Animals often seem to have a special affinity for children, and there are several reasons for this:

1. Innocence and Curiosity: Children are naturally curious and often approach animals with innocence and wonder. This can make animals feel more at ease and trusting.

2. Gentle Interactions: When children are taught to interact with animals gently and respectfully, animals can sense this and respond positively.

3. Energy and Playfulness: Children often have boundless energy, which can be infectious and fun for animals, especially those that are playful by nature.

4. Unconditional Acceptance: Children often accept animals for who they are, without preconceived notions or biases, which can make animals feel more comfortable and loved.

5. Emotional Connection: Children can form strong emotional bonds with animals, which can lead to deep and meaningful relationships.

These factors combined can create a special bond between animals and little children, one that is built on trust, affection, and mutual enjoyment.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

FIFTY MILLION NIGHTS
PART 3
Time crawled in the gilded cage. The untouched tray of jollof rice sat cold and congealing on the floor near the hidden compartment. The clean white dress remained folded, pristine. Olivia hadn’t moved the sleek black chair. She stood. Or paced. Or sat cross-legged on the freezing stone floor, her back against the unyielding metal door, staring at the impossible view.
She ignored the gnawing hunger. Ignored the scratchy discomfort of her nightdress. Ignored the bone-deep cold. She focused on the city lights, tracing patterns, imagining lives down there – people laughing, arguing, rushing home, completely unaware of the woman trapped fifty floors up.
No one cares. Malik’s words echoed, but they sparked anger now, not despair. He cared. He cared enough to lock her here. Enough to want her broken.
He’d told her to change. To eat. To be a good, quiet asset. By doing nothing, by leaving his offerings untouched, she’d thrown his control back in his face. A silent, stubborn rebellion. Let him see how a distressed asset really looks.
How long would it take him to notice? An hour? Two? The sterile silence pressed in, broken only by the muffled city hum and the frantic drumming of her own heart. Every tiny sound – the faint whir of hidden air conditioning, a distant elevator chime – made her jump. Waiting was its own torture.
Then, it came. The soft, dreaded click of the main suite door. Footsteps. Malik’s footsteps. Measured. Purposeful. Coming straight towards her prison.
Olivia scrambled to her feet, pressing her back against the cold metal again. Her mouth went dry. This was it. The cost of defiance. She braced herself, fists clenched at her sides, chin lifted. Don’t let him see you break.
The electronic beep sounded. The door slid open.
Malik Adebayo stood framed in the doorway. He hadn’t bothered with a jacket again. His white shirt was still crisp, but his tie was loosened. He held a thin tablet in one hand. His dark eyes scanned the room instantly, missing nothing. They flicked past her defiant stance, past the untouched chair, and landed unerringly on the cold tray of food and the pristine, folded dress still sitting in the open compartment.
A beat of utter silence. The air crackled.
Olivia watched his face. That perfect mask of cold control. His jaw tightened, just a fraction. A tiny muscle flickered near the pale scar tracing his cheekbone. His eyes, when they finally lifted to meet hers, were like polished obsidian – hard, dark, and terrifyingly focused. The pleasant, dangerous curiosity from before was gone. Replaced by something colder. Sharper.
He stepped into the room. The door slid shut behind him with its soft, final hiss and click. He didn’t speak. He walked slowly, deliberately, towards the compartment. His polished shoes clicked softly on the stone floor, each step echoing Olivia’s pounding heartbeat.
He stopped beside the tray. Looked down at the uneaten food. Then his gaze shifted to the dress. Unmoved. Untouched. He didn’t pick them up. He didn’t yell.
He just stood there. The silence grew heavier, thicker, more suffocating than the sack had been. Olivia could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him, a physical pressure in the cool room. It wasn’t loud. It was deep, simmering, and infinitely more frightening than shouting.
Slowly, deliberately, he raised his gaze back to hers. "You disobeyed." His voice was low, flat, devoid of any inflection. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact, cold and hard.
Olivia forced herself to hold that dark gaze. "I’m not a dog to obey commands," she said, her voice surprisingly steady, though her knees felt like water. "I told you. I’m not your asset."
A flicker of something dangerous sparked in his eyes. He took a step closer. Then another. He invaded her space, stopping barely a foot away. Olivia had to crane her neck to look up at him. The scent of sandalwood and clean, sharp ice filled her senses, mixed with the subtle, expensive smell of his clothes. It was overwhelming. Intimidating.
