Berbatov: "I met Cristiano Ronaldo at Manchester United and he was different. He was deeply connected to the number 7, and I don’t blame him — he achieved everything with that number. I know most people don’t believe in number curses or their connection to success, but Cristiano had a friendship-like bond with his number. We had Rooney, Giggs, Scholes, Neville, Vidić, Ferdinand, Evra, and Van der Sar — but Cristiano was Sir Alex Ferguson’s golden boy. Before the match, as we walked onto the pitch, our opponents felt defeated just by seeing the players. It was amazing to be part of that terrifying squad."

VISION INTRODUCTION Vision is the revelation of God’s purpose and plan for a person, a people, a generation, or even an entire nation. It is not ambition. It is not wishful thinking. It is not mere goal-setting. Vision is divine direction birthed by divine encounter. According to Habakkuk 2:2-3 (NKJV): “Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, it will not tarry.” This reveals a key truth: NO TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE BEGINNING; IT ONLY SPEAKS AT THE END. WHAT IS VISION? Vision is the spiritual insight into God’s intended outcome for a life. It is not self-initiated but God-initiated. It is the mental and spiritual picture of your future that propels you with energy, courage, and resilience. Vision is what gives life direction, focus, and purpose. Without it, people live by reaction instead of intention. Proverbs 29:18 (KJV) says, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” True vision is born out of divine fellowship. It is not created in the boardroom but received in the secret place. Vision is not what you want to do for God, but what God wants to do through you. It is the blueprint of heaven deposited in your spirit, commanding your alignment and action. KEY FACTS ABOUT VISION 1. TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE END, NOT AT THE BEGINNING When vision first arrives, it often looks ordinary, confusing, or even unrealistic. It rarely comes with applause or clarity. In fact, it often invites criticism, mockery, and rejection. Just like Joseph’s dreams, vision is usually ridiculed before it is respected. In the beginning, it may appear dormant or unachievable. But in the end, it speaks loudly and clearly. Vision is validated by manifestation, not excitement. 2. VISION REQUIRES PROCESSING Before vision speaks, it processes. The one who receives vision must be processed to match the weight of what God has revealed. Moses had the vision to deliver Israel, but spent 40 years in the wilderness being prepared. Paul encountered Jesus and then spent years in Arabia being equipped. God will never place a heavy vision on an unprocessed vessel. Between revelation and manifestation is preparation. 3. VISION THRIVES ON CHARACTER, NOT JUST CHARISMA It is not enough to carry power gifts like prophecy, tongues, healing, or discernment. These are important but not sufficient for the fulfillment of vision. The gifts may attract attention, but it is the fruit of the Spirit that sustains destiny. According to Galatians 5:22-23, the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control are the attributes that preserve the vessel and stabilize the journey. Many have received genuine visions from God but failed in character and collapsed in the process. Patience and long-suffering are especially critical because vision is a marathon, not a sprint. Without endurance, discouragement will abort destiny. 4. VISION REQUIRES TIME AND SEASONAL DISCERNMENT Vision is time-sensitive. No matter how accurate a vision is, if you try to manifest it outside of divine timing, it will fail. The power of vision lies in alignment with God’s schedule. Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Misjudging seasons leads to premature exposure and failure. Vision must be walked out step by step, stage by stage. Just as a baby must crawl before walking, vision must mature before manifestation. Each season comes with its test. There is a season of silence, of rejection, of formation, and of visibility. You must discern them all. 5. VISION ATTRACTS ADVERSITY Every true vision will face opposition. In fact, opposition is one of the strongest validations that your vision is divine. Satan will not fight what is not a threat. Nehemiah’s vision to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem was opposed from every side. Jesus' mission was challenged from infancy to the cross. If your vision is truly of God, expect resistance—but also expect divine backing. Opposition is not a sign of failure but a test of commitment. Many faint in the day of adversity because their strength is small. Visionaries must be battle-tested, able to withstand storms, delays, betrayals, and discouragement. 6. VISION REQUIRES DISCIPLINE AND FOCUS Distraction is one of the deadliest enemies of vision. Many start strong but lose focus. Like Peter walking on water, they allow the winds of life to shift their eyes from the Master to the mess. Vision demands saying no to many good things to stay with the God-thing. It also requires the discipline of time, resources, and relationships. Not every opportunity is a divine instruction. You must guard your heart, your circle, and your energy. Vision flourishes in environments of purity and clarity. 