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Soul Transformation stories, Lagos (2025)

29/10/2025

PROPHET VINCENZO

EPISODE 21

•••

In the morning, after observing the family devotion, Dr. Jewel had told me to get myself prepared for the mentoring school.

I was so excited for the possibility of becoming a Marriage and Family Thera**st. . ...

I spent so much time in the bathroom for personal hygiene. I stood in front of the mirror getting ready for school, looking at my reflection in it. Thank God I had quick-healing skin, my body was covered with faded scars that fascinated me.

I was happy to have my beautiful face and healthy skin and hair back. Everything Vita bought for me was working like magic. I like that girl so much.

I powdered my face and devoted effort to making myself look attractive and then admired my appearance. I spent ages preening myself.

I stood there, primping in front of the mirror, making minor adjustments to my hair, make-up, and clothes. Paying careful attention to how I dressed and groomed, as if I was inviting the whole world to watch me.

I felt very proud and satisfied with myself after making myself neat and tidy

I appeared striking and smart in dress and appearance before walking out of my room.

“You look beautiful.” Dr Jewel complimented me on my looks when I got downstairs

“Thanks a lot.” I bowed slightly. I preened myself on the praise I had received, feeling self-satisfied.

I followed her to the car where Mr Nayel was in the driver's seat.

I climbed into the back seat and he started the car.

Even the devil knows that this people are a very happily married couple. They chatted endlessly, I watched as Mr Nayel laughed and leaned down, kissing her cheek.

“I need to know the secret to having a happy marriage.” I said within me, grinning happily as Mr Nayel was showing a lot of love and care to his wife.

After a long ride, we arrived at our destination. Mr Nayel looked at his wife and asked

“Sweet cheeks, do you want me to come and pick you up when you're through?”

She nodded her head.

“Call me and I will come to pick you up. Until you're back in my loving arms---have a wonderful day, Beautiful!”

I blushed as if I was the one he was talking to.

“Have a great day. I love you.” Dr Jewel kissed him

I was just smiling, admiring the couple before me

I opened the car door, stepped out of the car, drew myself up slowly to height and had a good look around.

I don't know how to describe this elegant place. I have had the opportunity to see several impressive buildings in my country but it's nothing compared to what she'd got here. The exterior of the building was elegant and graceful.

Indeed! She is a wealthy woman, an attractive woman, and wealthy to boot. A humble soul and above all things she love Jesus

The view from the glass elevator was impressive, Upon entering the elevator, the doors close. It went up quickly and then stopped

We stepped out of it, facing an office. Dr. Jewel Nayel inscribed above the door

I didn't know how she connected the automatic sliding door system with her phone and managed them remotely.

She used the remote control to open the door and we entered into her office.

“Wow! She has elegant taste.” I thought, trying not to look around the office too conspicuously.

She stood in the middle of her office and prayed for several minutes. Then she phoned her secretary and told her to lead me to the class

The Classroom was well-equipped, having an electronic projector.

We walked in and met a lady in the front of the classroom, teaching the students.

“Dr. Chloe, this is Gracia from Africa, she's a new student.” Dr. Jewel's secretary announced and left

“You're welcome Gracia, Dr. Jewel has already informed me about you. This academic year will be challenging but exciting, and I encourage you to learn with us and explore. I look forward to learning and growing together.”

“Thank You m... Thank You Dr. Chloe.” I remembered Vinnie had taught me that I should always address people with their names.

She smiled and I was assigned a seat. I had a laptop on my desk and I took a quick glance all around, I noticed everyone had laptop on their desk

“Wow!”

I listened attentively in class and respectfully to Dr Chloe's words, trying not to look intimidated by the whites.

Vinnie had taught me before he travelled not to be intimidated by people I perceive to be attractive, successful, or confident. And that when I'm feeling self-conscious, I might feel overwhelmed in the presence of people who seem more self-assured than I do.

I was told to feel better about myself, believe in myself and improve my self-esteem as a woman. God bless him for me. I really missed him.

“Marriage counselors, sometimes called marriage and family thera**sts, are highly educated mental health professionals who provide therapy for couples. They give clients the ther**eutic tools they need to improve their relationships, resolve disagreements and manage their mental health.

Marriage counselors often act as mediators in challenging discussions, ask questions to expand the conversation and listen to patients individually to help them prepare for couples' therapy.”

