Real Relationships Magazine

Rev Kola Ewuosho Poverty is the scarcity or the lack of a certain (variant) amount of material possessions or money.UNESCO defines poverty is a multifaceted concept, which may include social, economic, and political elements. Absolute poverty, extreme poverty, or destitution refers to the complete lack of the means necessary to meet basic personal needs such as food, clothing and shelter. The above definition is from Wikipedia. It captures the natural expression of the state of poverty. There will be natural reasons for this state of poverty, like any situation in life will be a product of something in the natural. Whenever any uncomfortable state is perpetuated, we can suspect that there are spiritual dimensions that bring about the perpetual states. The spiritual dimensions affect the mindset, the actions and hence the imaginations and expectations of people whose lives experience things that perpetuate the state. These spiritual dimensions can be seen to be brought about by spi

Recently I have been led to examine this concept that I find fascinating because it has intrigued me right from t he time in the university when it  was first brought to my notice. It is the concept that I call cheating.  Scenario 1: Judith has been faithfully  following the Lord  since her high school days; she has remained chaste, committed and holy as much as she could possibly muster. She was a pillar of support to the brethren everywhere, a counselor to many and  a good example. In the twilight of her college days, she had begun to fancy a relationship would blossom between her and Sylvester another committed and faithful brother she had known for some time now in the fellowship. She had grown attached to him  in fact  and fancied that a relationship leading to marriage was in the offing. Then Jenny stepped into the scene! She was literarily from another planet, living an existence at the very opposite of Judith. She just got saved and  wh am !   Took  the whole fellowship by

The right oil largely depends on 2 major factors,          ~   Fatty Acids. Olive Oil Choosing the right oil largely depends on the type of fatty acid missing or is less in your overall diet routine. There are two basic essential fatty acids derived from nutrition, namely omega-3 and 0mega-6.fatty acids. These fatty acids are said to be essential because they are derived from the food we consume. The source of these fatty acids vary, and it is not limited to culinary oils, they can be sourced from other foods in their whole forms as well, such as seeds, nuts, vegetables and even sea foods (oily fish). It is important culinary oils should be picked based on the fatty acid that is missing or is less in your overall diet regimen because we need these (Omega3/6 fatty) fatty acids on a daily basis. According to a dieting principle the “50 factor” principle, these two fatty acids are a daily requirement In every ones daily diet regimen, as part of the recommended nutrients

The answer to the above question is fundamental to healthy culinary and this is why: Most of the cookware we use in recent times is made of different types of metals and these metals are reactive and would readily react to any element it comes In contact with especially water. Some of these reactive metals are: Aluminum Copper Cast iron and Stainless steel Amongst these metals some are more reactive than others; nevertheless, the bottom line is consistent they all react and leach in to foods cooked in them. Unfortunately, nothing can be done to eliminate this situation because that is the nature of these metals. Having said, we can at least try to minimize the levels of the leaching by maintaining and using the cookware properly. Tips to maintain and use cookware properly: Discard worn-out cookware: worn-out cookware is that cookware you have used for a long period of time. Remember, the older the cookware the more the leaching takes place. This is why you hav

Moji's Account While she shut her eyes tight laying on the couch, a million thoughts rushed through her head .What if I did too much? She lastly thought. Then she heard the door shut behind her and some foot steps towards her, she felt his gaze on her and could tell he was right beside her. She felt his soft pat on her shoulders, Busola!! Busola! Please go into the room and sleep, you know how I dislike it when you sleep in the sitting room, what if someone walked in? She sat upright and yawned just after, am sorry dear, I must have slept off. Welcome, how was work? It was fine, he answered real quick and left for the room. It was clear her darling Samson saw the message, usually he planted a kiss and gave a tight homely hug every time he came back from work but instead he gave a cold response and scolded her for sleeping on the couch. Worried and confused of what to do next, s

