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Write-Ups By Genevieve, Lagos (2026)

01/06/2026

What Submission Is, And Is Not

Submission Is Not: Swinging. (Look this up on Google). 3-somes. (Or other somes). Committing a crime or crimes. Doing drugs. Pushing drugs. Doing things that defy common sense. (If your husband asks you to go and fight somebody, don't do it. Aga akụkpọ gị anya.
If he asks you to sheet from the top or window of a building, biko emekwana ya. Dem go arrest you then love go clear for your eye. You get my point sha.)
Doing same-sex things. (It happens). Agreeing to knack your husband's friends. (It happens). Visiting babalawo. Visiting spiritualists and prayer houses/centres. Carrying calabash/pot on your head or any part of your body for your husband or his family. Performing rituals for your husband, his friends or family. Doing knacking with your brother-in-law(s) so that you can produce a child or children for your husband, no matter who the request comes from. (You are not a toilet). Knacking a fake or original man of God because your husband wants you to. Endangering your own life. Or the life of your children. (You g*t to have sense). Allowing your husband to knack your children or any one he fancies just because he wants to.
That's perversion and it's going to destroy you and everyone involved.
Quitting your job or money-churner just because your husband wants you to start taking care of the home. It's his home too so why isn't he quitting his job to stay home? Or is it written on your forehead to do so? Don't do it. No matter the pressure. Stand your ground even if he says he provides and you don't need the money. That's not his decision to make. He met you working so what's his problem? Even if he didn't meet you working, and you start earning money in the marriage. Don't you quit it.
Hire a nanny or house help, live-in or visiting. Look into daycare centers too. If the only solution your husband is proferring is that you quit your job then he's a joy and destiny-killer and you shouldn't have married him. Or even had children for him. Ndo oh?
Handing your whole money over to your husband so that he and his family members (and friends) can squander it. That is not submission. And if your husband is asking you to, or is forcing you to do this, then know that you married a profound lazy-ass, a thief and a wicked blood-sucking parasite rolled into one. Have sense and find a way to set yourself free from his clutches. Pray against unalivement. The devil uses it very well.
Carrying the whole financial burden of the house while he hoards his cash or spends them on other things or other people (like side turkeys). If you are married to someone like that, first of all, sorry. You are a married single mother. Have a thorough discussion with this your irresponsible husband. Call him to order to amend his ways. If he insists on leaving you to carry the house load alone, You know what to do.
Tolerating abuse. He flogs and beats you don be silly and you are still there smiling at him with broken teeth. Don't worry, until he comots both of your eyes then you will have sense and know you are in danger. Don't ever let anyone demean, belittle, look down on, or insult you, even if the person is your husband. He does not have that right. It's very sad that you have to protect yourself from the person that should love you the most.
Tolerating infidelity. No, no. This is not the hallmark of a virtuous woman. (Have you ever met this virtuous woman that everyone is talking about? I'll like to ask her some serious questions). Don't tolerate cheating or extra-marital affairs from your husband. (Chai, husband. That title don suffer). The God that created you said it's a breach against His Law. (Exo. 20:14. Deut. 5:18). He also says in His Word that you can leave a cheating spouse. (Matt. 5:32. Matt. 19:9). Meaning you can leave a marriage breached by infidelity. Your life is not tied to your husband's preek. Organise your life, ask and seek for help. And leave him with his STDs.
Open marriage. A lot of couples are doing this, but it is not God's will for the institution He created. Yes. So if your husband is pressuring you to do open marriage, or let him do open marriage. Nne please know that it is wrong. He is very, very wrong. That is a lustful, wicked man. You married an olosho wey come dey code for marriage. And he wants to use style and give you STDs. Plenty demons too. If he insists, report him to God. Report him to someone or people he fears more than God. But just get ready to pack out of that marriage because as he has started knocking/banging on that door (open marriage), a huge dam of nonsense will soon gush from it. Save yourself and your children from someone who wants to partner with evil spirits. He doesn't know what Marriage is.
Husband is supposed to: Protect. Cover. Clothe. Provide. Fight for. Take care of. His wife and children.
He is not husband of the whole world, or of every woman, and he is not strictly responsible for anyone apart from his immediate family. Meaning you and your children.
You come first and should always come first.
This doesn't mean he can't offer help to others and people as at when due.
In fact it's encouraged.
But to force it from him is a wicked thing to do, which must be stopped.

