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June 9th. 2019. 9am. Ontec Events Centre. Madojutimi. Abiola Way. Abeokuta. CHRIST EMBASSY ABEOKUTA MINISTRY CENTRE: MEGA SERVICE with Pastor TT Special Music - TESTIMONY JAGA Introducing - KENNY LAOYE #abeokutaMC #yearoflights #iamluminary #megaservice

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Happy birthday to an Extraordinary Worship Leader, a Blessing and a Team Player... Bro. Emmanuel Uwajeh. We have been blessed and made better through you and your work... We love you. #abeokutaMC #yearOfLights

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JUNE 9th. 2019. 9am. Ontec Events Centre. The Day that Abeokuta will never forget: CHRIST EMBASSY ABEOKUTA MINISTRY CENTRE - MEGA SERVICE with Pastor TT * Christ Embassy Leme * Christ Embassy Odeda * Christ Embassy Igbore * Christ Embassy Opic * Christ Embassy Abiola Way * Christ Embassy GPS * Christ Embassy Idi - Aba 1 Nation. 1 Church. 1 City. Many Impact. #abeokutaMC #yearoflights #iamluminary #megaservice

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ONCE UPON A THURSDAY with Lauren BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN 2 His smile crept me out. "You people are not serious o. You think I don’t know the trend on instuglam, or whatever you people call it. What young children do these days is prank their parents that they are pregnant. The effrontery! To think that my wife even joined!" He shook his head again. Then he started to laugh. "You both have tried sha, at least you made me believe you for a while." He laughed even harder. "Erm, Asu, this, this isn’t a joke. Edidiong really is preg…preg…she is pregnant." Mother burst out in tears. Suddenly, she looked weak and small. Unable to find sufficient words, mother handed father the pregnancy test kit she had been holding. Father was too confused to have noticed it all this while. "Father, I truly am pregnant." I mustered courage and edged closer to father. I've been pregnant for a couple of wee..." "Shut up. Shut that dirty trap you call mouth." Saliva spurted out of his mouth as he cut me short. "How old are you? Are you not fifteen? What do you even know about pregnancy?" Gbaaaaa! The sound of his fat palms on my soft cheeks echoed in my ears. It felt as though his hand prints were stuck on my face. The pain was too much to bear, yet I could not let out a tear or sound, instead the hot tears burned inside my eyes and my throat stung. On seeing mother crying and begging on the floor, father realised that it had to be true. "I am asking again and I need a name this time. Who is responsible for that thing in your belly?" He pointed at my stomach as if it was a plague. Mother’s light skin had turned red from crying. "She was raped." "Raped what?" Father’s voice rang with anger and impatience. "Who raped you?" "Uncle…Uncle Celestine and Corper Tolu." I reply, overwhelmed with shame. "You are a stinking liar." Father spat in my face. The spittle slid down my earth-coloured cheek. '‘How can you say my brother, my own brother raped you?'’ He looked at me with disgust. ‘'And who is that Corper Tolu?’' ‘'So this girl has been sleeping around with these corpers in her school?'' He asked rhetorically. ‘'So this is the kind of daughter you are raising.’' He said to mother. Again he spat, but this time it was directed at mother, not me. Bitterness swept over me. I could not imagine that my mother would go through such humiliation because of me. ‘'Mbok Asu calm down.'’ Mother said with a calm voice as she wiped off the spittle with the end of her wrapper. ‘'Don’t Asu me. Don’t you dare. Let your daughter explain how she got raped.'' He shouted, letting out a throaty groan. "Tell me how you got that virus in your stomach.'' He barked. I knew how hurtful this could have been for my parents, but to see my father react this way came as a shock to me. My thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on my back. Father was beating me unstoppably and threatening to kill me if I did not explain the circumstances surrounding my pregnancy. After much beating, I slipped into darkness as Father's shouts and Mother's plea gradually became distant. As I slipped deeper into this whole new dark world, I heard Mother's voice for the last time. "Noo, Edidiong, don't go! You can't leave me like this!" Her voice, heavy with agony cracked as she wailed. ...to be continued #beautifullybroken #onceuponathursdaywithlauren #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights 🌟

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MEGA SERVICE WITH PASTOR TT EDUN 📣📣📣🗣🗣🗣 Experience uplifting moments of Worship. 🙌🙌 Special Music Ministrations 🎤🎤 Spoken words and dance💃💃 #AbkMegaService #megaservice #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights🌟

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Prepare to attend📣📣📣 The power of God will be present to heal, save, deliver and dissolve all doubts! #AbkMegaService #megaservicewithPtt #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights🌟

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Mega Service❗❗❗ Get ready!!!!! It's a Service like no other💃💃💃 #AbkMegaService #megaservicewithPtt #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights🌟

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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AN INSPIRING EVER DEPENDABLE HELPER OF THE WAR🎉🎉🎊🎊 DEAR BRO KENNY ONASANYA We celebrate God's special favour and Blessings on your life today. Thank you for been a son of consolation and a passionate follower of our dear Man of God, Pastor Chris. 👏👏👏 We love you Dearly🍾🍾🍾 #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights🌟

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🗣🗣🗣 Brace yourselves for the "megaest" service of all times. It's going to be an awesome time in God's presence. 💃💃💃 Save the date!!! #AbkMegaService #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights 🌟

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Doctor: Relax, David, it's just a small surgery. Don't panic. Patient: Ehhhh... doctor, my name is not David. Doctor: I know. I'm David. Patient: 🥴🥵😳🤢 Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, yet I shall fear no evil...

