"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. Your shares is my biggest motivation to continue. 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 Written by Real life stories Do not copy or repost F Agent for more

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨🚨 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... . 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. While I'm trying my best to impress you guys, biko, make ona react and co.m.me.nt so I'd know if I should go on with this story. Please read the notice below: To be continued... Follow EMMACK for the next episode

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? Your shares is my biggest motivation to continue. To Be Continued... 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 . 🤷🏽‍♂️

I met my wife, Chioma, long before the fame, the money, and the spotlight. Back then, I was still hustling, trying to find my place. My father’s money wasn’t my money, I had to work my way up to where I am today. Chioma was by my side during those early days, when life wasn’t glamorous, and I couldn’t afford the things I can afford now. I have a friend who’s incredibly wealthy, but each time he sees me and Chioma talking or spending time together, he says, “You did it, bro.” Because for all his wealth, he doesn’t have a solid partner who was there from the beginning. That’s something money can’t buy, genuine connection and loyalty. One thing I always tell people: when you finally make it, don’t forget the ones who stood by you when you had nothing. They are your real people. The ones who cheered you on without expecting anything in return. If I didn’t already have someone, and I met a woman now, I would always wonder, “Is she here for me or for Davido the celebrity?” That’s why I value my day ones, those who loved me before the world even knew my name. – Davido

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Thousands of South Africans are currently in the streets to show their support for President Ibrahim Traore . They have been seeing his great works and had to celebrate him today . Thousands of them are currently in the streets showing him love . They believe Africa does not need to be controlled by the west. This is the thing about doing great work ,people will always celebrate you . Moral lesson : Can People move to the streets to celebrate your president ?!🤦‍♂️🥶

SAD 🤦‍♂️💔💔 Casie revealed that When Nipsey Hussle died , his wife started dating Diddy only after 2 weeks . Casie revealed there was a time she visited Laurent and saw her on Diddy’s bed . You know the craziest thing ? Diddy and Nipsey were friends . Nipsey went everywhere with his wife .He took her to the studio all the time . He loved and respected her so much . One could never even think Diddy will do that to him . Moral lesson : Fear women .

“Tems had just ₦200 in her account… yet she still ordered food for everyone.” 😳❤️ Tems’ manager, Muyiwa Awoniyi, shares how her selflessness and mindset led him to turn down a standard contract—and build a whole company with her instead. “She was chasing me to sign my own contract. I’ve never seen that before. She would ask me, ‘Have you signed? Please sign it, we need to start moving.’ And I said to her, ‘Wait—you don’t mind signing paperwork?’ That’s when I knew… this girl isn’t the average girl and I could rock with her for life.” #1Official

The first night I saw my best friend with my husband, I did what they never imagined... They were both in the bedroom... . MY BEST FRIEND STOLE MY MAN CHAPTER 1 If somebody had told me that the person who would destroy my life was the same person I used to share my clothes and secrets with, I would have laughed in their face. But now, the only thing I laugh at is my own stupidity. My name is Amaka, and my wedding was in two weeks. I had the man. I had the ring. I had the aso-ebi colors picked out. I had my best friend by my side — or so I thought. It was a hot Wednesday morning in Enugu. I remember clearly because NEPA had just brought light and I was dancing in my towel, holding my phone and playing “Baby Riddim” by Fave. My cheeks were hurting from smiling too much. Obinna, my fiancé, had just sent me money for my gele and shoes. “Nne, I want you to look like a goddess that day,” he said. “The whole world must know you’re mine.” God knows I loved that man. Chiamaka, my best friend since secondary school, was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone and laughing at a meme. “See this one,” she said, turning the phone to show me a picture of a bride whose makeup looked like she fought with a clown. I laughed. “Chia, that can never be me. My makeup artist is charging sixty thousand.” “Ehen? So now you’re a big girl, eh?” she teased, throwing a pillow at me. We laughed like that for minutes. Two friends. Two sisters. Or so I thought. I didn’t know she was laughing because she already knew something I didn’t. That morning, Obinna called. His voice was deep and warm. “Have you eaten?” “No,” I smiled. “Waiting for you to bring me food.” Chiamaka raised her eyebrow and whispered, “Tell him to bring for both of us o!” Obinna chuckled over the phone. “Alright. I’m coming with your favorite — nkwobi and cold malt.” When the call ended, Chiamaka looked at me with a sly smile. “You’re lucky o. This your Obinna, he’s sweet die.” I nodded. “He is.” She stood up. “Let me go bath. I want to look fine before he comes. You know your man likes seeing fine girls.” We laughed again. But in that laugh, something shifted. I didn’t catch it then. But now, thinking back, I see it clearly. The way she looked at me. The way she said “your man.” There was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before. That evening, when Obinna came, I noticed he didn’t hug me the way he used to. It was quick. Cold. His eyes darted around like he was hiding something. He handed me the nylon bag. “Your food.” “Thanks baby,” I smiled, trying to hold his hand. He pulled it away too fast. Chiamaka came out wearing a short gown that hugged her in all the wrong places. Her makeup was too much for a simple evening, but she walked like she was on a runway. Obinna’s eyes followed her for a second too long. I noticed. I pretended not to. We all sat in the parlor and watched a movie. But Obinna laughed at jokes that weren’t funny. He barely looked at me. When Chiamaka stood to go get water, his eyes followed her again. My heart skipped. Something wasn’t right. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay on the bed while Chiamaka snored beside me. I stared at the ceiling and asked myself one question: “What if love is not enough?” To be continued…. Oluchi Onyeaghala