What Submission Is: Lawful obedience. (Obedience within the parameters of The Word Of God. Read your Bible ladies, and ask The Holy Spirit for interpretations). Agreeing with your husband in all morally-right things for the peace, progress and unity of your home. Not stirring up troubles, fights or quarrels where there are none or no reason to be combative. You are not a bee. Or a hornet. Letting your husband (I said husband not boyfriend or man. Im never marry you he has no right to command you or ask you to agree with his words. Like let no man disturb you in this regard, no matter who he is.) do his job as the leader, protector and provider of your home. Let him be the cover God designed and equipped him to be. Unless he's a weakling and you have to keep fighting his battles. Your battles. Your childrens' battles. The home battles... Soo exhausting. Chai. That's why you are (were) encouraged not to marry rubbish.
Submission is also not sheepishly saying "Yes Sir" or "Yes Daddy" to your Pastor or spiritual head (whatever that means) in everything. As per rulers and commanders of your life. They are not your husband, so stop that mumu behaviour. Respect yourself and package your submission and go and give it to your husband. Or hand your submissive-mind to Jesus till He gives you one He has vetted to receive it from you. If you are single.
Jesus is your First Husband, so trust Him on this.
Don't let anyone use submission or the word "submission" to bamboozle you.
God didn't create you a zombie so please keep actively using your brain.
If He wanted your brain to shut down in "submission" He wouldn't have given you one.
You are His child and He delights in you.
(Zeph. 3:17).
Don't be cowed into giving that level of honour to undeserving louts.
And if anyone is using submission to press your neck, report them to God. Sharp. Wake up at midnight and attend the Heavenly Midnight Court. Present your case to The Judge of the whole Universe and let that person be judged for trying to play truant with what is not his word. Let the over-ambitious oppressors tell God whether they were there when He created the woman.
Leave God to fight your battles.
They (and their supporters) will be appropriately handled. 👌🏾
Do the same if your lawfully-wedded husband is also using submission to ask you to commit sin. Mbanu. Stand your ground ma gbaa ya report n'aka Chineke sharp. Im go dey alright fast fast. ✌🏾
Udooo, ụmụ nwaanyị ~
Submission has killed (and will, might continue to kill) women.

Stop useless submission.

© 2026, Genevieve Adu-Barnabas. All Rights Reserved.

30/05/2026

God Of Single Mothers; Jehovah El-Roi
Whether you became a single mother because you are:
Divorced. Widowed. Ran away from abuse. One ekuke impregnated you and disappeared. The father of your children left you for another woman. The father of your children suddenly disappeared, and you haven't heard from him in years. You are the one playing the role of a parent in the life of your siblings. You were R***d. (Chai, so sorry Nne). Adopted a child or children. The responsibility of taking care of some children fell on you or suddenly fell on you,

