Child of God; Anywhere your testimony have been caged, buried, tied down, locked up or covered, the Lord will step into your life and release it for you, in the name of Jesus.
The day of your testimony and unending Joy will no longer be delayed, it will manifest to the amazement of your enemies. From today, God will change your life and put you on an enviable position and you will live a fulfilled life. Remain blessed in Jesus mighty name. I pray. #viral #fypppppppppppppp #prayer #christianlife #fyp

"THE DAY I ENTERED THE BLESSER LIFE… AND MET MY UNCLE NAKED!"

It all began on a random dusty Saturday in Kasarani. I was sitting outside my one-window bedsitter, drinking warm Fanta and scrolling through Instagram like someone with a purpose. My friends were living large — hotel breakfasts, fake accents, swimming pools with their legs hanging like fried sausages. Me? I was just there… drinking Fanta with no bubbles.

I said to myself, “I must join this soft life. Even if I die, let me die in style.”

So I called up my friend Shiko, the President of Slay Queens Association.

“Shiko, me I’m tired of poverty. Show me the way.”

She laughed like a hyena and replied, “Babe, say less. Blessers are waiting. Just be hot.”

I borrowed high heels that were taller than my future, a tight dress that needed lotion just to enter, and a wig that had seen more heads than a boda boda helmet. But I was READY. Soft life was calling me like M-Pesa ringtone.

THE ARRIVAL

We entered this flashy apartment in Kileleshwa. The place smelled like old money, cigar smoke, and betrayal. Five blessers were sitting like sugar-coated crocodiles. One had a chain so big, it looked like a bicycle lock. Another was rubbing his belly like he just ate someone's rent.

And then... introductions began. They were choosing girls like avocados at Gikomba.

“Let this one come with me.”

“No, I want that one. The one with the confused eyelashes.”

I was just praying not to get the one with two teeth. But fate, oh fate...

"You," one deep voice said. "You, Candy, come with me."

Shiko pushed me forward. “Go, that’s Big Daddy Mkubwa. He’s very generous.”

Ah! Generous is good, right? I walked like a borrowed goat towards the room. My heart was beating like drums in a Luo funeral.

THE MOMENT OF MADNESS

I opened the bedroom door...

And my eyes almost jumped out.

THERE. ON THE BED.

NAKED.

LEGS CROSSED.

SMILING.

Was my UNCLE.

UNCLE MURIUKI.

From Kangema.

The one who paid my high school fees.

The one who always said, “Respect yourself, Wanjiku.”

Now he was there, in full HD. No socks. No shame. Just flesh.

We locked eyes. I screamed. He screamed. Even the AC made a noise.

“WANJIKU??” he shouted.

“UNCLE??” I shouted.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE??”

“NO, WHY ARE YOU HERE??”

I tried to close the door with my elbow. My wig fell off and hit him in the chest. He screamed again, “Satan! Is this a curse?!”

I turned to run — but my high heel snapped. I flew like a chicken kicked by a donkey. Boom! I hit the flower vase. Glass everywhere. My fake eyelashes stuck to the curtain. I was breathing like I had climbed Mount Kenya.

Shiko came running, “What happened?”

I pointed back at the door, crying, “That’s my UNCLE! My mother’s brother! I saw his... his... ancestral stick!!”

THE ESCAPE

I didn’t even wait. I grabbed my handbag, which was actually a plastic bag from Naivas, and I ran out barefoot. The guard asked, “Madam, where are you going?”

I shouted, “TO THE VILLAGE!! I’M GOING TO BE A FARMER NOW!!”

AFTER THAT DAY...

Uncle Muriuki no longer comes for family gatherings. I no longer say "bless me" in prayer. And any time someone calls me “Candy,” I throw my shoe.

That was the day I learned: not every soft life is for you. Some roads lead to money, others lead to madness, trauma, and a naked uncle.

Arrogant Police Officer Slapped an Old Blind Widow, and This Shocking Thing Happened…

"Oh God, will You not avenge this poor old widow? Inspector Tito slapped me and called me smelling and dirty. She oppressed me because I have no one. Oh Lord, let her life be smelling! Let all she touches become smelling! Let her reality become smelly. Let it be so!"

Years ago, in the town of Ejabu, a girl named Tito dreamed of becoming a police officer. While other children watched cartoons, Tito watched police dramas. She memorized laws at 12 and walked the streets correcting wrongs like a mini-sheriff. Everyone believed she was born for the uniform—and they were right.

Tito grew up, joined the force, and became a shining example in Ejabu. Criminals feared her. Locals adored her. Her voice alone could make a grown man shake. They called her “Officer Tito” with pride.

