His not the only son of the Pastor Founder, but you wouldn’t know that from the way he carried himself—loud, proud, and dangerously unguided. To hear him speak, you’d think heaven itself whispered secrets only to him. He ran his mouth as though lineage gave him license to rewrite history and rebuke elders.
He ran his mouth—not to build, but to divide. Parish after parish, he sowed seeds of loyalty to himself, not to the Gospel of God for the Church. Under the guise of “reform,” he installed his own men for a long-dead agenda he started in 2015, now dressed in fresh ambition. It was never about faith. It was always about power.
He ran his mouth on social media too, presenting half-truths as divine revelation. With each post, he painted himself as a custodian of the Pastor Founder’s legacy—yet the man he spoke of, he barely knew. His versions of history were riddled with holes, but boldness made his lies sound like scripture.
He ran his mouth even at home against his siblings bound to him by blood and grace, he wielded words like whips accusing, shaming, controlling. As if the family name was a throne, and he alone had the crown.
And worst of all—he ran his mouth to assassinate the character of any who dared resist. Elders, youth leaders, women of prayer none are spared. He didn’t need weapons. His tongue was sharper than any sword. He didn’t need a pulpit. His audience was wherever scandal would spread.
In every age, there rises a man who mistakes noise for anointing.
But even a loud mouth must one day answer to the voice of truth.
