Luke E. Iyaak

#Peter_Obi_2023 Who's In?..

@CaptainArinze It's cheaper to build one now than in 10yrs time..

Amongst everything Abia needs, Abia doesn't need an airport at the moment.

"My vote won't change the country. Says 40 million people who stayed home."

@Dr_Afo Writing all these and not recommending solutions doesn't make you less Nigerian..

This right here is the problem of Nigerians. We adapt to anything at blistering speeds. Gas is expensive, ditch it and start using charcoal. Sachet water is expensive, ditch it and start drinking well. They are kidnapping in the rural areas, ditch it and move to urban arrears. Fuel is too expensive, pack car at home and take public transport. Foreign rice is too expensive, ditch it and buy cheap local and stony ones instead. They kidnap and kill one child, hold the remaining ones tight and keep praying. We don't have a limit to our ability to suffer. We are the most useless and gullible citizens on the planet.

I'll also say this as someone who grew up on the nice side of the barbed wire fences and high gates in the very nice part of town where the Nigerian 0.1% live - learn to touch grass and worry about yourself because rich people really do not care about you. Like, at all. The Nigerian rich don't even like each other. They barely tolerate one another and make practical alliances to preserve wealth and influence. And now that the economy is too small to support all the children of the Nigerian 0.1%, nearly everyone I grew up with in the nice, leafy part of town now lives in Toronto or London or wherever. You, Mr N250k/month Union Bank contract staff are not part of rich people's thinking at all. At. All. The rich have no plans for you. They have no plans to create opportunities for you. They have no plans to fix the things they broke on their way to building that N1bn townhouse in Parkview Estate. They have no plans to contribute towards making society better. If Satan came from Hell with a tail and horns growing out of his head and he ran for political office, the rich would all go make deals with him - because in the world of the rich, the only thing that matters is their own interests, and making sure that they never, EVER have to live like you or next to you. So all this simping and vicarious fawning over wealth and fame that you people do everyday is the most redundant thing in the world - the rich have no intention of expanding their circle to let you in, and they have no intention of enabling the conditions for you to create your own independent circle of wealth. The only thing the rich need from you is to be poor and obedient, so that your labour can be cheap, plentiful and replaceable. Statistically as a Nigerian, you will NEVER be rich or close to it. You will NEVER live in Maitama. 99.99% of Nigerians who have existed since 1960 have prayed and fantasised about becoming rich, and 99.99% of those prayers and fantasies never came true. That's just math. You will never be a rich and famous celebrity. You will never be a successful content creator. You will never make millions shilling crypto, trading Forex, sports betting, or whatever the fuck is the latest quick wealth fantasy in town. It's just not going to happen. That being the case, a much more constructive use of your time would be to fight for the material elevation of what you actually have, where you actually have it. Instead of daydreaming about the N300m house in Lekki that 3 generations of your family cannot buy, get involved in a local effort to give your own immediate neighbourhood a facelift, or a political campaign to pressure the state to build high quality social housing. If you hate being harassed without consequence online, instead of vicariously enjoying how a celebrity has used their wealth and influence to jail someone for making a horrid tweet, fight for a judiciary and legal system that is transparent and accessible to all, so that a singer living in the UK on a global talent visa doesn't get to have more access to your Nigerian justice system than you who lives in Nigeria 24/7. Instead of building your mental architecture around the false idea of being a "temporarily embarrassed millionaire" who will someday take your rightful place on Banana Island, touch grass tonight and accept that it will never happen, and what you need to do instead is fight for where you are to become a better, more liveable place that you no longer wish to escape from. Stop cosplaying as rich folk. Stop cooing and fawning over rich folk. Stop daydreaming about someday "blowing up" and buying a house next to Burna Boy. Rich people have no intention of sharing their world with you. Free yourself from the tyranny of living vicariously through people who don't care that you exist. Them no really send any part of your papa at all.

Fellow Nigerians, good morning. I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you. Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances. We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal. More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism. We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power. Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise. Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them. However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building. Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated. And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions. There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline? Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from. Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all. A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO

There's nothing physical God gives that the devil cannot, Our spiritual inheritance (sonship) in Christ is the advantage we have as Christians, something the devil doesn't and is ready to give anything to deprive man from having. Protect what you have!..

@RurlMissionry @SpiricocoNg The Lord will continue to keep you safe in Jesus' name..

An imam put a bounty out on a pastor for N1Mn . He has now increased it to N2mn and that Imam hasn’t been arrested or warned . The power structures in the North didn’t warn him. The DSS haven’t called him in for questioning . If that pastor is beheaded that is murder according to the Law but if the imam is tried in sharia court he may go free because he can claim he was responding to blasphemy from said pastor . For those of you wailing that pastors aren’t talking publicly every week when people are killed , it is because we know what this contraption really is . Making noise online isn’t the solution . I am not foolish enough to state what I think the solution to the killings in the North is . All I know is online tweets isn’t feared by the evil perpetrators. These guys don’t fear words . They know they can kill Christian’s and get away with it . Until that changes , sadly we will continue to see the wicked continue in their wickedness unchecked .

