number.

"Hello, ma," Kunle answered, his voice cautious.

"Kunle," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "you were right. I just checked Fien's phone, and there's something very wrong. She has Daddy Possibilities' number saved with a love emoji, and when I called the number, he called her 'baby'."

"Let's meet tomorrow, ma. I'll come to your house, and we can discuss a plan. Please try to stay calm. We'll handle this."

After ending the call, Mrs. Adola sat back and sighed deeply. She felt a small sense of relief knowing she wasn't facing this alone. But as she lay down to try and rest, her mind kept replaying the voice on the phone and the realization that she had trusted a man who had betrayed that trust in the worst possible way.

The next morning, the cafe was quiet and serene, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in Mrs. Adola's mind. Kunle was already seated when she arrived, his face a mask of determination.

"Good morning, ma," he greeted, rising to pull out a chair for her.

"Good morning, Kunle," she replied, sitting down and clasping her hands tightly. "Thank you for meeting me."

Kunle nodded. "Ma, we have to handle this wisely. If Daddy Possibilities finds out we're onto him, he could become more dangerous."

"I agree," Mrs. Adola said, her voice firm. "What do we do next?"

Kunle leaned forward. "We need Fien to open up about everything. If she can tell you the full truth, it will be easier for us to gather evidence. Once we have solid proof, we can report him to the authorities."

Mrs. Adola sighed heavily. "I'm afraid she won't talk to me. She might be too scared or ashamed to admit what's been happening."

"That's why you'll need to use her trust in you as her mother," Kunle said gently. "Don't accuse her. Just let her know you're on her side."

They continued discussing the details, and by the time they parted ways, they had a plan. Kunle would reach out to Tunde, a mutual friend with a knack for technology, to help gather any additional evidence, while Mrs. Adola would focus on getting Fien to confess.

That evening, as the sun set and the house grew quiet, Mrs. Adola sat in her room, rehearsing what she would say to Fien. She decided to lean on a classic African mother strategy: invoking the power of dreams.

"Fien," she called, her voice firm but calm.

Fien appeared in the doorway moments later. "Yes, Mommy?"

"Come in," her mother said, patting the edge of the bed. "Sit down. I need to talk to you."

Fien hesitated, sensing the serious tone in her mother's voice. Slowly, she sat down.

"Fien," her mother began, her face etched with concern, "I had a dream last night, a troubling dream. In this dream, I saw you struggling, carrying a heavy burden, but you wouldn't let me help you. I woke up with such a heavy heart."

Fien's eyes widened slightly, and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Fien," her mother continued, taking Fien's hand in hers, "I don't know what this burden is, but as your mother, I can feel that something is not right. If there's anything you're hiding, anything at all, please tell me. I promise I won't judge you. I just want to help."

Fien's lower lip trembled, and tears began to pool in her eyes. "Mommy..." she started, her voice breaking.

"My child," her mother urged, squeezing her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Mommy," Fien sobbed, the floodgates finally opening. "I've been so scared to tell you, but it's Daddy Possibilities. He... he's been doing things to me. Things I didn't want. At first, I resisted, but he said if I told anyone, our family would be cursed. I didn't know what to do."

As Fien poured out her heart, detailing everything that had happened—the prayers, the threats, the meetings in hotels—her mother's heart shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled her daughter into a tight embrace. "My baby," she wept, rocking Fien gently. "I am so sorry. I should have protected you. I should have seen the signs. Please forgive me."

Fien clung to her mother, sobbing into her shoulder. "I didn't know who to turn to, Mommy. I was so scared."

"You've done the right thing by telling me," her mother said, her voice trembling with emotion. "We will fix this. I promise you, we will make this right."

The following day, with Tunde's help, they began gathering evidence. Tunde was a tech-savvy young man who understood how to retrieve deleted messages and record conversations discreetly.

He managed to recover a few incriminating messages from Fien's phone and devised a plan to capture more evidence in real-time.

They decided to set up a meeting between Fien and Daddy Possibilities, during which Tunde would discreetly record their conversation. Fien was reluctant at first, but with her mother's encouragement, she agreed.

