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IDENTIFY FAKE “PASTORS” AND SAVE YOUR MONEY – Angel Gold

She walked into the church with all she had on her. Her only son who aforetime was her only source of livelihood through the sales he made from hawking plantain chips had been knocked down by a fast moving tipper and was still on admission in the hospital. Mrs. Agada, a widow in her early sixties managed to find a seat in the church auditorium  as she watched the energetic pastor preach and prophesy. He was a young man not over thirty three years old. His glittery suit and the chains and other accessories he had on helped accentuate his good looks the more.
Mrs. Agada moved her gaze from the “man of God” and opened her purse to count the money she had therein. It was just N1, 580. She needed to transport herself with N300 to the hospital. She would buy food for her son with N300 and drugs as would be prescribed. She would have to repeat the same routine the next day until this money gets finished. She had no other cash on her. This would be what she would rely on until death calls on her and her son, except of course, a miracle happens.

As she stared into her purse, she heard the pastor scream :”God  has sent me to you to deliver you. Just as a prophet was sent to the widow of Zarephat, I have been sent to you. Elijah asked for all the widow had in the house. Today, I want to you to come out with everything you have right now and God will surprise you like he surprised the widow of Zarephat, the oil of multiplication is here right now”
In groups of twos and threes, people trooped out to drop all they had at the prophet’s feet as he anointed them.
Mrs. Agada fought hard to control the tears that were about to come down her old eyes.
“it’s not easy but you have to bring it, that is where you liberation lies, it could be all you ever have, bring it now for multiplication”.
With this, Mrs. Agada ran out and poured out the N1580 in her purse. Before the prophet as he anointed him. She walked back to her sit fighting back to hold her tears as she couldn’t take the image of her suffering son in the hospital off her head.
The issue of pastors collecting money from poor people in the guise of blessing them has increased with time only with more tact. In the story of the widow of Zarephat in I Kings 7, God sent Elijah to the widow and her son, and upon collecting ALL that the widow and her son had, God, through Prophet Elijah multiplied the widow’s resources INSTANTLY.
Certain sacrifices (sometimes) require a proportionate level of return. Prophet Elijah couldn’t have left the woman for the whole day until there was a blessing – until God multiplied the barrel of meal and cruse of oil.
Nowadays in churches, these “Pastors” want to get rich by all means possible and they do this to the detriment of unsuspecting Christians. There are messages that such pastors will never preach. What about the miracle of feeding 5,000 people, or that of feeding 3, 000? All that matters is how they want to get money into their own pockets.
Should you come across these people who want to get your money by all means, please, WALK AWAY FROM THEM, IF YOU CAN’T WALK AWAY, RUN AWAY!
When Elijah received the last meal from the poor widow, he did not walk away leaving a promise of a blessing, he decreed, and so was it. This does not give other pastors the license to go and request for people’s last meals. This theory will only impoverish and kill than will help Christendom. Dear Christians, learn to differentiate hungry pastors from the real ones. A pastor should not just EAT your “last meal” and walk away saying nothing. Your faith may bail you out eventually but that does not make it right.
Elijah spoke the word of God, in fact, the mind of God, he proclaimed what God wanted to bring to pass in the life of the widow of Zarephat. Most of these new age fake prophets and pastors do not preach anything that will not make people release their money. The greatest gift anyone can give to God is their life. Life first,  not money. Giving money is good, but it has to be a freewill donation. It shouldn’t be out of coercion or as a result of a fearful threat.
I know of a “pastor” who instructed that everybody should submit their money in a particular service, and that they shouldn’t go out with any amount more than their transport fare. This is bizarre. What do you want to do with the money, dear fake pastor? Who asked you to check into the pockets of the people. These people are fake. They are after their stomachs alone. That is all they want. They consult magicians who aid them in performing some adulterated magic. Ministry is not meant for lazy people. It is meant for people who are ready to work hard spiritually and physically – not for people who want to earn other people’s money by tricks. These are the set of people who show their abilities by organizing programmes wherein they perform their magic. Well, if they are so well anointed, they could visit mortuaries, hospitals, orphanage homes, they should attempt the miracle of feeding a multitude with little, they should practice what they do – be givers too. If these prophets see this much, they should show us where the insurgents lie. We have a nation filled with so many “seeing” pastors and prophets yet all they wanna see is money. This is erroneous!
Identify fake prophets and save your money. There are people like Mrs. Agada identified above who have only become worse because they cannot differentiate the fake from the real. 