But everything changed when she was promoted to the state headquarters.

There, she tasted power and wealth. She dined with politicians, accepted "gifts", and closed her eyes to crimes. The Tito who once chased thieves was now protecting them—for the right price.

One day, a powerful woman named Madame Gold, wife of a prominent politician, stormed Tito’s office.

“My daughter is in love with a nobody! A commoner named Kachi!” Madame Gold hissed. “I want him gone. Name your price!”

Tito, hungry for more riches, didn't hesitate. “Don’t worry, Madam. I’ll handle it,” she said, already plotting the boy’s downfall.

That afternoon, Tito and her officers barged into Kachi’s run-down home. But he wasn’t there. Instead, they met Nneka, Kachi’s old blind grandmother.

She trembled in confusion, clutching her wrapper. “Who are you? What do you want?” she asked, her blind eyes searching in darkness.

Tito snarled, “Where is your criminal grandson?! Tell us now!”

“M-my daughter, he has done nothing wrong! Please!”

But Tito wasn’t listening. In a flash of rage, she slapped the old woman so hard, Nneka fell off her chair. “You stink like this dirty house! He’s probably hiding in a gutter like the rat he is!” Tito spat, then ordered the house torn apart.

As Nneka sat sobbing on the cold floor, she raised her hands to heaven and prayed a dangerous prayer.

“God of the widows... avenge me. Let her life become as smelly as the insult she gave me. Let her hands never prosper again.”

The officers laughed as they drove away.

But three weeks later, everything changed.

Tito fell mysteriously ill. Every doctor said the same: “There’s nothing wrong with her.” Yet her skin began to rot, her body emitted a foul stench, and flies followed her everywhere.

Her husband Ola left her. Her children refused to sleep in the same house. Her job? Gone. Her friends? Disappeared. Her beauty? Decayed.

She became a living curse—a woman no one wanted to be near.

People whispered in the streets: “It’s the widow’s curse. She slapped a blind old woman who had no one but God.”

Months later, Tito was spotted at a small church in Ejabu, crawling on her knees in rags, looking nothing like the woman she once was.

“Please… take me to Mama Nneka,” she wept, “I must beg for forgiveness.”

Dear friends, never look down on the helpless. That blind widow had no sight—but she had a God who sees everything.

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HABITS THAT SHOW IMPROPER UPBRINGING OF CHILDREN.
Dear Parents Please, carefully look at the list below and identify where you may want to make amends on yourself or on the young ones you are bringing up.

Children, if not properly groomed may never get to the top in life, even if both parents are at the top of their careers.
Manners take you to where your education can't irrespective of your status, wealth or your reach or influence:

1) Going to your child's school indecently dressed. (Think again).

2) Speaking rashly to your child's teacher.

3) Cursing, using foul language or swearing words in front of your children.

4) Using makeup on children.

5) Dressing your little children up indecently (they loose their sense of Princess Hood).

6) Putting earrings on your son's ears.

7) Your child holds the cup or glassware by the brim and you don't correct.

8) Your children don't greet and you just feel they will come around one day because they have a mood swing. (You will be blamed for it).

9) Your children eat with their mouth opened and you feel they will grow up some day.

10) Your children bringing home something you did not buy for them and you say nothing. (that is the beginning of stealing).

11) The Children talk back at you and you conclude it's okay since you are a 21st century Parent. (You will hate yourself if they do that outside and they are disciplined).

12) The Children interrupt when you are speaking with another adult and you think they are bold and clever. (Its really bad manners).

13) The Children exercising authority over the Nanny and domestic staff and you let them be. (that is bad parenting).

14) The Children saying things like "my driver is on his way..." I do not advocate that children should call your domestic staff Uncle, Aunty or Brother, calling them by Name when they are not young people is not proper either. The use of Miss, Mr or Mrs will look good on them.

15) Your children don't say a 'thank you' when they have been helped or served something and you are cool with that. (Bad parenting).

16) When your Children cannot stand children who are less privileged.

18) When the Children pick their noses with their hands.

19) When the Children don't wash their hands after visiting the washroom or after returning from school or outside visits.

20) When your Children take something from the fridge without seeking permission. (Bad parenting).

21) When your Children don't knock on closed doors and wait for a response before opening the door.

22) When your Children don't collect from your hands items you brought in as you walk into your home.

23) When your Children request for a bribe to carry out their home chores or extra tasks. (That is disgraceful).

24) When your Children act like their Grandparents irritate them. (It's a Transferable Curse).

25) When your Children have not learnt to get up from the Chair for the Elderly or Visitors to sit.

