Here are 7 hard-hitting truths about life that many people come to realize—often too late:

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1. Time Waits for No One

No matter how much we wish for more, time keeps moving. Wasting time is wasting life.

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2. Not Everyone You Love Will Stay

People leave—some by choice, some by fate. Learning to let go is part of growing up.

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3. Life Is Not Fair

Good people suffer. Bad people succeed. Fairness is not guaranteed, but your reaction is your power.

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4. You Are Responsible for Your Own Happiness

No one will come to save you. You must create your own joy, peace, and purpose.

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5. Failure Is a Part of Success

You’ll fail—often. But failure is not the opposite of success; it’s a stepping stone to it.

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6. You Can’t Please Everyone

Trying to please everyone is a losing game. Stay true to yourself and your values.

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7. One Day, You Will Die

The harshest truth. So live fully, love deeply, and leave no regrets behind.
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Fly Cannot Bird

In the noisy classroom of Chikurubi Primary School, the students were learning about animals. Their teacher, Mr. Mandla, was a bit tired and decided to test the class with a fun question.

He looked around and said,
Okay class, Who can tell me the difference between a bird and a fly

Before anyone could think, Tapiwa the Talkative raised his hand like it was on fire.

Sir, Sir I know the answer

Go ahead, Tapiwa,said Mr. Mandla, hoping for a smart reply.

Tapiwa stood up proudly, smiled like a genius, and shouted Simple, A bird can fly, but a fly cannot bird

The whole class went quiet for three seconds.

Then big! Laughter exploded like a firecracker

Even the quiet girl in the back, Rudo, nearly fell off her chair. One boy dropped his pen and shouted, Heh, Tapiwa What are you saying

Mr. Mandla removed his glasses slowly and looked at Tapiwa with the face of a man who had given up on life.

Tapiwa, he said calmly, Go outside, find a fly, and ask it to bird

Tapiwa walked out proudly, still smiling. At least my answer makes sense to me

And that day, A fly cannot bird, became the new school slogan. Even the school bus had it written on the back by the next week.

Sometimes the wrong answer is so funny, it becomes the right one

*LESSON TO ALL PARENTS!!!*

My father never believed I could amount to anything. Not because I was lazy or stubborn. But because I wasn’t Clement.

Clement: My elder brother was the first son, the pride of the family. He had the brain of ten boys. The kind of child that neighbors used as an example when scolding theirs.

When he passed WAEC with flying colours, we celebrated like it was a wedding.

Papa sold one of his plots of land to send Clement to a private university. He even borrowed money from our church.

I was in SS2 then. I told Papa I wanted to learn tailoring after school.

He waved me off. “Tailor? That’s not a future. Face your books or forget it.”

I faced my books, but not much changed. I was average. Not brilliant, I was just… there.

When Clement came home on holidays, Papa would kill two chickens. Something he never did for any of us.

One day, I overheard Papa telling a visitor,

“Clement will become a big man. That other one? Let’s just say he’s still looking for himself.”

That “other one” was me.

Then Clement graduated.

The night we threw a party for him, Papa cried tears of joy while holding a bottle of malt. He said,

“My joy is full today! My investment is about to yield!”

We all believed it, too.

Until things started changing.

Clement stayed longer in his room. He stopped going out. We found him one night behind the house… sniffing something from a nylon bag, eyes red like fire.

That was the day Papa collapsed.

Turns out, Clement had been taking dru*gs since his third year in school. He never told anyone. The pressure to bring the whole family out of poverty was k!11!ng him inside.

Soon, things began to go missing around the house. Papa’s wristwatch. Mama’s gold earring. Even the ceiling fan from the parlour. Obviously, Clement needed money for his Dr*ugs

The golden boy was falling and fast.

He went in and out of rehab for two years. And when he wasn’t there, he was stealing or lying.

But me?

I had quietly found my path.

When I left secondary school, I begged Mama to talk to Uncle Rasheed, the tailor on our street. I started learning the trade.