Introducing from CE ABEOKUTA MINISTRY CENTRE (superuser) on KingsChat: "Once Upon a Thursday with Lauren" Click on the link and read the 1st episode - 👉 https://www.kingsch.at/p/bHF1R29

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BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN ONE The clouds are enraged tonight. Their thickness is as though a giant man has climbed up the sky and covered them with the thickest blanket ever made. They pour with anger. Lightning flashes. Thunder rolls. Little blocks of ice fall. The gutters gush out, unable to contain the rain’s ire. The stench of refuse and excrement fill the air. There is not a sight of a human or animal. Everyone is hidden in the safety of their homes. Everyone but me. I am drenched in the rain. Droplets of rain find their way into my underwear and socks. I sniff continuously as catarrh slides down my nose. My teeth chatter. My tiny body shakes furiously. I trudge along the muddy path in search of a safe place. Who am I kidding? I ask myself. The only safe place I have ever known in all my life is my home. Have I quickly forgotten that home is no longer home? The thought of this cause my eyes to sting. Hot tears pour out, meeting the cold droplets of rain on my face like a confluence. I notice a shed some distances away. My steps quicken as I hurry towards the shed. I forget that the ground is wet and slippery, so I trip. I bruise my left knee and blood gushes out. Mad at myself, the rain, the ground and the entire world, I let out a scream that gets drowned by the rumbling of the thunder. Lowering myself to the wet ground, I continue to scream. This is the only thing that seems comforting at this point. I scream hoping that my lungs would tighten and make me run out of breath. I do not want to live. I do not even know what it means to live. Despite my continuous screaming, I do not run out of breath. The only thing that happens to me is the mix of rain and catarrh in my mouth. I hate this day. I hate myself. Slowly, I get up and limp towards the shed. I wrinkle my nose at the smell of goat faeces. My system gives me a puke signal but I hold it down. I take out dry clothes from the black duffel bag gran-gran had bought me on one of her many trips to Onitsha. I change into the dry clothes and take out two wrappers. I spread one of them and lie on the floor of the shed, while I use the other one as a comforter. As I lie down, memories from yesterday flood in. *** ‘You cannot be pregnant under my roof.’ Father barked. ‘How can…how can…how can a child…you just can’t be pregnant…how can you?’ He stammered for lack of words. ‘And who is responsible?’ He demanded. ‘Am I not talking to you?’ ‘Or maybe you are not only pregnant, but deaf too.’ With bloodshot eyes and rage in his voice he shouted. Shaking like a leaf on a windy day, I replied. ‘I don’t know sir.’ ‘You don’t know?’ Father asked in bewilderment. Then suddenly he began to laugh hysterically. Baffled, Mother and I stared at each other, then at him. Father has gone mad. I have made my father lose his senses. I told myself. ‘You this girl, you think this is funny? How can you prank your father, ehn tell me? He looked at me, expecting a reply. ‘What, what prank Father?’ I asked in fear and confusion. ‘Where is it, tell me, where is it?’ He started searching frantically around the living room, tossing throw pillows all over the place. ‘Asuquo, what is it you are searching for?’ Mother enquired, her voice heavily filled with concern. ‘The camera.’ He began searching behind the TV stand. ‘I want that camera. What an expensive joke this is.’ This is definitely a prank.’ ‘Asu.’ Mother called him with fondness. ‘Please calm down.’ Sitting down on a sofa, Father wiped off sweat from his face and smiled. Why was he smiling? His smile crept me out. ...to be continued #beautifullybroken #onceuponathursdaywithlauren #AbeokutaMC #yearofLights 🌟

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Happy Birthday esteemed Pastor Joseph Ogbebor @pjkceottawa The testimony of you of everyone is of your kind, humble, gentle & generous spirit. The report is of the good work that you've done in Ottawa, Canada. These are true & the grace of God grant you more success. I love you

Dearest Charl. Today begins another glorious year for you, as you bear testimony of His love, grace and faithfulness in your life. Thank you for your thoughtfulness and for speedily helping others, even when it's adventurous to do so. The Lord bless you more and more to fulfill His purpose and calling. Happy birthday. Dad.

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There's no Sunshine when he's gone. Happy Birthday bro. Sam @wisdomsunshine I call you SonShine because you're the Son of Righteousness. Sam: your life is a perfect testament of the gospel of Christ that our dad Pastor Chris has brought to this world. Keep growing. I love you

Happy Birthday Pastor Gloria Wiggle @gwkinging4j You look the same after all this years: not a day older than 21!!! You're so helpful & so kind. You're loving & a great blessing. As the Word says: You're the above only & never beneath. So shall it be always. I love you.

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DID YOU KNOW you can now PAUSE and REWIND on the Live TV App??? WATCH today's broadcast of 'Your LoveWorld' with a whole new experience, right at your finger tips!!! STAY TUNED - Mon 13th May @ 10AM PDT| 1PM EDT| 6PM GMT+1| 7PM GMT+1 👉 Android: http://bit.ly/livetvmobileapp 👉 iOS: http://bit.ly/livetvios #YLW #YourLoveworld #PastorChris #PastorBenny #CeFlix #LiveTV #Over1milliondownloadsonLiveTV

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