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SHE SLEPT WITH MY HUSBAND, SO I MARRIED HER FATHER
EPISODE 4
The kiss had barely ended when I felt it—an eerie stillness, like the air itself knew that Nancy wasn’t finished. I had just said “I do,” slipped the ring onto Chief Oladimeji’s finger, and turned to face the crowd when she stood again—slowly this time. No screams. No shaking. Just quiet rage. Her face was wet with silent tears, and her voice, when it came, was low but sharp enough to cut through glass. “You think this is over? You think becoming my stepmother fixes what you broke?” The crowd shifted, murmurs rising. I stayed calm. I had prepared for chaos, but this felt different. This felt like a storm brewing behind her eyes. Chief turned to her, his voice stern. “Nancy, please. This is not the time or place—” “No, Daddy,” she snapped. “You think she’s perfect? Let me show you who she really is.” She pulled out her phone. “You want receipts? I’ve got them. I hired someone to follow her. I have pictures. Messages. Voice notes. She met with Daniel just last week. Her so-called ‘closure’ was a lot more… physical than she told you.” She tapped her phone, screen facing the crowd. A voice note played—my voice, laughing over dinner. A message saying “It’s funny how life turns, isn’t it? He married you, and now I’m marrying your dad.” The audience gasped. Chief looked at me, wounded. “Is this true?” My chest tightened, but I stood firm. “Yes. It’s true I met him. But it wasn’t for romance. It was for clarity. I told you the truth already. I came into this with pain… but I’m staying with purpose.” Nancy laughed bitterly. “You’re lying! You used me, you used him. You’re a fraud in a wedding gown!” I turned to her, slowly. “No, Nancy. I’m a mirror. Everything you hate about me… is everything you planted in me when you betrayed me. You slept with the man I loved. And I forgave you in silence. But I don’t owe you my brokenness anymore.” The room fell quiet. Then Chief spoke. “Nancy, enough. You’ve embarrassed yourself and this family enough for one day.” His voice was colder than I’d ever heard it. “You didn’t just sleep with your friend’s husband. You tried to destroy my happiness too.” She broke. She collapsed into the nearest chair, sobbing, and for the first time in my life… I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt free. The rest of the ceremony continued, not because the drama stopped—but because I no longer let it own me. At the reception, people danced, ate, and whispered, of course. But I smiled through it all. Because I knew I had turned my pain into power. That night, in our suite, Chief took my hand and whispered, “I don’t care how it started. All I know is… I’ve never seen a woman stand taller in the middle of fire.” I smiled at him. “That’s because I’ve lived through flames hotter than this.” We clinked glasses. And while the world still debated if I was a villain or a victor, I was busy living a life no one expected me to survive—let alone own.

THE END.

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All four engines have stopped and he stayed calm.

On June 24, 1982, British Airways Flight 9 flew into darkness literally and figuratively. At 37,000 feet above the Indian Ocean, en route from London to Auckland, the Boeing 747 unknowingly entered a massive cloud of volcanic ash from Indonesia’s Mount Galunggung.

Moments later, one engine failed. Then another. Then another. And then—all four engines stopped.

In the cockpit, panic could’ve taken over. But Captain Eric Moody took a breath and reached for the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them going again. I trust you are not in too much distress.”

That line would go down in aviation history—not just for its dry British understatement, but for the sheer steadiness behind it.

The aircraft began to descend rapidly, essentially gliding through ash-filled skies, the crew desperately trying restart procedures. At 13,000 feet—just minutes from potential ocean impact—one engine roared back to life. Then another. And another.

Miraculously, all four restarted.

Despite windscreen abrasion, no engine thrust for over 10 minutes, and barely any visibility, the crew managed to land safely in Jakarta. Every one of the 248 passengers survived.

Investigators later found that volcanic ash—completely invisible on radar—had choked the engines, causing flameouts. It was a terrifying first for commercial aviation, and it changed protocols forever.

But what passengers remembered most wasn’t the ash. It was the voice.

Captain Moody’s composure under pressure became a model of leadership taught in flight schools and disaster response programs for years to come. He didn’t hide the danger. He didn’t sugarcoat the facts. But he remained steady—and gave others the courage to be steady, too.

It wasn’t just a flight that got saved. It was faith in calm under chaos.


Great lesson to all potential leaders in a time of distress like ours

Joyce lovely
Damaturu princess

If You Earn 10k Day, You'll Die Without Becoming a Billionaire.

Yes, I'm talking to you.
And I'm not saying this to discourage you.
I'm saying this to wake you up.

Because the math doesn't lie.
10k a day is 300k a month.
That's 3.6M a year.

And to become a billionaire?
You need 1M.

Do the math:
1M ÷ 10k = 100k days.
Do you know what that's?

274 years.
Yes, two hundred and seventy-four years. That's more than four lifetimes.

And that's if you never spend a single franc.
Which is obviously impossible.

So ask yourself the right questions:

Do you want a big house?
A dream car?
To provide a good life for your parents?
To travel?
Send your children to the best schools?

Then 10k a day" will never be enough.
Even with all the sweat in the world.

Because the problem isn't your job.
It's your role model.

You can't get rich by working hard alone.

You have to learn to make your money work for you.
You have to invest.
You have to multiply your sources of income.

Your salary, your business, or your farming activity...
It's just a starting point.
Not an end goal.

It's not the amount that matters,
It's what you do with it.

Wake up while you still can.

Life expectancy in Cameroon is about 60 years.
Not 274.
You don't have enough time to waste your energy on a single income.

You need to think strategically.
You need to build assets.
You need to learn to break free from the "earn-spend" trap.

Even small, even slow,
But with vision and intention.

Here's what you need to start doing right now:

Put a percentage of what you earn aside
Learn to invest — in things you understand
Create a second income (small business, resale, land, digital, agriculture, etc.)
Read, educate yourself, open your mind to models that work
Avoid unnecessary expenses that drain you without elevating you

You don't have to become a billionaire.
But you do have to break out of the system that impoverishes you.

You're young.
You're capable.
But you have to think like a builder,
Not like a survivor.

The world doesn't reward the most tired.
It rewards the most strategic.

Well , it's up to you, eh... Bro

Anyway. Good luck

PEACE ✌🏿

Nice pics bro ( Handsome )
Congrats continued oh