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22/05/2025

MysticBenny writes
Hunger in Nigeria: A Nation Starving Amidst Plenty

Introduction: A Nation on the Brink

In the land of abundant natural resources, where oil flows freely and agriculture once flourished, millions of Nigerians go to bed hungry. The hunger crisis has reached alarming levels, fueled by economic hardship, inflation, insecurity, and poor governance. From the streets of Lagos to the remote villages of Borno, hunger is no longer just a statistic—it is a daily battle for survival.

Rising Food Prices: A Meal Now a Luxury

Nigeria’s inflation rate has skyrocketed, with food prices at an all-time high. A bag of rice that once cost ₦8,000 now sells for over ₦60,000. Bread, a staple for many families, has become a luxury. Even garri, once considered "the poor man's food," is now beyond reach for many.

In markets across the country, traders complain of fewer customers, while buyers struggle to afford even the basics. "I used to buy a full carton of noodles for my children, but now I can only afford three sachets," says Aisha, a mother of four in Kano.

Farmers in Crisis: The Fields Grow Silent

Nigeria was once a proud agricultural nation, but today, farming is a dangerous occupation. Banditry, kidnappings, and conflicts between herders and farmers have forced many to abandon their fields. In Benue and Zamfara, farmers are afraid to cultivate their land, fearing attacks. Without local food production, the country relies more on expensive imports, worsening the crisis.

Children: The Face of Malnutrition

The most tragic victims of hunger are Nigeria’s children. According to UNICEF, over 25 million Nigerians are at risk of food insecurity, with children suffering the most. In the IDP camps of Borno, skeletal figures of malnourished children tell a heartbreaking story. Many suffer from severe acute malnutrition, with little access to medical care.

Mothers like Mariam, who fled Boko Haram violence, share painful stories. "My baby cries all night because there is no food. Sometimes, I give him water and hope he sleeps."

The Government’s Response: Too Little, Too Late?

Despite numerous promises, government efforts to combat hunger have been inadequate. Programs like the National Social Investment Program (NSIP) and Anchor Borrowers' Program (ABP) have failed to significantly impact the lives of ordinary Nigerians. Corruption and mismanagement continue to plague relief efforts, with reports of food aid being diverted or hoarded by politicians.

Hope in Community Efforts

While the government struggles, individuals and organizations are stepping up. Churches, mosques, and NGOs are providing food relief to the most vulnerable. In Lagos, a youth-led initiative called Food for All distributes meals to street children every weekend.

"We cannot wait for the government," says Chinedu, one of the organizers. "If we don't help each other, who will?"

Conclusion: A Nation at a Crossroads

Nigeria stands at a dangerous crossroads. Hunger is not just about food—it is about dignity, survival, and the future of millions. Without urgent action, the crisis will deepen, leading to more poverty, crime, and instability.

The question remains: Will the leaders act before it is too late? Or will the people continue to suffer in a land overflowing with riches?

22/05/2025

MysticBenny

Building a Marriage That Endures”—centered on the line: “Care for your spouse in the days of your strength so that when your strength fails, she will be there to......

Title: Strength for Two: Building a Marriage That Endures
Text: Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 – “Two are better than one… If either of them falls, one can help the other up.”

Introduction

Marriage is not merely about companionship—it is about covenant. It’s a sacred union where two souls agree to walk together, love together, fight together, and grow old together. But sadly, many pour love when it is convenient and withdraw it when it is most needed.

Today, we are reminded of a divine truth: Care for your spouse in the days of your strength… so that when your strength fails, she’ll be there to… The question is: to do what? To stand. To hold. To weep. To carry. To remain.

1. Love Is Best Proven in Seasons of Strength (Ephesians 5:25)

When you are young, healthy, and strong—when life is full of dreams and ambitions—invest in love.
Many wait for old age to show appreciation. But the seeds of loyalty are sown in youth. Love her. Honor him. Listen. Serve. Laugh. Build memories. Because one day, words may fade—but what you built in strength will carry you in weakness.

2. Marriage Is for Sacrifice, Not Selfishness (Philippians 2:4–7)

Christ gave Himself for the Church. In marriage, we mirror this. The days of strength are not for domination, silence, or neglect—they are for pouring out.
If you don’t carry her when you’re strong, who will carry you when your legs can’t? If you don’t respect him when he provides, will he feel safe when he no longer can?

