𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎! Borussia Dortmund agree deal to sign Jobe Bellingham, all done

Record sale for Sunderland worth €33m fixed fee plus €5m add-ons and also 15% sell-on clause included.

Excellent addition for BVB and impressive sale also for Sunderland after turning down initial €20m proposal.

Excluding add-ons, Jobe Bellingham will become 2nd most expensive signing in Borussia Dortmund’s history and with realistic add-ons in place, it could happen.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃.

Mercy Johnson’s Official Response

Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing well.

I usually don’t respond to drama or online callouts, but I feel the need to address recent statements made about me by Angela Okorie.

First of all, I come from a place of peace. I’ve spent years working hard in this industry, trying to grow, evolve, and focus on my family and career. I’ve never claimed to be perfect — I’m just a woman trying to live with integrity and love.

Angela, I truly don’t know what pain you may be carrying, but I want to say this from my heart: If I have ever hurt you in any way, directly or indirectly, I’m sorry. Not because I feel guilty of any wrongdoing — but because peace is more valuable than pride.

However, I also won’t allow my name or character to be misrepresented without defending my truth. I stand by who I am, what I believe in, and the values I hold dear.

To my fans and the public, thank you for standing by me. Please let’s not spread hate or negativity — let’s choose kindness, maturity, and mutual respect.

Life is short. Let’s build, not break. Let’s pray for one another, not pull each other down.

Love always,
Mercy Johnson Okojie.
#mercyjohnsonokojie
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Lîsten up, Mên! Here’s Why Yóu Don’t Marry a W0man Over 35 The Math, the Biology, the Reality

Whelên I tell you don’t marry a woman over 35, I’m nôt just throwing opinions.
I’m giving you cold logic, fãcts, and brutal masculine truth that society is too scared to say out loud.
Let’s brêak it down.

Let’s say she became sêxua||y active at 18.
She’s nôw 35. That’s 17 years of sêxual activity.
If she ãveraged just 10 men per year and believe me, that’s modest for many in this era of “exploring” and “experiencing” that’s 170 men.

Yes, 170 dîfferent men have had access to her body.
170 opportunities to pair-bond, create soul ties, and destroy her ability to submit to one man.
Yôu want peace with a woman like that?
Bro, you’ll be fighting emotîônal ghosts and soul trauma daily.

Nôw let’s talk biology.

By age 35, she’s a|ready lost over 90% of her egg supply.
That’s not speculation. That’s science.
The peak fertility window for women is between 18 and 28. After that, fertility drops drastica||y, and after 35, it’s a dangerous gamble.
You’ll spend mi||lions chasing IVF, praying for miracles, or end up childless with a woman who has nothing to give but complaints and comparison.

Now let’s get darker.

If she was hãving unprotected sex often (which is common in “serious” or “long-term” re|ationships) she may have had multiple abortions.
At 20 pôtential pregnancy events over those years?
You’re looking at a wôman who could’ve terminated 20 lives, and now wants to settle down like it’s just anôther phase.
And you? You’re supposed to be the fool who gîves her a ring and raises her leftover future?

Let’s be rea| you’re not her dream man.
You’re just the last option now that the games are over and the clock is ticking.

You don’t bui|d a dynasty on a used foundation.
You don’t marry history, you marry future potential.
And the o|der she is, the more of her value is already behind her.

Choose wise|y or suffer silently.

Crêdit: EMMACK
moral lesson:To whom it may concern

"I’ll always choose Davido over Wizkid, any day, any time. Davido is truly humble, while Wizkid comes off as too prôud and full of himself.

I've had the chance to meet both Wizkid and Davido, and honestly, Wizkid gave off a próud and arrógant vibe. It surprises me when people say they prefer Wizkid over Davido. Despite being born into a wealthy family, Davido remains hardworking and down-to-earth. From what I’ve observed, if Wizkid had grown up with the same privilege Davido had, he probably wouldn’t have put in half as much effort. That’s why I believe any reasonable person would pick Davido over Wizkid." – Jim Iyke

HANDSOME DRIVER ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT OFF IN BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER'S ROOM

Liam had just landed a dream job as a private driver for the ultra-wealthy Carrington family. Known for his charm and dashing looks, Liam kept a low profile, focusing solely on his job. One night, after a grueling back andforth drive to and from a late evening gala, exhaustion overcame him. He arrived at the mansion, parked the car, and went in to ask for a glass of water from one of the housemates before retiring to the staff quarters.
The entire mansion was unusually quiet. The maids were nowhere to be found, probably off duty or resting. Liam, confused and dizzy from the long day, walked through a hallway, searching for a spare room to nap in. The door to a guest room was slightly a jar. Thinking it was empty, he slipped in and collapsed on the bed, completely unaware it was the room of the billionaire's only daughter, Arya Carrington.
Arya had stepped into the adjoining bathroom after her bath when she saw Liam's shoes outside the bed. Peeking through the bathroom door, her heart raced. There was a man in her bed. Instinctively, she grabbed a hairbrush as a weapon and crept closer. But when she recognized the face, her brows knitted.
What was their driver doing in her bed? Instead of screaming, Arya did something unexpected. She stood there watching him. His chest rose and fell so peacefully, and there was something unusually innocent about his face as he slept. Her initial anger softened into curiosity. Arya had always found Liam attractive, but seeing him there completely vulnerable stirred something new in her.
She left him there and curled up on the Sha's lounge, deciding to deal with him in the morning. But her sleep didn't come easy. Every sound he made kept her awake. Morning broke, sunlight flooding through the windows. Liam stirred, confused, and sat up slowly. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Arya seated across the room, arms folded, glaring at him.
"What on earth are you doing in my room?" she asked coldly. Liam stammered, trying to piece his words together, but she stood up, raised a brow, and said, "Relax. You're lucky I didn't scream and get you fired." Her tone held a strange mixture of anger and intrigue. Liam quickly apologized and fled the room, heart pounding.
But neither of them knew that night had changed everything. Word hadn't gotten out about the incident, thanks to Aria's silence, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She began watching Liam from her bedroom window as he cleaned the car or opened doors for guests. There was something about his politeness, the way he smiled at the staff and remained unaffected by the luxury surrounding him.
Liam, on the other hand, kept a safe distance. Embarrassed, he avoided eye contact with Arya at all costs. But one afternoon, while driving her to a shopping complex, she suddenly said, "You snore when you sleep." He almost hit the brakes from shock. She giggled for the first time in front of him, and that moment shattered the wall between them.

To be continued....

