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  THE PRE-WEDDING DANGER ZONES  by Ikechukwu Frank She walked into my office with a smile that was fighting a battle her heart had already lost. Her wedding was only six weeks away, yet her eyes carried the heaviness of someone dragging a future she did not choose. Family members were calling her lucky. Friends were pressuring her to “secure the man before someone else takes him.” Aunties reminded her that her age mates had already married. And the community’s voice echoed loudly in her ears—“Don’t disappoint us.” But when I asked her one simple question—“Do you truly want this marriage?”—the tears she had tightly imprisoned finally broke loose. Her answer came like a wounded whisper: “I don’t know. I just don’t want to disappoint people.” At that moment, I realised she was not preparing for a wedding; she was preparing for an escape—an escape from expectations, pressure, judgement, fear, and shame. She was about to say “I do” to please a world that would not follow her home a...

  TONGUES OF FIRE OR TONGUES OF CONFUSION? by Ikechukwu Frank He sat alone in the hospital corridor, shoulders slumped, hands shaking—not out of fear, but because every English word he tried to pray ended in silence. His wife was in the operating theatre fighting for her life. His mind went blank. His emotions collapsed. He had no more strength for “normal” prayers. In that still, crushing moment, something rose from deep within him—not loud, not dramatic, not for display. It was a gentle stream of spiritual language that carried his tears upward. “When we don’t know how or what to pray, the Spirit does our praying in and for us,” says Romans 8:26 (MSG). As those soft syllables escaped his lips, strength arrived like unexpected wind. Hours later, the doctor stepped out with a smile. “She made it.” That night, he came to a conclusion that has the power to shape your entire Christian journey: tongues are either fire that strengthens the spirit or confusion that entertains the flesh—b...

  THE CHURCH WITHOUT CALVARY By Ikechukwu Frank He looked at me across the room, his eyes carrying a quiet pain I could not ignore. He was a pastor I had admired for years—gifted, eloquent, respected across the city. Yet that day, he seemed a shadow of his public self. “I cannot explain it,” he said, “but the more the crowd increased, the more the Cross disappeared from my messages.” His voice trembled, not from fear, not from guilt of immorality, but from the awareness that something vital had slipped away. He had silenced Calvary in his preaching, thinking the people wanted encouragement, not confrontation. At first, the church celebrated him. Numbers exploded. Offerings soared. But over time, a terrifying pattern emerged. People shouted louder but repented less. They danced with joy but transformed little. They served busily yet surrendered rarely. He said something I have never forgotten: “Pastor, the day I stopped preaching the Cross was the day I lost my authority in the Spir...

  WHEN MONEY SPEAKS  By Ikechukwu Frank He sat across from me with trembling hands. His watch was expensive, his suit immaculate, his fragrance bold—but his eyes were tired. This was a man whose rise came faster than his preparation, a businessman whose bank alerts had become louder than his convictions. He didn’t waste time with small talk; he went straight to the wound. “Pastor,” he said quietly, “I didn’t deny God with my mouth… my money denied Him for me.” He swallowed hard. “Money exposed me. It revealed the real me.” In that moment, I realised something unsettling yet liberating: many believers never speak with their lips, but their money speaks for them. Many shout “God first!” in church, but their expenses preach a different gospel from Monday to Saturday. Every receipt reveals an altar. Every expenditure whispers a worship. Every coin carries a testimony. As an African elder once told me, “When wealth enters a man’s life, it does not change him; it amplifies him.” Ano...

  SHIFTING GROUNDS: He had prayed for years. Fasted countless times. Worked harder than most of his peers. Yet nothing changed. Nothing. The promises over his life…hung in the air like clouds—heavy, pregnant with hope—but refusing to pour. One evening, weighed down by discouragement, he went for a walk. Just a walk…trying to clear his mind. And then—something unusual happened. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was undeniable. A strange stillness settled in his spirit. The kind that comes when heaven wants your attention. And then…a scripture rose in his heart. Unprovoked. Unexpected. “For thus saith the LORD of hosts; Yet once, it is a little while, and I will shake the heavens, and the earth…and I will shake all nations” (Haggai 2:6–7 KJV). And in that moment, he understood something crucial: it wasn’t the promise that had failed… It was the ground beneath him. His environment. His thinking. His spiritual posture. Everything needed realignment. That evening marked the beg...

