Heal Before You Enter Another Relationship Unhealed wounds can poison new beginnings. If you haven’t taken time to process your pain, forgive yourself, and grow from past relationships, you'll carry the same baggage into your next one. Healing is not just about moving on. It’s about sitting with your pain, learning the lessons, and becoming a healthier version of yourself. It means understanding your patterns and making better choices. Without healing, you risk repeating cycles. You may sabotage good love because you haven’t learned to trust again. Or you may settle because you’re afraid of being alone. Healing helps you choose better — not just love better. No one can heal you but you. A new partner can love you, but they can't fix what's broken within. Give yourself the gift of emotional wholeness before inviting someone else into your heart. Healthy love begins with a healed you. Follow Lolly Gold Talkshow for more heartfelt truths, powerful reflections, and real conversations that heal, inspire, and empower. 💛

The Danger of Comparing Your Marriage to Social Media Social media often gives us a romanticized version of reality. Perfect vacations, surprise proposals, anniversary gifts — it all looks beautiful. But behind every perfect post, there could be hidden struggles, years of hard work, or even turmoil. Comparing your relationship to what you see online can breed discontent. You begin to measure love by what is seen, not what is felt. You forget the private victories you and your partner have overcome. You forget the value of your shared journey. Relationships aren't built in photo filters. They're built in sacrifice, late-night talks, forgiveness, and compromise. When you compare, you diminish the realness of your love and chase a fantasy that doesn't exist. Remember, real love is not always picture-perfect. It’s in the quiet mornings, the inside jokes, the shared responsibilities, and the unwavering support during hard times. Don’t trade authentic connection for staged perfection. Celebrate your story. Be present in your love. Follow Lolly Gold Talkshow for more heartfelt truths, powerful reflections, and real conversations that heal, inspire, and empower. 💛

🎉 New Music Alert! 🎉 Get ready to feel the good vibes! Joe Stranger's brand new single, "Joy Is Coming," is OUT TODAY! ☀️ This uplifting Afro-fusion track is guaranteed to put a smile on your face and get your feet tapping. Don't wait – download or stream "Joy Is Coming" now and let the joy begin! ➡️ https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/joestranger/joy-is-coming-2 ⬅️ What are you waiting for? Spread the joy! 😊 #JoeStranger #JoyIsComing #NewMusic #Afrofusion #NigerianMusic #OutNow #MusicLover #GoodVibes

I was driving with my wife @nedokuti in the car, on our way somewhere, thinking about how funny life’s excesses can be. I asked her to play a rhythmic pattern on the passenger side dashboard as I started writing the song in my head, and I enjoyed the direction it took. The result is a lively and groovy song with satirical lyrics about how easily we can lose ourselves in our vices. The second verse reflects on this theme and aims towards growth and progress. “Life As We Know It” short visualiser is also out on YouTube. I’m happy to announce my sophomore album “Chapter 1: Where Does Happiness Come From?” Is coming out July 25th, 2025. Presave using the link in bio 🔗⬆️ Single Art: @kiks_johnson @kiksjstudio #lifeasweknowit #lawki #sophomorealbum #chapter1wheredoeshappinesscomefrom