I started typing on my laptop. Thank God I attended Computer class immediately I finished secondary school before I was kidnapped. I would have disgrace my generation here. I still recalled what I'd been taught.

“What does a marriage counselor do?

Marriage counselors work with individuals, couples and families in one-on-one sessions to listen to every side of a situation. During group sessions, a marriage counselor may facilitate conversation, role-play a scenario, gather information to make a mental health diagnosis or provide specialized therapy. For example, a couple planning to get married might seek a marriage counselor's advice to ensure they're ready for a long-term commitment.

Marriage counselors also often assist couples in discussing important subjects and bolstering their relationships, especially in the following areas

Communication, Intimacy, Fidelity, Differences in opinion about raising children or living with extended family, Substance, abuse, Anger, Trauma, Grief

Graduate students in marriage counseling often study how to:

Administer basic therapy

Provide a mental health diagnosis

Support patients through talk therapy and consulting

Handle common mental health challenges, such as anxiety, depression, marriage and couple issues and family conflict

Help patients understand the reasons for their behavior and how it affects others

Assist patients in exploring alternative ways of thinking to enhance their mental health.”

And then she went on to discuss it in detail, thoroughly and carefully. She made it plain, clear, understandable and intelligible

After an hour, she rounded off the topic and said

“I'll tell you more about Marriage counselor skills and What are some common marriage counselor specializations in our next class.”

When she left the class, I stood up. I was about to walk out of the classroom when I bumped into someone and mumbled an apology

“I'm so sorry to bump into you.”

She smiled at me and muttered “It's fine.”

“You're from Africa right?” She asked and I nodded

I looked at her, she had a fair complexion like me not white, but she spoke in an American accent. She had a really nice accent

“What part of Africa are you from?”

“I'm from Nigeria.”

“Wow! My parents are also from Nigeria. Pardon my manners. I'm Divina Benjamin.”

Benjamin? Am I just overthinking things?

“Di.. v... ..”

“Divina!” She helped me out

“I read a book “Turning Point” where Mr and mrs Benjamin went to Dr. Jewel for an advice about their daughter. Are they your parents? Are you the girl they talked about?”

“Yeah! You're right. They are my parents but that was my older sister. She is now married with two sons.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed with wonder

“You have a strong American accent. How come?” I couldn't help but ask

“I was born and brought up in America.”

I nodded in understanding, no wonder she spoke an American accent fluently

“Have you ever been to Nigeria?”

“I've been there a few times.” She responded and then asked

“What about you? Where are your parents?”

“It's a long story. This is my first time of been to America” I shook my head, trying hard not to break down in tears.

“Can we be friends?”

“Of course I'll say yes.” I was more than happy to make friends with her

She gave me a smile and reached out to take the phone I held out. She gave me her personal cellphone number and returned the phone back to me

“Nice to meet you Gracia.”

“Pleased to meet you, too Divina”

I laughed softly as I made my way back to Dr. Jewel's office

Hope I'm not making a mistake...

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TBC...

©Mhizlove_writes

29/10/2025

THE CHAT ROOM.

Episode 1

The only other time that I told a lie was when one of my father told me to tell the visitors that he was not around. And even when I told him that I could not tell a lie, he smacked me on the head and told me that, it was a white lie because the visitors were bad people who would disturb him and he needed his rest.

So I grew with the concept that lies were divided into two. There was the white lie and the black lie. The only other time I told a white lie was when my mother caught me rubbing auntie Ejiro's lipstick on my black lips and that was because my friend Bose from senior secondary school, told me that I wouldn't look beautiful without it. And I didn't want to be called a plain girl like they called girls who had no big breasts or big buttocks. All I had to show was my slender body and my intelligence. Asides from that, I had nothing more.

Once I persuaded my mother to get me a foam bra because I needed to feel among. All my friends had perky breasts but I had a very flat chest which was not encouraging because no boy would want to speak to me, unlike my other friends. But I became grateful when my father who was a medical doctor, got me a Nokia phone for my 16th years birthday.

My mother had complained terribly about it but my father had told her to let me be because I was going to the university soon and I would need a big phone. Officially, I joined the big girls club, and going to church with my pious parents, became less boring for me.

My friend Bose, helped me to open a Facebook account and changed my name to prettykween instead of my birth name, Paulina. She then advised me to take nice pictures when I go to church on Sunday.