7. VISION REQUIRES COURAGE AND RESILIENCE Vision will often demand that you walk alone. The early stages of vision may require loneliness, rejection, and misunderstanding. Noah built an ark with no rain in sight. Abraham walked to an unknown land. These men were sustained by vision, not applause. If you cannot endure the loneliness of vision, you will never enjoy the reward of vision. You must believe what God told you even when no one else sees it. Hebrews 10:36 says, “You have need of patience, that, after you have done the will of God, you might receive the promise.” 8. VISION SEEKS TRANSFORMATION, NOT JUST ATTRACTION A true vision will not just aim to make you popular or successful; it will aim to make others better, to improve society, and to advance God’s kingdom. Vision is bigger than self. It is redemptive. It serves others. It adds value. If your vision doesn’t stretch beyond you, it is ambition, not vision. STAGES OF A VISION 1. REVELATION – God reveals His purpose. 2. INSTRUCTION – Specific steps are given. 3. SEPARATION – You are separated from what limits you. 4. PREPARATION – You are trained and refined. 5. OPPOSITION – You are tested and resisted. 6. MANIFESTATION – Vision begins to produce fruit. 7. MULTIPLICATION – Vision spreads and multiplies in others. QUALITIES OF A VISIONARY Sensitive to divine instructions Emotionally stable and spiritually rooted Bold in the face of opposition Willing to endure delays and rejections Able to discern seasons and transitions Passionate about impact, not applause Willing to submit to process and authority Consistent in faith, regardless of results CONCLUSION Vision is not a one-time encounter—it is a lifelong journey. It is God's plan being worked out through your life in stages. Vision is fragile in the beginning but becomes powerful at the end. The end speaks, not the beginning. It is not how it looks now, but how it will be when God is done. Don’t abort your vision because of delay. Don’t discard it because of opposition. Don’t disobey because of pressure. What God has shown you will come to pass—if you stay faithful. Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NIV) says, “The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.” Vision is not about speed, but about staying in sync with God. Those who wait on the Lord will not be ashamed. The vision will speak—at the end.

From Housemaid To Oga's Wife Episode Two Martins and Nnenna continued their secret relationship without any problems. They acted normal during the day, pretending to be nothing more than an employer and his housemaid. Martins treated Jessica like a caring husband, and Nnenna did her house chores without drawing attention. But at night, everything changed. Martins would sneak out of his bedroom and go to Nnenna’s room. They would whisper, laugh, and hold each other in the darkness. It was the only time they could be together, and they cherished every moment. "I'm enjoying this relationship. I have the woman I love right under my roof. There are no better feelings than this." Martins said to himself. Jessica had no reason to suspect anything at first. She was living the life she wanted. It was a life of relaxation and comfort. Nnenna handled everything in the house, and Martins provided everything she needed. But after a while, she started noticing something strange. Martins would leave the bed at odd hours. It happened once, then twice. At first, she assumed he was just going to the toilet or stepping out for fresh air. But when it continued happening, she became curious. Why was her husband always leaving the bed in the middle of the night? "Where does he always go to? This is becoming serious. How can he be leaving the house in such odd hours? I have to find out." Jessica said to herself. Jessica decided to pay closer attention. She stayed awake some nights, waiting to see if it would happen again. And it did. Martins would quietly get up, check if she was asleep, and then leave the room. He always returned after about an hour. Jessica found it strange. Her husband never had this habit before. Something was not right. She needed to find out what was going on. One night, Jessica made up her mind. She was not going to sleep. She wanted to see exactly where Martins was going. She lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. She even let out soft breaths to make it look real. The clock ticked, and soon, it was 2am. Right on time, Martins slowly got up. He turned to look at Jessica. She did not move. Satisfied that she was asleep, he tiptoed out of the room. "Today, I must follow you to that place you always go to. I have to find out." She said. Jessica waited for a few seconds, then quietly got up. She moved slowly, making sure her steps did not make any sound. She followed Martins, keeping a safe distance. She saw him go towards the boys’ quarters. She was confused. Why was he going there? The only person staying there was Nnenna, their housemaid. Jessica’s heart beat faster, but she remained calm. She wanted to see for herself. Martins reached Nnenna’s door and knocked softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he stepped inside. Jessica gasped silently. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her husband had just entered the room of their housemaid. She moved closer and placed her ear near the door. At first, she heard whispers, then soft laughter. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was going on inside that room, and she had to know what it was. Inside the room, Martins sat on the bed and pulled Nnenna close. He ki.ssed her forehead and smiled. “I missed you,” he whispered. Nnenna smiled. “You saw me this evening,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “That’s different,” Martins replied. “I miss holding you.” Nnenna sighed. “I don’t like this sneaking around. It doesn’t feel right.” Martins lifted her chin. “Be patient, my love. This is the only way we can be together for now.” She nodded. She knew he was right, but it still felt wrong. She just wanted a normal life with the man she loved. Jessica pressed her ear harder against the door. She heard voices, but she could not make out everything they were saying. She took a deep breath and stepped back. She needed to be sure before she acted. Then, suddenly, she heard something else—the unmistakable sound of ki.ssing. Her body stiffened. Her husband was in there, doing something with Nnenna? She was not sure, she could no longer control herself. Jessica raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door. “Who is there?” she demanded. Inside the room, Martins and Nnenna froze. Their eyes met, filled with shock and panic. The knocking continued. “Open this door now!” Jessica shouted. Martins jumped to his feet. “What do we do?” he whispered. Nnenna’s hands shook. “She knows,” she said in a trembling voice. Jessica banged on the door again. “Martins! I know you are inside there! Open this door before I break it down!” Martins ran his hands through his hair. “Just stay calm,” he told Nnenna. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it on. He needed to think fast. How was he going to get out of this situation? Jessica stepped back and looked around. She was furious. She could not believe what was happening. Her husband was cheating on her—with their housemaid! And not just any housemaid, but the one she had trusted the most. She shook her head in anger. This was not going to end well. Inside the room, Martins took a deep breath. “I have to open the door,” he said. Nnenna grabbed his hand. “No! She will kill me.” Martins sighed. “We can’t hide forever.” The knocking became louder. Jessica was losing patience. “Martins! If you don’t open this door right now, I swear, I will scream and wake the whole neighborhood!” "Waitim please. Don't open the door. I have an idea." Nnena said. To be continued

SHE HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE THEN THIS HAPPENED …… Episode 2✅ And then she saw two bold pink lines. Positive. Joy froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She was pregnant. She pressed a hand to her stomach trying to make sense of it. A life was growing inside her. Lawrence Johnson's child. Tears welled in her eyes. What was she going to do? For the next few days, Joy couldn't sleep. Her mind kept racing with one question. Should she tell him? She didn't even have his phone number. The only way to reach him was through his company, Johnson Group. After struggling with the decision, she finally gathered the courage to go to his office. The Johnson Group building in Leosville was a towering glass structure that seemed to touch the sky. Inside, everything was sleek and polished, filled with expensive suits and the sound of heels clicking on marble floors. Joy felt small. She approached the front desk, her hands clenched into fists. I need to see Mr. Lawrence Johnson, she said trying to keep her voice steady. The receptionist, a tall woman with a tight bun and an even tighter expression, gave her a disbelieving look. Do you have an appointment? Joy hesitated. No, but it's important. Please, I just need a few minutes. The receptionist sighed loudly, tapping on her keyboard. Mr. Johnson doesn't meet people without an appointment. If you'd like to book one, the earliest available date is three months from now. Joy's heart sank. Three months? By then, she would already be showing. There's no way to see him sooner? She asked, desperate. The woman gave her a sharp look. Ma'am, Mr. Johnson is not someone you can just walk in and see. If you don't have an appointment, I suggest you leave. Joy stared at her, feeling a lump form in her throat. So this was how it was. She had been nothing to him that night, and now she couldn't even get five minutes of his time. She turned away slowly, feeling defeated. But as she reached the door, another thought hit her. Even if she did manage to tell Lawrence, what would he think? That she was trying to trap him. That she wanted his money. Joy's stomach twisted. She had already seen what he thought of women like her. He left her money on the nightstand like she was a prostitute. He would never believe she wasn't trying to use this pregnancy against him. And honestly, she didn't want anything from him. She didn't need his money. She didn't need his name. She would raise this baby on her own. Taking a deep breath, Joy walked out of Johnson Group, her decision made. She would never reach out to him again. He would never know about this child. She would be both mother and father. She didn't need him. She never had. And so, Joy disappeared from Lawrence's world, taking their child with her. After much thought joy had to resign from her work inorder to take care of herself and her unborn son . It was a really tough moment for her as she didn’t have any single money to even feed . At a time she considered committing an Abortion