MY FATHER'S ADVICE TO ME WHEN I WAS SEARCHING FOR A WIFE... My son, I will be very raw and sincere with you. Do not worry about the size of a woman buttock or breast but worry about the size of her heart and brain. Worry about the size of her love and endurance. Because after 5 or 10 years, it will not be about the breast or buttock. As you can see, your mum now has a flat chest and almost flat buttock but we still live together happily, I still love her and she still love me. Be careful of a woman that loves money. I mean the woman that talks ‘every time’ about her hair, cloths, shoes, bags panties and make-ups. Marriage is not all about these things. Without make-up, cloths, shoes and panties a good marriage will still stand but without love, no marriage can stand. When I got married to your mum, I didn’t have a car or house of my own. I was not even educated. But I had dreams and she appreciate and support me. Any woman that does not support your dream is not worth thinking-a-minute about. There are women that will see your dreams better than you, you are lucky if you find one, My son, open your ears very well, there is a kind of woman you should avoid, do not make a mistake to marry this kind of woman or you will regret it. I mean a woman that always has bad things to say about everyone. If you see this kind of woman, run away. One of the worst kind of woman you can marry is the one that complains about everything. If you buy this, she says you should have bought that, if you do this, she said you should have done that. Please stay away! Most women enjoy talking but the one who talks for two hours and listen for two minutes is a potential ‘bomb’. Be wise Be very careful of a pretending partner. A pretending woman is not hard to know. She will always know everything about everything, she will be careful. Just close your eyes and open your heart and you will see! No woman is perfect. If you see a woman who believes in your dream , who respects you who is committed and who is not all about herself alone, then don’t let her go. But remember, you must not be a wayward man. I have trained you! If you find a good woman but you are a bad man, you wont have a good marriage! I won’t pick a wife for you but I have given you my advice. When you find her, bring her for my blessings. May you find a woman that will increase you not decrease you... EYA Oliver Uchenna®️

I love Nigerian churches, where pastors pause their sermons every Sunday to call out single people. Things get personal fast!

Seller of BIG chicken thighs in Abuja caught with his “ Chicken”. Odiegwu. Ndi big chicken thighs. Orobo! This Guy Sells Vultures As Chickens

When you are big, you are big, Chelsea FC has not been to champions league for two seasons,but the current UEFA ranking: 🚨 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚: UEFA release new ranking after Champion League Final 🏆⤵️ 1. 🇪🇸 REAL MADRID 2. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 MANCHESTER CITY 3. 🇩🇪 BAYERN MUNICH 4. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 LIVERPOOL 5. 🇫🇷 PSG 6. 🇮🇹 INTER 7. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 CHELSEA 8. 🇩🇪 DORTMUND 9. 🇮🇹 ROMA 10. 🇪🇸 BARCELONA

Love is powerful. It can create and leave the sweetest memories that you will be sustained by for the rest of your life moments that no one can rob from you. But love can also be incredibly painful, especially when it ends or is unrequited. That pain isn’t always visible, but it inhabits one’s soul silently, impossible to forget, impossible to remedy. Still, love is worth it. For even in its pain, it has something to teach you, about strength, about growth, about the worth of your own heart. Just remember: the right love won’t hurt you — it will heal you. Neena Gupta. ⓒ Love Is An Emotion of Strong Affection

Tottenham have decided to sack Ange Postecoglou.

We lost somehow to them 😭 What Barca players were told after Inter's 0-5 defeat vs PSG💔 Details via the link in comments 👇