While Clement was still battling himself, I got my first shop.

Then I bought my first industrial machine.

Mama would sometimes cry while helping me iron customers’ clothes. “God sees everything, Tope,” she’d whisper. “Keep going.”

Then came the turning point.

Papa had a stroke.

There was no one to run to.

Clement was in rehab again.

Ebun, our last born, was still in school.

So I stepped in.

I paid for the hospital bills. Paid for his drugs. Paid for the physiotherapist that came every evening.

It was my tailoring business that carried the weight Papa thought only Clement could bear.

One afternoon, I returned home in a car I recently bought.

Not to show off, I was just delivering clothes.

Papa was on the veranda, thin and tired. He looked at me for a long time, then said,

“Tope… I was wrong.”

That was all. No long speech. Just three words I’d waited years to hear.

And that night, for the first time ever, he prayed for me.

"Not every star shines the loudest."
"Some glow quietly, in dark corners—waiting to be noticed."My father chose Clement, but life chose me."And in the end, it wasn’t brilliance that saved my family… it was consistency."

*Don’t write off any child. Not every seed grows at the same time, but each one deserves water, light, and love.*

*POUNDER ON THIS*

"On Chelsea's project, Naturally, mistakes will be made within that. There'll be experiments that don't work out. There'll be many players that do. Some of them won't work initially, but will longer term.

You've seen like Caicedo blossoming now, for example, and so there's a bit of trial and error in it, and when you're signing players who have market value, and I guess with this sort of American mentality and the need to trade in this PSR era, which more clubs are learning now, it is not something Chelsea are afraid to do."

"Although it may have appeared a bit chaotic in that earlier year or two, I think things have settled down somewhat, despite what you might see on social media and people making all sorts of jokes, but Chelsea appeared to have the last laugh in terms of qualifying for the Champions League and forming a side that is looking increasingly competitive."

David Ornstein - The Athletic

#CFC | #Chelsea

@CFC_ChelseaFC

Remember, mistakes is part of learning. Do not be afraid of mistake.

I’m currently working at a jail and constantly doing overtime to provide for my family and take care of bills/ debt. Every two weeks I work 120 to 130 hours to pay off debt , pay bills and support my wife and three kids (9,7,3). I always pay bills on time, have a 4 bedroom house, take vacations to time to time, and feel like i support my family well.My wife is Chinese and comes from a an extremely well off background where her parents owned business make a great deal of money and constantly give her large sums of money. My wife who’s stay at home doesn’t like to teach the children, stating it’s the schools job, even though both of the kids cant read or or write, gets upset every time I tell her we have to wait to get something so I just let her put it on credit to avoid argument, and gets upset everytime when we do go out that she has to contribute 20 or 40 on outing for snacks even though constantly getting extra income from family. Everytime I try to talk to her she screams calls me poor, a bad provider , a horrible father ( yet every day I’m off I spend taking the kids to parks or events, calls me slow, retarded ( head injury from military and learning disability’s) , bring up every thing from the past ,and just screams at me till I agree with her. I’m currently at the point where everything ends in argument even small issues, she uses the threat of divorce as a weapon, and I have anxiety attacks. I currently spend a lot of extra time at work doing extra overtime since work is peaceful. I don’t know what to do. I’ve been married for almost ten years and don’t even want to celebrate as I’m so dead inside. Is this relationship salvageable? Please keep in mind I’ve had plenty of talks alrea isdy.

*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 02/07/2025*

Nigeria’s economy grows 3.7% in H1

Day 4: Motorists lament as Lagos begins 101-Day Ogudu-Ifako bridge repairs

Students protest against renaming of Poly Ibadan

Marketers defy Dangote’s petrol slash, retain high pump prices

New national athletics coach Aliyu promises reforms

Naira depreciates to N1,585/$ in parallel market

Obi’s acceptance soaring in Northern Nigeria -Obidients

Super Eagles’ Osayi-Samuel announces exit from Fenerbahçe

Coco Gauff crashes out of Wimbledon

Televangelist Jimmy Swaggart dies at 90 after cardiac arrest

Israel says intercepted missile launched from Yemen

Trump threatens to set DOGE on Musk

French PM Bayrou survives no-confidence vote

Police rescue trafficked Ghanaian, caution public against fraudulent travel offers
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*DID YOU KNOW?*

* Remnants of liquor left in the bottom of a glass are referred to as the “heeltap.” When a toast is ended with “and no heel-taps!” it means to drain every last drop.

