JESUS DID NOT CURSE THE FIG TREE BECAUSE HE WAS HUNGRY.

HE CURSED IT BECAUSE IT WAS PRETENDING.

When you read the account in Mark 11:12–14, it can seem confusing at first.

Jesus approaches a fig tree looking for fruit…
finds none…

and then curses it.

But this was not about food.

This was about fruit.

In the first-century context, fig trees were known for something important:

If a fig tree had leaves, it was supposed to have early fruit.

Leaves were a sign.

A signal.

An announcement that fruit should be there.

But this tree had appearance without substance.

It looked fruitful…

but had nothing to offer.

And Jesus responds by saying:

“May no one ever eat fruit from you again.”

The Greek word used for fruit is (karpos)
which means result, produce, evidence of life.

This wasn’t just about figs.

This was a prophetic act.

Throughout the Old Testament, Israel is often symbolized as a fig tree.

A nation that had religious appearance…

but lacked true righteousness and obedience.

So when Jesus cursed the fig tree…

He was exposing something deeper:

God is not impressed with appearance.
He is looking for fruit.

Now bring this to today.

There are many people who have leaves.

They look the part.

They know the language.

They can quote Scripture.

They have platforms.

They have followers.

They have titles.

But when you examine their lives…

there is no karpos.

No real fruit.

No transformation.

No holiness.

No evidence of God’s work.

Just appearance.

What’s the first food you’d eat if calories didn’t matter?

EPISODE THREE
" No one has to know about this,or how I killed my husband ".she shouted loudly.Unknownly to her,bintu was at the door,she forgot her handkerchief and as she was about to touch the doorknob,she heard her Madam's voice and heard everything she said.
Immediately Bintu heard this,she screamed"JESUS" so loudly that mamayode came outside and asked the expected question:"wetin you hear".
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Rachael awaited her sister to arrive that night but she didn't show up,she didn't hear her sister's "I don come o,where my food dey".she didn't take out the remnants of food bintu brought back from the shop.she didn't hear her sister's suspicion of mamayode the day that she came to the shop and met charity and the whole place messed up with mamayode asking them to sweep the shop again,which was so strange and unusual.
Rachael called for two hours until one o o'clock struck,then two, then three, then four before she fell helplessly asleep on the 10 year old Mat they had scince Rachael was ten and snored like a dirty pig running around in broad daylight.
Charity visited mamayode one sunny Wednesday afternoon after she had finished serving her customers.she sat on a high stool and waited for mamayode to talk with her.
Mamayode didn't want to come at first,but knowing that her friend came all the way from the united kingdom to see her,she grew rapidly guilty and soon found herself talking with charity and adjusting her wrapper from time to time.
Charity spoke:"I know you don't want yo speak to me but it's alright.i noticed you have only one female worker.......where is she?
"I.....I no....no where she dey ".mamayode spoke,scared that she might ask further questions and find out the truth.she had already tied the mouths of her workers so nobody could gossip or say anything as regards to bintu's disappearance..
"em...see.....forget that matter,how you dey na,wetin you dey find for my shop".
"Yode,no naw you don pass this level ,shey you suppose dey package,dey speak English.You don forget say we finish secondary school together.Yode,you've changed o.And I'm telling you this as a good friend that I am.You've become so secretive even to me....."
"Charity"she shouted so loud that all her customers looked at her.she apologized to her customers and sent charity away, telling her not to step foot in her shop again
Mamayode closed for the day and went to her usual spot to collect her sacred water.she was about to collect the bucket from the attendant when her phone rang.It was bintu's sister,asking about her whereabouts. Immediately she heared Rachael's voice,she hung up and hurriedly dragged the water from the MORTUARY ATTENDANT.
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WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE FOUR

Something sweet #foodie

What’s a food combo you love that everyone else finds weird?

Everything fake feels good at first..

- P*rn is fake sex.
- Alcohol is fake fun.
- Junk food is fake nutrition.
- Drugs are fake happiness.
- Smøking is fake calm.
- Social media is fake connection.

Don’t lose your real life chasing fake things.

Everything fake feels good at first..

- P*rn is fake sex.
- Alcohol is fake fun.
- Junk food is fake nutrition.
- Drugs are fake happiness.
- Smøking is fake calm.
- Social media is fake connection.

Don’t lose your real life chasing fake things.

Eat your water, don’t just drink it

Staying hydrated isn’t just about water Foods like watermelon, cucumber, and oranges are packed with hydration. Add them to your diet for better energy, skin, and overall health

PART 2: “I DIDN’T TELL HER… SO HOW DID SHE KNOW? ”#solomon happy

I stared at the message for minutes.

Goosebumps everywhere.

She said she heard my voice in her dream.

That night…

I actually slept hungry.

No food. No strength.

Just silence.

And somehow…

She felt it.

Is it really true that a mother can feel her child’s pain from far away?

I quickly checked my balance again…

The ₦5,000 was real.

But something didn’t feel normal…

What she said next scared me… (PART 3)

PART 1: “MY MOM SENT ME ₦5,000… BUT THE MESSAGE THAT CAME WITH IT SHOOK ME ”

I was broke.

Like… no food, no data, nothing.

I didn’t tell anyone. Not even my mom.

Then suddenly…

₦5,000 CREDIT ALERT.

From my mom.

Right after, her message came in:

«“My son, I couldn’t sleep… I kept hearing your voice saying ‘mummy I’m hungry.’”»

I froze.

Because I NEVER told her anything…

How did she know? (PART 2)

My parents gave me love.

I remember it in small things. The food on the table. The rides. The way they checked on me without making a big deal out of it.

Back then, I didn't think much of it. It was just how life was. I assumed everyone had it, that it would always be there.

Now I know. That constancy, that showing up day after day, was the thing that mattered most and still does.

#mom&dad
#iloveyousomuch&thankyouufor everything