BILLIONAIRE CHOSE HIS MAID OVER HIS FIANCÉE — AND PAID THE PRICE

Darlington Obi, the sole heir to the OB group holdings, had never been one for surprises.
Yet, on that breezy Wednesday afternoon, he arrived at his estate without alerting anyone. Not his staff, not his fianceé, not even his mother, who usually micromanaged his every step. His flight from London had landed earlier than expected, and for the first time in years, he wanted to walk into his mansion without the burden of fanfare or formal greetings.
The towering black gates slid open silently, and his convoy remained outside while he stepped in alone, holding just a leather bag and wearing a simple black polo with navy blue slacks. The stillness inside was unsettling. The chandelier above the entrance cast soft shadows on the white marble floor as he made his way toward the kitchen, drawn by the faint sound of music and laughter.
It was not the kind of laughter that came from privilege or pretense. It was genuine, pure, melodic and strangely contagious. And there she was, barefoot on the tiled floor, her wrapper tied loosely around her waist, headscarf swaying as she spun in slow circles with a mop in one hand and her other hand lifted toward the ceiling like a ballerina.
She danced like someone who didn't know the world was watching, like someone whose joy wasn't dependent on money or fame. The Bluetooth speaker beside the pantry hummed with a soft tune by Asa, and every step she took fell in rhythm with the song Darlington froze. Not because she was the most beautiful woman he had seen, though her smooth dark skin and natural smile lit something within him, but because her freedom, her joy, and her authenticity struck him like lightning in a dry season.
For a man who had seen the world closed billionaire deals and walked red carpets with women who wore diamonds like clothing, this moment felt like a window into a life he had forgotten existed. It wasn't just about attraction. It was about something deeper. peace, purity, and presence. He didn't say a word, just watched until she twirled, startled to see him standing there.
She gasped, fumbled with the mop, and almost slipped. "Oga, I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I didn't know you were back." Her eyes widened with fear, perhaps thinking she would be scolded or fired for using the speaker. "But Darlington only smiled and shook his head gently." Don't stop," he said softly, stepping further into the room.
"I've never seen someone dance like that so free." Her eyes dropped to the floor as she apologized again, reaching to turn off the music. But he stopped her hand. That moment marked a shift, a dangerous one. In that small space of silence between her heartbeat and his, something unspoken was born.
and neither of them knew that everything in their world was about to change because of a dance upstairs in a bedroom laced with velvet curtains and French perfume. Cassandra Au scrolled through her tablet while a maid painted her toenails a radiant shade of wine. She had no idea Darlington had returned.
And even if she did, she wouldn't have rushed downstairs to welcome him. That wasn't her style. Love to her was about possession, a calculated alliance between her family's legacy and his. She was a daughter of Chief Au, an oil tycoon whose influence ran through political veins like blood. The engagement between Cassandra and Darlington was a merger of powerhouses.

To be continued...

Breaking News

Elon Musk reveals that his device Blindsight will be very cheap so that people who were born blind or got blind can see . He added that with the blindsight you can see things that are even a kilometer away from you and you can zoom it closer . This is going to get better with time as he says it there will be updates .

Elon insisted that there will be no need developing a device to help people and at the same time making it so expensive that they can’t afford .

Moral lesson : This will spoil so many businesses especially for some fake prophets .

Who’s gonna be the Man of the Match?

Jay-Jay Okocha, former Paris Saint-Germain player, after predicting PSG's victory in the final:

"I told many people that PSG was going to beat Inter and lift the trophy, but nobody believed me. PSG has been in great form, and I truly believed they would win. It’s been so many years without this trophy, and I’m absolutely thrilled to see PSG finally lifting it.

Jay-Jay Okocha made 95 appearances for PSG. So good they named him twice.“They made it look so easy

Jay-Jay Okocha after his former team, PSG won the Champions League:Arrived in Munich for the UCL final and bumped into the legendary footballer Jay Jay Okocha - so good they named him twice

A courteous and amiable individual. A genius with the round leather at his feet. One of the greatest talent to come out of Africa.He was signed by PSG for $18 million, after he had 30 goals, 16 assists in 62 league games for Fenerbahce from 1996-98.

He wore jersey no. 10 in a PSG squad which had Ronaldinho, Anelka, Arteta, Heinze, Pochettino.

If a woman is going through heartbreak and she wants to take revenge on you, the next thing she does is to look for men and stop jumping from one bed to another bed.

Sometimes it looks as if your ex becomes more beautiful when she left you, its a bloody lie, she's still worse, the reason is simply because she's now have free access to jump from one bed to another and so since her body is her market she has to apply more make up and wear more sexy clothes so she can sell her market.

You see her snapping with nice background and different interior designs, its simply places where she went for her bed to bed activities.

Don't be under any useless pressure to prove a point.

Calm down and keep building yourself.

Your mission is to get a more better women chasing you than her, so the only way that can happen is for you to bury your head into building yourself and following Alhasan Alex Darboe can help you achieve that.

Grow your value and worth and watch women more better than her beg you for love.

The.end

Stay putinized.

Playing with Lionel Messi?

Cristiano Ronaldo: "I have a lot of love for Argentina, and my wife is Argentine. Even though I'm 40 years old, I haven't visited Argentina yet, but I want to. Of course I love Messi.

I was a rival of Messi's for years, and I have a lot of respect for him. He treated me well and respected me, and I used to translate for him at award ceremonies when he didn't speak English. But the future is unpredictable." ❣🤝🏿

Breaking News

Super Eagles and Napoli striker, Victor Osimhen, has finally agreed on personal terms with top Saudi Arabian club Al Hilal.

The striker had previously walked away from negotiations after he was not given his request of €40 million per year.

He will make 660 Billion Naira in 4 years

Moral lesson : It’s either my son plays football or he plays football

“If You're A Christian, Rise Up Now And F!ght VeryDarkMan; He's Against The Body Of Christ. He's Insulting Our Senior Man Pastor Ibiyeomie Today, Tomorrow Maybe Another Person's Turn” — Businessman, Prophet Jeremiah Omoto Fufeyin Who Once Sold Noah's Rainbow, Golden Spoon, Spiritual Fishing Nets, Miracle Soaps, Mustard Seeds, Others To His Members

Black Sherif: "I wanted to feel like I was chasing something meaningful, so I escaped to Accra to pursue my passion for music."

"My parents didn't support my passion for music, so I felt the need to lie about it. I told them I was going to stay with my cousins in Tema. They expected me to go straight to university after high school, which was the norm, and I was supposed to study marketing."

"The following year, I did enroll in university, but by then, my music was starting to gain recognition in Accra. Back in Konongo, I was already known as a local star; I had been dancing at weddings, and people were familiar with me. After high school, I fabricated a story for my mom, claiming I had been accepted into university and needed money to move to Accra."

"With that money, I went to stay with my cousin and began freestyling in Tema. To be honest, I just wanted to feel like I was pursuing something meaningful."

#gasconys_focal | #achiblogger | #blacksherif

Regina, you ancestor and I didn't have any affair. My kpekus is not a shrîne like yours. He was talking with me about putting you on a movie - Angela Okorie

In a heated clapback that’s lit up social media, the Nollywood actress has broken her silence on rumors that she tried to snatch Regina Daniels’ billionaire husband, Ned Nwoko. Spoiler alert: she’s not having it.

“Regina, you're just a child. Everyone who knows me knows I don’t do old men. Check my exes — it’s young, fine and fresh only,” Angela fired, completely rejecting the idea that she was ever interested in Ned.

Making it crystal clear, she added, “I spend good money maintaining my skin. My kpekus is not a shrine for ancestral preeks!” — a line that’s now going viral for its unfiltered energy.

Angela says it was Regina who invited her to Abuja, where she met Ned. According to her, the only thing he offered was cash — with zero strings attached.

“He gave me N500k out of respect after I visited. I told Regina about it. Next thing, boom, Ned blocked me. Turns out sis took his phone and did the blocking herself.”

Rejecting the claims outright, Angela challenged Regina to bring the receipts: “If I ever begged your ancestor, show the messages. Until then, I reject both of you in Jesus’ name!”

And she wrapped it up with a parting shot that’s got the internet buzzing: “I don’t want your husband, girl. My kpekus doesn’t host ancestors — only young, handsome, and strong men.”

I was with Iruoma in the meeting room when Kosi badged into the room unannounced.

Immediately I disassociate from Iruoma. Kosi cleared her throat. My friend will you speak up and stop acting up. Iruoma said to Kosi.

Sorry ma, Just that someone wants to see the manager. Kosi said. Me? What's the problem? I asked Kosi.

She wouldn't say, She just wants to see you and she has threatened to bring the hotel down if you don't see her right this moment. Kosi said.

Okay bring her to my office. I said to Kosi. Excuse me ma. I would like to attend to this issue. I said as I left the meeting room to my office.

When I got to the office which previously belong to Cynthia. I had cold shiver run through my spine. I didn't know if I should have rejected the position as a manager , I felt like I had a hand in the dëåth of my friend Mike.