"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a near whisper that vibrated through her. He lifted his free hand, not towards her face, but towards the fabric of her nightdress. His fingers hovered near the worn cotton sleeve, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. Olivia froze, breath catching. Was he going to touch her? Force her?
He didn’t. His hand stopped. He let it hang there, a silent, menacing threat. "This," he said, his eyes tracing the thin, slightly torn fabric, the dust on her bare arms, "is defiance? Looking like… this?" His gaze swept down her disheveled state with deliberate, insulting slowness. "Like something dragged from the gutter?"
Shame warred with fury. Olivia felt her cheeks burn. "It’s the truth of what you’ve done," she shot back, her voice trembling now. "You dragged me from my home! This is your asset!"
His dark eyes snapped back to hers, locking on with an intensity that stole her breath. "An asset," he said, his voice dangerously soft, "has value. Cleanliness. Order. Respect for the hand that holds it." He tilted his head, his gaze boring into her. "You look like a broken thing, Olivia Okoro. Worthless. Defiant, perhaps, but broken nonetheless." He leaned in, just slightly. "Broken things," he whispered, the words chilling, "get discarded."
The threat hung in the air, colder than anything before. Olivia felt a fresh wave of terror, icy and paralyzing. Discarded. What did that mean? The cold river? A dark cell? Something worse?
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her defiance wavered, threatened to crumble under the sheer, terrifying weight of his presence and his words.
Then, something shifted. As he looked down at her, his gaze sharp, assessing, it snagged on her face. Not on her defiant eyes, but lower. On her lips. They were dry, slightly chapped from crying, pressed together in a tight line of fear and anger.
Malik Adebayo went utterly still. Not the controlled stillness from before. This was different. Frozen. His intense gaze fixed on her mouth. For a heartbeat, two, the terrifying anger in his eyes flickered. Something else flashed there – raw, unexpected, and gone in an instant. Surprise? Confusion? Something… darker? Hotter? His own lips parted slightly, just a fraction.
Olivia saw it. That crack in the ice. That brief, unguarded moment. It shocked her more than his anger. What was that?
The moment shattered. Malik blinked, and the cold mask slammed back down, harder than before. He straightened abruptly, putting a fraction more space between them, as if burned. The intensity in his eyes was now pure, controlled fury.
"Forty-five hours," he stated, his voice clipped, harsh. He turned away from her, his back rigid. He walked towards the door without another glance. "Enjoy the view. And the silence. You’ll find little comfort in either."
He reached the door. The electronic lock disengaged with its familiar *beep*. The door slid open. He stepped through.
Olivia stood rooted to the spot, heart hammering against her ribs, the echo of his threat – "Broken things get discarded" – warring with the shocking memory of his frozen stare… fixed on her lips.
The door began to slide shut.
Then, abruptly, it stopped.
Malik stood just outside, his back still to her. He didn’t turn. His broad shoulders were tense under the crisp white shirt. He seemed… paused. Hesitant? Angry? Something else?
Olivia held her breath. The silence stretched, thick and charged. What was he doing? What was he thinking?
After a heartbeat that felt like an eternity, Malik’s hand shot out. Not towards her. He slammed his palm hard against the wall outside her room. A sharp, echoing crack of sound. A sound of pure, frustrated fury.
Then, without a word, without turning, he strode away. His footsteps, usually so controlled, echoed down the corridor outside – sharp, hard, and fast. Angry.
The metal door slid shut completely with its soft *hiss* and final click.
Olivia sank slowly to the cold floor, trembling uncontrollably. The untouched food. The clean dress. His terrifying threat. His strange, frozen moment. That slam of his hand against the wall.
He hadn’t hurt her. Not physically. But he’d shown her a glimpse of something… volatile. Uncontrolled. And that moment looking at her lips… what was that?
He was angry. Furious, even. But Olivia Okoro, huddled on the freezing stone, felt a tiny, dangerous spark ignite amidst the fear.
He’s not as cold as he pretends.
He lost control.
He saw something he didn’t expect.
And that slam against the wall? That wasn’t the sound of a man discarding broken things. That was the sound of a man… rattled.
The gilded cage felt different. The air crackled with unspoken tension. The game had just gotten infinitely more dangerous.
Olivia wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the blank metal door. A slow, determined thought cut through the fear: If I can rattle him… what else can I do?
TO BE CONTINUED...

