🤯AFTER WATCHING THIS YOU WILL NEVER STOP PRAYING FOR YOUR KIDS (True Story)
The Cloth Merchant’s Secret
Amari was the miracle child, born to Unice after ten long, barren years. Unice, a highly successful cloth merchant at Balogun Market, poured every ounce of her boundless love and ambition into her daughter. She spared no expense, sending Amari to Treasure World School, the most exclusive and expensive academy in Lagos. The school was a world of polished classrooms and crisp uniforms, but Unice ensured her daughter stood out, showered with the finest clothes, shoes, and perfect grooming.
Unice didn’t stop there. She consistently arrived at the school gates with lavish gifts for the teachers—perfumes, lovely handbags, and sweet treats—a small gesture, she’d say, to show her gratitude. Everyone knew the gifts were anything but small, yet they marveled at her generosity, which seemed to surround Amari in a golden, untouchable halo.
Amari, for her part, was a model student: charming, polite, and top of her class. Her grades and kindness made her beloved by all. On Prize Giving Day, Amari was the star, collecting award after award, her name a constant chant. Parents would nudge their own children: “Why can’t you be like Amari? Does she have two heads?” Unice would only smile with a glow of pride, insisting her daughter was a bright child who studied on her own.
The Arrival of Lara
A new term brought a new face: Lara Williams Benson. Lara was beautiful, but it was her mind that turned heads. From day one, she dazzled her classmates with quick mathematical prowess, earning her the nickname, “The Working Calculator.” Students flocked to Lara, asking for tips and help with assignments. She was kind, patient, and asked for nothing in return, making her instantly popular.
The whispers began, and they reached Amari’s ears like a stinging slap: “Do you think Lara will be the top student now? Maybe she’ll even beat Amari at Prize Giving Day.”
Amari, the reigning star, felt threatened. She decided to do what she always did to new students who shone too brightly: offer a gift. “Hello Lara, this is just a welcome gift. I wanted to make you feel at home,” she said, extending a beautifully wrapped box.
Lara hesitated, then politely shook her head. “Thank you, Amari, but my mom says I shouldn’t accept gifts from people I don’t know well.”
Amari was taken aback. No one had ever refused her gift. She forced a smile, but a seed of venomous frustration had been planted.
The situation worsened after the class quiz competition, where Lara led her team to a stunning victory, beating Amari’s team by a wide margin. The applause and praise for Lara felt like a personal insult to Amari.
The Secret Power of the Gifts
That night, Amari ran home and poured out her heart to her mother. “Mama, I tried to offer that new girl a gift, but she wouldn’t accept it, and everyone keeps talking about her! Mama, what if she takes my place?”
Unice’s face darkened, her eyes narrowing into a cold, knowing stare. “Did you at least smile when you gave her the gift?”
“Yes, Mama, but she said her mom warned her never to collect gifts from strangers.”
Unice’s eyes glittered. She placed a steady hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “You don’t need to worry, my dear. Just keep pretending to be friendly. I’ll handle the rest.”
Amari nodded, the panic draining away, replaced by a chilling calm. She knew what her mother meant. Unice’s gifts—to classmates and teachers—were not acts of generosity, but tools. Each gift carried a hidden cost, a spiritual exchange. Whoever accepted it would unknowingly trade their intelligence, gift, or destiny. Unice would use this stolen light to expand her business and ensure Amari remained the brightest student. It was a dark, unspoken agreement between mother and daughter.
“What’s the girl’s full name?” Unice whispered. “Lara Williams Benson.” “Good,” Unice replied, a shadow of satisfaction crossing her face. “That’s all I need.”
The Shadow Over Lara
As the clock struck midnight, Unice, bathed in a shadowy mist, whispered strange incantations. She appeared in Lara’s room, standing over her as she slept, her eyes glowing with a dark, unnatural light. A spell was murmured, and she vanished without a trace.
The next day, Lara began to change. In class, she would inexplicably fall asleep, snoring softly, a stark contrast to her former brilliance. Her mother, Mrs. Adola, a busy top business executive, had no time to listen to her daughter’s concerns, brushing them off with a quick “let’s talk about it later.”
In math class, the teacher called on Lara—the “working calculator”—to solve a difficult problem. As Lara picked up the marker, a strange, electric shock ran through her body. She dropped it, her hand tingling as if burned. She tried again and again, but the tingling, painful sensation returned. She couldn’t hold the marker. She couldn’t write.
The strange feeling continued into her tests. Her pen trembled, and her papers remained blank. For the first time, Lara failed.