⸻ The Monkey’s Regret Tambo and Zubi had been friends for as long as either of them could remember. They were born in the same fig tree, played on the same vines, and grew up in the same stretch of the forest. Tambo was lively and restless, always eager to prove himself. Zubi was quieter, the kind of friend who listened more than he spoke, but when he spoke, it mattered. One dry season, the elders of the forest announced a special event—a Fruit Gathering Day, where every animal was invited to bring the finest fruit they could find. It wasn’t a competition in name, but everyone knew it was. The best fruit would be praised, and whoever brought it would enjoy a bit of respect and admiration. Tambo, never one to miss a chance to shine, threw himself into the task. But the drought had dried many of the usual fruit trees, and all he could find were half-ripe bananas and overripe guavas. Meanwhile, Zubi quietly climbed a remote tree by the stream and returned with a fruit neither of them had seen in weeks—a smooth, ripe plum, deep red and firm. Tambo couldn’t stop looking at it. The night before the gathering, he stayed awake turning the thought over in his head. “Zubi doesn’t even care for these things. He’s not interested in being praised. I could just take it for tomorrow… and return it after the gathering. It’s only one fruit.” And so, he did. Zubi was confused the next morning when he couldn’t find the plum. But he didn’t say much, just looked around for a while, then carried his bananas to the gathering. Tambo presented the plum. Animals admired it. A few nodded their approval. The elders complimented him on the find. It wasn’t a grand victory, just quiet recognition. But Tambo couldn’t enjoy it. When he looked at Zubi across the clearing, his friend’s face was calm—but distant. They walked home in silence. Days passed. The easy laughter between them faded. Zubi still greeted him, still shared food, still offered help when needed—but something unspoken had settled between them, and Tambo felt it with every word that didn’t come. He thought about returning the fruit, or confessing. But what would that change? Months went by. Then, during the next rainy season, the riverbanks overflowed. One morning, word came that Zubi had gone to help a stranded animal near the flooded stream and hadn’t returned. Tambo ran without thinking. When he reached the edge of the swollen water, he saw Zubi holding onto a branch, stuck in thick mud, water rising fast. There were no crowds, no drama—just two friends in trouble. Tambo found a long stick, waded into the edge of the water, and held it out. He slipped once but kept his grip. With effort and a quiet word of encouragement, he helped Zubi back to dry land. No one cheered. There were no dramatic rescues or grand gestures. Just two monkeys sitting on wet ground, breathing hard, side by side again. As they rested under a tree, Tambo finally said, “It was me. I took the plum that day. I thought it was just fruit, but I knew what it meant.” Zubi looked at him for a long time before replying. “I knew,” he said simply. “But I also knew you’d come back.” They didn’t talk about it again. But over time, the silence between them changed. Not quite like before, but honest, and steady. Tambo never sought admiration again. What mattered most, he had nearly lost. And quietly, without words, he began to rebuild what truly mattered. ⸻ Moral: Some mistakes aren’t fixed with words. They’re fixed with actions—and time. ⸻

God longs to bless His children with abundance, pouring out daily provisions that nourish and strengthen every part of our lives. Psalm 68:19 reminds us of this beautiful truth: “Blessed be the Lord, who daily loads us with benefits, the God of our salvation!” It’s a powerful reminder that God’s love, grace, and care are not just occasional—they are constant, overflowing into our lives every single day. Each day, He meets us with new mercies, whether through answered prayers, unexpected opportunities, or simply the gift of waking up to experience His goodness once more. When we trust in His promises and remain anchored in faith, we open ourselves to the daily blessings He so lovingly offers. Embrace His grace and let His peace fill your heart, knowing that each new day is another chance to experience His boundless love.

Mohamed Salah adds his name to the list yet again Egyptian King 👑 ❤️ 🥰 ⚽

God over everything

Van Vicker Speaks Out: Safety Concerns in Ghana's Film Industry Actor Van Vicker has reacted to a recent incident involving Zubby Michael and another actor on set, expressing his concerns about safety protocols in the film industry. 🤕 Van Vicker emphasized the importance of rehearsals for scenes with potential contact or actual contact between actors, especially in Ghana's film setting where there is no insurance, no body doubles, and no stunt actors. 🎬 He believes that rehearsals can help prevent accidents and ensure the safety of actors.... The actor highlighted the risks involved in acting in action scenes or violent scenes, where real props are often used. 🔪 He stressed that great acting is not just about delivering a performance, but also about knowing what to expect and taking necessary safety precautions.... Van Vicker argued that the well-being of actors is crucial to the growth and development of the film industry. 🌟 He called on industry players, the media, and film lovers to take this incident seriously and push for measures to be put in place to prevent similar accidents in the future.... The actor's message is clear: safety should be a top priority in the film industry. 🚨 He believes that with proper rehearsals, safety protocols, and measures in place, actors can perform their jobs without risking their lives.... Van Vicker's statement concludes with a message of support for African films and actors, emphasizing the importance of prioritizing safety and well-being in the industry. 🌟 He hopes that this incident will serve as a wake-up call for the industry to take necessary measures to protect its actors... What are your thoughts on this? @nddrfstreetview