I was buying groundnut at the junction while waiting for my change, I saw a woman walking with a child and the child walking faster than the woman and the woman shouted ...Degree!!! wait for me!

I was so amazed hearing that name. So to satisfy my curiosity, I walked closer to the woman and asked.......MAMA why did you call this little child Degree? the woman laughed and said to me "my dear, I sent her Mother to the university and this is what she brought home"

Have a good week guys.

I was buying groundnut at the junction while waiting for my change, I saw a woman walking with a child and the child walking faster than the woman and the woman shouted ...Degree!!! wait for me!

I was so amazed hearing that name. So to satisfy my curiosity, I walked closer to the woman and asked.......MAMA why did you call this little child Degree? the woman laughed and said to me "my dear I sent her Mother to University and this is what she brought home"

Have a good week guys.

Albert Einstein once said:
"Weak people revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore."

Here are 9 timeless lessons I’ve learned from him:

1. Don’t Overthink the Future
"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."
The future is uncertain, and worrying about it steals today’s joy. Focus on what you have now and keep moving forward.

2. Dare to Think Big
"I believe bold speculation will take us further than the mere accumulation of facts."
Daring ideas have changed the world more than safe ones ever could.

3. Keep Moving Forward
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving."
Don’t stand still. Progress, no matter how small, is still progress.

4. Politics Is Harder Than Physics
When asked, “If man discovered the atom, why can’t we solve political problems?”
Einstein answered:
"Because politics is more difficult than physics."
Brilliant minds still struggle where emotions, power, and ego take over.

5. Embrace Simplicity
Einstein believed in “Einstein’s Razor” — removing what’s unnecessary and holding on to what matters.
Simplicity is power, as long as it doesn’t become oversimplification.

6. Education Should Teach You to Think
"The aim of education should be to train minds to think, not to memorize facts."
So read more. Reflect more. Let your curiosity be your best teacher.

7. We All Belong to One Tree
"All religions, arts, and sciences are branches of the same tree."
Humanity thrives when we grow together, not apart. We are more connected than we think.

8. Stay True to Your Conscience
"Never do anything against your conscience, even if the state demands it."
Let your principles guide you — especially when it's not easy.

9. What Is Relativity?
Einstein once joked:
"Sit with a pretty girl for two hours and it feels like two minutes. Sit on a hot stove for two minutes and it feels like two hours — that’s relativity."
Perspective changes everything.

7 Things to Keep in Mind..

- Chase aspirations, not validation: Pursue your dreams with unwavering passion, focusing on self-growth and fulfillment rather than seeking external approval.
- Self-love is the foundation: Cultivate a deep and abiding love for yourself; it's the cornerstone of healthy relationships and a fulfilling life.
- Nurture your curiosity: Maintain a childlike sense of wonder, embracing new experiences and perspectives with open-hearted enthusiasm.
- Unlock your hidden potential: Tap into your inner strength and resilience; you possess capabilities far beyond what you may currently realize.
- Embrace life's lessons: View every experience, both positive and negative, as an opportunity for growth and learning, transforming setbacks into steppingstones.
- Break free from self-imposed limits: Recognize that your potential is boundless; the only true limitations are those you create for yourself.
- Live each moment fully: Time is precious and fleeting; make conscious choices to live authentically, embracing experiences and cherishing relationships.

In secondary school, I fell deeply in love with a boy. The kind of love that felt all-consuming. He made me feel seen, wanted, special. Then one day, he brought up the idea of a blood oath.

He looked me in the eyes and said,
“If we do this, nothing will ever come between us. We’ll be bound forever.”

At 16, those words sounded romantic. But deep down, something in my spirit just didn’t sit right. My aunty saw the text message and confronted me.. when I was mumbling she gave me a resetting slap that cleared my eyes and that was the last time we talk about anything blood oat.