but her conscience wouldn’t let her The only person she could confined in was her old mother who accepted her whole heartedly and tried to ease the burden from her shoulders . Her mother despite her old age still took extreme care of her daughter and her unborn child . Joy and her mother would normally sit outside under the mango tree every evening to gist and talk about past events of the day but one day joy decided to bring up the idea of aborting the child her mother looked at her sternly ,Joy ,joy joy how many times did I call you Don’t make the mistake of terminating the blessing that God had sent you After saying this she stood up and went into her room to sleep leaving joy thinking to herself . She finally concluded within her not to terminate the child as it could be what God has destined . One day as joy was sweeping the front yard of their hut ,she started to feel a sharp pain at her abdomen region , she screamed in pain as her mother rushed out Her mother quickly called some men to help her and they rushed joy to the nearest hospital Push !! Push !!, The doctors voice was heard from the labour room Her mother just sat in the waiting room praying silently to herself 30 minutes later the doctor came out with a wide smile on his face He looked at joy’s mother and said happily Congratulations mama ,your daughter has just given birth to a bouncing baby boy Joy’s mother had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she rushed in to see her daughter smiling at her while holding her son She couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged her daughter graciously Mama ,Joy called out ,meet Noah your grandson who is going to wipe both your tears and mine away . FIVE YEARS LATER The streets of Leosville bustled with life, filled with the sound of honking cars, people bargaining in open-air markets, and the distant hum of construction sites. The city had grown, just as Noah had. At just five years old, Noah Daniels was a ball of energy. His bright eyes shone with curiosity and his laughter was contagious. He was the reason Joy Daniels kept pushing forward every single day. She had worked hard over the years, climbing her way up in the interior design industry. Though she didn't have her own company yet, she had made a name for herself. Clients admired her work, and she was proud that she had built a stable life for Noah without anyone's help. She didn't need Lawrence Johnson. She had erased him from her life. But fate had other plans. It was a warm afternoon, and Joy had promised Noah a trip to Royal Crest Mall, one of the most luxurious shopping centres in Leosville. The mall was owned by none other than Johnson Group. But Joy didn't think much of that. She had long stopped worrying about Lawrence crossing paths with her. He probably wouldn't even remember her, so what were the chances? Noah ran ahead excitedly, tugging on Joy's hand as they passed through the mall's food court. Mommy, can I have ice cream? he asked, his big brown eyes filled with hope. Joy smiled. Okay, okay. Just one scoop. She led him to a small ice cream stand, waiting as the vendors scooped vanilla into a cup. Noah grinned, happily digging in as they continued walking. It was supposed to be just another normal day. Until she heard a voice. A voice that made her entire body freeze. Across the mall, standing in front of a row of luxury stores, Lawrence Johnson stood with a men in suits. He was doing his routine property inspection, something he rarely had time for, but today he had decided to visit the mall personally with his management staff. As he listened to his assistant discuss sales figures, his gaze casually swept across the food court. And then he saw the child. A small boy. Dark curly hair. A sharp jawline. A face that looked almost exactly like his own. Lawrence stopped breathing. The resemblance was too strong to ignore. His heart pounded as he watched the boy take a bite of his ice cream, laughing as his mother wiped a smudge off his cheek. And then, his eyes shifted to the woman holding the boy's hand. Something flickered in his mind, a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. Where had he seen her before? Who was she? And why did her son look exactly like him? Before he knew what he was doing, Lawrence started walking toward them. Joy was laughing at something Noah had said when she felt a presence behind her. A dark, powerful presence. She turned, and her heart dropped. TBC…. Please let’s endeavour to react 🤲❤️

She Chose the Man Nobody Wanted, But What She Discovered Will Shock You In the dusty little village of Akur Ruba, people never forget how they laughed the day Ada married Ema—the man nobody wanted. Ema was the village’s poorest farmer. His house had cracked walls, a leaking roof, and no future—at least, that's what everyone believed. He owned nothing but a rusted hoe and dreams that barely kept him alive. Even the poorest in the village pitied his family. He was raised by his aging grandparents, Grandpa and Grandma Obi, and despite their poverty, Grandpa Obi carried a cheerful spirit and a belief that one day, Ema would shine. “Son,” he always said, “there’s more hope in a living dog than a dead lion. Just keep your hands clean and keep working.” But no matter how hard Ema worked, no lady wanted him. They mocked him. Laughed in his face. “Can you even afford my bride price?” one lady sneered. “Maybe sell your