The South East Maths Olympiad Junior category winner Onwubiko Chimdiebube and his Maths teacher Master Chisom Unachukwu arrived Lagos this morning for consular appointment at the Italian Embassy tomorrow for International STEM Olympiad Grand Finale in Rome. He also won the first position in Nigeria National Maths Competition few days back in Abuja. The next batch of students and their teacher will be in Lagos on April 27th for their appointment. Both students and teachers will be going to ROME this July 2nd - 8th to compete with 154 countries. They will shine in global stage and will bring back our gold medals.

@FretzStephanie @realdanieltitus We pray he returns to God (His Ways), in doing so you'll get him back..

@realdanieltitus Please Lord , move my son to return to us

I don't know if this is your story... But I know I had to post it. Just a reminder that our God is patient: if you think you're too far gone, just look back – Jesus is looking for you. Come back to Him.

@tosinolaseinde Yes..

If you need to lock in with your finances next year. Pls type YES. We are embarking on a mission to teach 100,000 for FREE.

@SpacemanAp Let's play a game, you up?..

There’s a reason more Nigerians play ludo & draft than chess.Even when there’s a chess board available. Bc they fail catastrophically at 3D & abstract thinking,I don’t think they’re even capable of it. So few are capable of it. Stay with me. Let me explain. Just wait.

In 1800, William Herschel carried out an experiment to find out whether different colours in the light spectrum have different temperatures. During the experiment, he realised that just after the red end of the spectrum where there was no light, the temperature spiked heavily. What he did next is the fundamental difference between the modern African mind and the scientific mind. He hypothesized that even though there was no light there, the fact that the temperature moved up from blue end of the spectrum to the red end, then even higher after the red end, likely meant that the light spectrum continued, but was not visible to the human eye. He was correct, and that invisible light he discovered through scientific observation is what we now call Infrared light. It's what is used in remote controls, fibre optic cables etc. Basically, your life might be very different today if William Herschel had acted like a modern African, because here's the thought process a modern African would have employed in that situation. Let's replace the light experiment with an African election, and let's say the objective of the election is to deliver a competent, non-corrupt, demographically representative leader, as against the corrupt, daft, nonagenarian who occupies the office and consequently keeps the country parlous. After going through 4 or 5 election cycles, the modern African observes that the people never vote for the old bastard and they always coronate a new popular hero before every election. Yet everytime without fail, the old bastard declares himself winner and nothing happens. Any staunch local opposition is hunted down violently, and he faces zero foreign pressure. The foreign NGOs and embassies ocassionally give the opposition people a few visas and asylums, plus a few empty statements "expressing concern for electoral hitches," but nothing that actually takes a strong position against the old bastard, who continues doing business with all of them. If the modern Africans were Herschel, they would hypothesize that perhaps the foreign embassies and NGOs are in fact, working hand-in-hand with the old bastard, and the system is not in fact an electoral democracy, but a foreign-directed dictatorship that holds sham elections so that the foreign backers can pretend to "support democracy" while ruthlessly extracting from the country in partnership with the old bastard, who is actually their puppet. But the modern African instead of looking past the red band and theorising from its temperature effect that there must be non-visible band of light there (a layer of the supposed "democractic" system that is not open to the public and is only accessible to those who secretly control the entire thing), rather concludes that there is no explanation for why the temperature gets hotter after the red band (there is no wider reason for why the old bastard ALWAYS wins despite this breaking every statistical probability model). So instead of making a scientific deduction and creating a hypothesis which forms the basis for informed examination of his situation, the modern African says "We will do better next time." Of course the "next time" is always exactly the same as the last time. Paul Biya wins again. Museveni wins again. Sassou Nguesso wins again. Tinubu wins again. Ruto wins again. And after a few decades of this protracted failure to change anything, the modern African then retreats into his petulant cynicism saying stuff like "Africa is cursed." "Nigeria can never get better." Meanwhile the simple (and fucking obvious) solution would have been to make a scientific observation of the situation first, instead of behaving like a battery-powered toy soldier without a brain of this own, constantly repeating failed actions every 4 years and refusing to change anything because to challenge his own assumptions and beliefs about how the world works would be to challenge his ego. And the modern African would fully DIE before letting anything challenge his fucking ego.

I have an idea. I’m thinking of hosting South East Maths Olympiad where the winner gets a cash price of N5M. Every child in the South East regardless of background will be given opportunity to participate. What do you think?

The Platform Nigeria. Topics to be addressed 1. SEGUN ODEGBAMI: The role of sports in global geo-politics. 2. ⁠ATIFETE JAHJAGA: Rebuilding a nation. Using Kosovo as an example. 3. ⁠DR. YEMI KALE: Reform and Resilience: Strengthening Nigeria's Economic Foundations (Explaining how bold reforms can stabilize and future-proof the economy). 4. ⁠NDIDI OKONKWO NWUNELI: Becoming a Narrative Changer. 5. ⁠LEKE ALDER: Anatummy of a Nation 6. ⁠DR. JOE ABAH: Power Shift: Rebuilding Nigeria through Devolution and Decentralisation.