I never knew my wife had a snake as a pet, not until after our wedding and she was moving her property into my house. She brought out the snake from it cage and let it free in the house. When I came back from work and saw the snake and I attempted killing it. As I rushed to the kitchen and brought out a knife to kill it my wife stopped me "Honey stop meet daisy my pet" she said and laughed at me. I seriously didn't buy it, she begged that daisy has been her pet ever she was 16. She said , daisy was picked alongside the road while she was going to church so she considers her as God's gift. I finally let daisy stay but on the condition that she was kept in the cageat all times. My wife didn't listen to my instructions and she'll let daisy out sometimes. One morning we woke up and saw one of our neighbour crying. When we requested to know why, they said there son was taken away while everyone was asleep.. I suspected daisy but my wife would defend her to any length, to even make matters worse daisy didn't come out to eat no do anything 5 days after my neighbours son went missing . I refused bringing in any visitor to my house, after my boss had an encounter with daisy and sacked me. Another thing I noticed was that when ever am making out with my wife, I do notice daisy staring at us. And secondly daisy would never play with me like she does with my wife, according to my wife she said I was to hard on daisy. It's been five years now into our marriage and my wife was yet to take in. We have gone from miracle centre to another but yet no results. I began suspecting daisy, as for the way she would always look at me,while making out 'maybe she was a demon's ' so I will think. One day while I left my home for job hunting my former boss called me for recruiting, so I had to rush back to my house to get myself ready and go for work. When I entered I noticed a cold silence in my house. I checked Daisy's cage at the corridor but found it open. I was scared so I tiptoed to my room and slowly open up the door. TO BE CONTINUED...

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Wizkid has bought his 14-year-old son, Bolu, the latest 2025 Mercedes to begin learning how to drive. At this point, can anyone still say money isn’t everything? Bolu, just 14, already has a Mercedes to his name. His mother took him out today to practice driving around their neighborhood. Moral of the lesson : May we all succeed financially so our children don’t have to face the same struggles we did

I wasn't born into a rich family—I was born into struggles. Growing up in Libreville, with roots deep in Anambra State, life wasn’t gentle with me. We were eight children, fighting hunger and chasing dreams without any comfort. But inside me, a voice whispered, poverty ends right here with me. Acting became my way out, my quiet escape from pain and hardships. Life didn’t hand me opportunities; I had to fight and create my own path. When people said I couldn't make it, I pushed harder. Step by step, I built a name, created wealth, and formed an empire. Today, I travel everywhere, inspire others, and run businesses because my past didn’t define me—it shaped me. I didn’t start from wealth, but my journey is proof that your start doesn’t decide your finish. Riches didn't come from my family, but believe me, a wealthy family will come from me. — Jim Iyke

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨😳 Millions of Nigerian women shed tears , collapse and some rush to the hospital after seeing Verydarkman’s Turkish girlfriend. They have been together now for sometime .,She lives in Turkey and is doing very well for herself . Omo VDM Dey enjoy Shaaaa . The babe set ❤️ Moral lesson : Hustle oh , if you want chop fine chop .