3. The Test of a Good Marriage Is Not the Wedding Day, But the Weary Days (Proverbs 17:17)

When sickness comes. When memory fades. When walking becomes hard and talking becomes slow—will your spouse be there?
That answer depends on how you treated them when your hands were still steady and your voice still loud. Your strength is a season of sowing. What you plant now, you will harvest later.

4. God Sees How You Love His Daughter or Son (Malachi 2:14)

Marriage is not just between two—it is witnessed by Heaven. God is the unseen Guest at every union. And He watches how you speak, how you forgive, how you provide, and how you protect.
He will bless those who honor the covenant and discipline those who break it in secret.

Conclusion:

Care for your spouse in the days of your strength… so that when your strength fails, she’ll be there to hold you, to cover you, to honor you.
For the time will come when all your hands can do is reach. Will she reach back? Will he still look into your eyes with love? That answer lies not in future promises, but in present faithfulness.

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Final Prayer:

“Lord, teach us to love while we still can. Teach us to forgive, to protect, to cherish, and to serve our spouses in the season of strength. That when our strength fades, may we reap the love we sowed, and find You at the center of our union. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

22/05/2025

The Little Seed and the Mighty Oak
Mystic Benny

In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, there was a boy named Tobi. He was the son of a poor farmer, and every day, he watched his father toil under the sun, planting seeds that seemed too tiny to matter.

One day, Tobi found a small acorn by the riverbank. It was plain and unimpressive, but something about it felt special. He dug a hole near his hut and planted it with care.

“Why bother with that?” his friends laughed. “It’s too small to become anything great.”

But Tobi watered it daily, shielding it from goats and storms. Seasons passed, and while the villagers barely noticed, the little acorn sprouted into a young tree.

Years turned into decades. Tobi grew into a man, his hands rough from labor, his heart strong with patience. The once-small acorn had transformed into the mightiest oak in the village. Its branches stretched wide, offering shade to travelers, fruit to the hungry, and wood for builders.

The same friends who mocked him now sat beneath its shade, marveling at its strength. “We never thought it would grow,” they admitted.

Tobi only smiled. He had learned the truth—great things often start small.

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Moral lesson: Every great thing begins as something small. The key is patience, effort, and faith.

22/05/2025

My Ash and I
By MysticBenny

Once, I was breath—
wind woven into flesh,
a whisper in the hands of time.
I moved as though eternal,
forgetting the dust that shaped me.

Then came the ash, the quiet stain,
a mark of mourning, yet a promise—
that all I own, all I am,
will slip through these fingers,
like embers fading into the sky.

My ash and I, we walk as one,
it clings to my skin, whispers my fate,
but not as an end—no, not an end—
a door, a thinning veil,
a path homeward through the dust.

For in the ash, I hear the call—
return, return, return—
not to nothing, but to everything,
not to sorrow, but to light,
not to loss, but to Him.

22/05/2025

The Gaze of Mystic Benny

Veiled in white, a crown untamed,
Grace and wisdom softly framed.
Eyes like twilight, fierce and deep,
Holding secrets silence keeps.

Gold-streaked tresses kiss the air,
Whispering truths both bold and rare.
A poet’s soul, a scribe of fate,
Weaving words that captivate.

The storm has come, the storm has passed,
Yet strength remains, unbound, steadfast.
A face that speaks of tales untold,
Of love, of fire, of hearts grown bold.

Mystic Benny, timeless light,
Draped in day, yet born for night.
Where visions dance and spirits roam,
She walks between, yet calls it home.

22/05/2025

Title: “The Weight We Carry” (A Parable of the Path)
MysticBenny

In the ancient city of Elah, every child was born with an invisible sack. No one knew what was in it, not even the parents. At birth, the sack was light as a feather, but as the child grew, so did the burden inside. And when the child came of age, the sack would take its place upon their shoulders, becoming a visible load—each different in shape, size, and weight.

There came a day called The Rising Day, when all youths, now bearers of their burden, were summoned to begin the Journey of Becoming. It was a long road stretching across valleys, hills, deserts, and rivers, ending at the Gate of Fulfillment. Beyond the gate was Destiny—but only those who reached it could enter.

Among the travelers were three friends: Adaeze, the Compassionate; Kelechi, the Bold; and Dami, the Quick-Witted.

Adaeze’s burden was large and misshapen, filled with things she could not name—perhaps sorrows passed down from generations, unseen heartbreaks, secret callings, and sacred duties yet to be fulfilled. Her pace was slow, but her spirit never wavered.