FAKE WOMEN, YOUR WOMAN MAY BE ONE! – Angel Gold

If you are a man who has been married for a period of ten to twenty years now, please count yourself VERY lucky to have escaped this generation of despicable feminine falsehood
Beauty has gone beyond being skin deep in our generation; now, it is market-deep because the depth you can go in the cosmetic market determines how much “beauty” you can get. Drop the philosophy of “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” because no matter how beautiful a woman may be, she becomes ugly if she is deceitful.
Finding a woman in this generation has become very difficult because our women are “loaded” with baggage that is not theirs. Therefore, in your quest for finding a woman, what you get is a creature made out of another creature. If it is this difficult to find a woman, how difficult will it be to find a wife?
The wickedness of women has only grown worse with time and those who have refused to be wicked are ignored and deemed to be lowly. The well-bred humble woman who won’t want to attach too much to herself to portray another non-existent version of herself is seen by all as unappealing while the large chunk of deceivers will stop at nothing to get the attention of men who MAY only discover their trick after months or even years of co-habitation.
Aforetime, pimples, acnes and other spots were treated and sometimes would take days to disappear from the faces of women, nowadays, it’s only a matter of seconds. A woman can easily conceal sunburn, acne, pimples and other unpleasant spots on her face and one would have to dig deep into her face to find this. Layers of substances are applied on the face and like the work of a potter, you find a finely carved clayey “beautiful” woman before you.  That is not all. Women who were endowed with mammary glands as large as chicken eggs have found solace in padded bras. This “uplifts” their bosoms immediately and big “busts” are as close to them as the clothes they put on. The worst, to me, is that of the padded shorts. I am still looking for the brain that innovated that. A woman with a flat “bum suddenly becomes “nickiminajious”. All she needs in order to look “sexy” is to put on her well carpentered shorts.
This is not the end of this. Prior to this period, I would stop at nothing to reply anyone who says women are callous but not anymore. How a woman becomes daring enough to fix FAKE EYES right on top of her real eyes amazes me. I heard it is called “contact lens”. I guess it makes them see the past, present and the future.
That is not all, I stumbled upon a mouth-gaping advert on the internet and this was called “butt lifter”. A kind of shorts a woman can wear under her clothes that would raise her bums. How far will women not go? Women have slowly graduated from the application of foundations, pan cakes, lip sticks, fake eye lashes, tattooed eyebrows, fake nails, fake bums to the use of butt lifter. I shouldn’t forget to mention the waist trainer too. Well, this goes to say that if this uneasy culture is imbibed by all women, our world will be free of shapeless and spotty-faced women. All we’ll have are true representations of Mother Eve around us.
I know a lady whose dentition was so very tight. Amazingly, I saw her another day with a gap in between her former tight tooth and she just won’t stop smiling. As women find this trend wonderful and enjoyable to them, men are at the receiving ends and this breaks my heart. In the days of my parents and grandparents, I guess falling in love was quite easy and real because it was easy to find and fall in love with real people. You could wake up very early in the morning, visit your lover and/or would-be spouse, go to the stream to fetch water together, see her REAL FACE and REAL SHAPE, admire her, play hide and seek with her, without marring her mascara, eye lashes or eye brow, you could hug your wife without being hugged by a padded bra, you could give your woman a peck without marring the coloration of her pancake, you could kiss her without destroying your clothes with the stains of lipstick, you could touch her eyes and eyelids without wiping away her eye shadow, you could lift up your woman and no “extra material” would come down before or with her. 
Take me back to those days, those days when women were real, when love was real, the days when love was original, those days when men could loosen women’s hair and not be scared of what they will see underneath the hair; those days when women were beautiful without Brazilian hair and still pretty without the application of movate cream. I long for those days when eyebrows grew freely, women looked angelic. I can reset my computer to an earlier date but I can’t reset Africa to an earlier date. If I could, I would reset Nigeria to 1800, so that I and my children will know real love. Let’s travel back to those days when you would touch a woman and know that you are touching her real skin and not layers of foundation. I long to see those days when nature was appreciated and artificial fixtures were alien to us; those days when women slept and woke up the same way they slept without any difference in their looks.
As a result of the foregoing, every lady out there is a “suspect”, she is either worse, better than, or as good as she appears. Any ways, men will have to be smarter. Should you meet the creature you think you may want to spend the rest of your life with, please interview her, we need more than intellectual interview, in this case, interview her with soap and water, scrub and mop her face, dry with towel, loosen every attachment on her hair, strip her of her clothes, just ensure you are checking that “product” you want to buy, and if she remains the same, please go and ask for her bride price before another person pays because such women are going into extinction in our generation. Or, what do you think?

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