*HOME ALONE* UNDER 🔞 KEEP OFF Episode 12 They both walk to us, Rose coming to me and Ruth moving over to Samuel. I held Rose close to myself and gave her a deep kiss. This is my first time of having a group s£x and oh yea, my adrenaline rush is high. Samuel not wanting to take last decided to step up a bit as he removed the top of Ruth and she was clad in her bra and short skirt. Without wasting time, he removed the bra and her small b00bs were free from their prison. Well, since this is gradually turning into a competition, I also removed the shirt and bra of Rose and started sucking her little b00bs. One thing about the twins is that their b00bs are pointed though little. Rose: yeah baby..yeah yeah yeah. Ruth: wuu ooh ahhh. She m0aned and I laughed. This is the first time I will hear her m0an and it sounds funny. I switched b00bs and Samuel did same. Looking at each other with the corner of our eyes, we súçked on the b00bs so hard that they slapped us hard. I kissed my way down her stomach and removed her skirt, she was clad in a white pant. I looked at Samuel and he had removed her skirt too, both wearing white panties. Now time to score the hat trick, without warning, I attacked her pússy with my mouth. Rose: ohhh my gawdddd!!!! She shouted and gave out her first o—-m. Samuel: dàrn, you just…you just….disgusting. Me: maybe that’s what you think. I said and began to eat her pússy again while Samuel watched in surprise. I paused and looked at Ruth and she threw her face away in jealousy. I made sure I took my time in licking her libias before taking in her clit and again, I was blessed with another wave of org@sm. Rose: oh..oh…. Idris I love you you. She breathed down and stood up. Rose: common Samuel, eat her pússy. Me: yeah do it. Samuel: I… I can’t. Ruth sighed, obviously she was in need of a head. Rose: dàrn Ruth, you are missing it big time. Ruth: *disappointed* I know but he will never do it. Me: lemme help. I said and her eyes shone happily. Rose gave the go ahead signal and I walked up to Ruth. Me: just close your eyes and enjoy. I said and she did close her eyes. Then my magic tongue came and she gasped. I licked her slit, took the libias one by one from the left to the right and back to the left. Ruth: gawdddd… There’s no….no…nothing like this, so…so…sweet. She m0aned out loud and I stopped. Me: if you continue that, the neighbours will be here in no time. Ruth: sorry!!! She said and before I could say Jack, my head was buried deep into her p—y and her legs crossed over my head (submission style). If I am not careful, then I will definitely pass away soon. Breathing is even a problem, I was just breathing in her sweet pússy scent. Without wasting any time, I took her little clit in my mouth and pinched her n!poles with both hands. Ruth: I…dris…I…dris… I…I…I…dris… you you have arghhhh!!!! She shouted again as another wave of org@sm hit her and she released me. I started breathing hard and she was doing same. Ruth: *recovering from her org@sm* wait samuel, you definitely need to be giving me a head. So you have been cheating on me all these while? She asked in a serious tone. Samuel: how? Ruth; don’t gimme that crap. I will suck your díçk but you don’t return the favor. She said in an angry tone while me and Rose were laughing. Samuel agreed to be giving her a head and we all moved to the next stage. Me and Sam but removed our cloth and this is the first time I will be seeing him n@ked. We are almost similar in structure both in abs too but the BEAST was far bigger than his. Ruth: jeezzz, Rose don’t tell me you have been taking…taking…that monster c–k and you’re still fine. Rose: *sighed* you have seen things for yourself. The beast is filled with pleasure and and painsss. She said and I grinned