I have already asked Iruoma, but her response wasn't certain. The response she gave me back in the meeting room kept ringing in my head. I asked her if she had something to do with the dëath of Mike, she replied me "What if I did". The reply had a lot of questions.

As I sitted and soliloquize in the office, a beautiful black lady walked into the office.

But I'm currently in lot of trouble lately because of women, so I just had to let this beauty go.

Are you the new acting Manager? She asked me. Yes Madam, How can I be of help? I asked her.

I want to know the reason why my sister was unjustly arrested for a crime she didn't commit. The lady said to me. Who is your sister? I asked her. Cynthia Boniface. My name is Sandra Boniface. Why was my sister arrested? The lady asked. She was really angry and pissed, I could sense it all around her.

I assure you, we are working on getting to the root of the matter, you just have to calm down. I said to Sandra. I'm not calming down when my sister is unlawfully detained, infact I want to see the owner of this hotel. Sandra said.

Sandra I know you are måd, pissed and angry, but I want you to calm down as the hotel is working on something. Just go home. I said. Nothing must happen to my sister. She is innocent. Sandra said.

I was still speaking with Sandra when the security came into my office and took her away. I didn't call the security. But then as soon as she was taken away, Iruoma passed through my door smiling.

She left that day, I was left with the workers of the hotel.

Soon I started hearing rumors in the hotel that I had a hand in the dé-åth of Mike, I planned everything framed Cynthia so that I could take her position.

How could I possibly frame Cynthia? I asked Kosi. She likes you the most, she vulnerable around you. Everyone knows that Cynthia likes you. Kosi said. I don't know that. I said. You choose not to see it. Kosi said to me. You choose not to see the people who truly cares about you. Kosi said before going home that day.

To get my name clear, I decided that I was going to confront Iruoma one more last time and she must tell me what really happened to Mike that day he visited her, No more games, No play, if she doesn't I would tell the police everything I know.

After the Job for the night. I went home to rest a little before returning back to work. My New Job required a lot of time.

When I got home, Olivia was already waiting for me in my room. She has my room key.

Olivia. I said in surprise as I saw her, it's been days I last heard from her. "Ayochidi you couldn't even call me". Olivia said with a babyish face. I called severally, you didn't pick. You said you needed space. I gave you space. I said. You didn't even persist. You just gave me space because I said I needed space. Olivia said.

I'm still not done with Iruoma, I still haven't found Mike's killer. Maybe- before I could complete the statement. Maybe we should stick together as a couple and find out who really k!lled your friend. Olivia said to me.

I was surprised that Olivia finally wanted to help me to find the person who k!lled Mike. Maybe this will ne easier than I thought.

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To Be Continued...

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Aboubakar Vincent :"I think I would've done better in football if I played for bigger clubs"

"If Cameroon qualifies, it will be my fourth participation at the World Cup.

I joined the national team at a very young age; 18.

If you look at my journey, I think I would've done better in football if I played for bigger clubs. I believe my impact would've been different.

Well, Besiktas and Porto are big clubs but if I would've left Porto to a bigger club, my impact would've been different. Unfortunately, I had so many in'-ju'ries while I was playing for Porto."

He is currently the second-highest goalscorer for Cameroon, with 48 goals, behind only Samuel Eto'o. He scored the winning goal in the 2017 Africa Cup of Nations final.

Vincent Aboubakar holds the record for the highest goal scorer, with 8 goals in the 2021 edition. This record surpassed the previous mark set by Samuel Eto'o, who scored 5 goals in the 2006 and 2008 editions.

This guy is so underrated 👌🏾

Ex NBA Star, Lamar Odom now homeless!

Lamar Odom told to vacate LA home after 'failing to pay rent' despite earning over $114MILLION in NBA career!

Khloe Kardashian's ex-husband and former NBA star and reality TV personality Lamar Odom has been evicted from his renting home for unpaid rent. He owes more than $45,000 in rent, according to documents The landlord, Executive Recovery Group. The landlord has filed a lawsuit since March, alleging Odom has not made any payments on his $15,000-month lease since signing a month-long agreement in December 2024. Lamar, who had success and money before couldn’t handle the fame and riches garnered during his professional basketball career, got hooked on coke, couldn't stay stable, and sober. He looks ruined now.

You can take only ONE… Lamine or Kylian?
Who will you chose as a coach

Breaking News

Nigerians observe as Busta Rhymes tries to kiss Burna Boy’s mother on her lips . Burna Boy’s dad reportedly had a heart attack after seeing what Busta Rhymes was doing . Luckily Burna’s mum did not give her an opportunity to do so .

Moral lesson : But this was close oh hmmmmm, if na me Burna Papa I go vex

"So because "So because they want experience, I should throw myself to just anybody?" Amaka would reply, laughing.

Ifunanya would roll her eyes. "You’ll see love one day. When it hits you, all this grammar will disappear."

Amaka believed in love. Real love. The one where a man treats you like you matter. The one where you feel safe, respected, and seen. She believed in saving herself for a man who would honor her.

She didn’t know that love could also be the thing that would destroy her.

It started on an ordinary Tuesday evening.

She had just closed from work and was walking to the bus stop near Allen Avenue. A tall man in a clean blue shirt and black trousers was walking beside her. He kept glancing at her.

“Excuse me, please,” he said gently. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you crossed the road. My name is Jide.”

She looked at him. He had kind eyes. There was something gentle about him.

“I’m Amaka,” she said cautiously.

He smiled. “Nice name. I don’t want to disturb you, but can I get your number? I’d love to talk to you sometime.”

She hesitated. Then gave it to him.

That single moment changed her entire life.

Jide was different.

He called every day. Sent sweet good morning and good night texts. He would surprise her with lunch, send money for her mum's birthday, and once paid her bike fare when she got stuck in traffic on her way to church.

“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he often told her. “You’re different. You have peace around you.”

When she told him she was a virgin, he was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “That’s beautiful. It makes me respect you even more.”

She felt safe.

He introduced her to his friends. They treated her like royalty.

He took her to his apartment in Lekki and never touched her without permission.

“I love you, Amaka,” he said one night as they watched a movie. “I want to build a future with you.”

Her heart danced.

It happened on their three-month anniversary.

They had dinner. He played soft music.
PART 2 want experience, I should throw myself to just anybody?" Amaka would reply, laughing.

Ifunanya would roll her eyes. "You’ll see love one day. When it hits you, all this grammar will disappear."

Amaka believed in love. Real love. The one where a man treats you like you matter. The one where you feel safe, respected, and seen. She believed in saving herself for a man who would honor her.

She didn’t know that love could also be the thing that would destroy her.

It started on an ordinary Tuesday evening.

She had just closed from work and was walking to the bus stop near Allen Avenue. A tall man in a clean blue shirt and black trousers was walking beside her. He kept glancing at her.

“Excuse me, please,” he said gently. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you crossed the road. My name is Jide.”

She looked at him. He had kind eyes. There was something gentle about him.

“I’m Amaka,” she said cautiously.

He smiled. “Nice name. I don’t want to disturb you, but can I get your number? I’d love to talk to you sometime.”

She hesitated. Then gave it to him.

That single moment changed her entire life.

Jide was different.

He called every day. Sent sweet good morning and good night texts. He would surprise her with lunch, send money for her mum's birthday, and once paid her bike fare when she got stuck in traffic on her way to church.

“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he often told her. “You’re different. You have peace around you.”

When she told him she was a virgin, he was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “That’s beautiful. It makes me respect you even more.”

She felt safe.

He introduced her to his friends. They treated her like royalty.

He took her to his apartment in Lekki and never touched her without permission.

“I love you, Amaka,” he said one night as they watched a movie. “I want to build a future with you.”