The plan worked. Tunde captured audio of Daddy Possibilities making inappropriate comments and discussing their secret meetings. With this damning evidence in hand, they took their case to the police.

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MY MUM'S PASTOR DOES SPECIAL PRAYERS FOR ME —  HE SAID HIS MANH00D IS ANOINTED14It was late at night, and Fien's mother,...
09/01/2025

MY MUM'S PASTOR DOES SPECIAL PRAYERS FOR ME — HE SAID HIS MANH00D IS ANOINTED

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It was late at night, and Fien's mother, Mrs. Adola, lay on her bed, tossing and turning. Kunle's visit earlier in the day had planted a seed of doubt in her mind, one that was growing with every passing hour.

She had spent years trusting Daddy Possibilities as her spiritual leader, but the thought that he might be involved in something inappropriate with her daughter gnawed at her.

The more she tried to push the thought away, the stronger it came back. She couldn't shake the look in Kunle's eyes when he spoke about his suspicions or the way Fien had seemed distant and uneasy lately.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she got out of bed and began pacing the room. She needed answers, but how could she get them without confronting Fien directly? Then an idea struck her: she could check Fien's phone.

Surely there would be some clues there. She hesitated at first; going through her daughter's phone felt like a betrayal of trust. But this was bigger than trust; it was about her daughter's safety. Her resolve hardened, and she made up her mind.

"Fien," she called out, standing at the door of her room.

"Yes, Mommy?" Fien responded from her own room.

"Please come here. My phone is acting up, and I need to browse something quickly. Let me use your phone."

Fien appeared at the door a moment later, holding her phone. She handed it over without hesitation. "Here you go, Mommy. I'll be in my room if you need anything."

"Thank you, my dear," her mother said, trying to keep her tone casual.

The moment Fien left, Mrs. Adola sat down and unlocked the phone. She navigated to the WhatsApp app and began scrolling through Fien's contacts. Her heart raced as she skimmed the list of saved numbers.

Then she saw it: a contact saved as "Daddy Possibilities ❤️." The love emoji at the end of the name made her sit up straighter.

Her instincts screamed that something was wrong. She clicked on the contact, but to her dismay, the conversation was empty. The chat history had been deleted.

Mrs. Adola frowned, her suspicion deepening. Why would Fien delete her messages with the pastor? Her hands trembled slightly as she stared at the contact. The doubt in her mind was now overshadowed by alarm. She needed to know more.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to call the number. She pressed the call button, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. The phone rang for a few seconds before a voice answered.

"Hello, baby," a deep, familiar voice said warmly from the other end.

Mrs. Adola's breath caught in her throat. It was unmistakably Daddy Possibilities. She stared at the phone in shock, unable to speak. The casual inti--macy in his voice confirmed her worst fears.

Quickly, she ended the call and deleted the call history, her hands moving frantically. She placed the phone on the table and stared into space, her mind racing.

It was true. Kunle had been right all along. The pastor she had trusted with her family, the man she revered as a spiritual father, was calling her daughter "baby." A wave of emotions crashed over her: anger, disbelief, shame, and guilt.

How had she not seen this coming? How had she missed the signs? She had pushed Fien to trust and obey this man, and now she realized she might have been sending her daughter into harm's way.

For a few minutes, she sat frozen, staring at the phone. Then her anger began to boil. She wanted to storm into Fien's room and confront her.

She wanted to march to the church and expose Daddy Possibilities for the fraud he was. But she stopped herself. Kunle's words echoed in her mind: Tread with caution. Don't alert Fien or anyone else. We need to be careful.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Acting impulsively would only make things worse. She needed to think carefully about her next move.

She picked up the phone again and scrolled through Fien's other contacts and messages, but apart from the suspicious contact with Daddy Possibilities, everything else seemed normal. Satisfied that she had gathered enough for now, she locked the phone and called out to Fien.

"Fien, come and take your phone," she said, her voice steady.

Fien entered the room, her expression calm and unsuspecting. "Did you find what you were looking for, Mommy?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you," her mother replied, handing the phone back.

"Alright, good night," Fien said, heading back to her room.

"Good night, my dear," her mother responded, watching her leave

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