I did. I finally took some nice pictures when I dressed in my last Christmas cloth. A short blue dress and I had my hair styled by auntie Ejiro my mother's younger sister who was staying with us until she gets a job.

It was that same day, that I posted my picture on Facebook, that I got a message in my inbox. It said;

'Hello, beauty? My heart stopped beating when I saw your picture. You are beautiful can we be friends?'

I giggled and stared at his profile. His name was Tayo, and he was a university student but I wasn't sure of his level yet. I screamed for joy almost immediately when I saw his picture. He was a tall handsome boy and I knew instantly that I loved him because Bose told me that if my stomach somersaults, that means that, the live butterflies were working.

I was in love!

©Temi Akintade

To be continued ✍️✍️✍️.

CHAPTER TWO LOADING...

15/10/2025

NOT TOO LATE TO START AGAIN

Episode 4

Greater Storm

The office buzzed with chatter the morning Deborah walked in, heels clicking confidently against the marble floor. A wide smile stretched across her face as the CEO announced her as the new Director of Operations.

“Congratulations, Ms. Deborah!”
“We knew you’d get it eventually!”
“Finally, justice!”

Her colleagues gathered around, showering her with handshakes and applause. She soaked it in like sweet wine, though inside she knew this was not justice — it was her trap working perfectly.

Later that day, in the privacy of her office, two of her closest friends leaned across her desk.

“Deborah, you can’t stop here,” one whispered. “If you really want to finish him, make sure he is arrested. That way, he can never rise again.”

Deborah smirked. “Haba, Dora! You're wicked! (She paused a little) But I have no evidence.”

Her second friend slid a phone across the table. “Leave that to technology. Look, AI can generate anything. Fake chats, fake emails. Here…” She tapped rapidly on the screen, showing Deborah explicit text messages appearing as though sent from Paul’s number.

Deborah’s eyes gleamed. “Perfect. It will look like he’s been harassing me for months.”

Within an hour, the fabricated messages were complete: lines of immoral suggestions, veiled threats, and claims that Paul had long intended to violate her. Deborah forwarded them to her lawyer, her heart pounding with satisfaction.

"Now, there is no escape for him"

The next day, she returned to her office, a glass of champagne in hand, and opened her phone. Notifications pinged one after the other. It was her lawyer confirming that the forged texts had been compiled into a legal document, ready to crush Paul in court. She scrolled through the fabricated chat history with satisfaction.

"Now let’s see how your church will save you, Mr. Perfect."

By midweek, the rumors had spread beyond the office into the streets. At the bus stop, market women discussed Paul’s disgrace as though it were common news.

“I heard he sent dirty messages to that woman for months.”
“They said he even threatened her!”
“Imagine… after preaching to our children to be pure.”

At church, the whispers were even louder. The same youths Paul once mentored now looked at him with suspicion. Some avoided him entirely. Others whispered as he passed.

Patience found herself at the center of it all. Women she considered friends cornered her after choir practice.

“Patience, you have to be careful,” one said, lowering her voice dramatically. “If he could do this before marriage, what will happen afterward?”

Another sighed. “I always suspected he was too… perfect. Nobody is that good.”

Patience forced a smile, but inside, her chest tightened with dread. "Could they be right?" she wondered, though she hated herself for even thinking it.

At home, her parents pressed her harder.

“Daughter,” her father who was a retired SAN (Senior Advocate of Nigeria) said, folding his arms, “the evidence is overwhelming. Screenshots don’t lie. Think carefully before you tie your future to a man with such a stain. I will not be a father-in-law to a ra**st! Imagine how he will be when he marries you! God forbid!”

Her mother added gently, “We love Paul, but love cannot erase shame. Do you want to raise children in scandal?”

Patience lay awake that night, torn between her heart and the voices around her. She remembered Paul’s sincerity, his prayers, his promises. But she also heard the mocking laughter of the world, the doubts whispered into her ears.

*********
For Paul, every day became a prison of the mind. He wandered the streets aimlessly, his briefcase still tucked under his arm as if clinging to the remnants of his old life.

"Lord, You know I am innocent. Why won’t You defend me? Why is everyone believing the lie?"