I still didn't broke up with him and A month later, we had a massive fight and broke up. I was heartbroken but still hopeful—we were young. Maybe we’d find our way back to each other.

We never did.

Growing up without my parents, I lived with my aunt. I didn’t have much guidance, just a young girl trying to navigate life on her own.

Fast forward several years… I had grown, built a life, found my purpose. Then one day, I stumbled across his Instagram. Out of curiosity, I clicked on his profile...

And I froze.

The person staring back at me looked nothing like the boy I once loved. He looked lost, unkempt, like life had dragged him through every corner of pain.

And in that moment, I asked myself,
“Is this the same person I almost tied my entire destiny to with a blood oath?” Nancy Isime

Moral lesson- Her Aunty deserve one cold Heineken

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HOW TO TURN WOMEN ON OVER TEXT. The texting master.

1. Establish Emotional connections.

Many mistakes some men make is walking directly into a woman's dm and instantly start making sexual advances, showing dik and talking dirty.

If you do that you will most likely get declined.

The first key is to create a feelings, you want to make her feel safe with you and get her attention.

All you need is to start chatting normal, cracking some little funny jokes until you move to the next step.

2. Time for chat.

The best time you can easily turn a woman on is mostly at night, women are mostly vulnerable then because they are off their jobs, works and are alone with their phone.

They want to connect at that time and that's where they are usually think about sex..

3. Chat dirty, women like tmit that way but then never make this mistakes.

1. Ambush her too soon with sexual talks.
2. Don't judge her sexually.

In as much as women love to be turned on, there is a way you play it and they feel irritated by it.

Even a slut, doesn't want to be sexually shame, so take it lightly.

Something like.....

Your curves, edges, lips etc are all so perfect and swx, how did you manage to get this things alone? I think God did partial.

Something he would have giving to 10 people he gave them to only you....

The text is funny but then it opens a safe space and make her comfortable for engaging on that line of chat..

You can move forward to cite your friend as example.

Something like.....

My close friend babe have exact type of your shape and recently he was complaining about how his babe use to ride her dangerously in bed.... as it is now, I am already afraid of you...lol..

Door ways open.....

4. Dont forget to be descriptive with your texts.

You want to spark her curiosity and deal with her imaginations.

Ask questions that make her remember her last sexual experience..

Don't be scared bro.

You can frame that you are a 1hour guy on bed and how many hours can she withstand hot sex??lol.

Anything she say call her lazy in bed and start bragging, you are creating a tension and void.

MrFred Putin.

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So who taught a young Jack Daniel how to distill what would become the world’s best-selling whiskey?

Nathan "Nearest" Green, an enslaved Black master distiller,  taught distilling techniques to Jack Daniel, founder of the Jack Daniel Tennessee Whiskey .

—Uncle Nearest, as he was fondly called by family and friends grew up in Lynchburg, Tennessee, and began working on the farm of a country preacher and distiller in Lincoln County around the mid-1800s. It was there that he learned the skill of distilling and specialized in a process of distillation known as sugar maple charcoal filtering which was also called the Lincoln County Process.

Nearest was such a skilled distiller in the process he specialized in but he kept working with the preacher in the Lincoln County and fortunately it was there that Jack Daniels met him.

In the mid-1850s, Jack Daniels who was just a young white boy from a large family and who also lost his mother to a sudden illness at the age of four months began working as a chore boy for the preacher whom Uncle Nearest worked for.

It is said that Jack Daniels was a curious young boy who kept asking about the smoke coming up through the hollow on the 338-acre property and why men kept hurrying back and forth from that area which he was never allowed to go with mules and wagons.

He never stopped asking, until the preacher whim he worked for decided to give in to his curiosity took him to the area on the property where the smoke came from.

As later described in the boy’s biography, it is said that the preacher introduced the young boy to a “coal-black negro” which was uncle Nearest.

He introduced Uncle Nearest by saying “This is Uncle Nearest. He’s the best whiskey maker I know of”. The preacher went further to ask Nearest to teach the young (Jack Daniels) everything he knew about distilling and also the process of sugar maple charcoal filtering. A request Nearest obliged and taught the young boy the special filtration process of the Tennessee whiskey.