Kelechi’s burden was medium in size, but it carried fire. It was ambition, trauma, and the hunger to prove himself. He strode with force, often ahead of the others, but the fire burned hot and fast.

Dami’s burden was small and nimble, filled with talents, charm, and ease. He ran ahead like the wind, often calling back to the others, “Come on, catch up!”

As the journey unfolded, things began to change.

In the Valley of Comparison, Kelechi grew bitter. He saw others who moved faster, and it ate at him. “Why is my fire not enough?” he shouted. He tried to cast away his burden, but it clung to him. He moved faster still, burning out slowly inside.

In the Forest of Doubts, Dami—once swift and sure—lost his way. His burden, though light, gave him no roots. When the winds of failure blew, he was lifted like a leaf and scattered in circles. He found himself returning to places he thought he’d passed long ago.

But Adaeze—steady, slow Adaeze—learned to sit by the river when weary. She learned to speak to her burden, to ask it what it was teaching her. And in the Garden of Reflection, something strange happened—her burden bloomed. Out of it came fruit she never planted: wisdom, patience, compassion, clarity.

Many who had rushed ahead stumbled and returned, seeking the path she quietly paved.

Years passed. Some travelers gave up and settled in the in-between lands. Some turned their burden into bitterness and threw stones at others on the path. But Adaeze walked on—sometimes crawling, sometimes crying, but always forward.

One evening, as the sun touched the Gate of Fulfillment, she arrived—not first, not last, but in her time. There stood Kelechi, scarred and humbled, waiting for her. Beside him was Dami, older now, smiling with new peace in his eyes.

“I thought I lost you both,” Adaeze said.

“And we thought we had outrun you,” Dami replied, “but we learned that speed isn’t destiny.”

Kelechi nodded. “We needed your pace to find our purpose.”

As the three entered the Gate together, a voice thundered from within:

“The weight you carried was never a punishment—it was the shaping of your soul. The load chose your pace, and your pace chose your path. Blessed is the one who did not rush, but who learned.”

And from that day, in the city of Elah, elders told their children:
“Do not envy those who run ahead. Ask instead—what am I learning as I walk? For some carry gold, and some carry grief. But all are being prepared for the day their burden blooms.”

22/05/2025

A Man’s True Wealth
MysticBenny

Emeka was a man of means, yet his home was a place of lack. Not because he earned little, but because his wealth was spent everywhere but where it mattered most. He was the type of man who always had money when the boys called for a night out, who never hesitated to impress a lady outside, but at home, his wife had to beg for necessities.

Chinwe, his wife, had grown tired of asking. The bills piled up, their children’s needs were pushed aside, and each time she spoke, he dismissed her with, “I don’t have money.” Yet, every weekend, he stepped out in the finest clothes, hosting drinks, paying for tables, and lavishing gifts on women who weren’t the ones bearing his name or raising his children.

One evening, Emeka returned home to find an empty table—no warm meal, no laughter of his children, just silence. Chinwe sat, waiting.

"You have no food?" he asked.

She looked at him, her voice calm but firm. "You had money for others. Tonight, let them feed you."

That night, Emeka lay awake, the echoes of his wife’s words haunting him. He realized that he had been feeding his pride while starving his home. A man’s true wealth wasn’t in how many outsiders he could impress, but in the strength and love of his household. And he was on the verge of losing it all.

The next morning, Emeka made an excuse to leave the house early. Instead of heading to his usual spots, he sat in his car, staring at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He saw not the confident man he had once believed himself to be, but a stranger—a man who had built a reputation outside while his foundation at home crumbled.

Memories flashed before his eyes: the day he married Chinwe, her joyful tears as she vowed to stand beside him; the nights she stayed up sewing his torn shirts when he had nothing; the meals she prepared with love even when their table was nearly empty. He had promised to provide, to protect, to cherish—but he had done the opposite.

Swallowing his pride, he drove to the market. The same hands that once tossed bills carelessly for luxury now counted carefully for rice, beans, meat, and fresh vegetables. He carried the bags home himself, the weight on his arms nothing compared to the burden on his soul.

When he walked through the door, Chinwe watched him, her expression unreadable. He placed the groceries on the counter, then knelt before her.

"Forgive me, Chinwe," he whispered. "I forgot where my true riches lay."

Tears welled in her eyes, but she said nothing. That night, she cooked for her husband again, and as he ate, for the first time in a long while, the food tasted like love.

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