Her heart danced.

It happened on their three-month anniversary.

They had dinner. He played soft music.
PART 2

"Destiny, stop hiding behind cameras. Stop hiding around people. When you see me at an event, don't try to run away.

Do you know one day we were all on a business class flight and she came and waited, then she was the last to book. She entered and started making calls.

Destiny, if you admire me and want to be my friend, make it clear, because I refuse to have you as a friend in the industry.

You're a cônfused admirer. If you love me this much and want to be my friend, just come and tell me.

You're always in a competition. I'm not in a competition. I just want real people living a normal life in low key.

My song Legit you hear? I put 300 million naira.

The money I spent only for my skin routine is higher than her entire career." – Angela
Moral lesson trouble dey dey sleep enyanga go wake am

UEFA Nations League-A Final is set between Portugal and Spain
Another mountain to climb. But remember this is not 2012 or 2008 or 2007 or 2016. Cristiano isn't alone now. Portugal has now stacked with stars thanks to himself who inspired this Portugal generation. They simply needs to play as a team. We have the best players in every department. We can win any team in the world. Absolutely no reason to fear Spain after we humbled Germany at their own home ground. Just bring them on NOW if you want!!!

I was sleeping when Olivia's father entered my apartment with his guards, when I woke up, I saw him, but at first I thought I was dreaming because that is the first time he will be visiting me.

When I realized it wasn't a dream, I hurriedly woke up. Good morning sir. I greeted the man as he sat on one of my sofa.

Big boy. Olivia's father said to me. I'm managing sir. I replied. Nice apartment. He added. Thank you sir.

Sir is there a problem, this one you visited me today. I said to him. You tell me Ayochidi. Is there a problem? He asked me. I don't know sir. I replied.

Ayochidi. Olivia's father called my name. Sir! I replied him. What did I tell you the very first day I met you at the Burial memorial? He asked me.

Sir? I asked him. Don't make me repeat myself. He yelled at me. Sir; you said. You said I shouldn't break your daughter's heart. I replied. And now you did otherwise. After the warning you went ahead to break her heart. Who is the new girl? He asked me. There's no new girl sir. I replied him. Who is the new girl Ayochidi? He asked me again. I promise you there's no new girl sir. I replied him.

"Ayochidi, I warned you not to break my daughter's heart". Olivia's father said to me and his two guards lifted me up, immediately he landed a puñch on my stomach. I let out a loud scream at the first puñch. He hit me hård again. Who's the new girl? He yelled at me.

With pain I answered him. There's no new girl sir, I ain't lying to you. There's no new girl. I answered him. That day, I was beā~ten mercilessly by Olivia's father.

I could bearly even stand on my own. They left me there to my fate. I groan in pains.

In the night, I dressed up and went to work as usual as if nothing happened, but I could still feel the pain.

I was at my work place when the police arrived the hotel. what's going on? Everyone kept asking. What's going on?

We are looking for your manager. Madam Cynthia. The detective said. What's going on detective? Cynthia came out of her office asking.

You are under arrest madam. The detective said. What? While? Madam Cynthia asked the detective. Your fingerprints was found on the crime scene of the death of your worker Mr Mike. You have to follow us to the station.

My fingerprints? How is that even possible? Cynthia asked the police. Bring the evidence. The detective said and Evidence was brought in a nylon.

What's this? Cynthia asked the Police. It's a necklace that has your Fingerprint around it found right at the crimescene. I looked closely at that necklace and of course. I knew the necklace. It belongs to Cynthia.

It has never crossed my mind, since the day of Mike's deaths, I have never seen Cynthia wore that necklace again. I have never suspected that she would kíll Mike. But why, what did Mike ever do to her that she would décide to k!ll him?

We all watched as the police took madam Cynthia away.

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To Be Continued...

Title: Room Service 13

My Name is Ayochidi and Writing Choose Me...

Breaking News

Shatta will be visiting America for the first time for the Afro Fest concert . Shatta is finally leaving Accra . Thank God oh . This is a miracle . He will be performing at the Afro Fest concert in Washington DC .

Moral lesson : Zamani is sharing this with Shame , he didn’t even see this coming .xb4

"I left Offset because he became a lîabilîty who could only offer S£x and Chêåt on me." Cardi B

"All the girls Offset was chêatîng on me with were br0ke girls who only got pvssy. But everyone knows I'm a 10. I'm rich, I've got $100-million, and my kids are beautiful. I now live rent-free in Offset's mind, he talks about me for a living and everything he does is to get back at me." ~ Cardi B

It's like neither Cardi B nor Offset has moved on. They're probably still inlove with each other..

The drama between Regina Daniels and Angela Okorie started when Angela posted a video about Mercy Johnson's health, claiming she'd forgiven her former best friend despite past grievances. However, Angela also stated that Mercy should apologize to those she's wronged in the industry. Regina Daniels, Mercy Johnson's god-daughter, responded strongly, telling Angela, "You dey mad!" (You're crazy!) and advising her not to forgive because "we no dey forgive" (we don't forgive).

*The Escalation:*

- Angela fired back at Regina, mocking her marriage to Ned Nwoko, saying Regina married a man old enough to be her great-grandfather due to her low IQ.
- Regina retaliated, exposing Angela's alleged past interest in Ned Nwoko, saying, "He is everything your mind prays for but can't attract".

*Public Reactions:*

- Fans are divided, with some defending Angela's right to speak her mind and others backing Regina's loyalty to Mercy Johnson.
- Some comments question Angela's motives, while others praise Regina's bold response.
- The feud highlights the complexities of celebrity culture, forgiveness, and respect in the Nigerian entertainment industry ¹ ².

My question as annalist why is Angela Okorie not Married, or Minding her Life and stop bully wrong....

For the past 10 years Phyno has sent 7 of his house maids to UK and even his gateman .

Phyno revealed that they can’t remain house maids forever and it is important they go out there and hustle and make their families proud .

PHYNO FINO truly has a great heart .

Many of them came back really rich and are already having houses in Nigeria

I Pray For You All May you meet and work for people that'll change your life for the better AMEN

My new girlfriend will have my child, a child for a god. I’m a god” — Rema declares.

Ravers we can all accept now that Rema and Justine Skye are dating . Because evidence is too many ,plus what is a Jamaican girl that isn’t African in anyway doing in Nigeria In a church with her man rema … see they are actually dating .

Every picture of Rema with Selena Gomez that I’ve seen, he’s always calm and composed. This boy was born with that superstar aura. There’s no one else better to be the new face of Afrobeats than him.Rema should break up with his GF and Marry Selena Gomez asap. Destiny brought them together not music

“Angela between you and I, who has more potentials of a juju queen and to do juju??!

You wey do juju for Asaba so tey producers say make you no act as maiden of the gods again

Because you go act finish, still rehearse am for real life.

Deny now, make receipts fall out!

-Innocent maiden of Nollywood Mercy Johnson modestly scatters the table on Angela Okorie who was only trying to gather the pieces of meat!

#Afrocania #viral

“Zlatan is my Helper” - Odumodublvck knocks X user for trying to compare him with Zlatan Ibile! What is a harmless comparison or he took it too far?