wickedly. . My friend Sam was dumpfounded as he couldn’t speak. Sam: no wonder most of the girls in school are all taking about you, you are beast menn.. He said and I smiled. His own díçk is big, long and meaty but mine is another case entirely. Ruth: don’t keep me waiting, come and stick your díçk in here. She said to Sam pointing at her vagina. Samuel walked up to her, lay her on the floor and with one stroke, his díçk was inside her and he started fúçking her slowly and passionately. Ruth: oh my… Yes… Just like that, I loveee it. She m0aned out and he continued fúçking her deep but slower. I moved to my awaiting Rose and placed her on the floor also without wasting time, I thrusted deep into her. Rose: ouchh…. Ummmm.. Ohhr… I pushed harder and half of my díçk was inside her now. Still not satisfied, I pushed even harder till I hit her rock bottom, the last place my díçk can ever reach and now, she have almost taken everything inside of her. Rose: arghhh….. I… I…. I… Am full. Don’t dare move an inch, don’t dare even move an inch. She m0aned and came again. I withdrew my díçk and thrusted into her again. She was so tight that my Beast was literally tearing her pússy into two. I could feel her raw flesh, tearing wider and wider to accommodate my beast. Rose: my gawddddd…… I am damned ooo, ouch… Ouchh ouchh, idris ooooo!!! I looked at Sam and he was still busy, Rose was closing her eyes as wave and wave of orgasmic bliss hit her. I gave him a nod and he understood. We turned them and made them stoop on all fours. Rose was directly facing Ruth as I entered her from behind while Samuel entered Ruth from behind too. Ruth: argh, fúçk me Sam.. Fúçk me harder I love you!!!!! She m0aned as Samuel hit her hard from behind. With one hard stroke, I hit Rose rock bottom with pressure and she jolted. Not knowing what to do, she held her sister and gave her a deep kiss as I rammed her from behind. The sight of the two sisters kissing each other was so d@rn hot and I could feel my org@sm build up. Samuel: Agg… Argh… Oh yeahhhh. Ahm He m0aned as he emptied his load inside Ruth. I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pushed my díçk so hard into Rose that she screamed in pains and I began to pour in inside of her. Me: yeahhhh….. Oh yeahhhhhhhh….. I m0aned endlessly. We all laid on the floor. Me and Samuel’s d!cks were limp, Ruth breathing hard and Rose’s legs spread wide apart to allow air in. Ruth: holy sh.it!!!!!!!! She screamed at the sight of her sister’s p—y which was now very wide but closing rapidly. Ruth: d@rn you Idris. You are destroying my sister’s pússy. Just look at the size of that thing for goodness sake. Rose: am just tired, I can’t even feel my legs. It’s like he was forcing his way all up to my womb. Me: oh, so sorry about that. Ruth: what’s the time? Me: few minutes to seven. I said after checking my phone. Ruth: our telenovela will soon start, got to go. Samuel: you and this your silly telenovela enh. Ruth was already standing up, she wore her cloth but Rose couldn’t stand. Her sister helped her up and also helped her with dressing up. Ruth: next time, you fúçk her slowly, now I know the reason why she comes home limping sometimes. Me: hi hi captain, will fúçk her slowly next time. Ruth: very good. She said and went out with her sister who just kept quiet. Me and Samuel stood up and wore our cloth before we sat down to watch cartoon this time around. Sam: dárn, ur díçk big o. Me: yours is big too. Sam: no, you get monster cóck. No wonder. Me: no wonder w€tin? Samuel: nothing, I don dey go. He said and we both shook hands before he ran out. Wow, today’s group bang was amazing. Day 1 being home alone. TO BE CONTINUED PLEASE LIKE,COMMENT AND SHARE #everyonehighlightsfollowers #highlight

