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IT'S NOT THE WHO OR THE WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN THAT MATTERS IT IS THE BELIEF ITSELF THAT MATTERS!



It is not what you believe in or who you believe in that matters!!!

Get this...

What matters is the belief!!!!

Say this after me

The belief matters!!!

More than anything else.

I'll share a story.

True for some and a lesson for others.

A single mother felt guilty for being a single mother in a society that labels single mothers as lesser beings in the moral and religious space. She felt she had committed a grave sin by finally summoning up the courage and leaving her abusive and philandering husband after he infected her with staph and left her unconscious when she confronted him.

Finally, she left the marriage with her three kids, two girls and a boy. The first child, a girl was 18 and the second a boy was 15 while the last was 10.

After a series of bad lucks and frustrating setbacks, she finally started having things turning around for her good.

She hit a mega-deal worth millions and moved to the suburbs, bought an acre of land and even a car.

Things had finally become rosy for her.

Her secret, asking her virgin teenage daughter to pray for her before any contract or business deal. Always worked, like magic.

So she never ever failed to call her daughter in to pray for her whenever she had a business opportunity or contract to sign.

One weekend, just a day after she got another mega-contract with the state government, she sent her kids out with the driver to go have fun and decided to stay in, somehow she got bored and started cleaning the house until she got to her teenage daughter's room, while cleaning, she found a bag and the Nigerianess in her came up and out of her, she unzipped the bag and found condoms inside her teenage daughter's bag with a diary.

The Nigerianess in her led her to read the diary, apparently her daughter had lost her virginity when she turned 16 and had been active since then, she wasn't as holy and pure as the mother thought despite the strict and overzealous religious rites and rules she placed to make sure her children most especially her first daughter didn't stop or disrupt her good runs and success stories.

Her belief was founded on a lie.

When the daughter returned that evening with her siblings, she hugged her with tears and asked her for forgiveness, from that day she removed all the obstacles and lifted the stupid rules and regulations she placed on her kids to force them into being responsible.

They were free to invite their friends over and visit to return at a decent and godly hour, she also introduced sex education to them, apparently, her daughter was more knowledgeable than her, lessons she learned from her father and also personal experience.

Her good luck was her hard work paying off and not her virgin daughter's prayers for her as she had believed.

There is power sometimes in the belief much more than the believer that's why even those that belief in Allah still receive miracles and the atheist still gets their prayers to the cosmic answered.

The belief matters.



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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