I want to tell you that: God sees you. He is watching over you. He knows all the pains you've been through. He hasn't forgotten you. He cares about you. You are so dear to Him. He loves you. He has plans for you. And He wants you to be happy.
He is the God of Hagar, Sarah's runaway slave-woman.
The God that met her in the wilderness where she was wandering up and down and came to her aid, when she and her son were about to die of thirst.
What is that thing that is causing you to feel like you are dying or almost dying?
Open your mouth and cry out to Him now.
He is Jehovah El-Roi, the God that sees you.
That sees: Your social stigma. The verbal abuse you endure from ignorant louts. The poverty. The scarcity. The oppression. The victimisation. The exploitation. The hot tears you shed. The pain, tiredness and weariness of it all.
He sees them all.
And now He's ready to help you.
He does not despise you and your chiidren. Because they are His too. No matter how they entered the world. No matter who fathered them. No matter how you came to be in possession or custody of them.
He is The God of all flesh. There is nothing too hard, or hard for Him to do.
Lay down your arms and defenses at His feet.
Tell Jesus that you are tired of fighting alone. That you need His help. That you want His help.
He will definitely come to your aid.
Please wipe your tears, and say this prayer below:
Father God, Creator of the whole universe.
I your child and (mention all the names of the children under your care) come boldly before Your Holy Throne of Mercy and Grace. We ask for Your mercy and grace. Forgive us all our sins Oh Lord, and wash us clean with the precious blood of Your Son Jesus. Lord we ask that You be Our Shepherd and let us not want. Satisfy our mouths with good things and renew our youth like the eagles. Fight our battles Oh Lord, and deliver us from all our oppressors. Cover us with Your Blood, Jesus. Cause Your face to shine upon us Oh Lord, and make every crooked parts of our lives straight. Lord; (make specific requests; open your mouth and tell Him all those things that are bothering you.
Let them pour and flow out of you like a river.
He's the Only One that can help you.
Let the children pray too. He loves hearing their voices). Give Your angels charge over us Oh Lord, and let Your favour surround us like shields. We thank You Oh Lord for You have heard and answered our prayers. In Jesus Mighty Name we ask and pray. Amen. 🙏🏾
You can copy this prayer to paste somewhere and repeat as you wish. Get a Bible if you don't have one, or download a Bible App to help you start studying God's Word. I recommend the YouVersion Bible App. It's available for Android and iOS.
Keep praying and trusting God.
I believe that by praying the above prayer, you will start seeing His hand at work in your lives.
Stay happy! Stay optimistic! ❤️
You are blessed! 🙏🏾
Jesus Is Lord! 🙌🏾

© 2026, Genevieve Adu-Barnabas. All Rights Reserved.

29/05/2026

We All Be Sleeping On Leah, That Wuked Woman ~ 😂

Yes, yes, lovely-eyed Leah that was crying blaad every time her sister Rachel had intimate relations with her RIGHTFUL husband.

Madam Leah you are the first daughter but strangely, so strangely, with all your good looks, figure 8, submissiveness and low-speaking voice, no man in your whole place, town or city sought for your hand in marriage.

And you father is well-known and stupendously wealthy.

You just dey there dey g*ther beauty sorry I mean dust while your younger sister Rachel, was the one that braved wind and rain and marched out to take care of your father's sheep.

Every day.

For months, weeks, days...., countless times and moments in the wild with unforseen circumstances and fighting against bullies that just hate the sight of a woman being strong.

Whether she had to or not.

Madam you were in your fine-pampered house, enjoying fresh coconut water and dates (because why not?) when Rachel headed out one fateful day and met Jacob.

A fine young man, who spoke well, was excellent to look at (because why not? Have you met his mother Rebekah? She was the toast of the town in her youth).

This adonis saw your sister and instantly sprang into action to comot stone from the mouth of the well for her, not minding that it wasn't yet the time or hour to do so.

He was ready to give and trade blows for her sake. 👌🏾

He helped her water her flocks (big thing, because a man wey love you no go make you suffer, or watch you suffer), made sure she and her ụmụ atụrụ were alright, then settled down to tell her his whole life story.

And what a long tale it must have been.

You think every man can or will be open to every woman like that.

If it's easy ngwanu go and try it.

Madam, Jacob poured out his life history to your sister Rachel, and not just that, he held her, kissed her (Jesus kiss o, for the black minds reading this) and lifted up his voice and wept like a baby, not minding the stares, looks, scorns, sneers and confusion from the people around.

A grown-a$$ man (40 plus) come dey cry like a baby on the neck and bosom of your sister.

I don't even think she was smelling nice and fresh that time (you know shepherds) but he didn't mind.

When you find your peace you throw all caution to the wind and strongly embrace and express your love.

Madam, Jacob spat Patriarchy in the face by crying and weeping like a baby, (because men no dey cry or express emotions 🙄), and I'm very sure your sister held him, soothing and comforting him like a child, her too not minding the huge stares and questions they were generating.

Why am I dwelling here.

I'm dwelling here because I'm laying the foundation for the pure and beautiful love that Madam Leah got herself inserted in, and tried with all her might to ruin.

After the crying and the comforting and the smilings, Jacob came home with your sister Rachel, and of course to the excitement of your father Laban.

Readers of y'all story smiled too, not knowing he was cooking up something in his brain.

Fast forward the end of 7 years of hard, back-breaking labour, and Jacob was ready to receive his wife.

With open arms and palms already sweating.

But with great joy and anticipation, probably plied high with wine and some other substance (🤷🏾‍♀️), he slept with you, Madam Leah, on the wedding night.