SAD 🚨💔 Peller sheds tears as Wizkid’s son snubs him for the second time . He texted Wizkid’s son to help him talk to his father on his behalf and he read and ignored . He didn’t give up , he texted again omo the boy still snub 🥶🥶🥶 Omo Boluwatife get him Papa him Pride oh . Moral lesson: Peller does not even know that Bolu sees his father only once in a while 😆

“ I failed to build my mum a house at 28th “ “ life is funny , I planned to build my first house at 28th . At 28th I had nothing , all my friends bought houses and had almost everything . I was popular but had nothing . I clapped for them and kept working . Today I have a very big house . You might spend all years working and think things are not working for you . It takes a day for God to change your story .Dont stain your hands because of pressure “ Mike Godson Truth be told , some of us are about to give up , we feel like we’ve worked so much and nothing is working . Be calm and keep working Moral lesson : To you reading , I pray God changes your story this year too ,soon your parents will smile too .

COLE PALMER STEPPED UP BIG TIME AFTER HEARING ALL THOSE ISCO HYPES AT HALF-TIME AND DISHED OUT TWO CLINICAL GOALS TO GIVE CHELSEA A DRAMATIC COMEBACK WIN OVER REAL BETIS, CEMENTING THEIR STATUS AS UECL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!! 🥶🥶🔥🔥 ⚽️ Enzo Fernandez ⚽️ Nicolas Jackson ⚽️ Jadon Sancho ⚽️ Moises Caicedo 🅰️🅰️ Cole Palmer 🅰️ Enzo Fernandez WE ARE CHELSEA!!! WE ARE CHAMPIONS!!!! 🏆✅🔥 #CFC #goalrush

"Because of money, I lost even the woman my mum knew I would marry." ~ Rude Boy "Reason with me" was exactly what happened to me. I had this girl that I loved so much; even my mum knew I would marry her. But the big boys came and did their thing🤦‍♂️. Anything I did became offensive to her, even my greetings. But I thank her for making me hustle more. You see, money? It will make a girl leave you and blame it on something else." ~ Rude Boy Lesson: Money is good, no doubt. May God bless every genuine hustle that you engage in."Because of money, I lost even the woman my mum knew I would marry." ~ Rude Boy

When Rihanna gave birth to her first two Kids , She told ASAP Rocky that she can no longer handle all her businesses since she has to take care of the kids . She said it was better Asap Rocky takes over the company and keep growing it like a man but Asap Rocky denied .SHe suggested he should also control all her properties but he denied . He said Rihanna has worked so hard to become a billionaire and he will never take that away from her . Instead he will work to become a billionaire too so that their home will be made up of billionaires . At this point , Rihanna trusted him even more . Rihanna will do anything for ASAP Rocky . She knows their relationship is built on love 💕. Moral lesson : Some of you who are greedy could take such an opportunity and end marriage in no time . God sees your heart that’s why he is not linking you to great people.

“The worst thing interviewers do to me is ask me: Wizkid or Davido? I always tell them, bro, don’t do this to me. You want to get me into serious trouble. And truly, I always get into trouble for mentioning anything about Davido. Davido will whøøp my åss if I choose someone else apart from him. So, I always choose Davido at the end of the day" — Akon

"Olamide gifted me 10 million Naira for me to buy water and drink. I didn't do anything for him, ooo" – Peller reveals! "I slept off after my birthday party. As I woke up in the evening, they texted me and said Baddo said they should give me $5,000. In fact, I'll bring Olamide Baddo on my live stream again. He was the first artist on my livestream when I was a nobody. He is like a father to me and I love him so much " – Peller May God bless Olamide 🙏

BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS PRETENDS TO BE A POOR WAITRESS TO FIND TRUE LOVE EPISODE. 1 Emily Johnson at 26 years old had everything anyone could dream of. She was the only daughter of Mr. James and Mrs. Mary Johnson, one of the wealthiest families in the country. Her father owned a large empire of companies while her mother was a renowned philanthropist. Emily had grown up in luxury, surrounded by expensive cars, grand mansions, and all the finest things money could buy. However, despite all the riches, Emily felt something was missing. People around Emily always seemed more interested in her family’s fortune than in her as a person. She had friends, but over time she realized they cared more about her lifestyle than who she really was. The men she dated were the same—interested in her wealth and status, but never her heart. Emily longed to be loved for who she truly was, not for her family’s wealth. One evening, after a particularly shallow conversation with a man her father had introduced her to, Emily knew something had to change. This man, like so many others, was more interested in impressing her with his wealth than learning anything about her. She wanted more. She wanted a life where she could be herself and find love not based on her family’s name, but on who she truly was. Emily decided that she needed to leave her life of privilege behind, at least for a little while. She wanted to experience the world outside her bubble, to live simply and discover if she could find love in a place where no one knew her background. Before she made any drastic decisions, Emily sat down with her parents to discuss her plan. They were sitting in the large dining room of their mansion. “I’ve been thinking about something for a while,” Emily began, her heart racing. “I want to leave the city for a while. I need time to find myself away from everything here.” Her mother, Mrs. Mary, immediately frowned. “Leave? Emily, you’re a young woman. The world outside is harsh, especially for a girl like you. You don’t need to go anywhere. We can find you a good husband here, someone who will love and care for you.” Emily sighed, knowing her mother wouldn’t understand. “But that’s the problem, Mom. All the men I meet are only interested in what I have, not in me. I want to live a simple life for a while, away from all this. I want to find someone who loves me for who I am.” Mrs. Mary shook her head. “It’s not safe out there for a girl like you. What if something happens? How will you survive without the comfort and protection of this home? You don’t need to struggle when everything you need is right here.” Emily looked at her father, hoping for support. Mr. James, a stern but thoughtful man, had been listening quietly. “I won’t be gone forever,” Emily said, turning to her father. “I just need some time to figure things out. If I don’t find what I’m looking for, if I can’t find love on my own, I’ll come back. I’ll agree to marry the man you want me to marry.” Her father raised an eyebrow. “You mean the tech billionaire David, who you have adamantly refused to meet?” “Yes,” Emily nodded. “I’ll meet him eventually, but first I need to do this. I need to know if I can live a life where people see me for me, not for our name.” Mr. James leaned back in his chair, considering his daughter’s words. He loved Emily dearly, and as much as he wanted her to marry someone powerful like David, he understood her need for independence. He had seen her frustration over the years, trying to find someone who valued her for more than her wealth. Mrs. Mary, however, was not convinced. “James, tell her this is a bad idea. She’s a girl. She can’t just wander off on her own. The world isn’t kind to women, especially one who’s never known hardship. It’s dangerous.” But Mr. James gave Emily a small nod of approval. “If this is what you need to do, Emily, then I’ll support you. I don’t want you to regret not trying to find your own path.” He turned to his wife. “She’s strong, Mary. We have to trust her.” Mrs. Mary sighed, still uneasy. “Fine. But promise me you’ll be careful, Emily.” “I will, Mom,” Emily said with a smile. “I won’t be gone long. I just need time away from all the trouble here.” And with that, Emily’s plan was set. She packed a small suitcase with only simple clothes, leaving behind her expensive dresses, jewelry, and the life of luxury she had always known. The next day, with her father’s reluctant blessing and her mother’s worried gaze, Emily left the city. She boarded a bus to a faraway place, hoping to start fresh. The city she chose was Makalani, a small but bustling town known for its vibrant markets and hardworking people. It was a place where no one would recognize her as the wealthy heiress from the capital. Here, Emily could blend in and live a simple life, just like anyone else. When Emily arrived in Makalani, she found a small one-room apartment to rent. It was nothing like the mansion she had grown up in, but it was enough for her. The apartment had only a bed, a table, and a window that looked out onto the busy streets below. There were no luxuries, no servants to cater to her every need. But for the first time in her life, Emily felt free. Now that she was settled, Emily knew she needed to find a job. She couldn’t live off her family’s wealth if she truly wanted to experience life as an ordinary person. After walking around the streets of Makalani for a few days, she came across a small restaurant called Mama Kay’s Kitchen. The diner had a cozy, inviting atmosphere with the smell of home-cooked meals filling the air. It was always busy with people coming and going, and something about the simplicity of the place drew Emily in. With her heart racing, Emily walked inside and asked Mama Kay, the owner, if she had any job openings. Mama Kay was a kind woman in her mid-50s with a round face and a warm smile. She looked Emily over, noticing her neat but modest clothes, and asked a few questions. Satisfied with Emily’s answers, Mama Kay decided to give her a chance. “We can use another waitress around here,” Mama Kay said, “but it’s tough work. You’ll be on your feet all day serving tables, cleaning up, and dealing with all kinds of customers. Do you think you can handle it?” Emily smiled, determined to prove herself. “Yes, I can handle it. I’ll do my best.” And so Emily began her new life as a waitress at Mama Kay’s Kitchen. The work was much harder than she had ever imagined. She spent long hours on her feet, carrying trays of food, cleaning tables, and taking orders. Her back ached and her hands became rough from the constant cleaning. But despite the exhaustion, Emily found a sense of purpose in this simple life. For the first time, she was living a life that wasn’t handed to her on a silver platter. The customers at Mama Kay’s Kitchen were regular people—workers, families, and students who came in for affordable meals. They treated Emily just like any other waitress, and that’s exactly what she wanted. She was no longer the rich heiress from a powerful family. She was just Emily, the new waitress at the diner. As Emily wiped down a table one evening, she looked out at the busy streets of Makalani and smiled to herself. She had left behind the world of wealth and privilege, but in doing so, she had found something more valuable: freedom. She wondered what the future held. Would she find the love she had been searching for? Or would she eventually return to her old life, marrying the man her father wanted? For now, she was content to wait and see. This was her time to find out who she truly was. And her journey had only just begun. TBC…