He replayed Deborah’s scream in his head over and over. Her voice, filled with fake terror, haunted him like a curse. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his mother’s worried face, Patience’s trembling voice, and the accusing stares of his church.

One evening, he forced himself to pray in the small corner of his room.

“Father, You are my refuge… my defender…” His voice cracked. “But why do You seem so far away?”

Tears streamed down his face as silence filled the room.

************
The elders’ meeting ended with a heavy verdict: excommunication. On Sunday, the announcement was made. Paul stood before the congregation, his body stiff, his face pale. Pastor Emmanuel’s voice shook as he read the resolution:

“Our Church has zero tolerance for sin and any form of hypocrisy. I have stood here and encouraged you all to emulate the life of this man standing here, but just like everyone, I am human. I cannot see beyond my nose except God tells me. The elders of the church has met and deliberated seriously over the current news circulating everywhere, even on the internet. The name of our church has been dragged to the mud. I, personally have been mocked, ridiculed and scorned by many of my fellow pastors outside who know what I represent and stand for (He cleared his voice and looked at Paul who stood with his head bowed). Mr. Paul, until you repent and clear yourself before the law, you are no longer recognized as a member of this assembly. May God have mercy on you.”

The congregation erupted in murmurs. Some gasped. Others clapped as though justice had been served.

Paul turned slowly and walked down the aisle. Every pair of eyes followed him. He heard the whispers:

“Hypocrite.”
“Shame.”
“Better he leaves before he corrupts the youths.”

Each word cut into him like a blade. His vision blurred as he reached the church doors.

Outside, Patience caught up with him, her face pale and streaked with tears.

“Paul…” she whispered. “Please tell me one more time. Is it true?”

Paul turned, his eyes hollow. “Patience, I swear by everything holy, I am innocent. I did not touch her. I did not send those messages. Please believe me.”

Patience bit her lip until it bled. She wanted to believe. She wanted to throw her arms around him and defy the world. But the noise in her head was louder than his plea.

“I… I don’t know anymore,” she sobbed, backing away. “I need to think.”

Paul’s heart shattered. He watched as the woman he loved walked away, leaving him alone in the churchyard.

He barely had time to catch his breath when two police officers approached, their uniforms sharp, their faces hard.

“Mr. Paul?” one asked.
“Yes?” His voice cracked.
“You’re under arrest for r**e and harassment. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in court.”

Before he could protest, the cold steel of handcuffs snapped around his wrists. Gasps rose from the crowd of church members who had followed him outside.

“There, you see? Guilty!” someone shouted.
“God has exposed him!” another added.

Paul’s legs trembled as the officers shoved him toward the police van. He turned one last time, eyes searching for Patience, for his pastor, for anyone who still believed in him. But all he saw were faces of judgment.

As the door slammed shut, Paul whispered to himself, “Lord… have You abandoned me?”

The storm had dragged him under completely.

To be continued...

© Ebosa Monday O.

09/10/2025

PROPHET VINCENZO

EPISODE 20

•••

I banged on the door, becoming increasingly impatient waiting for Vita to open the door.

She quietly opened the door to her room, she surveyed my bare legs with twinkling eyes, then narrowed her brow, confused.

“Why are you crying?”

If only she knew what had happened she wouldn't have been calm

She stepped aside and let me into her room. Hadassah was there in her room, sitting on Vita's bed. She was making a phone call, laughing so hard

“Vita, there was a plane crash. That airplane crashed and killed 3 people. I'm scared maybe it's Vinnie's plane.”

She stared at me, wondered whether I was telling the truth.

“How do you know?”

“The news showed a horrific crash.”..

I paused when I sensed Hadassah's irritation, her gaze hardened and her brows lifted

I looked at her face, finding confusion in her knitted brow .

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Hadassah asked

“Vinnie's private jet has crashed...”

“What emotions are coming up for you lately? I'm sure that is either you're unaware of your own mental health condition or that you can't perceive your condition accurately.” Her voice hissed at me with all the venom of a reptile enraged.

“It would be nice to have someone who really understand me, and that's Vinnie...”

“Take!” Hadassah said sharply, she looked down at me and stretched out her hand to me. I quickly took the phone from her hand and Vinnie's smiling face lit up the central screen of the phone

At that instant, I felt like crawling into a hole and never come out. I was ashamed of what I'd just told Vita.

“Do you miss me this much?” He asked the question amid an unrestrained chuckle.