The night I turned sixteen, I celebrated alone with a piece of dry bread I bought with my last ten naira and a silent wish whispered into the darkness. I didn’t have a cake, not even a smile from anyone in the house. Aunt Bola’s daughters were out at a birthday party, their laughter echoing in my ears as they slammed the door behind them, leaving me to wash the mountain of plates from dinner. My palms were raw and my feet swollen, but that night, something inside me snapped quietly. I didn’t cry. I didn’t hope. I just sat in the corner of the small room where I slept beside the mop and bucket, and I stared at the wall like it owed me answers. The truth is, pain had become too familiar—it no longer stung, it just settled like dust. But deep down, even in that hollow part of my soul, a flame was burning. I just didn’t know yet how dangerous it would become. The next morning, I was up before the sun. I cleaned, I swept, I cooked, then I left for school with the same torn sandals and a heart heavy with unspoken words. Mr. Bello, my literature teacher, stopped me in the corridor. He was the only adult who ever looked at me like I mattered. “Zarah,” he said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, “you’re gifted. Don’t let your circumstances define you.” That day, he gave me a form—an essay competition for underprivileged students. The prize was a full scholarship to any university in Nigeria. I held the form like it was gold. That night, while everyone slept, I wrote like my life depended on it. I poured every wound, every memory, every forgotten birthday and every hungry night into that essay. I wrote about being a shadow in a house that never called my name. I wrote about love that never came and hands that only knew how to beat or push away. I wrote until tears soaked the page. And I submitted it. Then I waited. Three weeks later, I heard my name announced over the assembly speaker. “Zarah Yusuf—please report to the principal’s office.” My heart raced. My hands trembled. I thought maybe they found out I’d used the house’s candle to write my essay or that I’d done something wrong. But when I entered the office, the principal was smiling. Mr. Bello stood beside him, tears in his eyes. “You won,” he whispered. “Zarah… you won.” That was the first time I felt my knees go weak from joy. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I’d won. A full scholarship. Freedom. A door out of my forgotten life. But when I got home and told Aunt Bola, her face changed. Her eyes narrowed. “So now you think you’re better than us?” she spat. “This is my house. You don’t make decisions without me.” That night, she locked the door and took the acceptance letter. She told me I wasn’t going anywhere. I begged. I cried. I even knelt. But she slapped me across the face and said, “You’ll leave this house in a coffin before you leave for university.” That night, I lay on the floor beside my broken hope and made a vow. I would leave. I didn’t know how, but I would. And I would never be forgotten again. Two days later, I ran. I took nothing but my ID card, a few clothes in a nylon bag, and the address of the scholarship office Mr. Bello had secretly written for me on a piece of paper. I left that house at 3 a.m. barefoot, walking for hours through empty streets, praying not to be caught, not to be dragged back. I reached the office just as dawn broke. I collapsed at the gate, too weak to stand. A woman found me and gave me water. That day, my life began to change. The scholarship board listened to my story. They called the school. They verified everything. And they accepted me—housing, feeding, education. Everything. I was finally free. But freedom came with guilt. I kept thinking of Mama. Did she know? Did she care? Did she even remember she had a daughter named Zarah? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I told myself I would never look back. But wounds don’t vanish just because the cage is gone. They bleed quietly. I slept in a new bed, but I still woke up reaching for a bucket to clean. I sat in classrooms with rich kids who didn’t know hunger, and I kept my head low, afraid to speak too loudly, afraid to be seen, because I wasn’t used to being noticed without punishment. But with time, I changed. I spoke. I learned. I excelled. I made friends who didn’t ask where I came from, only where I was going. And for the first time, I allowed myself to imagine love. Yes… love. Because in my final year, he came. A boy with soft eyes and a quiet voice. His name was Malik. He didn’t know my story. He just knew my smile. He said I had strength in my silence. He said my eyes looked like they had survived fire. And somehow, slowly, dangerously, I began to believe I deserved love too. But love has its price. And some wounds, no matter how deep you bury them, never stay buried forever.

To be continued……

Title :FORGOTTEN CHILD 2
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Nigerian Prophet who is known for 99% prophecy accuracy says Davido will be the president of Nigeria soon . He says he saw it CLEARLY . He added that he will be one of the best presidents that Nigeria will ever have and he will unite Nigeria . The country will compete with western countries like America .

Moral lesson : Knowing what Davido has done , it is no doubt that he will be the best president Nigeria might ever have .

He slēpt with hēr right in fr0nt of mē, without minding my presence. And I was still in my wedding gown when all these were happening. But what I did next shocked them. I didn't say anything o. I just went and carried...
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MY HUSBAND BROUGHT ANOTHER WOMAN HOME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT

Chapter 1

They said marriage changes a woman.

They didn’t say it would happen in one night.

The hotel room was cold—too cold for comfort, too quiet for celebration. My wedding dress clung to my skin, the lace already itchy. My hands smelled of fried rice, perfume, and sweat. I had waited over an hour, seated on the edge of the hotel bed, legs pressed together, heart trembling like a candle in wind.

Tonight was supposed to be the beginning.

My beginning.

But Chuka wasn’t picking his calls.

I dialed again.

Switched off.

I dropped the phone. Picked it again. Put it down. Repeated it like prayer.

A knock came at the door.

Not hurried. Not soft. Just... calm.

I jumped to my feet and smoothed the dress even though it was crumpled from sitting. I checked the mirror one last time. My lipstick was fading, but I still looked like a bride.

I opened the door with a smile I forced.

And then I froze.

Chuka stood there, yes.

But he wasn’t alone.

There was a woman beside him.

Tall. Beautiful. Red lips, long hair. Dressed in white silk like she belonged in perfume commercials. Like she belonged beside him.

She didn’t look surprised to see me.

She looked... bored.

“Ezinne,” Chuka said. “Let’s go inside.”

I stepped back slowly, eyes darting between both of them. “Who is she?”

“She’s with me.”

I stared at him. “With you? As in?”

“She stays with me.”

My smile died.

“Tonight?”

“Every night.”

The woman walked past me like it was her wedding suite. Like she’d been here before. She kicked off her heels, sat on the bed, and unzipped her purse. Comfortable. Confident.

“Chuka,” I whispered, feeling my chest tighten. “I don’t understand.”

He shut the door behind him. “She’s part of this marriage. That’s how things work. You’re the wife. She’s... Amaka.”

Amaka.

Her name was Amaka.

I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or disappear.

“You’re joking,” I said.

“No, I’m not.” His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t shake. It was the same tone he used when he ordered fried rice with no pepper. “If you can’t accept that, you can leave.”

The words didn’t make sense.

I didn’t move.

I just stood there.

My veil slipped to the floor.

Amaka picked it up, looked at me, and said with a small smile, “You’ll get used to it.”

I ran.

Out the door.

Down the hall.

No slippers, no bag.

Just my legs, my wedding dress, and a sound in my throat I couldn’t name.

Outside, the night air hit my skin like slap. I sat on the stairs behind the building and cried. Not loud. Just small, broken sobs that nobody would hear. My phone vibrated in my hand.

It was my mother.

I picked.

“Mama…”

She didn’t let me finish.

“Ezinne, please don’t disgrace us.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re married now. Endure. At least he married you. At least you’re not like some girls jumping from one man to another.”

I held the phone away from my ear.

I couldn’t breathe.

I had just been replaced—in my own marriage. And my mother called it endurance.

The line went dead.

I looked up at the sky. The stars were watching.

God was watching.

And I whispered, “Why me?”

But the night gave no answer.

Only the wind.

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Finally, 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗸𝗼𝘆𝗲 of 𝗣𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗲 Disown His Entire Family Including His Twin Brother 🙆🏽‍♂️

One half of the Legendary Psquare group Peter Psquare has openly distanced himself from Everything that has to do with the Okoye family.

He said in series of tweets; "We are no longer family at this point! Family is bl00d related, but the real family is loyalty. For over 20 years I drowned in silence And it almost cost me everything But now I know better. Love doesn't manipulate, loyalty doesn't betray and family does not stêal from you. Family that steals and breaks you isn't family at all. Real family doesn't drain you, sh@me you, discrim!nate against you or ignore your pa!ns. My sanity matters. My mental health is a priority".