A big wedding, joy and celebration that was supposed to be for Rachel, but you somehow got inserted into it.

It's not your fault, but you agreed with everything done.

With you face covered.

Quiet and soundless like a mouse.

You sat through all the marriage rites, knowing you were not supposed to be there.

And the worst part of it was that Rachel didn't even get another wedding party done for her, probably not to expose your shame.

She was wronged yet still covering you...

Because people would ask questions why they were being invited to another wedding party for Rachel, when she already had one.

What injustice it was that she was snuck in, just one week after your week was fulfilled.

You let a man that didn't love you, never wanted you, never even looked your way or thought about you or considered you, to take your hand, whisper sweet nothings meant for his beloved, and gave you his preeq that he had been reserving for her.

A preeq that lay quiet for seven whole years became yours that night.
(Because if it had been active Rachel would have taken in.
But Jacob's real, patient and respectful love for Rachel made him endure and wait for her..., for 7 whole years).

Instantly.

Who knows, Jacob might have been a virgin..., because he was a homebody.

He was a domesticated man.

You collected everything.

Quietly.

Soundlessly.

As a mouse.

I don't even know how that part could have have happened, because: Jacob must have been drunk off his a$$. Something must have been put in his drink or room (powerful incense) to make him less focused or disorientated. Thick darkness must have befallen everywhere, for him not to look well, even without the veil, to see say no be Rachel dey there. You, Madam Leah, must have been super silent so he didn't hear any of your sounds when you were exchanging co**al fluid because why can't he recognise the sound or voice of his beloved woman, fiancée of 7 years?
Or did you collect powers from a familiar spirit?

Now after this grave injustice, you still didn't want to comot eye for wetin no be, and wasn't ever your own?

Madam I wonder how you felt that morning when Jacob woke up and looked at you with clear eyes.

The rage, anger, hurt, hate, confusion and despisement with which he must have looked and stared at you.

His storming off from the nuptial chamber almost tripping himself and his loud, fiery argumentative words with your father.

Like how could you do that to your own sister?!

Then turn around to claim victim?!

Everyone saw and knew that Jacob loved your sister Rachel.

So much that your father leveraged on it and pushed you to him, because what is another 7 years to work hard and break his bones to have his beloved in his arms?

She was the love of his life but you didn't care.

That matters less to you as long as you one-upped her.

If only, if only you had, Stopped Jacob's wandering hands on the nuptial night. Roused or hit him awake out of whatever was done to him. Refused to sleep with him. (Because yes, why must you consummate a marriage that is not yours?) Explained to him or had a deep conversation with him as regarding the situation both of you found yourselves in, then made a plan that favoured everyone (because you must not marry Jacob to be happy).

Maybe, just maybe, He would have respected you, and you would have been more tolerable in his sight.

But no.

Because you were strongly salivating after your sister's husband, not only did you sn**ch her wedding, big expectant day from her, you sn**ched her husband (and had the effontery to call him yours, ịnụkwá guts), sn**ched her peace of mind, turned the whole household against her, and all the while kept acting like a super victim.

Like wow.

Wow Madam. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Movie script-writers should take lessons from you.

Plenty insight dey from you.

God saw how Rachel was loved (because why not? She was the one Jacob wanted from the beginning, not you) and shut her womb so you can produce children and be happy.

But noooo, it still wasn't enough for you because you fought her sotey, you kukuma brought your own maid to compete with hers when you obviously know the reason she had to stoop that low to have a child.

Everything was a competition to you. Down to naming your own children.

And each time I find myself saying to you, “Madam, zukwaanu ike!”

You fought her sotey she died trying to produce her second child.

What a miserable end to a woman that did nothing but fall in love and be loved by a man you cast your eyes on.

Yes, because Madam, I put it to you that you loved Jacob.

Because if you hated him, you wouldn't have gone all these miles and crossing rivers and oceans just to get his attention and collect his preeq.

Preeq that you couldn't even see unless Rachel agreed to it and Jacob (object and person of interest) said yes too because his darling said so.

Rachel died and it still wasn't enough for you.

The poison you had spread in the hearts of your sons had festered, which resulted in their evil treatment of Joseph.

