It is Monday everybody go work no lazy people's in Abuja may Almighty Allah bless our husle

My sweetheart,

I know that I am guilty of failing to express my true feelings for you. I admit that I am not very talkative and putting my feelings into words is definitely not easy for me.
However, I want you to know that my feelings for you are as strong as on the day I proposed to you. Actually, as time goes by, my love for you grows stronger and this heart to heart bond is everlasting and unbreakable.

I haven’t told you lately that you are the reason I have happiness in my life and even after long days of work your presence soothes all my aches and troubles. I haven’t told you lately that I would be lost without you; that life would have less meaning, less color, less excitement, less of everything … I haven’t told you often enough how much I love you.
So now, with this occasion, I want to etch in stone my love and devotion to you so that it will be there for all eternity and you would never need to doubt it. Ever.
Yes, my true feelings are of eternal love for you. I love you, indeed I love you very much.

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"Untill you can fathom the futility in trying to understand GOD, or rationalize HIM, life will continually be a struggle."
K. Og.

Happiness is free my brother always make your self happy because hospital bill is expensive

"The Lord is my rock,my fortress and my deliverer,He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold (psalms 18:2).
The shield will not stop the enemy from shooting his arrows but it will Stop the effect of the arrow penetrating your soul.

Na the latest be this not wire again

The shield provides covering against the arrows of the enemy in the battle front. Because, it is a moveable instrument it can be used to cover different parts of the body as the battle progresses.

“I Was Their Housemaid. They Told Their Visitors I Was a Cousin.”
20 Years Later, I Bought Their Mansion — And Gave It Back to Them Rent-Free.

They dressed me in hand-me-downs.
Made me serve their guests and wash their underwear.
But anytime visitors came, they’d smile and say:

> “She’s our little cousin from the village.”

I wasn’t family.
I was labour disguised as love.

But when the winds of life changed…
They never expected the same "cousin" to become their landlady.

From Maid to Millionaire — What She Did With the House That Once Housed Her Pain Left the Entire Family Speechless
Written by Rosyworld CRN

2002. GRA, Port Harcourt, Nigeria.

I was 11 when I moved in with them.
They promised my widowed mother they’d send me to school.

Instead, I became their domestic help.
Up by 4 AM.
Sleep by midnight.

I washed their dishes, ironed their uniforms, ran errands, and never complained.
Every time they introduced me as “our cousin,” I smiled through the lie.

Only the last daughter, Amaka, ever treated me kindly.
She once whispered:

> “One day, you’ll be bigger than all of us. Just don’t forget yourself.”

When I turned 15, they let me go.
Said they couldn’t afford to “keep an extra mouth.”

I moved in with a church family.
Hustled.
Went back to school.
Studied Accounting.
Sold snacks during holidays.

Eventually, I opened a small cleaning agency.

2020.

My agency serviced estates.
Managed elite homes.

That’s when I saw the house again.

Their house.
Old now. Paint peeling. Broken gate.

I found out it was up for auction.
They had lost everything to debt.

I didn’t blink.

I bought it.

Cash.

Then waited.

One Saturday morning, I knocked on their door.

The father opened.
Wrinkled, surprised.
They were squatting in one room upstairs — no light, no dignity.

They didn’t recognize me… until I said:

> “I’m the cousin who used to clean your toilets.”

Gasps.
Confusion.
Then silence.

I handed them keys.

> “This house is yours. Rent-free. No shame.

You don’t owe me.

But you owe the next person like me — kindness.”

The mother fell to her knees.
The daughters cried.

Only Amaka could speak.
She hugged me and whispered:

> “You didn’t forget yourself… and you didn’t forget us either.”

Today, I own 13 properties.
But that house?
It’s my loudest statement in silence.

Because the people who hid your pain with lies…
May one day live inside your compassion.

From housemaid… to house owner.
From “cousin”… to quiet conqueror.
From thrown away… to throne giver.

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