father's old bicycle first!” another laughed. He bore it all—until one day, fate intervened. Ema met Ada, a quiet orphan from a nearby village, who had nothing to her name but an old, squeaky sewing machine and a tiny patch of land. No family. No support. Just raw strength and humility. Like Ema, she had also known hunger, rejection, and pain. They connected instantly—two broken souls, stitched together by survival and simplicity. One day, under the shade of an old mango tree, Ema asked, “Will you marry me?” She smiled, wiping tears from her eyes. “Yes, but I have no parents. Just an elderly couple who treat me like their daughter. They can stand for me.” And so, with borrowed clothes and empty pockets, they did a low-key traditional wedding. No music. No food. No glamour. Just love. The village laughed louder than ever. “Poverty married poverty!” “Perfect match! At least now they can starve together!” But they didn’t care. They went to the farm together. Ate from the same plate. Shared stories, laughter, and hope. What others saw as disgrace, they lived as joy. Then, everything changed. One sunny afternoon, Ema was clearing a part of his farm when he came upon a stubborn tree with roots as deep as his struggles. He tried to uproot it, but something told him, “Keep digging.” And he did. He dug and dug—his fingers bleeding, sweat dripping—until he saw something shiny lodged in the dirt. He reached in… It was a massive diamond. Heart pounding, he wrapped it up and ran home. His grandfather's eyes widened. “Do you know what this is, son? This… this is a miracle.” The next morning, they traveled to the city to meet Grandpa’s old friend—a trustworthy goldsmith. After examining the stone, the man looked up and whispered, “This isn’t just a diamond. It’s one of the rarest and most valuable stones I’ve ever seen.” That day, everything changed. They sold the diamond and used the money wisely—investing, building, helping others. Ema and Ada became the wealthiest couple in the entire region. And those who once mocked? They watched in silence as Ema built a mansion right where their cracked house once stood. He bought his grandfather a brand new car to replace the rusted bicycle. He set up a fashion institute for Ada, who trained and empowered other orphan girls. One of the same women who had once laughed at Ema now came to Ada for a job. Ada simply smiled and said, “Life can change. Be kind to everyone. You never know where they’ll be tomorrow.” Ema—the man nobody wanted—became the man everyone wished they had chosen. So the next time you want to laugh at someone’s beginning, remember: 🌟 God writes the most beautiful stories from the roughest pages. FOLLOW UP TO BE NOTIFIED IMMEDIATELY I POST THE NEXT PART 👉👉Amazing Memer

"Toni Braxton and I dated for over 18-years but just 2 weeks after saying "I DO", I'm about to lōse half of my $160-million to the wōman I thought was my wife." -Birdman "I thought Toni Braxton was my girl, my bestfriend, my family, my love, my soldier, and my life but she never felt the same way about me. I loved Toni Braxton to h£ll like I could litteraly d!e for her. Toni Braxton and I have been dating for over 18-years and I trusted her with everything in me, with my life. I'm a g@ngster and I never believed in Love but just when I gave it a try, I got burned real bãd. Love isn't real, it's just an idea. I'll never Love again, I'm just gonna go back to smashîng and moving on like certified g@ngsters do. Toni Braxton and I got married in secret because she told me, we've been together for 18-years and she wasn't gonna change after a single day. But immediately we got married, she filed for a Dîv0rce 2-weeks later saying that our relationship was IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN. I thought we was forever gonna be Ride Or Dîe but it was the greatest mistake of my life. Now I'm gonna l00se more than 50% of what I've worked for my whole life." ~ Birdman Birdman narrates how Toni Braxton whom he dated for over 18-years and got married to her in secret last month just filed for d!vorce two weeks after their wedding calling the relationship "IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN" Yep, just two weeks after saying "I DO", Toni Braxton is gonna walk away with half of Birdman's $160-million fortune 💔🤦‍♂️ FÊÅR W0MEN 😤

Ayatollah Khamenei: 🔰 Message from Saudi Arabian king delivered by their Minister of Defense to Imam Khamenei Khalid bin Salman, Saudi Arabia’s Defense Minister, delivered a message from the King of Saudi Arabia to Imam Khamenei, on Thursday, April 17, 2025. ⏬ https://english.khamenei.ir/news/11629 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en 🔰 Highlights of Leader's speech in a meeting with Saudi Arabian Minister of Defense, recieving the message of the king of Saudi Arabia April 17, 2025 🔹We believe that relations between the Islamic Republic of Iran and Saudi Arabia are beneficial for both countries and that the two countries can add to each other. 🔸There are some who show enmity to the expansion of relations between Iran and Saudi Arabia. We must overcome their hostile motives, and we are prepared in this regard. 🔹In the areas where the Islamic Republic of Iran has made progress, it’s prepared to assist Saudi Arabia. 🔸It’s much better if the brothers in the West Asian region cooperate and assist each other instead of depending on others. 