Adura Abiyamo Tooto

22/05/2026

Good morning blessed families

Dear youths pay attention to this dialogue gist between Omolade and Omolere
Read it, meditate on it and be imparted

Titled:. Unlike poles attract gist between between Omolade and Omolere.
Omolere: Lade, I’m thinking of crashing at Omolanke’s place this weekend. His roommate traveled, and my place go too noisy to read.

Omolade: raises eyebrow Omolanke? Your course mate from Engineering?

Omolere: Yeah. We just want to do overnight reading. Nothing serious.

Omolade: Sis, let me gist you small about adolescent traits in male and female friendships. At this our age, hormones dey real and boundaries dey blur easily — especially at night when everywhere quiet.

Omolere: Ah, it’s not like that na. We’re just friends.

Omolade: I know you people are just friends, and I trust you. But trust me, male and female friendships at this stage behave like “unlike poles” in physics. You remember magnet? Unlike poles attract.

Omolere: laughs You don carry physics enter matter.

Omolade: Because it’s true! During adolescence, emotional and physical attraction can just spark, even when you no plan am. Dark room, lone time, sleep over… that one na set-up. One gist fit lead to cuddle, cuddle fit lead to another thing. Then friendship go get complications.

Omolere: Hmm, you get point sha.

Omolade: I’m not saying Omolanke is a bad guy. I’m saying don’t put yourself in a position where you’ll have to fight biology and feelings by 2am. If you need to read, use the 24-hour reading room or come to my place. At least we be same pole laughs — no spark.

Omolere: True true. Unlike poles attract, and I no wan come explain tori for school. Thanks jare, bestie. I’ll just read in the library till evening and go home.

Omolade: That’s my girl. Friendship first, no need for midnight experiments.

Beloved, you shall not miss it in Jesus name, amen

To be continued
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21/05/2026

Beloved,, arise and be a carrier of the light
Humanity for lives

Good evening beloved families
Let's read , learn, meditate and be impactful
"The Samaritan's Light:
A Story of Grandma and Omotara"

Grandma’s room smelled like shea butter and old Bibles. The evening light slanted through the lace curtains, turning the dust in the air to gold. She called Omotara in with a hand that trembled just a little, but her voice was steady.

“Tara, my daughter, come sit.”

Omotara knelt by Grandma’s chair, the way she had since she was small. Grandma’s wrapper was the color of indigo, worn soft at the edges. She opened the big Bible on her lap — the one with Omotara’s name written in the front when she was born.

“There was a man in the Bible,” Grandma began, her finger tracing the words even though she knew them by heart. “A Samaritan traveller. He was on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho when he met another man… left in the pull of blood, half dead. Robbers had done their worst.”

Omotara nodded. She’d heard the story in Sunday school, but Grandma told it different.

“Now, Tara, culture was a barrier. Big one. Jews and Samaritans? They didn’t greet each other in the market. They didn’t drink from the same cup. That wounded man on the road — by all the rules, the Samaritan should have walked past. His people would have understood. Maybe even praised him for it.”

Grandma closed the Bible and looked Omotara full in the face. Her eyes were cloudy, but sharp.

“But he didn’t walk past, did he?”

“No, Grandma.”

“He stopped. He poured oil and wine on the man’s wounds. Put him on his own donkey. Took him to an inn. Paid for his care. All for a stranger… an enemy, some would say. Why? Because he cared for humanity first. Before tribe. Before history. Before pride.”

The room was quiet except for the ceiling fan and the call of a hawker outside: “Pure water!”

Grandma took Omotara’s hands. They were young hands, smooth, with pink nails Grandma had painted last Sunday.

“My daughter,” she whispered, “the world is full of roads from Jerusalem to Jericho. Full of people in the pull of blood. Some are bleeding from hunger. Some from loneliness. Some from being told they don’t belong.”

She pressed Omotara’s hands to her chest.

“I want you to be a carrier of light, Tara. Not just in church. Not just when it’s easy. Carry it to school when a girl sits alone. Carry it to the market when someone is cheated. Carry it even when culture tells you ‘she’s not your kind.’”

Omotara felt her throat tighten. “But Grandma, what if I’m scared?”

Grandma smiled, and suddenly she looked twenty years younger.

“Then you remember this: Arise and shine, Omotara. For your light has come. The same God who made the Samaritan brave is in you. So my daughter… arise. Shine. Let thy light shine to humanity.”

Omotara didn’t answer with words. She leaned her head on Grandma’s knees, the way she did when thunder scared her as a child. Grandma stroked her hair, humming “Ise Oluwa” under her breath.

Outside, Lagos was starting its evening song — generators, laughter, the muezzin in the distance. And inside that little room, a girl was learning how to carry light.

Beloved, be a carrier of the light and the light of God shall beautify your life in Jesus name amen John 8:12

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21/05/2026

Family Matters - Ebi Olomo

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21/05/2026

Family Matters - Ebi Alayo - Ebi Olomo

Topic: Transforming darkness to light in marriage & family

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Tagged: Ye are the salt of the Earth

Merciful father, kindly rescue those children and teachers abducted by kidnappers in Jesus name amen

Abiyamo Tooto

21/05/2026

Family Matters (Ebi Olomo)

Ebi olomo laye nke - ebi olomo lorun eh dide fun iranlowo wa

Bibeli wipe, omo ni ini oluwa

Olori aye atorun awon ini re wa ninu ahamo, fi agbara te fi da aye atorun tu won sile loruko Jesu amin

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21/05/2026

Abiyamo lorun dide fun iranlowo wa , ni Nigeria ati agbaye,nitori aye kun fun okunkun pupo, tan imole si wa nitori ogun airoju airaye
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