“How will I say I miss him without sounding desperate.” I thought, glacing at the girls and turned my gaze back to Vinnie.

I was afraid of talking, feeling uncomfortable having a conversation with him in Hadassah's presence

“Sir, call me on my phone, please”

“Okay.. .. ” He hung up the phone

“Give me back my phone!” Hadassah said, It was not a harsh voice but clear and strong.

I did as I was told and ran out of Vita's room. I returned to my room to the sound of my cell phone ringing.

Then I smiled sheepishly as I picked up the call. I looked slightly embarrassed because I felt foolish

“You missed me to such an extent that you dreamed about me.” A smile tugged at his lips as he raked his fingers through his hair.

I buried my face in my hands, I could feel myself blushing.

“I don't know what to do without you.” I glanced shyly at him and then lowered my eyes.

“But you know how to pray without me. Thanks for praying for me!”

“Ho.. h..o..w did you know?” Who could fail to be amazed of a Being who was so full of vitality, and seemed to have been so much of a mystery man

“The Great Revealer.” He replied and then said to me

“The best way to get around this is to take baby steps. Try doing small things by yourself and slowly work on overcoming your fear of doing things by yourself. Remind yourself that you’re fully capable of doing things on your own. You will still miss me, but for all the right reasons. Okay?”

“Okay.. I'm glad you're safe.”

“Why are you so scared? When you pray, you must believe and not doubt at all. Whoever doubts is like a wave in the sea that is driven and blown about by the wind. ... With God I have superpower to walk away unscathed from any plane crash if at all it happens.”

“I need this kind of confidence like i need the air to breathe.” I muttered under my breath and asked

“Why do I have such bad dreams? What could it mean?”

“Airplanes in dreams usually mean that you’re heading towards success but if something went wrong in your dreams then you may be starting to drift away from the right path.

“But Vinnie I was able to view the victims of the plane accident.”

“Dreaming about a plane crash involving your loved ones symbolises your fear of losing them. You think I'm the most important person in your life, and you’re afraid you’ll lose me at any time. I may be the victim, but it does not guarantee that I will be involved in a plane crash in real life.”

“Uhmm.. But honestly, it's just a bad coincidence, waking up to that unpleasant news on the TV.”

Instead of speaking, he began to laugh at me

I felt that a period of one week was too long and I suddenly burst into tears

“Please don't cry, Miss, or I'll end this phone conversation”

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my face and gave him a weak smile...

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:©Mhizlove_writes

TBC...

09/10/2025

NOT TOO LATE TO START AGAIN

Episode 3:

The Storm
That evening, Paul shared his concerns with Patience as they walked home from midweek service.

“Patience, there’s something happening at my office,” he began, his voice low. “Deborah, one of my colleagues in the office has been behaving strangely. Trying to trap me.”

Patience laughed softly, slipping her hand into his. “Oh, Paul, you’re too serious. Who would believe anything against you? You’re a man of integrity. Everyone knows that.”

Paul forced a smile but his heart was uneasy. Later that night, his phone rang. It was his mother.

“Paul,” her voice trembled, “I had a dream. I saw you in the middle of a terrible storm, crying for help. My son, please, be careful.”

Paul sighed, rubbing his forehead. “It’s just a dream, Mom. Don’t trouble yourself. Everything is fine.”

Still, the heaviness in his spirit refused to lift.

Despite this, his courtship with Patience flourished. Their days were filled with long prayers, deep discussions about their future, and whispered promises of love. They spoke of raising children who would love God, building a home filled with joy, and never allowing anything to come between them.

Yet even in those sweet moments, Paul’s mind often wandered back to the office. Finally, he confided in his two closest friends, Victor and Ademola.

“Brothers,” he said one Saturday over lunch, “something is wrong at work. One of my female colleagues keeps trying to entangle me. I sense danger.”

Victor leaned forward, frowning. “Paul, don’t take this lightly. Avoid her at all costs. Don’t ever be alone with her.”

Ademola nodded firmly. “The devil works in schemes, not open battles. Be watchful, my friend. Very watchful.”

Paul nodded, though he still underestimated the gravity of the war he was in.

The opportunity came on a Tuesday afternoon. Most of the staff had left for a company training, but Paul stayed behind to finalize an urgent report. Deborah lingered in the building, waiting.

