FAN Echoing VOICE

16/07/2026

Heavenly Father,

We thank You for Your love, mercy, and faithfulness over Fan District. We commit every family, church, community, and leader into Your hands. Let Your peace reign throughout the district, and let Your presence bring unity, love, and spiritual revival among Your people.

Lord, bless every ministry and every believer in Fan District. Grant wisdom, strength, and grace to all who serve You. Open new doors for evangelism, discipleship, and kingdom growth. Let lives be transformed, and may many come to know Christ through the work of the churches in the district.

We especially pray for the District Head. Fill him with the wisdom of the Holy Spirit to lead with humility, integrity, and compassion. Strengthen them physically, spiritually, and emotionally. Protect them and their family from every evil, and surround them with love.

Father, bless the plans and programs of the district. Provide every needed resource, preserve unity among the churches, and let every challenge become a testimony of Your power. May Fan District continue to shine as a light for Christ and bring glory to Your holy name.

We declare that the work of the Lord in Fan District will prosper, and that Your kingdom will continue to advance through every congregation.

In Jesus' mighty name, Amen.

10/07/2026

12/02/2026

NZEM BEROM 2026

20/12/2025

The Cry of the Voiceless Poor Man on Genocide

I cry, but my cry has no echo.
My voice dies in the dust of forgotten streets,
Where bones learn the language of silence
And blood becomes a history no one wants to read.

I am poor,
So my tears are not televised.
My death does not interrupt the news.
My village burns quietly,
While the world debates numbers instead of names.

They say there is no genocide in conference halls,
With clean hands and polished shoes.
But they do not smell the smoke of my mother’s hut,
Or hear the final prayer of a child
Whose only crime was being born in a poor family

I scream beneath the mass graves,
But justice is deaf when the victim has no power.
My skin, my tribe, my faith—
They became the reason my life was negotiable.

Where are the guardians of humanity?
Where is the law that protects the poor?
Why does my blood dry faster
Because I have no voice, no vote, no gold?

I am not a statistic.
I am a father who never returned home.
I am a child whose future was buried alive.
I am a mother still rocking emptiness.

O world,
If my cry does not move you,
Then genocide has not only killed my body—
It has murdered your conscience.

Remember me.
Even if my name is lost,
Let my cry remain
As a wound in your memory,
So silence will never again be an accomplice.

A Voice without human help

25/11/2025

Pray for Fan and Nigeria at large

06/11/2025

WUSAL BEROM 2025