Olivia invited me for her mother's burial memorial, and when I got there the picture of the person I saw for the memorial looked Exactly like Madam Iruoma. I stood in shock looking at the picture when Olivia approached me, Is this your mother? I asked Olivia. Yes; she replied. She is beautiful. I said to Olivia. Thank you Ayochidi. Olivia replied. What's her name? I asked Olivia. Lebechi. Angela replied. That's a nice name. Come let me go introduce you to my father. Olivia said, but then someone started calling her name. Just wait here I'm coming let me go attend to the emergency. Olivia said. She left, and I continued staring at the picture. She can't be the one. I said to myself. I was still in my world of thought, when someone touched my back. I turned and immediately I saw Iruoma, I screamed. Arghh. What's the problem? Everyone turned looking as at me. Olivia hurriedly came out, Ayochidi what is it? Olivia asked me. I looked at the memorial banner and looked at Iruoma. You can't be serious. This is aunty Iruoma, my mother's twin. Olivia said. Really? I asked Olivia. Yes. She replied. You never told me your mother had a twin. I said. Now you know. She said. Come let me go introduce you to my father. Olivia said. She took me to the room where her father was all alone, Daddy this is Ayochidi my boyfriend. Olivia said. Boyfriend? I whispered to Olivia's ear. Ayochidi please this is my only daughter. Please take good care of her well. Please don't break my daughter's heart. Olivia's father said to me. I will try my best sir. I replied. Ayochidi, don't try your best; do your best. Do I make myself clear? Her father asked me. Yes, I replied. Olivia and I came outside the room. You didn't tell me I was your boyfriend. I told her in a low tune. I invited you and you came, I thought you like me already. Olivia said. I like you, but. Olivia held my lips. No buts Ayochidi. Don't tell me all the dates mearnt nothing to you. Olivia said. It meant something. I replied. Olivia came close to me and gave me a passionate kiss. This kiss felt different, it felt like the kiss of true love. I felt the connection inside of me. I was kissing Olivia when I saw Iruoma passed by. I disconnected the kiss. What happened? Olivia asked me. Nothing. I said. I thought, I heard your name. I said. I didn't hear anything Ayochidi, I don't want this to end. Olivia said. It won't. I assured her. I think you should use the restroom, there's lipstick on your lips. Olivia said. I touched my lips. I just smiled. Where's the bathroom? I asked her. She showed me her bedroom's bathroom. She followed me inside and adjusted her lipstick before heading out. I will see you later. She said before leaving. As soon as she left, I heard someone come into the room again. Who's that? I asked. There was no response. I had to come outside of the bathroom and when I came outside, I saw Iruoma standing seductively at the door. She locked the door and hide the key in her pocket. What's going on? I asked Iruoma as she approached me. I told you Ayochidi, when you have me, you have me alone. What are you doing with my sister's daughter? She asked me as she approached me. Iruoma can we not do this here, we are at a burial memorial, give your sister some respect. I said. Respect? You are talking about respect? We will talk about this later, but now come make mommy feel better. Iruoma said to me. I can't. I said. You will, and you must!!! Iruoma said to me as she approached me seductively. As she came towards me, we heard a knock on the door. It was Olivia knocking. Your shares is my biggest motivation to continue... To Be Continued... Title: Room Service 5.

