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Some of you are not dating to connect — you're dating to collect.
Collect sex. Collect attention. Collect ego points.

You’re not building anything.
You’re just two bored, broke people sexting and stress-testing each other’s boundaries.

You can’t hold a conversation.
You don’t ask real questions.
You don’t know what books they read, what fears they carry, or what they dream about.
But you’ve already been in bed—3 times.
That’s not dating. That’s bad customer service.

Whatever happened to good old connection?

Go out.
Sit down.
Ask them about their childhood, not just their body count.
Be interested. Be curious. Be present.

Because if you’re broke, horny, and spiritually confused…
Don’t drag someone’s daughter into your emotional chaos and call it a relationship.

Sex without depth is just noise.
You’re sleeping with people you don’t even like.
You don’t respect them. You don’t understand them. You just got used to their presence.

Maybe that’s why it feels empty every time.

And ladies — if all he ever wants to do is “chill at your place,”
He’s not courting you.
He’s squatting.

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A special day in the world of football with the blues family

Good morning my beautiful friends, I wish you the best of the day

I see you—the way you keep showing up even when it feels like nothing is moving, when the weight of everything you’ve been hoping and praying for feels heavier than usual.

I know the quiet battles you fight, the little wins you keep to yourself, the days when simply getting out of bed is an act of courage. You’re not just working hard; you’re holding on, staying soft in a world that often feels too loud and too fast. And that takes a kind of strength most people don’t see, but I do.

I want you to know that every small step matters. Every time you choose to keep going, even with tired eyes and a heart full of questions, you are building the life you dream of. It might not feel like it yet, but nothing you’re doing is wasted. I’m proud of you—not just for your progress, but for your persistence. For your faith, even when the answers don’t come. One day, it will all make sense. But for now, just know that who you are, and how you keep going, is already something to celebrate.....

Amen

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Heal the world

*Symptoms of Gluten Sensitivity*

Gluten sensitivity can cause the same or similar symptoms as H. pylori.

If you are gluten-sensitive you will typically experience heartburn, bloating, diarrhoea,constipation, mind fog, headaches, fatigue, skin conditions, depression andanxiety.

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Chelsea football club scored more goals than any others clubs in the FIFA club world cup competition this season

LOVE AND BULLET
PART 1
The air in Lagos was thick with the smell of roasted plantain, diesel fumes, and something else—danger.
Detective Adaobi "Ava" Nwachukwu adjusted the tight red dress clinging to her curves, her high heels clicking against the cracked pavement as she walked toward the most notorious nightclub in the city—"The Viper’s Nest."
This wasn’t her.
Ava was used to bulletproof vests, not sequins. She was trained to chase criminals through the slums of Ajegunle, not sway her hips to Afrobeats in a room full of drug dealers and killers. But tonight, she wasn’t Ava the detective.
Tonight, she was "Lola Adebayo"—a runaway Lagos socialite with a fake criminal record, a sharp tongue, and a body men would kill for.
Her mission?
Get close to "The Lion."
Obinna "The Lion" Eze.
The most feared drug lord in Nigeria. The man who controlled the underworld from Lagos to Port Harcourt. The ghost the NDLEA had been hunting for years.
The club’s bouncers—two massive men with scars and cold eyes—eyed her as she approached. One of them licked his lips. The other gripped her arm a little too tight.
"Who sent you?" he growled in Pidgin.
Ava smirked, slipping into her role like a second skin. "Tell Obinna that Lola is here. And that he’s been ignoring my calls."
The bouncers exchanged glances. Then, with a sharp nod, they let her pass.
Inside, the club was a different world. The bass of Burna Boy’s latest hit vibrated through her bones. Smoke curled in the air, mixing with the scent of expensive whiskey and sweat. Men in designer agbadas and gold chains lounged on plush couches, their eyes tracking her like she was fresh meat.
But Ava didn’t look at them.
Her gaze locked onto him.
At the very back of the club, surrounded by armed men and beautiful women, sat Obinna Eze.
Tall. Dark. Impossibly handsome. Dressed in an all-black agbada that screamed power. A gold Rolex glinted on his wrist. A cigar dangled between his fingers.
And his eyes—God, his eyes—were watching her like she was the only person in the room.
Ava’s heart pounded, but she didn’t falter. She sauntered toward him, hips swaying, lips curved in a confident smirk.
One of his bodyguards stepped forward, blocking her path.
Obinna lifted a single finger.
The guard moved.
Silence fell over his table as Ava stopped in front of him.
"Obinna," she purred.
He took a slow drag of his cigar, his gaze traveling down her body and back up. "Lola," he finally said, his voice deep, smooth, and laced with danger. "I’ve been hearing stories about you."
"Good ones, I hope."
"Depends." He leaned forward, his cologne—something expensive, something foreign—wrapping around her. "You’re either the best thing that’s walked into my club… or the worst."
Ava held his stare, her pulse racing. This was the game. One wrong word, one wrong move, and she’d disappear before sunrise.
But then Obinna did something unexpected.
He smiled.
And in that moment, Ava realized something terrifying—
She wasn’t scared of him.
She was scared of herself.
Because the way her body reacted to him?
That was the real danger.
And that… that could get her killed.
TO BE CONTINUED…

School and money
Does going to school really gives you the liberty of making money?

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