Peter revealed that Mohbad's death motivated him to start speaking up. Be said; After watching everything about Mohbad's death and how the whole thing played out to date, I decided to myself that I would never play the bigger person nor act as the mature one. And that’s exactly what led to this whole madness. Simply because I was trying to be the bigger person and act maturely! Omo! Never again. So love me or h8te me, I will continue speaking my truth!

They made y’all believe that my wife is controlling me. Meanwhile, his own wife owns 80% of the actual company that diverted and stole the PSQUARE’S proceedings over the years.

Their publicist is doing everything for me to look like a liar. I am not MayD or Cynthia Morgan that endured their wickedness; I am PETER OKOYE, the one and only THE ROCK/OKWUTE of the Okoyes. The truth shall prevail.

I found out that I was actually used in the whole November 2021 reunion! Peter, stup!d you🫣 But since we are in court now, I will wait for the right time to tell what really went down.

This is sad

"I don't think 50 Cent would've dated a man like him if he was a woman. Like who dates a man that can't even give his girlfriend $1?" _ Jamira, 50 Cent's ex laments

"I am very happy right now after brēakîng up with that stîngy man.When I look at how beautiful I am, I wonder what made me date a man like 50 Cent. 50 Cent feels like he's a king and women have to beg after him. There are men out there who would spend all their money just to be with me but I still went for 50 Cent. There are guys who come to my DM and tell me things like I'm so beautiful and they would pay $100k just for a night out with me. And when I tell 50 Cent about it, he'll be like okay. There was never a day when 50 Cent gave me even $1 for turning down money from a man because of him.
There are times when I buy expensive jewelry, clothes, and wigs just to look good for 50 Cent but he never compliments me. When I ask him and I'm like: 'Babe, didn't you notice anything new?' He'll be like: 'I hope that isn't coming out of my pay cheque? Cuz I don't have money.' And I'll be like WTF. He even knows when a lady wants to ask for money before she asks him. And when you do ask him he'll say he's not a Sîmp and he won't give you anything." Jamira

50 Cent is unbothered about the brēak up

A BILLIONAIRE PRETENDS TO BE A CLEANER IN HIS OWN HOTEL TO TEST HIS STAFFS
Episode 1

Riverdale Hotel is well known as one of the most elegant hotels in all of New York. That’s also where a young woman named Lisa works. An elderly man applied as a janitor in the hotel, and this old man looked truly pitiful because of his grimy appearance. When the old man was hired, some of the staff, including the managers, treated him harshly.

The only person who showed compassion toward that old man was none other than Lisa. A month went by, and the old man disappeared. He left on his own without even taking his wages. But what they didn’t know was that the old man they mistreated was actually the owner of the very hotel they were working at. He was only pretending in order to find out which of his staff were doing bad things at the hotel.

So now, what will happen to those arrogant staff members and managers? Will the old man fire them? And what about the young woman, given that she was the only one who was kind to him?

Let’s all find out in this exciting story.

Lisa was extremely nervous because she only had a few minutes left before she’d be late for work. Traffic was so heavy on the interstate today that the bumpers of all the cars were practically pressed together. Lisa lived in Brooklyn, but her job was in Queens. Even though she wanted to arrive early, there was nothing she could do. No matter which road she took, traffic was still heavy.

She also couldn’t rely on the subway or the train because the lines there were as long as an army of ants. If she tried her luck there, her co-workers would probably be heading home by the time she arrived.

“Sir, isn’t there another route we could take? One that’s hopefully not so congested?” Lisa asked the cab driver, who kept stealing glances at her thighs.

“If there was, we’d already be driving there. Relax, Miss, there’s nothing we can do. It’s really tra—TR,” the driver replied.

Lisa just placed her bag over her thighs. She was already irritated because the driver seemed like a pervert whenever he looked at her. If there were another cab she could hail, she would have gotten out, but cabs were tough to find, and if she did get one, the fare would be sky high.

She decided to endure this driver and distracted herself by watching random videos on her phone. After almost half an hour, she noticed that they had barely moved. So, even though her destination was still quite far, she got out of the taxi. She no longer cared if she wasted her fare. Her job was more important to her, and she was now very, very late.

Lisa ran down the sidewalk, carrying her high heels in her hands and enduring the heat of the pavement. She was dripping with sweat, but she didn’t stop running. Eventually, she passed just a stretch where traffic wasn’t so heavy, but there were no available cabs.

“Gah, Lisa, this is so frustrating. Traffic’s eased up, but there are no cabs. Great,” she grumbled like a child throwing a tantrum on the sidewalk.

Just then, a black car stopped in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing their head manager, Alvin. His strikingly handsome face almost blinded her. Lisa couldn’t deny that he really did look like a celebrity. In fact, she was one of the women who had a crush on Alvin. But unlike the more flirtatious women, she kept her admiration to herself. She knew it was unlikely he’d like her back.

“Get in,” he said.

“Huh? Me?”

“There’s nobody else here,” Alvin teased with a laugh.

“Oh… no one else, right,” Lisa replied.

“Then get in. It’s going to be tough to find a ride right now. There was an accident ahead, so all the buses and cabs have switched routes,” Alvin explained.

Lisa gathered her courage. There was really nothing wrong with accepting his offer, so she jumped at the chance.

“Thank you so much, sir. I’m really, really late because of the traffic. Uh, it feels like every day is torture for us commuters,” Lisa said the moment she was inside the car.

“Well, what else do you expect from the way traffic is managed around here? It’s been a problem for so long, but these politicians focus on everything else instead,” Alvin said.

Alvin was quite chatty, and Lisa was also talkative, so she didn’t feel awkward at all. Even though they were far apart in rank, he treated her like a friend. Alvin was genuinely kind and cheerful—qualities that made all the women in the hotel admire him even more.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to the managers. I’ll just say I had you run some errands, which is why you were late,” Alvin offered.

“Sir, what if they think something else?” Lisa asked, worried.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Besides, out of all the staff, you’re the only one I get to chat with. Remember our first conversation during your interview? You were the friendliest applicant, so we hit it off right away. We may not be close, but I think of you like a friend,” Alvin said, smiling as he pulled away from the curb.

“You’re really too nice, sir. Sometimes you do have to show a bit of a mean streak, because if you’re too nice, people might take advantage of you,” Lisa replied.

“You have a point. But let them do as they will. As for us, we’ll always treat people kindly—because you never know, the person in front of you might be the one who truly needs that kindness,” Alvin said.

Lisa simply smiled at his words.

A few moments later, they arrived at the hotel. She assumed Alvin would just let her out and go on his way, but he accompanied her inside. Lisa felt even more self-conscious because all the employees and guests they passed by were staring at them.

When they got to the staff room, their co-workers were there, including their terror of a manager, Jim, who was also quite the pervert. Jim was with the other junior managers.

“Oh, at least you remember to come in,” Jim said sarcastically to Lisa when he saw her at the door.

“Sorry, sir. Jim, actually, I had Lisa come with me earlier,” Alvin explained. “I saw her waiting for a ride, and I needed someone to help me drop off some stuff at my condo, so I asked for her help.”

Jim had no objections. He believed Alvin right away, since Alvin was the highest-ranking manager there.

“That so, sir?” Jim asked with a grin.

TBC…

Naija no Dey carry last

Shanks and Lil Wayne’s daughter are getting extremely flirty . They met at Kai’s streaming university and have been really close . She told Shanks she is single and likes him a lot they should work on something.

Bro this is lil Wayne’s daughter , shanks immediately said he is SINGLE . I don’t blame him , anyone will do Same .