  BEHIND THE ROBE — WHEN LEADERS BACKSLIDE SILENTLY🔥 He walked into my office on a Wednesday afternoon, robe neatly folded over his arm, face calm but eyes trembling. For years, he had been one of the most admired ministers in his city—powerful on the pulpit, sharp in doctrine, respected by the young and the old. But that day, he shut the door, sank into a chair, and whispered, “Pastor, I am dying inside. I preach better than ever, but I pray less than ever. People hear fire in my sermons, but I feel none in my soul.” That confession broke me. It reminded me of an African adage: “The smoke that destroys the eyes starts as a small irritation.” Silent decline always starts quietly. Leaders fall loudly, but they backslide silently. This is the burden of today’s message—BEHIND THE ROBE. What happens when the man everyone celebrates is collapsing privately? What happens when the robe is shining but the soul is sinking? What happens when ministers stand tall in public but crawl in priva...

  STRONGER THAN FEAR  Your Past, Present, and Future Are Not Your Enemy By Ikechukwu Frank  Today I bring you a message that breaks chains, unmasks the enemy, and awakens the giant inside you. It is a message that echoes from Scripture, from life, and from destiny itself: you are stronger than fear. Let me begin with a story. A man once stood before a large crowd to share his testimony. His voice shook—not from stage fright, but from memory. Years earlier, he had walked out of a job interview. Not because he lacked skill. Not because he lacked preparation. But because he feared hearing one simple word: “No.” That single moment crippled him. It pushed him into hiding for years. He battled shame. He battled regret. He battled a quiet war no one saw. Yet that same man eventually built a company that now employs hundreds. When asked what changed, he smiled and said: “I found out the past is not my prison, the present is not my enemy, and the future is not my threat.” Church, ...

  How Merchants of Chaos, Boko Haram, and Corrupt Politicians Profit from Nigeria’s Pain There was a day the nation bled and many looked away. A convoy carrying internally displaced persons was ambushed along Maiduguri–Damboa Road. The victims were not soldiers or politicians—they were civilians escaping the very terror the government claimed to be fighting. Hours later, headlines flashed: “Dozens Killed in Fresh Attack.” But beneath the brief news flashes lay a deeper tragedy—one not measured by death tolls but by the profit that followed. Contracts would be signed, funds released, and yet another “counter-terrorism initiative” would begin, enriching a few and burying the rest in silence. This is The Business of Blood—the dark economy of chaos where human suffering is traded like a commodity, and the cry of victims is the soundtrack of someone’s rising fortune. It is an economy that feeds on fear, nourishes corruption, and sustains the very crisis it pretends to solve. Here, peace...

For nine long years, she stood by him—through laughter, tears, and countless promises of a future that seemed just within reach. Their love began innocently, with dreams whispered under the stars and plans made for “someday.” But time, as it often does, began to test their bond. Six times she conceived, and six times, they chose to end it. Each abortion left a deeper scar than the last—on her body, on his conscience, and on their trust. Yet they carried on, convincing themselves that love would one day heal what guilt had quietly broken. Then came the seventh pregnancy. This time, the man pleaded, “Please, let’s keep this one. I’ll take responsibility.” But she looked at him, still a student, still struggling, and saw no future she could lean on. Fear overshadowed love. Against his plea, she ended the pregnancy. That decision shattered something sacred between them. He felt betrayed—his chance to prove his manhood, his desire to be a father, his hope to build a home with her—all gone i...

 

 

Couples conference 2025.  I attended a landmark programme today, 19/10/2025, and it became a day I will never forget. Earlier, I had faced an unpleasant situation that deeply hurt me. My daughter was wrongly accused of stealing a phone—something she knew absolutely nothing about. The false accusation discouraged her from attending the church service with me that morning. What pained me most was seeing the very people who accused her standing confidently on the altar, officiating in a drama, while my innocent daughter stayed away in silent humiliation. My heart sank. I watched them act as though nothing had happened, and I could feel tears pressing behind my eyes. Yet, I said to myself, “God knows the truth, and He will fight for the innocent.” As the Scripture says, “The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace” (Exodus 14:14 KJV).After the service ended, I decided not to go home immediately. At the gate of my house, I asked someone to call my daughter to join a broth...

  MY TRUE LIFE STORY  THE DAY I CAN NEVER FORGET I was on the Ibadan Expressway that hot afternoon, seated in my wheelchair beneath the harsh sun, waiting patiently for the bus I had booked to convey my family and me to our destination. Life had already taught me many lessons about endurance, but nothing prepared me for what was about to happen that day. Cars sped past, kicking up dust and noise. Some people glanced at me briefly with pity; others simply ignored me. Then, suddenly, a woman walking along the roadside reached into her wrapper, folded some naira notes, and tossed them toward me as if I were a beggar. I was shocked. The money hit the ground beside my leg. I raised my voice gently but firmly, saying, “Madam, please, come and take your money. I am not begging.” She stopped, looked at me scornfully, and muttered under her breath, “Arrogant paralysed man.” Those words pierced my heart like a sharp blade. For a moment, it felt as though my world had ended. My pride, my...