She Was a Virgin Maid—Until the Billionaire Took What He Wanted Episode 2 The silence in Alhaji Malik’s room was thick like smoke when Aishah entered. The curtains were drawn, soft lights glowed from golden wall lamps, and he was seated on the edge of the massive bed, dressed in a black kaftan, sipping something from a glass that looked like wine but smelled stronger. She kept her eyes on the floor, her arms trembling as she clutched the edge of her hijab. “Come closer,” he said calmly. She didn’t move. “I said come.” His voice was not raised, but it carried a weight that pushed her forward like invisible hands. Her heart was beating like a drum, her feet cold against the tiled floor, her mind racing with every verse of protection she could remember. When she reached him, he stood and walked around her slowly like a lion circling prey. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked. She didn’t answer. “I’ve had models in this house. Politicians’ daughters. But none of them made me feel like this.” His words fell like acid on her skin. She wanted to run, scream, vanish—but she stood still, trapped in fear, her hands tightly gripped together. Then he touched her. Just her chin at first. Then her waist. Then the scarf around her neck. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you if you just relax.” But there was no relaxing. There was only dread. Only betrayal. Only helplessness. And when he finally took her—without violence, without shouting, but with complete control—Aishah left her own body. She stared at the ceiling. She counted the lights. She tasted the salt of her tears. She did not scream, did not fight, did not speak. When it was over, he pulled the blanket over her like it was affection, like he had done her a favour. “I’ll take care of you now,” he said, stroking her hair. “No one else will touch you. You’re mine.” She got up slowly, her legs barely carrying her weight. Blood stained her gown. Pain bloomed between her thighs. Her soul felt hollow. She walked back to the servant quarters like a ghost. She scrubbed her body until it burned. She prayed until her knees gave out. But no matter how hard she cried, she couldn’t wash away what he took. The next morning, she was called to work like nothing happened. And so she worked. She scrubbed floors. She served food. She changed bedsheets. And each time she saw him, he smiled at her like they shared a secret. He would brush her waist when he passed, whisper her name like it was a pet, drop wads of cash in her locker. She never touched the money. She never spoke to him. But her silence didn’t stop him. Weeks passed. The others began to notice something had changed. Her smile disappeared. Her appetite vanished. And one morning, she collapsed while cleaning the hallway. A test was done. The result came back positive. She was pregnant. Malik didn’t flinch. “It’s mine,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” But Aishah didn’t want care. She wanted her old life back. She wanted her innocence, her safety, her faith. The head maid accused her of seducing the master. Some of the maids whispered that she planned it all to trap a rich man. But she said nothing. Not a word. Even when her aunt came crying, shouting, slapping her, she remained silent. Her mother was told, and the shame crushed the woman like illness never could. “You’ve disgraced me,” she said over the phone, coughing and sobbing. “You were supposed to help us—not end up with a bastard in your belly.” Aishah cried for days. She tried to abort. She starved herself. Drank strange herbs. But the baby stayed. And so she carried it. Through pain. Through shame. Through Malik’s constant presence. He decorated a room for her. Bought clothes. Paid nurses. Called it love. But love didn’t feel like this. Love didn’t taste like violation. When labour came, it came fast and wild. She screamed for hours in the private hospital he arranged. And when the child came—a girl—she stared at her daughter’s face and saw both beauty and trauma. The child looked like him. But her tiny fingers wrapped around Aishah’s hand like a lifeline. She named her Amatullah. Servant of Allah. Because only Allah had stayed with her. Malik came with gifts. He held the baby and called her perfect. He looked at Aishah with soft eyes and said, “I want to marry you. I’ll make you my second wife.” She stared at him, her face blank. “So that you can make it halal after already ruining me?” she whispered. “So that I will thank you for giving me what I never asked for?” He frowned. “Don’t be ungrateful. You could have been nothing. Look at your life now.” Her voice broke as she replied, “I was more than nothing before you touched me. I had dignity. I had peace.” She refused his offer. Took her baby. Left the mansion. He let her go, maybe out of guilt, maybe out of boredom. He transferred money into her account. Gave her a house in a quiet town. But she never answered his calls again. She built a small life with her daughter, opening a tailoring shop, staying close to the mosque, crying quietly at night. The child grew, smart and curious, always asking, “Mummy, who is my father?” And Aishah would answer, “Someone I never want you to become.” But the world is small. News spreads fast. One day, the TV screamed headlines: “Billionaire Malik Okoye Dies in Road Crash.” Aisha froze. Her daughter stood beside her. “That’s him, isn’t it?” she asked. Aishah nodded slowly. “Yes. That’s him.” And when the reporters came asking for statements, she gave none. She went to the mosque, prayed for his soul, and whispered, “Only Allah knows what you were.” Then she walked home, held her daughter close, and for the first time in years, slept without tears.