Moral lesson : No be only women like money oh , men too

"Regina, you say I can't attract rich men, Rick Ross wanted me to be his girlfriend but I said No!" Angela Okorie

"I have standards, I don't just date any man because of money. Rick Ross is 5x richer and younger than your ancestor but I turned him down because he's not my type. His belly turns me off. But if it were you, you'll probably be running after him in the US by now. You're just a child inlove with money." ~ Angela Okorie

Angela Okorie tells Regina Daniels and she brings receipts of Rick Ross in her DM

Both Rick Ross and Angela Okorie are 49-years old but Angela still turned down the Boss,

WOW

Zlatan revealed that Davido supportted his business with over 20 million Naira . He bought his $1500 merch for everyone in 30BG gang .

It didn’t end there , he went with it to America and wore it almost everyday . He promoted Zlatan’s clothing line despite being a PUMA Ambassador

001 is a man with the Heart of Gold .

Moral lesson : Make him buy one for me abeg .

My mother confessed to me that the man who I thought was my uncle all my life was actually my brother, my elder brother.

Charles is my son, My first son; Your Brother!. My mother confessed to me.

How do you mean mom? What do you mean? How is that possible? I asked my mother. It's a long story Ayochidi, I will tell you all about it, but now I just have to get out of here and go confront Chief Okoye. My mother said to me.

How are you going to do that? I asked my mother. I will figure something out. She replied me. Mom, why you are figuring something out, I need to know how come Uncle Charles is my brother. Does he even know that you are his mother? I asked my mother. But instead I saw tears coming out of her eyes. He doesn't. My mother replied.

Why is everything about my family fvvcked up this bad. Why is everything difficult? I yelled at my mother.

Calm down. Ayochidi. Olivia said to me. The warden is monitoring my behavior.

Should I even believe that you are my mother? I asked my mother. Ayochidi the warden is looking at you. Calm down. Olivia said to me.

I'm your mother. Joyce said to me. I can't believe that. At this point I need a DNA test. I can't believe what ever word that comes out of your mouth. You have no difference with Angela or even Chief Okoye, All you guys do is lie upon lie. I don't even know who to believe anymore. I said.

Is everything alright here? The warden came and asked me. I nodded to yes. Everything is alright. Joyce said.

Everything is not alright. I'm out of here. I said as I left the prison.

Ayochidi I think you are overreacting, I mean your mother must have a reason for hiding the identity of Charles all this time. Olivia said to me.

She has no right, No one does. I won't blame you because you ain't in my shoes right now. I said to Olivia.

In your shoes? Really Ayochidi. Your shoes? I'm wearing the same exact shoes as you are, my life is in danger why because of I Love You. All because I care about you and here you are telling me about shoes? Shoes? Really? Shoes!. Olivia said and angrily went into the car.

At that point I realized I fvvcked up, But at the same time I was too angry apologize. I went into the car and Olivia didn't speak to me. She faced her side of the glass as I drove.

We drove back to Jide's house, Jide saw how angry Olivia is as she went upstairs to her room.

What happened? Jide asked me. Nothing just girls problem. Have you been able to track down Chief Okoye? I asked Jide. We are still working on that. Jide said.

It's seems like you are delaying, you are slowing down. You just have found and fished him out by now. I said to Jide. If it was that easy why don't you fish him out yourself Ayochidi? Guy don't shift your relationship problems to me. I don't know what is going on between you and your girl but I think you should go and apologize. Jide said to me.

At first I was reluctant. But Jide left me to go meet his boys. After few minutes of standing alone, I finally went upstairs to meet Olivia.

I saw she was sitted on the bed still angry as I came in.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm wrong. Forgive me babe. I said to Olivia. Ayochidi what you said is wrong. I have been through this struggle, this war with you from day one, And gaslighting me like that isn't fair. Olivia said.

I'm sorry my love. It won't happen again. I said as I went close and kissed Olivia. The kiss followed an intense romance. We ended up making out and sleeping off.

We were sleeping off when Jide came into the room tapping me to wake up. Ayochidi wake up. Jide said and immediately I sprung up.

Come to the living room. Jide said. And immediately I followed Jide to the living room and then Olivia came down after.

It was a TV news. Chief Okoye was found déad in an abandoned building and the culprit was found seriously injured.

When the image of the culprit appeared on the screen, I was shocked. My mother was the culprit. She was rushed to the hospital.

How did she escape from Prison?

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Title: Promise 30.

SEE WHAT A SLAY QUEEN NEIGHBOR DOES WITH HER NEIGHBORS' SON
Episode 3

Life was slowly beginning to change for Kobe after Auntie Merera’s arrest. The house felt different now. Even though his parents tried their best to smile and joke with him, Kobe could still feel the heavy silence in the air. Sometimes, he would wake up at night to hear his mother crying softly in the living room, whispering prayers for him.

The once lively Kobe was still struggling to return fully to the boy he had been. His nightmares were frequent — dreams where he would find himself trapped in Auntie Merera’s house, unable to escape no matter how loudly he screamed.

One afternoon, as Kobe sat quietly drawing pictures at the dining table, his father, Mr. Omari, came and sat beside him.

"Kobe," he said gently, "do you want to talk to Daddy about anything?"

Kobe put down his pencil and looked into his father's eyes. For the first time in months, he felt safe. But instead of speaking, he burst into tears. Mr. Omari immediately pulled him into a warm hug and allowed him to cry as much as he wanted. He did not interrupt him. He just held him tightly, rocking him gently.

From that day, Mr. and Mrs. Omari enrolled Kobe in a counseling center specifically for children who had faced trauma. It was there Kobe met Miss Clara, a young, friendly therapist who always wore colorful dresses and carried a little teddy bear with her to every session.

"This bear," Miss Clara would say, handing it to Kobe, "is called Brave. And you, Kobe, are Brave too."

At first, Kobe would barely speak during sessions, but Miss Clara was patient. Slowly, with time, Kobe began to open up more — not just about Auntie Merera, but about how abandoned he had felt when his parents were always working.

"I missed you both," Kobe said one evening as his parents sat with him at dinner. "Even before... everything happened."

Mr. and Mrs. Omari exchanged guilty looks. They realized that while they had been busy trying to secure Kobe’s future, they had neglected his present.

From that day forward, the Omari family made a new rule:
Family Time Every Evening.

No matter how busy work got, no matter how tired they were, they all had to spend two hours every evening together — playing board games, reading stories, cooking, or even just talking.

Gradually, the deep wounds in Kobe's heart began to heal. The nightmares became fewer. The smiles became more genuine. The bed-wetting reduced until one morning, Kobe woke up to a dry bed for the first time in months.

"Mummy! Daddy! Come and see!" he shouted excitedly.

When Mr. and Mrs. Omari rushed into his room and saw the clean sheets, they all burst into laughter and tears. They hugged and danced together right there in Kobe’s room.

At school, Auntie Anichi continued to check in on him often.

"Kobe, my champion," she would say, patting his head fondly. "You are so brave. Always remember that."

Meanwhile, news spread in the community about Auntie Merera’s arrest. Many parents became more cautious, and talks about child protection increased in the neighborhood.

One Saturday morning, Mr. Omari organized a Community Awareness Meeting at the town hall. He stood before the crowd and spoke from his heart.

"We almost lost our son," he said with a shaky voice. "We were too busy. Too trusting. And it cost us dearly. Please, let’s not assume that danger only comes from strangers. Sometimes, the greatest danger is someone you trust."

From that meeting, a new Neighborhood Watch group was formed. Volunteers patrolled after school hours, ensuring that children returned home safely. New rules were set: no child would stay alone with any adult without parental permission. The community finally woke up.

But despite the healing happening in Kobe's life, there was still one loose end — the court case.

Kobe was called to testify in court against Auntie Merera. It was a terrifying thought for a 10-year-old, but with Miss Clara and Auntie Anichi’s help, he prepared bravely.

