Sunday, January 31, 2010
February - our month of Help
February will see us getting help as we are restored divinely just like the Shunnamite woman in 2 Kings 8: 1-6.
Prayer point - Ask God to help you divinely in all aspect of your life this month in Jesus name amen.
Enjoy these jokes, Yell for help and blonde praying for help from Cool blonde jokes.
Yell for Help:
Three blondes are in an elevator when the elevator suddenly stops and the lights go out. They try using their cell phones to get help, but have no luck. Even the phones are out.
After a few hours of being stuck with no help in sight, one blonde says to the others "I think the best way to call for help is by yelling together."
The others agree with the first, so they all inhale deeply and begin to yell loudly "Together, together, together." blondes indeed!!!lol
Blonde praying for help from God:
There was a blonde woman named, Cindy, that was in deep financial problems.
So she got on her knees and prayed "Dear
God, please let me win the lottery. I really need your help or
I'll loose my car, the house, and everything else." She doesn't
win. The next day she prays to God "God! I really really need
your help! I'll loose my car, the house, and everything else."
Once again, she doesn't win. The next day she says the same
prayer; then God speaks to her " Cindy! work with me here, BUY
A TICKET!!"..What an answer to a prayer!!!lol, hahahahahaha
Thursday, August 27, 2009
GIVE THANKS TO GOD IN ALL SITUATION

Monday, June 29, 2009
TRAIN UP A CHILD..
OGA & BOY
Ebuka told his Oga at the shop to wait at the gate and pick him up after his Commerce exam at the Commercial Secondary school where he was registered.
He was given Commerce Exam question paper and the only question he could answer was question number 3 and it says:
''Differentiate between a Warehouse and a Shop.''(20marks)
After much thinking he smiled and wrote his answer:
Warehouse is at Ojota while shop is at Alaba market.
Then he submitted his paper and went to meet his Oga at the gate.
Oga: Ebuka , how did it go?
Ebuka: It was so simple Oga, question number three
Says: Differentiate between a warehouse and a
Shop.
Oga : And what did you write ?
Ebuka: Well I wrote that our warehouse is at Ojota while our shop
Is at Alaba.
Oga : So is that all you wrote ?
Ebuka : Yes .
Oga : Common go back and put the phone numbers and complete address , boy!
You don’t know That's how you get customers?, ..What a Master and his boy! lol
Thursday, May 14, 2009
LIFE AND DEATH ARE IN THE POWER OF THE TONGUE !
Monday, March 23, 2009
JEHOVAH GOD DIRECTS OUR STEPS !

Baked Beans
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.
On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.' He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.....
He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill . I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I let off three more. The smell was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable....
When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!' I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Truly Hilarious!