An innocent boy caught in polygamous crossfire.

A boy whose mother was not alive to protect him from you and your sons.

Because if you were such a good, Godly, pitiable woman, why did he go to Egypt that way?

Why???!!

Let me not even get started on Dinah.

Your fine princess that you couldn't protect.

Where was all your cunning, spiritual power and wisdom that moment in time???

Your first son Reuben, did gymnastics on your beloved husband's bed with guess who?

B 👏🏾i👏🏾l👏🏾h👏🏾a👏🏾h!

Yes. Your late sister's maid she gave to your beloved husband so she could have children through her.

Where was your godliness and praised restraint in properly admonishing and raising your precious first son?

The son with whom you galloped for joy because you don born man for your husband.

He grew up so well he slept with the maid of a woman who died pushing out a baby so she could be relevant in a household you hijacked with your kids.

No respect for your sister.

No respect for her memory either. 👌🏾

If Reuben had impregnated Bilhah, would you have loved it?

And guess what? Your beloved husband waited plenty plenty years to give your son a befitting farewell gift, sorry I mean parting gift, sorry I mean 'blessing' by using curse to reduce his population and transfer his Birthright.

And I keep thinking: would any of Rachel's children have done that?

And millenia later, millions upon millions of women are using you as a role model...

Hating on Rachel when she honestly did nothing wrong.

Absolutely nothing.

She, Welcomed you into a home you were not supposed to be in. Accepted you in your role and position as the first wife (it was Jacob that hated you, not her). Ensured you got your daily or regular preeq (because why not? You were willing to die for it). Left you to your antics.
You were just doing whatever you wanted.
Because if she were as evil and competitive as you, believe you me you and all those your children for run out of that hose tey tey.

You go disappear your Papa go come dey find you.

Go and ask Hagar how Mama Sarah dealt with her and her scorning face.
Your needs and those of your children were met. Rachel did not pursue you comot for dat house as per favourite or favoured wife.
You need to see the polygamous wives of today, how they deal with each other and kpai all their opponents' children.

But there you were; healthy, well-fed, well-clothed, surrounded and filled with wealth but refusing to be happy because you must be loved, accepted and wanted by a man who thinks you are a deceiver, and hates the sight of you.

Let me not even get to the fact that you used mandrakes.

I'm pretty sure you used plenty other things, like the kayanmata of those days but Jacob still no fall for you.

Who knew whether he would have slowly warmed up to you, if you had stopped your antics, victim cries and every other nonsense you were doing.

But noooo, you must have Jacob and Jacob must love you by force!

He didn't tell you that he inherited his mother's physical and spiritual Agidi. 💪🏾

Today, each time you are mentioned in sermons Rachel is automatically cast in a bad light.

You were the despised woman that later had plenty plenty sons and later got buried in the family burial spot while she died like arịrị on the road.

It must have sweetened your heart, didn't it? Rachel's death I mean.

Your rival was gone forever.

You thought her vacuum would make Jacob turn to you or desire you but nooooo, Oga said no to all your shenanigans.

Even in death Rachel still held his heart and that love spilled over to her sons and grandsons (Ephraim and Manasseh).

Because tell me why an old man would personally raise a little boy, (Benjamin) to the extent that everyone confessed that he would surely die if anything happened to the boy? 😂

Talk about superglue soultie. 😂

Why am I saying all these?

Because I want people to pause and consider the type and quality of life that Rachel had and lived those days.

Intimacy was problematic between her and Jacob because Madam Leah was always around to cry if no one was looking at her.

Do people even know what it means for a woman to kpọọla her husband tie and ask him to give her children or she dies??!

That was the level of desperation that Rachel had, and for the first time, first time ever, Jacob was angry with her.

I'm really glad that incident and moment didn't spoil anything between them.

And I'm left wondering why Jacob didn't pray for his beloved wife to have children, just as his father prayed for his mother? 🤔

Rachel lived in and fought polygamous wars till she died, in fact it was what killed her because why would she want another child after Joseph?

She probably felt intimidated and out of place seeing Madam Leah parading everywhere with her brood.

Cluck! Cluck!! Cluck!!!

So yes, this is me making a case for Rachel.

She deserved better.

Definitely better.