The day he entered the courtroom, he felt his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Auntie Merera sat there, dressed simply, looking nothing like the happy neighbor he had once known.

"Kobe," the judge said kindly, "just tell us the truth. You are safe here."

With trembling hands but a strong voice, Kobe narrated everything — from the beginning to the end. Every adult in the courtroom listened in stunned silence. Some mothers sobbed quietly. Some men clenched their fists in anger.

By the end of the trial, Auntie Merera was found guilty of child sexual assault and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison with no option of parole.

It was over.

Really over.

As Kobe walked out of the courtroom, he felt the heavy burden that had been sitting on his chest lift for the first time. He was free.

Months passed.

Kobe returned fully to the vibrant boy he had once been — excelling in school, winning medals in soccer, laughing freely with his friends. He still visited Miss Clara occasionally, but it was now for happy talks, not heavy ones.

One evening, as he sat outside with his parents, looking at the sunset, he smiled and said, "I'm happy again."

Mr. and Mrs. Omari looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and his mother whispered, "Thank you, God, for giving us our son back."

To be continued...

To Be continued.....

My Ex Used My Nude Photos in Court to Shame Me Into Giving Up Custody
Episode 1

The courtroom smelled like polished wood, cold air, and judgment. I sat there, numb, heart pounding as my lawyer whispered strategy into my ear—but it all sounded like static. Across the aisle sat the man I once loved, the man I shared a home, a bed, and a child with—Seyi. Three years ago, I left him because I found a voice I didn’t know I had, because the bruises on my body weren’t just from fists but from silence, from a marriage that wore me thin until I barely existed. I took our daughter—our sweet, bubbly three-year-old Mide—and left. I stayed silent. I didn’t drag his name. I didn’t tell the world what he did. I just left. For peace. For safety. For healing. But peace doesn’t last when you leave behind a man like Seyi—he doesn’t accept silence as survival, only as betrayal. And now he was here, suing me for full custody, claiming I was unstable, reckless, “morally unfit to parent a girl.” And then he did the unthinkable. He submitted Exhibit C. A flash drive. The judge raised an eyebrow. Seyi’s lawyer—a smug, sharp-tongued woman in designer heels—walked to the front and calmly plugged it in. “Your Honor,” she said, “this is a crucial element of our argument regarding Ms. Adaobi’s moral fitness.” And then the screen came to life. My breath caught. My soul left my body. My naked body, taken in secret—photos I sent Seyi when we were newly married. When I still trusted him. When love meant openness. They appeared one by one on the courtroom screen. I covered my mouth. My lawyer jumped up, objecting furiously. But it was too late. The judge had seen. The jury had seen. My parents had seen. Even the court clerk looked away in pity. My knees buckled. I fell back into the chair. My ears rang. “This is revenge,” my lawyer barked. “This is a violation of privacy. Those images have no relevance—” “On the contrary,” Seyi’s lawyer cut in. “They show recklessness, sexual irresponsibility, and the kind of decisions that should concern anyone responsible for a child’s development.” “They were married!” my lawyer shouted. “Consensual! This is illegal revenge porn!” But the judge only cleared his throat. “Enough. I’ve seen enough. Ms. Adaobi, do you have anything to say for yourself?” I turned my face toward him slowly, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I trusted him,” I said softly. “I loved him. Those were private. That was my husband.” The judge said nothing. And I knew, in that moment, I had lost. Seyi never looked at me. He kept his gaze forward, as if he hadn’t just exposed my body to strangers in the name of “concern.” That night, I cried until I vomited. My mother held my hair back, her own tears silent and angry. “He will not win,” she said. But I knew better. Men like Seyi didn’t fight fair. They fought to humiliate. To destroy. To erase. The next hearing was worse. Seyi’s team introduced character witnesses—his new wife, his pastor, even one of my old friends who he had obviously bribed. They all painted me as unstable, seductive, a party girl. They spoke about photos he claimed he “found on my phone,” said I had “multiple lovers,” and I sat there, trembling, unable to breathe, watching the court believe him. I tried to speak. I told the truth. I said he hit me. I said I left because I feared for Mide’s safety. But I had no hospital records, no police reports—because I had been too ashamed to file them. And shame doesn’t win custody cases. Evidence does. And Seyi had twisted mine into a noose. Two days later, I got the judgment. Joint custody. Shared rights. Mandatory visitations. But there was more. The judge had also recommended I seek counseling before resuming full-time parental duties. I had to “rebuild my moral integrity in the eyes of the court.” In other words, I was being punished for being a woman who once loved a man enough to trust him with her body. And now he used that love to make me look like filth. I hugged Mide that evening as she slept, breathing her in like she might disappear. She was still mine, but I no longer felt like her mother. I felt like a prisoner with limited visitation rights. I thought the worst was over. But then I found out what Seyi did next. He leaked the photos to a parenting blog. My face blurred. My body exposed. The caption read: “This woman fought for custody. Would you trust your child with her?” My phone rang nonstop. My job issued a warning. My landlord gave me notice. And somewhere, in a mansion paid for by my pain, my ex smiled—and slept soundly beside a woman he would destroy next.

To be continued.:.:

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: Cristiano’s goal sends Portugal into the FINAL of the Nations League.

“ The Grammys is useless , I warned them never to put my name or invite me . They use famous people to promote their award and give to people you can’t even imagine. “

- Eminem

“ If I lose an award to Kanye or Kendrick , I can understand. But losing to people you know have no fans or not famous is funny . So who voted for them ? Look at Nicki Minaj , she got no Grammys , which female rapper is better than her ? No one. “

~ Eminem

Cardi B responds to Offset after he demanded for Spousal support following their ongoing divorce

According to Cardi B on a live session on X, she says Offset goes around telling people she's out partying around and not taking care of her kids meanwhile he last saw his children in March on his daughter's birthday

She said when she was signing the divorce papers, her lawyer asked her to include child support but she refused because she just wants her children to have a father, she doesn't need anything from him

But then Offset has the guts to demand for Spousal support from her, and that he's gonna Ch0ck on his own nemesis, she will watch him d*e slowly from frustration

When I see people choosing either rude boy or Mr P and blasting the other I just laugh at those kind of people. Like, Why will you chose rude boy and then in-sult Mr P??

Timaya, 2Baba, and Sarkodie have all praised Rudeboy's musical talent. They agree he's one of the best in Nigeria. Rudeboy's energy and mic skills are undeniable. These legends know a thing or two about great music.

Despite the praise for #rudeboy , his brother Mr P is often overlooked. Mr P has his own strengths, particularly in dance. Some fans still can't seem to give Rudeboy the recognition he deserves. Rudeboy's talent speaks for itself.

The contrast between Rudeboy and Mr P's skills is notable. While Rudeboy shines in music, Mr P excels in dance. Both brothers have their own unique talents. It's great to see them bringing their A-game.

EMMACKThe-Blogger

Luis Enrique: “Give Dembélé the 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐝’𝐎𝐫 only for how he 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 in this final!” 😮‍💨

“The way he defended tonight… only that can be worth the Ballon d’Or. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 with goals, titles, leadership, defending, how he was pressing…”.

“Ousmane is my Ballon d’Or. No doubts at all”.

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: Kylian Mbappé sends his 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 to PSG after their Champions League win

“The big day has finally arrived, super win and with the manner of whole club. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐒𝐆”
Moral lesson:Mbappe go cry!!

Jada cheated on Will Smith 23 times with August Alsina and he forgave her .
Will took his wife home , clean her up , forgave her and refused to breakup with her . He believed it was the devil’s hand work and he is not going to break his family .
He forgot the fact that she gave August Alsina hèad , asked him to knack harder ,and bent over for him . He forgave her . Women have labeled him as a REAL MAN .
Moral lesson :It can never be me . 🤷🏽‍♂️