The nights were worse. As soon as she fell asleep, she found herself in a dark, shadowy room. A stranger with a hidden face placed food in front of children with blank, vacant expressions. The stranger turned to Lara, holding out a bowl. She tried to refuse, but her hand reached out on its own, and she took a bite. As she ate, a heavy fog enveloped her mind, and she fell into darkness.
Each morning, Lara woke up aching, her head throbbing, and her mind clouded. Her hands remained weak and shaky.
Adola’s Blindness
The whispers and snickers from her classmates began: “Have you noticed how weird Lara has been acting? She used to be the smartest, and now she can’t even hold a pen.” Lara, a once bright spirit, hid behind tired eyes.
Finally, Lara’s class teacher called Mrs. Adola to the school. “Mrs. Benson, Lara isn’t the same student. She’s struggling, showing no interest, and behaving strangely. Please take her home and take care of her.”
Adola looked at her daughter in disapproval. “Lara, why are you acting this way? This behavior needs to stop now.” She took away Lara’s privileges—no TV, no treats, no play dates—until she “fixed” her behavior.
One evening, Lara confessed, “Mama, I want to stop going to school. I don’t feel right. I can’t explain it.” Adola was shocked, but the plea finally triggered a flicker of worry. Something was truly wrong.
The Revelation
The next day, Adola called her best friend, Mrs. Phillips, a very prayerful woman. Mrs. Phillips came to visit, and as Lara walked down the stairs, she froze, her face going pale with horror.
“Jesus! Lara, who has emptied you?” Mrs. Phillips cried, her voice shaking. “Can’t you see? It’s like she’s just wearing rags! Someone has tampered with your daughter’s glory!”
Lara broke down in tears. Mrs. Phillips immediately stood and placed a hand on the girl’s head, her voice firm with spiritual authority. “In the name of Jesus, every power that has tampered with Lara’s glory, I decree: break loose from her right now!”
As she prayed, Lara began to cough and then vomit uncontrollably, expelling a white, lumpy substance—the food she had been fed in her dreams. Adola watched in shock, realizing how spiritually blind she had been.
“You have been careless, Adola,” Mrs. Phillips said, her voice now calm but serious. “You have been so wrapped up in everything else that you didn’t see what was happening to your child. This world is a wicked place, full of people who hunt stars and will do anything to steal a child’s destiny.”
Adola knelt and hugged her daughter, whispering heartfelt apologies. “I’m so sorry, my darling. I should have protected you.”
Mrs. Phillips advised them to keep Lara home, to pray, study the Bible, and never let their guard down. Adola nodded, feeling the weight of her friend’s words, and silently vowed to protect her daughter’s light.
The Fire of Judgment
Adola and Lara spent the next few days in constant prayer and Bible study. Lara’s strength returned, the strange nightmares ceased, and her mind cleared. When she returned to school, she was stronger, prepared, and focused. At the award ceremony, she amazed everyone, earning the title of Most Outstanding Student.
Amari, watching from her seat, felt a fury rise within her. “Lara is back, and she has won everything! All our work is useless!” she raged to her mother that night.
“Useless, you say?” Unice’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle her once and for all.”
That night, as Lara slept peacefully, Unice, the cloth merchant of dark secrets, made her move. She appeared in Lara’s room, a shadowy figure, and raised her hand to strike.
Back at home, Adola felt a sudden, sharp jolt in her heart. She sat up and began to pray with an urgency she’d never known. “Lord, I decree in the name of Jesus, any power that is against my child, Let the Fire of God descend and consume them now!”
At that moment, a powerful bolt of fire struck Unice. She shrieked as flames engulfed her. “No!” she screamed, clutching her hand, which burned fiercely. The figure vanished from Lara’s room and reappeared in her own home, writhing on the floor, her skin marked by fire.
Amari woke to her mother’s agonizing screams. “Mama! What’s happening? The fire won’t stop!”
The next morning at school, a pale, terrified Amari walked up to Lara. “Lara, please, I have something to confess. I was envious of you, and I told my mom to try to hurt you. We were behind everything that happened to you. Please tell your mom to stop the fire! My mother is in pain; she can’t stop burning.”
Lara stood in shock, speechless. Amari, her shoulders slumped in defeat, turned and walked away.
By the end of the week, word spread that Amari and her mother had vanished. Some said they moved to another city; others whispered they disappeared without a trace. But the lesson was clear to all who heard the story: There are limits to every power, and tampering with innocence can lead to a fate darker than imagined.
That’s a fascinating and compelling story with a lot of drama and a strong moral/spiritual theme!
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