She slipped quietly into his office. “Paul, darling” she said softly, “I need your help with a work document.”

Paul looked up, a little uneasy. “Deborah, everyone else has gone. Can’t this wait till tomorrow?”

“It’s urgent,” she insisted, stepping closer. Before Paul could protest further, she suddenly screamed, her voice piercing the empty hallway.

“Help! Somebody help me! Paul, let me go!”

Shocked, Paul froze. He hadn’t touched her, yet her cries echoed through the corridors. A security guard rushed in, then another staff member who had forgotten his laptop. They found Deborah on the floor, her blouse slightly torn, deliberately ripped by her own hand. Tears streamed down her face as she pointed at Paul.

“He… he r**ed me!” she cried.

Paul’s mouth went dry. “What? That’s not true! I didn’t touch her!”

But the damage was done. The security guard looked at him with suspicion, while Deborah sobbed uncontrollably, clutching her clothes.

The guards looked at Paul again with disgust. His mouth went dry. “This is a lie!” he stammered. “I didn’t touch her!”

But the seed of suspicion had been planted. By the next morning, the entire company buzzed with gossip.

“Mr. Paul?” one whispered. “So it’s true what they say about men in church. They are hypocrites!”

“I always suspected his holiness was an act,” another muttered.

Paul walked through the corridors, every pair of eyes on him. His stomach knotted. "How could this be happening?"

That afternoon, he was summoned to the CEO’s office. Mr. Johnson sat stiffly, his hands clasped on the desk.

“Mr. Paul,” he said coldly, “our company has zero tolerance for misconduct. Deborah has been with us for over ten years. Her record speaks for itself. Effective immediately, you are dismissed.”

“Sir, please,” Paul pleaded, his voice cracking, “at least hear my side of the story. I didn’t do this!”

Mr. Johnson raised a hand. “Enough. There is nothing more to discuss. Security will es**rt you to HR to hand in your keys.”

Paul left Mr. Johnson’s office numb, as if the world had shifted beneath his feet. The corridors that once echoed with greetings and laughter now seemed like tunnels of shame. Every whisper, every side-glance felt like daggers in his skin.

"This can’t be real… Lord, this can’t be happening" he thought, clutching the brown envelope that contained his dismissal letter.

“Mr. Paul,” a colleague muttered as he passed by, “I never thought you were that kind of man.”

Another whispered loudly enough for him to hear: “Ten years of reputation destroyed by one mistake.”

Paul turned, his voice breaking. “It wasn’t me. I swear it wasn’t me.”

But no one believed him. Even those who once respected him avoided his eyes. The shame was too heavy for them to bear.

When he handed his office keys to HR, the secretary, who once admired him couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said quietly. “But orders are orders.”

"How did I end up here? How could a lie destroy me so quickly?"

He thought of Patience, of her smile and her unshaken faith in him. He thought of his mother, fragile yet so proud of his success. He thought of his church, where he had poured out his life.

The weight pressed down on his chest until he could barely breathe. For the first time in years, Paul felt utterly alone.

As he walked out of the building, whispers followed him like shadows. The man once celebrated as a rising star now bore the mark of disgrace.

Inside him, disbelief turned to silent anguish. "Lord… why?"

The storm had finally broken.

To be continued...✍️✍️✍️✍️

© Ebosa Monday O.

08/10/2025

GOD CAN USE YOUR BROKEN PIECES.

What you see as broken, God sees as building material. He’s not afraid of your cracks, your wounds, or your regrets. In fact, the places you try to hide are often the very places He wants to heal and use.

Don’t disqualify yourself because of what you’ve lost or messed up. God is the Master Potter—not just of perfect clay, but of shattered vessels. He doesn’t just fix you, He redefines you. The scars become stories, and the wounds become wells of wisdom.

He doesn’t need your perfection—He desires your surrender. Bring Him the pieces. Lay them bare. Let grace do what strength couldn’t. In His hands, nothing is wasted—not even your pain.

07/10/2025

PROPHET VINCENZO

EPISODE 19

••• ORE OFE POV •••

°°°

I was standing in a foyer of the house, Vinnie's driver put his suitcase in the trunk of the car and I watched silently as he came out of the house after he'd bid his family goodbye.

Samuel and Casper were seated next to each other in the back seat of Vinnie's car. I knew their names because Hadassah and Vita had greeted them earlier.