HANDSOME DRIVER ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT OFF IN BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER'S ROOM

Liam had just landed a dream job as a private driver for the ultra-wealthy Carrington family. Known for his charm and dashing looks, Liam kept a low profile, focusing solely on his job. One night, after a grueling back andforth drive to and from a late evening gala, exhaustion overcame him. He arrived at the mansion, parked the car, and went in to ask for a glass of water from one of the housemates before retiring to the staff quarters.
The entire mansion was unusually quiet. The maids were nowhere to be found, probably off duty or resting. Liam, confused and dizzy from the long day, walked through a hallway, searching for a spare room to nap in. The door to a guest room was slightly a jar. Thinking it was empty, he slipped in and collapsed on the bed, completely unaware it was the room of the billionaire's only daughter, Arya Carrington.
Arya had stepped into the adjoining bathroom after her bath when she saw Liam's shoes outside the bed. Peeking through the bathroom door, her heart raced. There was a man in her bed. Instinctively, she grabbed a hairbrush as a weapon and crept closer. But when she recognized the face, her brows knitted.
What was their driver doing in her bed? Instead of screaming, Arya did something unexpected. She stood there watching him. His chest rose and fell so peacefully, and there was something unusually innocent about his face as he slept. Her initial anger softened into curiosity. Arya had always found Liam attractive, but seeing him there completely vulnerable stirred something new in her.
She left him there and curled up on the Sha's lounge, deciding to deal with him in the morning. But her sleep didn't come easy. Every sound he made kept her awake. Morning broke, sunlight flooding through the windows. Liam stirred, confused, and sat up slowly. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Arya seated across the room, arms folded, glaring at him.
"What on earth are you doing in my room?" she asked coldly. Liam stammered, trying to piece his words together, but she stood up, raised a brow, and said, "Relax. You're lucky I didn't scream and get you fired." Her tone held a strange mixture of anger and intrigue. Liam quickly apologized and fled the room, heart pounding.
But neither of them knew that night had changed everything. Word hadn't gotten out about the incident, thanks to Aria's silence, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She began watching Liam from her bedroom window as he cleaned the car or opened doors for guests. There was something about his politeness, the way he smiled at the staff and remained unaffected by the luxury surrounding him.
Liam, on the other hand, kept a safe distance. Embarrassed, he avoided eye contact with Arya at all costs. But one afternoon, while driving her to a shopping complex, she suddenly said, "You snore when you sleep." He almost hit the brakes from shock. She giggled for the first time in front of him, and that moment shattered the wall between them.

To be continued....

If there's judgment attached to how you feel about someone else's decisions, that might be an opportunity to get out the mirror.

What is threatening about the choice they're making?

What would it mean about you if you did it?

How does it make you feel?

What does it remind you of?

People make decisions all the time that we disagree with or wouldn't make, and sometimes those decisions genuinely aren't going to benefit that person.

But they get to choose. They get to forge their own path, make their own mistakes, live their own life, and make different choices.

And when people aren't very confident in their own relationship with themselves, they tend to be very judgmental of other people.

When you find yourself heavily judging someone else's life choices, get curious about what you believe that decision means or represents?

What is that judgment trying to protect you from?

What would it mean about you or them if you just let them do this?

It's eliciting an emotion in you.
Meeting that emotion with presence; see if you can allow the feeling.

Can you meet that judgment with curiosity?

Becoming aware of our own self-protective instincts can help us discover what painful beliefs exist beneath deep beneath the surface, and then we can begin to soften them.

What story are you projecting onto this person?

Maybe you're judgmental of someone's clothing because you wouldn't feel confident wearing something so different.

Maybe you're judgmental of someone else's parenting because it touches on pain you felt when you were a child.

Maybe you're judgmental of someone else's lifestyle because you're too afraid to step out of the confines of what "normalcy" looks like.

Maybe you're judgmental of someone else's easy-going nature because you feel like you always have to be the responsible one.

Maybe you're judgmental of someone else's career choice because they have opportunities you'd love to have.

Get curious.

What is your judgment trying to protect you from feeling?