26) When your Child tells lot of Lies. (You will both cry in the future).

27) When your Children ask "who is that?" at a knock on the door instead of "please, may I know who is there."

28) When your Child is always seated by your Visitors when being served Drinks or Food.

29) When your Children still point their fingers at other people, when talking to or speaking about them.

30) When your Children play and jump around when Prayers are going on. (These can apply to Children from Ages 4 and Above).

31) When a child wakes up in the morning, just staring at his/her Parents and Elders without greeting. (It is a bad habit and does not show good upbringing).

• Don't be a 21st Century Parents who can't correct their Children.

• Train your Children in the way of the Lord so that when they grow up they will not depart from such Godly Training or Upbringing.

IT IS BETTER TO LET YOUR CHILDREN CRY AT AN EARLY AGE WHEN YOU CORRECT THEM; IF NOT, YOU WILL BOTH CRY AT NIGHT WHEN THEY BRING DISGRACE TO THE FAMILY!.

"JESU KRISTO!!" Mama Agatha screamed, slapping the priest as if he was a thief. "FATHER, CONTROL YOURSELF! YOU ARE A MAN OF GOD!"

THE DAY I TRIPPED ON MY GOWN AND ALMOST SET THE PRIEST ON FIRE

It was a bright Sunday morning, and I was ready to serve in Mass like a true champion. I had done this a thousand times before—carrying the censer, swinging it gently, walking like an angel. But little did I know, this would be the day I became the greatest entertainer in the history of our church.

The church was packed. My family was there, my crush was there, even the village gossip, Mama Atieno, was there—ready to witness my downfall and report it with full details.

I took my position near the altar, holding the censer like a holy warrior. The choir sang like angels. The priest was in deep prayer. The congregation was silent. Everything was perfect.

Then it happened.

As I stepped forward, my long gown decided it had had enough of my holiness. It grabbed my feet and held on tight like a stubborn goat. Before I knew it, my left foot betrayed me, my right foot joined in, and I went flying like a bird who had forgotten how to fly.

"Wuuuuuiiiiiii!!!"

Down I went, arms flailing, censer swinging like a wrecking ball. The censer hit the floor with a mighty clang and—BOOM!—a cloud of holy smoke exploded like a witchcraft battle. But that was not the worst part. No, my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, the worst part was where the censer landed.

Right on the priest’s gown.

The poor man screamed like someone had poured boiling tea on his lap. "FIRE! FIRE!" he shouted, hopping around like a grasshopper on a hot pan. Instead of calmly handling the situation like a man of God, the priest OVERREACTED.

He panicked.

He grabbed his gown, yanked it up, and tried to pull it off while running around blindly, screaming like a madman. His sandals flew in different directions. The congregation gasped, the choir stopped mid-song, and even the church cat that always sat near the altar ran for its life.

But it gets worse.

In his blind panic, the priest did not see where he was going. Still struggling with his half-removed gown, he tripped over his own feet and went flying—headfirst—right into the congregation. And where did he land?

Right onto the lap of Mama Agatha, the oldest and most respected woman in the church.

"JESU KRISTO!!" Mama Agatha screamed, slapping the priest as if he was a thief. "FATHER, CONTROL YOURSELF! YOU ARE A MAN OF GOD!"

The whole church erupted in laughter. Even my mother, who was already planning my punishment, had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling. My crush? Oh, she was finished. Tears of laughter streamed down her face as she held her stomach.

Meanwhile, Mama Atieno was shaking her head, already preparing her report for the entire village: "Did you hear? The priest jumped on Mama Agatha’s lap! The devil was in that church today!"

Finally, someone poured water on the priest’s gown, putting out the tiny ember that had started. The priest sat up, breathing heavily, still tangled in his own robe. He cleared his throat and said, "Well… that was unexpected."

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. But no, the ground refused. Instead, I had to stand there, pretending to be holy while my legs still shook.

From that day on, I earned a new name in the village: "The Altar Burner." Even my grandmother, who never joked, told me, "Maybe church work is not for you, my son."

And my crush? She still smiles at me in church, but I know—deep down—she will never forget the day I almost turned the priest into a burnt offering and sent him flying onto Mama Agatha’s lap.

My earnest prayer for you today is for the Almighty God to connect you with the people that He has ordained to take you to your next level. There shall be no more disappointment in your life, in the name of Jesus.
May the almighty God expose, arrest and punish anybody that is acting like a friend to you but secretly killing and destroying your image, in the name of Jesus.
May God turn His face of favour to you and bless you beyond measure, in Jesus mighty name. I pray.
Do have a blessed day.