"When you have confidence, you can have a lot of fun. And when you have fun, you can do amazing things

When God gives you a new beginning, don’t repeat the old mistakes.

When God gives you a new beginning, don’t repeat the old mistakes

*What are you doing today?* 🥹

[] *Home all day*

[] *Work*

[] *School*

[]. *FARM*

[] *Babe house*

[] *I* *dey market*

[] *NONE OF THE ABOVE*

Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.

*Which phone are you using now..... don't lie*

*[] iPhone*
*[👍🏽] itel*
*[] Samsung*
*[] Tecno*
*[] Redmi*
*[] Vivo*
*[] Honour*
*[] Huawei*
*[😮‍💨] Infinix*
*[]Mobicel*
*[] Gtel*
*[] Hisense*
*[🥹] OPPO*
*[] Nokia*
*[❤‍🩹] Not mentioned*

Today is a gift. Embrace it with gratitude and let it unfold with grace.”

“May your day be filled with unexpected moments of joy and gentle reminders of how deeply you are loved

If you most go up you most not give up
#nevergiveup

LOVE AND AND BULLET
PART 9
The iron gates of Obinna’s mansion groaned open, the sound echoing through the compound like a royal decree.
Ava walked beside him—not behind him—her boots clicking against the polished marble pathway. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and victory. Behind them, Emeka stumbled in chains, his once-proud head now bowed, his expensive clothes torn and bloodied.
The entire compound had gathered—Obinna’s men, his lieutenants, even the house staff—all lined up in perfect formation. Silence draped over them like a heavy cloak.
Then, as one, they dropped to their knees.
Not just for Obinna.
For *her.
The celebration was legendary.
The mansion’s grand hall had been transformed into a palace of revelry. Tables groaned under the weight of steaming jollof rice, spicy suya, and towers of fresh fruit. Palm wine and champagne flowed freely. Music thumped through the walls, the bass vibrating in Ava’s chest as she sat at Obinna’s right hand—the place of honor.
Emeka was forced to kneel in the corner, wrists bound, watching as his empire crumbled before his eyes.
Obinna raised his glass, the gold rings on his fingers glinting in the candlelight. “To the woman who fights like a goddess and loves like a storm.”
The room erupted in cheers, glasses clinking, voices chanting "Obinna! Ava! Obinna! Ava!"
Ava’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away from Obinna’s gaze.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Tonight, I worship you properly.”
Later, when the feast had dwindled and the music softened, Obinna led Ava to his bedroom—a sanctuary of dark wood, silk sheets, and the faint scent of sandalwood.
Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across their skin as Obinna peeled away her clothes with reverence.
“Every scar,” he murmured, tracing the marks on her body, “every bruise—you wore them for me.”
Ava shivered as his lips followed his fingers, mapping her like sacred territory.
They didn’t rush.
This wasn’t just passion—it was a claiming.
When Obinna finally sank into her, their moans tangled together, Ava clutched at his back, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin.
“Stay,” he begged between thrusts, his voice raw. “Not just in my bed. In my life. As my second. As my queen.”
Ava arched beneath him, her answer lost in a cry of pleasure.
But she knew.
Her heart had already decided.
Dawn came too soon.
Ava woke to Obinna’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare back. She turned, meeting his gaze—soft in the morning light, but no less dangerous.
“We have one last thing to do,” he said.
She knew what he meant.
Emeka.
The basement was cold, the air thick with damp and regret.
Emeka sat slumped against the wall, his once-fine clothes now filthy, his face gaunt. He looked up as they entered, his lips curling into a bitter smile.
“Come to gloat, brother?”
Obinna crossed his arms. “Come to understand.”
Emeka’s laugh was hollow. “What’s there to understand? You won. I lost.”
Ava stepped forward. “Why betray your own blood?”
Emeka’s eyes flicked to her, filled with something like pity. **“You really don’t know, do you?”
Ava stiffened. “Know what?”
“Your precious NDLEA,” Emeka spat. “They’re the ones who came to me. Told me if I helped take Obinna down, they’d let me keep the empire.”
Ava’s blood turned to ice.
“They knew you were undercover,” Emeka continued, grinning at her shock. “They planned for you to die in the crossfire. Clean little accident—no loose ends.”
Obinna’s hand found hers, squeezing tight.
But Ava barely felt it.
Because the truth was worse than betrayal.
It was calculated sacrifice.
TO BE CONTINUED...

“Some days are heavy, but even then — you're still blessed to be here, growing through it.”

“May your coffee be strong, your worries be light, and your day be full of small wins.”

“Not every blessing is loud. Some are just quiet moments where you realize you're okay.”

Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.

"Prosperity in the form of wealth works best when it’s used to bless others

Portable don buy market

Portable is crying butterly now

The key to prosperity is to develop a savings habit and invest wisely.

"Money is a tool. Used properly, it makes something beautiful; used wrong, it makes a mess."

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.

It's well all I can say for now

Prosperity is the fruit of labor. It begins with hard work and grows with smart work.

*🥹Which one is the hardest for you to say?*
【】I apologize
【】I need help
【】I love you
【】I was wrong
【】I hate you

LOVE AND BULLET
PART 10
The revelation burned through Ava’s veins like acid.
She stood in the dimly lit basement of Obinna’s mansion, Emeka’s words still ringing in her ears. Your NDLEA planned for you to die. The walls seemed to close in around her, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and betrayal.
Obinna’s hand was warm on her lower back, steadying her. “Breathe,” he murmured.
But how could she?
Every case she’d worked, every criminal she’d put away—had it all been a lie?
Ava turned to Emeka, her voice deadly calm. “Names. I want names."
The files spread across Obinna’s war room told a story more twisted than Ava could have imagined.
Bank statements. Secret meetings. Coded messages.
The NDLEA wasn’t just corrupt—it was controlled.
“Commissioner Dike,” Ava whispered, staring at a photo of her former boss shaking hands with a known cartel leader. “He was the one who assigned me to this case.”
Obinna’s fingers tightened around his whiskey glass. “He sent you to your death.”
Ava’s nails dug into her palms.
She had trusted them.
Fought for them.
Almost died for them.
And they had thrown her away like garbage.
Midnight found Ava and Obinna hunched over blueprints of NDLEA headquarters, their faces illuminated by the glow of a laptop.
“We hit them where it hurts,” Ava said, tracing a route through the building’s security grid. “Their evidence room. All their dirty secrets are stored there.”
Obinna studied her, his gaze intense. “You know this will make you an enemy of the state.”
Ava didn’t blink. “I stopped being theirs the moment they betrayed me.”
A slow, proud smile curved Obinna’s lips. “Then let’s burn it all down.”
Before dawn, Ava stood on the mansion’s rooftop terrace, the first hints of sunlight painting the Lagos skyline in gold and pink.
Obinna joined her, pressing a steaming cup of coffee into her hands. “Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head, watching the city wake below them. “Just remembering who I used to be.”
He turned her to face him, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re still you. Just stronger now. Wiser.”
Ava leaned into his touch. “And if this goes wrong?”
Obinna’s smile was all teeth. “Then we’ll take as many of them with us as we can.”
Dressed in stolen NDLEA uniforms, they moved through headquarters like ghosts.
Ava’s pulse pounded in her ears as she swiped her old keycard—still active, they hadn’t even deactivated it—and the evidence room door hissed open.
What they found inside made her blood run cold.
Row after row of seized drugs... except most weren’t seized at all. They were staged. NDLEA-branded packages ready to be planted on targets.
“This is how they control the market,” Obinna realized. “They decide who rises and who falls.”
Ava’s hands shook as she filmed everything with a hidden camera. **“Not anymore.”
Then—
The click of a safety being released.
“Freeze! NDLEA!”
Ava spun to see four armed agents blocking the exit, their guns trained on her chest.
And leading them?
Commissioner Dike himself.
Dike’s smile was oily, triumphant. “Ava Carter. I knew you’d come crawling back eventually.”
Ava didn’t flinch. “I’m not crawling. I’m here to end you.”
Dike laughed. “With what? Your little camera? Do you really think anyone will believe a disgraced agent and a drug lord over the word of Nigeria’s top anti-narcotics official?”
Obinna stepped forward, his voice a lethal purr. “They will when it’s broadcast on every news station in the country.”
Dike’s smile faltered.
Because behind him, on every computer screen in the room, the footage was already uploading.
Live.
TO BE CONTINUED...

"Opportunities multiply as they are seized."

Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment

*Your heart’s current situation? Drop the emoji that fits.*
— In love and it’s mutual
— In love but they don’t feel the same
— Still healing from someone
— Emotionally unavailable
— Acting like I don’t care
🤷🏽‍♀️ — I don’t even know what I feel anymore

Prosperity is a state of mind, and it begins with a grateful heart.

lf you became a ghøst for one day, who’s the first person you’d go and scare?

*My ex*
*My maths teacher*
*My bestie*
*My bf/gf* 🥹

It is not what we have, but what we enjoy, that constitutes our abundance.

What's your go to therapy when you're down ?🥹

Sleep
Music
Books
Movies
Walks
Crying