I don’t know why, but anytime I want to talk, my nose starts itching me. Maybe it’s a sign, or maybe I need deliverance—who knows? Anyway, let’s get to the matter at hand.
Someone sent me a TikTok video by truth be told 890. I don’t usually share people’s videos, but this one was something else. There was a fine boy—very fresh-looking, designer t-shirt, everything on point. He was walking with a man in a very fine suit, looking fresh, in what appeared to be overseas. The whole scene got me thinking about something fundamental.
Why is it that people who follow men of God can’t keep some things private? If it were a person like me—madman, no shame—I would talk about everything because I have nothing to hide. But these men of God, we allegedly see things. Yes, allegedly, because if you don’t want trouble, you must always say “allegedly.”
Now, bloggers and content creators, please leave people alone! They were asking why the man of God wasn’t wearing his prayer apron overseas. Are they expecting him to wear an apron in a civilized country where demons are more gentle? You don’t need to shout or fight with demons abroad. Unlike in Nigeria, where demons turn like helicopters before they leave, abroad, you say, “In Jesus’ name,” and they simply walk away. Nigerian demons will break chairs, speakers, and even refuse to come out unless they’ve caused havoc.
That video opened my eyes to something deeper. I realized that while some people are preparing for Rapture, others are preparing their children for a better future overseas. That was the day I decided that my children would not suffer the same fate. I worked hard, alongside my wife, to ensure that they had a better life. Now, I watch them flourish, and I have no regrets.
Some of you are here, wearing aprons, giving stickers, calendars, anointed water, and oil, while the children of pastors and general overseers are studying and living in comfort overseas. You starve yourselves, quoting scriptures in the midst of poverty, while some of us sneak out for medical check-ups abroad, resting in houses in the UK when our Nigerian houses are being renovated.
Listen, I have made up my mind—I will buy houses overseas, get long-term visas, even permanent residency if possible. When I travel abroad, I sleep well, my skin glows, and I don’t get angry. Over there, I don’t have nightmares about demons or slow progress. The environment itself is peaceful. In Nigeria, someone dreams of a snail, and it means their life is slow. Someone dreams of a snake, and it means they are under attack. Meanwhile, abroad, someone dreams and goes back to sleep peacefully.
One night, my wife woke up crying. I asked what happened, and she said she dreamt that I died. I laughed. Die ke? How can I die when I am the one providing my own electricity, water, security, and transport? What have I done to deserve death? I told her to sleep and dream another dream because I’m not dying anytime soon. Not until I see Nigeria become better.
People, wake up! Build your life, know God for yourself, and develop yourself. One day, when the children of general overseers return home, looking fresh and well-married, don’t say they used you. Nobody used you—you were just a fool.
Some of you ask why I sent my children abroad and why they married white women. Bring your daughters and let’s see if my sons will reject them. In Nigeria, you marry and must buy cows, sponsor big weddings, and give money to in-laws. Meanwhile, abroad, my in-laws were simply happy with a bouquet of flowers. In Germany, my son’s in-laws even sponsored the wedding and decorated the baby’s nursery before the child was born. It’s a different mindset entirely.
When I talk with my children, their wives don’t interrupt. They mind their business until spoken to. But here, before you finish a sentence, a Nigerian daughter-in-law is already typing a response in her mind. The difference is clear.
So, bloggers, YouTubers, and religious people, leave us alone! Live your life well. Don’t waste it. As for me, I just ate, drank a soft drink, and now I will rest. I will enjoy my life while I’m still alive. My children will not use my funeral to make money.
I remain Dr. Charles Apoki. I may not be normal, but I have sense. Learn yours too.
God bless you!