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God bless all parents 🙏

Substitutions that changed the game 💙

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"MY DRIVER’S TONGUE KNOWS MY BODY MORE THAN MY HUSBAND DOES"👅🥒🍎👉👌🔞 Episode 1: The Night It All Began It started with a storm—literal and emotional. My husband had just left for another offshore trip—six weeks on the oil rig, leaving me alone in our duplex in Port Harcourt. The silence in the house was always louder when he left. No affection. No goodbye kiss. Just a nod and a suitcase. Enter Tony—our new driver. Tall. Built like a man carved from hardwood. Dark-skinned with a tribal mark that only made his eyes more intense. Quiet. Respectful. But there was something under the surface. A tension. A hunger. He never said more than “Good morning, ma” or “We don reach, ma.” But his eyes? They said everything. One Thursday evening, the rain started early. Heavy. Loud. My car broke down at Genesis Junction, and Tony came down, shirt soaked, muscles pressing against the thin fabric. “Madam, the fan belt don cut,” he said, breathless. I was cold. Shivering. Drenched. “I can’t sit here in this rain. What now?” I snapped. “Make we go hotel small, make rain stop,” he offered. We checked into a small place—one bed, one fan, no questions. I changed into the only dry thing available—his white shirt. No bra. No shame. He watched me fr"MY DRIVER’S TONGUE KNOWS MY BODY MORE THAN MY HUSBAND DOES"👅🥒🍎👉👌🔞 Episode 1: The Night It All Began It started with a storm—literal and emotional. My husband had just left for another offshore trip—six weeks on the oil rig, leaving me alone in our duplex in Port Harcourt. The silence in the house was always louder when he left. No affection. No goodbye kiss. Just a nod and a suitcase. Enter Tony—our new driver. Tall. Built like a man carved from hardwood. Dark-skinned with a tribal mark that only made his eyes more intense. Quiet. Respectful. But there was something under the surface. A tension. A hunger. He never said more than “Good morning, ma” or “We don reach, ma.” But his eyes? They said everything. One Thursday evening, the rain started early. Heavy. Loud. My car broke down at Genesis Junction, and Tony came down, shirt soaked, muscles pressing against the thin fabric. “Madam, the fan belt don cut,” he said, breathless. I was cold. Shivering. Drenched. “I can’t sit here in this rain. What now?” I snapped. “Make we go hotel small, make rain stop,” he offered. We checked into a small place—one bed, one fan, no questions. I changed into the only dry thing available—his white shirt. No bra. No shame. He watched me from the corner. His hands in his pockets. His jaw clenched. “You want to keep pretending you’re not looking?” I asked. He said nothing. Just walked toward me slowly. When he reached me, he didn’t ask permission. His lips met mine with a force that melted the cold away. His tongue—hot, commanding—searched me like he had studied my body in dreams. I gasped as he carried me to the bed, shirt open, nipplés already begging. He knelt before me, spread my thighs like scripture, and began to worship. He took his time. Like he knew no man had ever done it right. And when I came, legs trembling, fingers clutching the sheets, I knew... Tony wasn’t just a driver. He was a deliverance. Part 2: Rainy Day Confessions We stayed in that room foom the corner. His hands in his pockets. His jaw clenched. “You want to keep pretending you’re not looking?” I asked. He said nothing. Just walked toward me slowly. When he reached me, he didn’t ask permission. His lips met mine with a force that melted the cold away. His tongue—hot, commanding—searched me like he had studied my body in dreams. I gasped as he carried me to the bed, shirt open, nipplés already begging. He knelt before me, spread my thighs like scripture, and began to worship. He took his time. Like he knew no man had ever done it right. And when I came, legs trembling, fingers clutching the sheets, I knew... Tony wasn’t just a driver. He was a deliverance. Part 2: Rainy Day Confessions We stayed in that room fo

I help you lap your son for inside bus, you dey vex say I dey chop e egg roll.

Always pray for protection, there is a lot we can't see.

I no dey make friends, if my current friends leave me I'm finished.

I jxt dey roll my cana dey mind my business bcus I knw say one day e go better.

E get as life be, as you dey old, you dey realize..

No be friends you get, you just know people