So if you are one or part of those women singing Madam Leah's praises, just pray you don't encounter Polygamy or meet her type there, because they will sting you and cry pass you.

You will be bleeding from your eyes and people will be asking you, “Where is the pain?”

So, Madam Leah; weldone o. (I comot cap and throway salute for you at the same time).

Mummy Rachel, we see you, amongst the great cloud of witnesses. 💪🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾

© 2026, Genevieve Adu-Barnabas. All Rights Reserved.

27/05/2026

The King (Jesus) Is Not Enough (2)

There is this notion popularly propag*ted by men that women need covering in ministry.

Of course it will come from a man or men, like whatever did women do to you that even in God's own space you sons of Adam won't let the daughters of Eve breathe?

If you are looking for whom to cover, please go and cover your wife and children, Mr. Coverer (and Submission man), because I know that is where all this nonsense is coming from.

Ministry is not marriage, in case you are seeing it like that.

It is warfare (heavy), spiritual and physical one, and to even suggest and hint that women are incapable of tanking whatever it is that you faced and are facing is seriously insulting, and disrespects God Who made them, and placed in them various qualities (for ministry).

Who are you to place a scale on the magnitude and scope of work, service and ministry of a woman?

Are you The God that called, anointed, equipped her and gave her a platform or platforms to shine and resonate from?

Is her oil any different from yours? Or is yours more precious, costs more, and of greater significance and impact because you are what, a man?
Therefore you are validated to stand before a pulpit? And speak before people?

For the men in ministry that see women as half-baked, incompetent, not completely competent, weak and needing supervision (as per babies that are being bottle-fed), just know this:

That you know, married, and have seen these types of women (of course I know they exist) does not mean that all women are like that.

There are women that have been personally trained, guided and equipped by God.

Horns trained and fashioned in the wilderness of pain, isolation, hard-pressed and crushed then released into the world to be giant upstarts, demolition machines for Our God, and you are there spewing covering.

Like can you listen to yourself?

You are not God. Nope. You are not and can never be.
You are not part of the Glorious Trinity. Never o, never, nwa nke Adam.
You are not The Holy Ghost. You cannot even try.

A marine spirit with k-leg will come and put-off her clothes in front of you and everywhere will be vibrating and your eyes will be turning red due to lust that is trying to choke you.

Or have you conquered it?

So please pack your covering and go and offer it to those that really need it. (They are plenty).

Like men like you in ministry. Or don't they need it because they are men?
Or is your umbrella not large and wide enough?

Go and minister to men and boys that have father-wounds and do not know what it means, and how to properly be a male. Talk more of a Spirit-led/filled one.

Go and fight and demolish the serpents and scorpions that are troubling you in ministry.

God and deal with the male Jezebels and Delilahs that are deceiving your church members, let me not say you.

Deal with the strife and tribalism in your church.

The money-grubbing, deceit and selfishness ruining peoples' belief in truth.

The Genital-rubbings you choose not to see.

Leave peoples' daughters alone.

Women are not your problem.

The Lord rebuke you for troubling His daughters in Ministry.

For trying to put women in roles you know nothing about.

For trying to make life harder for women, as if being a woman is not difficult enough.

And if you are part of those desperately seducing or trying to seduce Women in Ministry, God punish you.

With fire.

Ọkụ gbagbuo gị! 🔥

Caveat: If God has directed you (nwoke ma ọ bụ̀ nwaanyị), emphasis on directed, to go and submit yourself to a ministry, like you have proper, well-used and valid channels of hearing from God and you know and have heard Him clearly on this, please run with speed and go and do it.

© 2026, Genevieve Adu-Barnabas, All Rights Reserved.

22/05/2026

The King (Jesus) Is Not Enough (1)

Does a farmer trained and equipped by the King need your permission to go to his apportioned farm to work?

Like you see a farmer that has been provided cutlass, hoe, matchet, rake and seeds (or seedlings) by The King going or marching to where he/she has been assigned to work, and you come to the person or start shouting from where you are;

"Do you have cutlass?" (Like you don't see them carrying it).

They say they have.

"What of hoe?" (Again you are blind to that one).

They say they have.

"Rake nkọ?" (You didn't see this one again).

Upon telling you that they have them, you go further;

"Do you have a straw-hat to protect you from the sun, wind and rain? Come and accept my covering so that you can work without harm."