I wished to go with him but he said he was only permitted to go with men.

He took a step toward me and spoke softly to me

“If you need anything, talk to Dr. Jewel or one of the girls. Take good care of yourself and for God's sake - be careful!”

He wrapped his hands around me and gave me a hug.

I was very emotional though I couldn't speak to him. He patted me on the back and my eyes grew misty when he entered the car and the driver drove off.

I rushed into my room, closed the door and began to cry like someone grieving the death of a family member or friend.

I don't know if anyone has ever experience that before. Being away from him was nerve-wracking. I felt sad when he left.

As surprising as it may seem, I'd grown very fond of him and now I was finding him intensely desirable. I became so attached to him within a few days that I started to miss him uncontrollably when he travelled.

It hurts to be away from him because I felt like he took my sense of self with him. With him not around to give me advice or do things with me, I felt a little unsure about everything, which made me feel anxious and sad.

I'd heard the term ‘heartache’ but I didn't know that this kind of feeling could literally made my heart and body ache

I desperately missed him that I found it hard to focus on myself and anything around me, and I ended up just thinking about him all the time.

I finally tried to composed myself, I knelt down beside the bed and prayed for him

“Almighty God, I come before you praying. King of the universe, I'm on my knees regarding your son, Prophet Vincenzo, I pray that you give him the grace to continue serving you in truth and spirit. Let your Holy Spirit guide him in any decision making

Prophet Vincenzo Nayel, May you be anointed with fresh oil today as you walk in the Holy Spirit and power. I pray that greater works would flow from your ministry, as you serve the Lord with gladness

God will Pour out more anointing on you! Pour out His tangible grace, strength, and power on you!

Lord, anoint his tongue with fire and power to proclaim your holy name among the people until you make all flesh obedient to you in Christ

When a man is anointed by God, he begins to do amazing things that ordinary him would not have been able to do.

Without the anointing, we are just our usual selves, and will do our normal ordinary things. But with the anointing, we can do extraordinary things.

The Bible tells us that Jesus went about doing good and healing people after he was anointed.

“How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him.”–Acts 10:38

Anointing is simply God’s endorsement showing that you are with him and that you have sent him.

As an anointed vessel of God, he need fresh anointing to stay relevant. Lord, by your mighty power, subdue the enemy of Your anointing upon his life in the name of Jesus.

Jesus, baptize him with your power and glory. Let your anointing in him never run dry. He's a carrier of God’s anointing. No evil hand shall be able to touch or harm him in the name of Jesus.

Oh Lord my God. Preserve him by your grace and mercy. With your outstretched hands, protect him and his family in Jesus name!

Let everyone waiting to see his downfall be disappointed in the mighty name of Jesus. Give him the power to do good, to heal the sick and to deliver the oppressed in the name of Jesus. Thank You, glorious God, for answering my prayers in Jesus mighty name. Amen!”

I prayed fervently for him for nearly two hours.

By the time I finished praying, I was yawning because I felt sleepy.

I turned the TV on and climbed into bed, snuggled down under the warm duvet.

“Walking my pet around a local woodland, we are both having fun, playing, fetch the stick when we reach a clearing. Looking up, I smile as I see the sun has come out. The powder blue sky is crisscrossed with white fluffy vapour trails stretching away towards the horizon.

But as I throw the stick again, a loud bang up above causes me to peer at the sky. I instantly spot a small propeller-engine airplane with smoke billowing behind it dropping lower and lower out of the blue–and it’s heading straight at me!

Spinning around and running for my life back into the woods, the sound of the engine gets closer and louder. But just as the plane is about to crash down I see myself shouting Vinnie!!!”

My eyes opened and I woke up with fear. It was just a dream. But what could it all mean?

The dream of seeing a plane crash was something that caused my heartbeat to accelerate. I have a real-life that when a plane crashes, it is a big disaster. Many people eventually die in accidents like this

I was extremely disoriented, staring at the TV screen with my eyes wide open when I heard

“Plane Crash Latest News. Police have confirmed a plane crashed and killed three people near the 3M Plant ...”

I didn't bother to listen to the rest of the news, I flung away the duvet and jumped out of bed.

Tears streamed down my cheeks now as I gasped and blindly rushed out of my room, not knowing where I would go, I ran to Vita's room....

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