MAine_girl 🎀

Dear Lord, it's morning again, and we still haven't gotten answers to our silent prayers. I know you're here with me cos I feel your presence always. I'm beginning to panic and sincerely pray that you would shower your unending blessings upon my household🤲. Amin.

@Naa_Naad6 Amin oo

@Alexsamaine Aameen, may God answer all our prayers

Dear Lord, it's morning again, and we still haven't gotten answers to our silent prayers. I know you're here with me cos I feel your presence always. I'm beginning to panic and sincerely pray that you would shower your unending blessings upon my household🤲. Amin.

@MoshoodMar3310 Amin

@Alexsamaine May God answer our silent prayers

@AniJoy85131 Amen, good morning ma

@Alexsamaine He will bless us and protect us always. Good morning dear.

@raliat68211 Amin Yah Robbi 🤲

@Alexsamaine Amin may Allah accept our secret prayer

@_naturenurse Amen oo 🙏

@Alexsamaine Don't panic sis,God will answer all our open and secret prayers 🙏

@Comfort40875500 Good morning

@Alexsamaine Amen. Good morning dear

@Emily46645 Thank you 😊

@Alexsamaine May God answer your prayers my love

@EEBN1234 Amen and you too

@Alexsamaine Amen 🙏 May the Blessings of God overwhelm you today

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@maria_omon25649 I'm not giving up. Good morning

I was 34 years old, jobless, broke, and living in my married younger sister’s BQ. One morning, I woke up and found the door to my room locked from the outside. Yes, someone had locked me inside. I thought it was a mistake. I banged on the door. I called her number. No answer. I texted her husband. Delivered. No reply. Two hours later, a knock. It was my sister. She didn’t open the door. She just whispered through the wood. “Broda, please manage inside today. My in-laws are around. They are big people. I no wan make dem ask who you be or why you never marry at your age.” Then silence. My heart tore into tiny, sharp pieces. I had no bed. Just a mat on the floor. The fan was dead. The heat in that small room started to cook my skin. I spent the whole day sweating, hungry, ashamed, and forgotten. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break the door. But I sat down on that mat and wept. Not because they locked me in. But because I realized that even poverty has a smell, and I had started to carry it. Let me tell you how I got here. I once worked in a bank. I had a car. I lived in an estate. I wasn't a billionaire, but I had dignity. Until I trusted the wrong friend. He convinced me to take a loan of ₦4 million for a "sure" oil and gas business. I signed the papers. He disappeared with the money. The bank suspended me. Then they fired me. Then they blacklisted me. Just like that, my phone stopped ringing. People who used to call me "Boss" suddenly couldn't remember my birthday. When my rent expired, I begged everyone. My best friend told me, “You for marry na. At least your wife go fit support you.” I laughed like it was funny. But when I dropped the call, I cried until my eyes turned red. That’s how I moved into my sister’s BQ. At first, they were nice. Then they stopped being nice. They started locking the fridge. They stopped greeting me in the morning. They told their children not to sit on my lap because my clothes were "dusty." They said I was “too spiritual” because I prayed aloud at night. I apologized and started whispering my prayers. But they still treated me like a ghost. By 4:00 PM, my tummy was making sounds like a beaten drum. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I stood by the window, watching freedom through the rusty burglar bars. And I did something I hadn’t done in months. I prayed. But not the kind of prayer you say when you want a miracle. This was the kind of prayer you say when you are finished, empty, and ready to die. I said, “God, I don’t even know if You still see me. But if You do… I am tired.” No shouting. No "falling under the anointing." Just hot tears on a cold floor. I eventually slept off on that mat. Around 6:30 PM, my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t know. I almost didn’t pick. But a voice in my head said, “Answer it.” “Hello, is this Mr. Emmanuel?” the woman asked. I said yes. She started screaming on the phone. “Thank You, Jesus! I’ve been searching for you for five years!” I sat up. She said, “My name is Mrs. Ifeoma. You used to work at the branch in Victoria Island, right?” I said yes. She began to sob. “Twelve years ago, I came to your desk. I was a widow. I had no collateral, but my children were out of school. You used your own money to help me start my small poultry. Today, I own three of the biggest farms in the South-East.” I couldn't breathe. She said, “I don’t know where you are or what you are doing, but God told me I won't sleep until I find the man who saved my life when I was nothing.” She paused. “Please, text me your account number. I want to send you a small token for transport so you can come and see me tomorrow.” I sent it with shaking hands. Five minutes later, my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. I rubbed my eyes. I looked again. My sister’s husband had locked the door, but God had just opened a portal. The alert was ₦10,000,000. I fell on my knees and let out a scream that shook the whole house.

@Comfort40875500 I'm glad I came across your tweet this morning. Thank you for this wonderful story ❤️

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