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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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

Chelsea we can do it

The last time Sunderland were promoted in the Premier League we had an Italian Manager and went on to win the league 🏆 Sunderland have just been promoted and we have an Italian Manager ⏳️😲 Chelsea fans "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 😊

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

It was the devil but we went 5 rounds

I help you lap your son for inside bus, you dey vex say I dey chop him egg roll. These are issues 😒

As I dey pray for open doors I dey observe window too