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en 📹 Being ready to serve as #ImamMahdi’s (aj) soldier 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en 📹 The million-strong storm of Bengalis in support of #Palestine #MarchForGaza #StandWithPalestine 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en 📝 Western influence on East Asian women: A critique of self-serving & detrimental agendas This article, through a critical lens, discusses how Western-imported policies and values have turned into tools of exploitation and humiliation, rather than empowerment, for women in East Asia. To read the full article👇 https://english.khamenei.ir/news/11617 #私が退職した本当の理由 #WomensRights 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en 🔰 Victims of state-ordered terror: Abu Jihad Imam Khamenei stated on March 31, 2025, that the assassination of prominent figures is one of the Zionist regime's common practices, and that the US and some Western governments support these crimes. This series introduces distinguished individuals who have fallen victim to this state-ordered terrorism. ⏬ https://english.khamenei.ir/news/11630 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en

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Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date 💔 Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought… After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope. Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking: “Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.” But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet. Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage. Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired. Until one quiet evening… he met Ada. They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other. “Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?” “You looked like someone who might need a snack.” She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes. They talked for hours. Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened. “Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.” For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh. Ada laughed too. It felt… easy. Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book. “I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.” Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies. That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper. He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot. The next day, he called. They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks. Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly. Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people. Jonathan wanted to believe it. Weeks passed. Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked. Ada turned to him, suddenly serious. “Can I ask you something weird?” “Of course.” “If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?” “Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully. “Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.” Jonathan’s heart almost stopped. Could she be the one? But just as he began to hope… Norah called. “Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.” “What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused. “I think… she knows who you really are.”

The Web 3 space is very wide. If it were to be studied in college, it would be a Faculty, not a department or discipline. Some are Project managers; others are KOLs, some others are traders, and others hunt jobs and do discord and GC moderations. Some are NFT traders, others are Spot traders, some are long-term investors, some are Airdrop hunters, some other people provide liquidity to LPs, while others are founders and builders. They all make money, and they all have plans and ways to make money. So why would an Airdrop hunter be mocking a trader and vice versa? "#TON influencers has been paid." Shouldn't KOLs be paid for their services? If the TON foundation sees that some people have been full supporters of their chain and wants to incentivize them, what exactly on earth is wrong with that? On what country's laws is that a crime that an influencer is incentivized for his contribution to a project or chain? What combat are people fighting against each other? Can everyone be a trader, an Airdrop farmer, or a KOL? No! We can be one or 2 things and master them. Let all the monkeys sit on their branches. If you figured out a way to make money and it works for you, make it; if you are generous enough, share it with others. If you are a very good person, share it with the people you believe don't make money instead of mocking people's legitimate hustle. Why not text or call them and be like, "Hey, I think you could make more money doing this or that?" and see if they help themselves? What's all the constant need to feel more important than others and the constant need for public validation and making enemies out of thin air that doesn't exist? Why not let people live their lives if you can't impact them positively? Why is everything in your heads US vs Them or Me vs Him?

Right here in 1980 , if someone told Oluremi that one day , this man would become the President of Nigeria, she won't believe. Life is still mysterious.

We did the impossible and gave the world something new to believe in. Official record holders of the Longest Chess Marathon for 64 hours. We did it❤️🇳🇬🇵🇷 ~ Tunde Onakoya