Here's a fascinating and slightly macabre fact from the world of forensic science! 🕵️‍♀️ Meet the **coffin fly (Conicera tibialis)**, one of nature's most unexpected forensic tools. These tiny, remarkable insects possess an astonishing ability: they can burrow over 2 meters (6.6 feet) underground, infiltrating even sealed coffins, to reach buried human remains! Highly specialized in locating decomposing bodies weeks or even months after burial, their larvae feed on the tissue, making them absolutely vital in crime scene investigations involving concealed corpses. While other insects like blowflies dominate early decomposition, coffin flies excel in deep, dark, and oxygen-poor environments, often appearing long after other insect evidence has vanished. Their presence can offer invaluable clues, helping investigators estimate post-mortem intervals and uncover hidden timelines. Truly a testament to the unexpected wonders of the natural world!

I had everything a Lagos big girl was supposed to have — a thriving job at a multinational, two cars parked in front of my rented duplex, a wardrobe full of designer bags, and an accent I’d polished with trips to Dubai and London. But no matter how far I traveled or how high I climbed, my mother’s voice never let me forget the one thing I didn’t have. A man to call my husband. Every time I picked up her calls, it came like clockwork: “So when will I come and carry my grandchild, Chinwe? Or is it car I will rock in my old age?” My younger sisters — Ngozi with her twins, and Ifeoma with her doting husband — would exchange those pitying glances behind my back during family gatherings. Aunties whispered. Old classmates giggled whenever I posted vacation pictures without a ring. It stung. God knows it did. So when my mother called me a “male-dressed spinster” at my cousin’s wedding, something inside me snapped like dry broomsticks. Two days later, under the cloak of shame and moonlight, I drove four hours down to my village in Umunnede — alone. I ignored the barking dogs, the curious eyes of night traders at the junction. I went straight to the river behind my late father’s compound — the one my grandmother once called the “mother of the village” — where no girl was allowed to speak certain words after dusk. But I didn’t care for old warnings. I fell to my knees at the mossy bank, my tears mixing with the cold river water that lapped gently at my palms. “Please... whoever listens here... water spirits... ancestors... gods... anybody!” I sobbed, my voice cracking into the darkness. “I’m tired of being laughed at! Give me a husband — a man I can call mine! I don’t want to di!e single... please!” After my words, there was no thunder, no rustle. The water simply gurgled on, swallowing my secrets. By dawn, I dragged my weary body back to the city, clutching a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, something or someone had heard me. I threw myself into work the next day, ignoring my mother’s calls. By midnight, exhausted, I dozed off on the couch, still in my office blouse and skirt. A strange chill brushed my cheek. My eyes fluttered open. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks — that the silhouette by my window was a trick of shadows. Then the figure moved. Into the light. A tall man, bare-chested, skin glistening as if he’d been bathed in moonlight. Eyes dark, unblinking. Handsome in an unearthly way. My breath caught in my throat. I could not scream. “Who... who are you?” I croaked, pressing my back against the sofa, eyes darting to the door I knew I could never reach in time. The man smiled, slow and haunting, and spoke in a voice that felt like cool river water washing over burning skin: “Your husband... from the waters of Umunnede.” TO BE CONTINUED... STAY TUNED. GIVE ME A HUSBAND Episode 1 To be automatically notified when the next episode drops, f0ll0w Jane James #creativewriting #storytelling #storytime #fictionwriter

The devil appeared to three monks and said to them: "If I gave you the power to change something in the past, what would you change?" The first of them, with great apostolic fervor, replied: "I would like to prevent you from leading Adam and Eve to sin, so that humanity does not separate from God." The second, a man full of mercy, said to him: "I will prevent you from straying from God and condemning you forever." The third of them was the simplest and instead of answering the tempter, he knelt down, made the sign of the cross, and prayed: "Lord, deliver me from the temptation of what might have been and what was not." The demon, screaming and trembling with pain, fled. The other two were surprised and said to him: "Brother, why did you react like this?" And he answered them: “First, we should never talk to the enemy.” “Secondly, no one in the world has the power to change the past.” “Third: Satan’s interest was not to prove our virtue, but to trap us in the past, so that we neglect the present, the only time God gives us His grace and we can cooperate with Him to fulfill His will.” Of all the demons, the one that most holds men back and prevents them from being happy is “what could have been and was not.” The past is left to the mercy of God and the future to His providence. Only the present is in our hands. Live today loving God with all your heart.

THE SECRET TO ORGANIZATIONAL GROWTH If your organization is struggling, don’t start by blaming the market, the employees, or even the customer. Start by solving your leadership problem. Because when leadership gets it right, everything else finds alignment. Employees solve customer problems. Teams take ownership. Vision becomes culture. Employees are closer to the customer than you are. If they’re disengaged, unheard, or undervalued, the customer experience suffers—no matter how great your strategy looks on paper. Build Leaders, Not Followers The highest role of a leader is not to command, but to create more leaders. True leadership is a system—not a spotlight. Ask questions. Listen deeply. Invest in your people. Encourage constructive criticism without fear. Keep your word—every promise kept builds trust. A leader’s strength is measured not by how many follow them, but by how many grow under them. Leadership Growth = Organizational Growth A company cannot outgrow the capacity of its leaders. Just like a tree, until leadership grows, fruit remains hidden. Nokia didn’t die from poor products—it failed because it couldn’t adapt. WeWork collapsed under the weight of ego and overhype. Blockbuster ignored the need for change, and paid the price. The common thread? Leadership failed first. Not the market. Not the product. Not the people. Lead Forward! If you want to grow your organization, grow your leadership. If you want customer loyalty, earn employee trust. If you want innovation, create safety for ideas. If you want long-term impact, invest in people—not just performance. Solve your leadership problem, and your people will solve every other problem. That’s not management. That’s leadership. © Ayobami Francis #LeadershipAdvocate #certifiedlifecoach #servantleader #executivecoaching #leadershipcoach

This month God almighty will continue to protect and favour you and your family more, He will give you and your family sufficient grace to overcome satanic manipulations. You and your family will found favour before God and before men and lives in good health in Jesus christ mighty name.....

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Sorrow may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning. Stay focused, concentrate, be consistent and diligent.

The word of God is alive and active, sharper than any double edged sword, piercing through bones and marrows

What God cannot do does not exist