At 7 pm, she heard Samson park his car in the garage. Her heart skipped a beat. She feigned sleep... But her mind was wide awake, it took Samson at least 5 minutes to get down from the car, but not that night. It was over 15 minutes and Samson had not come out. Busola stood up from her pretence to peep through the window to check if something was wrong. “What is he planning oh? this man! Ekaete must have sent a screenshot of the message, CHAI! These Whatsapp people sef--everytime update update and they are not making reasonable changes, why can’t there be a social media where someone will not screenshot message ehn! No privacy. Mstcheew. Should I go outside? Should i go back to the couch?” As she kept asking irrelevant questions, she heard a knock on the door. KpoKpoKpo...KpoKpoKpo. “Samson why are you knocking in your house now,” she said faking a smile as she opened the door. “You know I just made my hair and nails just the way you like them and you’re angry, I just wanted my

Ndidi As she walked through those rows occupied by "church people " whose eyes were glued to the energetic moving figure on the platform Ndidi wished she could forget the hurt like she forgot her bible at home. She felt so heavy, even a downpour could learn a thing or two Today of all days, she wished she was just a normal brethren with no responsibilities As an usher, smiles were never supposed to be erased from her face and being cordial was a way of life. Even when the bruises on her hands were screaming at her, even the pain reliever was ineffective. Her head was throbbing, her feet were shaking, her heart was angry. She hated this feeling, it was unfamiliar "Please can I get an envelope" a member asked "Yes, have it Ma" she politely replied. She felt like her heart had been hijacked because it seemed like blood had been replaced with a mixture of anger, pain, sadness and disappointment Now the worst was about to happen as the bubbly he

Angela Busola stared at the grand father's clock on the wall. She was nervous,...apprehension seemed to mock her but she knew that she has done the right thing -Sending that text to her husband and warning Ekaete off her husband . Now she began to ponder on where she had gone wrong to make her husband get distracted by a mere girl like Ekaete. She knew that she has been occupied by her numerous fasting and prayer programmes, but that was only because she believed that her faith was being tested especially since the event that almost took her life continued to plague her in her dreams. She couldn't not bear to think of what Samson's reaction would be but she was sure that God was with her. Down the lane, a small self-con stood by the side of the road, it's interior beautiful and attractive. Ekaete stood by the window pane giggling softly as she stared at her phone. Silly Busola she thought, did she think a text message was enough to keep her away from Samson?. She

Anita sat in the reception room waiting. She looked at her wrist watch, it was 9am, she had been waiting for one hour. She didn’t mind though. This was her first interview in months and she would wait for as long as it took.  Ever since she was let go from her job five months ago. Finding another had been super hard. She had browsed the internet, read newspapers for vacancies, gone to every potential job hire. And all of them had led to nothing. After the second month she had rapidly sank into depression as her rent neared expiration, as her mother fell suddenly ill and as her little sister stayed home crying because she couldn’t afford to pay her school fees. When she finally got this job interview, it was all she could do not to throw cartwheels. Finally! She thought. Something good was happening to her. So on the morning of the interview she had taken great care with her makeup and her clothes. This was the first real thing she was getting in months and no way in hell was s

Vote Choice “Hi Honey, how is working going? I decided to go do my hair and nails today after my meeting with Claudia. I hope you will like the style I chose. You know I do them to look good for you. My dear, there is a matter I will like to bring to you attention that has been bothering me for a while now. It's your communication with Ekaete. I know you are very fond of her and always willing to help her. I want to believe that unknown to you an appropriate soul tie often developed without your knowledge. I am a woman and my instincts tell me you are on a wrong path. I know what I am talking about. I believe strongly that you need to wean yourself from that girl. Please darling, for the interest of our marriage could you cut all communication with her? Don’t call anymore. Don’t answer her phone calls. Don’t email her. Delete her email and phone contact. Please don't say my paranoia has resumed like you always say. I see danger ahead. Talk to you when you get home. Love Al