The Cross Still Offends The bullet tore the air in half. A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity. It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle. Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence. I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted. Tempted to grow quiet. Tempted to sit this one out. Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it. Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling. Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad. What do you do with that? What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight? Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are. But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ. He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety. The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree. So of course they came for Charlie. Of course they reached for a gun. This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills. That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it. The Enemy wants us afraid. He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal. He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private. But Christ never whispered. He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables. And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross. Not a symbolic one. A real one. Heavy. Bloody. Splintered. When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses. That’s what I remembered tonight. I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers. The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for. This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile. “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?” Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered. “Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?” —Romans 8:35 He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire. “No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.” That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win. You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire. There are two worlds unfolding right now. The one you see. And the one you don’t. One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns. I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned. He didn’t fall. He crossed. The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice. And I wonder if Stephen met him there. The first martyr. The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear. The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open. The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own. I like to believe He stood again. Are you afraid? Do you feel the tremble in your spirit? Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone? You’re not alone. You’re not weak for feeling that. But you are called to something stronger than silence. Don’t let fear become your theology. The cost is high. But the reward? The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King. Heaven is not empty. It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear. Men who were stoned. Women who were burned. Children who sang while the flames climbed. And every last one of them arrived. There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God. There is no persecution that can derail your destination. There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ. Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven. Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.” Then he looked toward the reward. Not a monument. Not a mention in history books. But a crown. Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands. So let me say this clearly. We do not mourn like the world mourns. We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment. We sing songs of resurrection. We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble. Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing. He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward. The cross stands tall. The tomb is still empty. And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power. So pick up your cross. Wipe your eyes. And keep going. The crown is worth it. The King is coming. And there’s still time to speak. Even if they shoot. Lord, give us courage. And if not safety, give us joy. For we carry not just the message, but the marks. And You are worth every bruise.

We concluded the maths festival in my village. 1500 children participated and we got the winners. We gave them several scholarships, laptops and cash awards to encourage them. This was born 2 years back when we discovered that our children had gaps in mathematics. My village declared state of emergency for maths. All the prominent persons in village were there including the Senator Osita Ngwu who is representing us, to chair the children up. We are building our future in Ngwo!

@tibvlfc Do we have a community?..

Nigerian Liverpool fans are the realest. Many Nigerians supported clubs like Chelsea, United, and Arsenal for their wins, but Liverpool fans started supporting when we struggled.❤️🫶

Only Psychopaths proceed to the third paragraph..

@nugboton @therealchurchg1 @Charity_teidei2 remember this?, tell the full story..

@therealchurchg1 Disappointed with @therealchurchg1 ..

REVEREND OMOLEHIN WAS SCHEDULED FOR AND GIVEN A SPECIALIZED BREAKOUT SESSION AT THE PFN BIENNIAL CONVENTION AND HE TOOK IT - PUTTING THE RECORDS STRAIGHT Some participants at the PFN CONFERENCE have clarified the recent complaint by one of the fathers of faith. Rev Isaac Omolehin. Furthermore, Church Gist made her findings and got some revelations from one of our sources who asked to remain anonymous in deference and honour to a father of faith. Church Gist also got a hold of the flier of the event as posted below in which the main speakers were featured. It is noteworthy that many other fathers of faith including executives of PFN and Bishops of ministries didn't get a chance to minister or at best served as coordinators at the event. Some comments by participants at Rev Omolehin's breakout session are posted below. David Soladoye I was in this meeting live and directly. He (Daddy Omolehin ) was announced to be around and he was given opportunity to preach in the cut out session in between the morning and the evening session. He taught about the power of God but not on the main stage the meeting held at Dunamis Headquarters at the Glory Dome. We that we were at cut out session was up to about one thousand people and more. I volunteered to be a protocol that day because he laid lands on the people that was there and people demanded to have his contacts One of the pastors that came with him in the same Toyota Highlander carton color gave his own contact as his PA Daddy Omolehin held me by hand till he got to the car. There are two pastors here I can tagged on this space as my witness to this. I find out (it) hard to understand why a respected man of God @ Rev. Isaac will make such statements. I was in the meeting and Rev. Isaac took us on a specialized session on Evangelism and it was so powerful. or He wanted to also preach in the main session where they are few slots other fathers of faith also ministered powerfully. Rev, your comments are completely misleading and controversial I expected more from you sir. We can't keep talking down on the system that we ought to build. If you feel aggrieved why not channel it to the appropriate authority or take up in prayers. Such comments are not edifying and not helpful. Additionally, according to our sources, Evangelist Omolehin was reported to have been publicly announced as one of those to take the specialized sessions. Despite his desire to speak at the main session, there was nowhere it was indicated in the program that he would speak in the main session as slots were limited. A video of his announcement as one of the speakers at the specialized session is also available. #ChurchGist