The farmer says they have, thanks you but rejects your offer, you press on;

"Do you know that thunder might strike you while you are farming? Like daytime thunder and the night one? Come and accept my covering so that you can work without harm."

The farmer says they know, thanks you but rejects your offer.

You continue, because maybe you don't have sense.

"Big rain, plenty rain, tornado and typhoon might fall on you as you farm, are you aware of that? Come and accept my covering so that you can work without harm."

The farmer says they are aware, thanks you but rejects your offer.

You try again, "Do you have rope, strong ones, and protective clothing? I have plenty to give you. Come and accept my covering so that you can work without harm."

The farmer says they have, thanks you but rejects your offer.

You insist, now clearly being annoying and irritating;

"Are you aware that you will face wolves and plenty wild animals on the farm? Snake might bite you o! Come and accept my covering so that you can work without harm."

The farmer says that they are aware and thanks you yet again and rejects your offer, then continues their journey to their apportioned farm.

But you don't stop there.

You follow them to their farm but this time you don't come alone. You come with 'other coverers' like you and repeat the same questions.

Loudly and clearly interrupting in the farmer's work.

If you were an outsider observing all these, how would you rate the interjectors, I mean nuisance, and what punishment would you suggest be given to them?

Talk truth.

So you see, Mr. Coverer, that is how you present yourself and are seen when you open your mouth and say that you want to offer protection to a woman whom God has Himself sent into the field.

Mary Slessor and Florence Nightingale? Whose covering were they under when they went into field work?

Other female missionaries and God's Female Generals that we might never know of? Who covered them?

Does it mean that their work is negeted because they weren't covered or weren't operating under covering?

Ministry is not marriage, therefore men should not bring that nonsense notion of covering or submission to it.

Yes, because I know that is where this nonsense is coming from.

That you married a woman that did not know her right from her left does not mean other women are like that.

There are women that have been personally trained by God, undergone seasons of dryness, brokenness, pain, isolation and wilderness, and have now become horns, giant upstarts in the physical and spiritual realms, operating without fear and measure because of the Power of The Holy Ghost on them, and you, (who are you by the way) that do not know their origin and their walk with God is now somewhere jealously throwing shade, trying to make them feel shame in their anointing (can you imagine?), like their oil did not come hard-oressed and crushed like yours?

That they did not merit to stand and operate in the same space and field as you (is it even your own) became they are not 'covered'?

Who told you?

Are you King Jesus?

Answer me o!

Go and cover your wife and children if you are hungry for someone or people to cover.

You are seeking to provide protection for the anointed woman of God in ministry, from the same demons that are pursuing you.

Or have they stopped pursuing you? Powerful anointed man of God that is looking for whom to cover?

That will not mind his business and focus on his God-given assignment?

Like men don't need covering too.

Like the men in ministry don't need covering from the hazards and myraids of problems in ministry.

A marine spirit with k-leg will come and off her clothes in front of you and everywhere will be vibrating and your eyes will be turning red.

You won't remember "cover" that time.

Please, go and provide proper covering to plenty if not millions of men that are wandering aimlessly in life, not knowing what to do and how to go about it, men with father wounds, all types of wounds, and stop harassing women that are faithfully working for God to come and dobale for you so that you can from your 'high position' cover them.

Women are not your problem so please face the demons disturbing you and the male Jezebels and male Delilahs that will not allow you rest.

Focus on killing the serpents and scorpions that are contending against your ministry and leave women alone.

Mr Adam that knows everything. Including how and when God should operate.

You are not The Holy Ghost (and you will never be, in fact you can never dream of it) so allow peoples' daughters to breathe. 🙄

The Lord rebuke you for troubling His daughters in ministry.

For trying to put women in roles you know nothing about.

For trying to make life harder for women, as if being a woman is not difficult enough.

And if you are part of those desperately seducing or trying to seduce Women in Ministry, God punish you.

With fire.

Ọkụ gbagbuo gị! 🔥

Caveat: If God has directed you (nwoke ma ọ bụ̀ nwaanyị), emphasis on directed, to go and submit yourself to a ministry, like you have proper, well-used and valid channels of hearing from God and you know and have heard Him clearly on this, please run with speed and go and do it.

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