* People don’t sneeze in their sleep due to their brain shutting down the reflex.
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Black race not lazy, says Tinubu

I’m committed to building inclusive, thriving Nigeria – Tinubu

2026 Commonwealth Games: Tinubu receives King’s baton

Senate hosts African forum on reparation, repatriation of stolen artifacts

79 senators, S’East monarchs endorse Anioma State

Senate Postpones N/West Constitution Review Hearing To Honour Dantata

Reps urge finance ministry to offset Nigeria’s debt to OACPS

Beninese jailed two years for importing 1,960kg cannabis

EFCC arrests 31 suspected internet fraudsters in Nasarawa

BDC operator narrates role in N3.4bn cybercrime, money laundering trial

Troops kill terror kingpin Yellow Danbokkolo

DHQ takes delivery of 84 CNG-powered vehicles to enhance operations

Speakers seek govs’ support for legislative autonomy

Fed Govt to drive investments with Africans for Africa Fund

FGN bonds account for 79% of domestic debt stock

FG moves to harmonise 273 oil, gas fees

FG reviews oil field licensing, halts pipeline vandalism

FG disburses N32bn to strengthen primary healthcare services

INEC to provide supplementary regulations for election declaration, review – Yakubu

FG pledges commitment to promoting restorative justice in rights protection

FG targets safer waterways with local boat manufacturing

CAC unveils AI-powered business registration portal

Oyo-Ogbomoso road to be completed ahead of 2026 deadline — New contractor assures

Apapa Customs rakes in N1.3trn in six months

Alleged land allocation to Wike’s children in FCT sponsored blackmail – Aide

CONUA petitions UNIZIK over unpaid allowances

Rescind your decision to rename our institution, Ibadan Poly Alumni begs Makinde

Tuteria rewards top UTME student with N1m scholarship

Afreximbank upsizes Oando loan to $375m

Investors lose N150bn as market opens July in red

PZ Cussons rebounds with N5.54bn profit

SAA engages Nigerian travel firms on Mauritius route

Temporary disruption hits SIM services nationwide

Aregbesola emerges ADC Interim National Secretary

Atiku, Mark hold closed-door meeting with PDP leaders

2027: Atiku, Mark, Secondus rally PDP members, others to join coalition

FG’s threats, blackmail, patronage made members defect to APC – PDP leaders

Hurricane Tinubu: Delta, Akwa Ibom defend APC defections amid fresh attacks

No coalition can stop Tinubu’s re-election, says Edo ex-Deputy Governor

Lagos monarch dethrones six chiefs for ‘impersonating’ him at Labour Party campaign

Oyebanji assures investors of business business-friendly environment

Gov Mutfwang promises business-friendly environment in Plateau

Corps members safe in Benue, security improved — Gov

Makinde urges calm as students, alumni reject Ibadan Poly renaming

Poly Ibadan renaming: Oyo dep gov, officials meet student leaders behind closed doors

Ondo Assembly clears Aiyedatiwa’s commissioner-designates

Assembly summons AG over Sanwo-Olu’s proposal to delay LG law

Tinubu’s health policies can curb brain drain — Ex-Ondo governor Mimiko

Sanitation: Abia lawmaker condemns arrest of offenders without arraignment

Akeredolu’s death probe sparks tension in Ondo

No going back on single-use plastics enforcement – Lagos

Ilubirin housing project ready 2026 – LASG

Lagos distributes 8m clean cookstoves, targets $1bn carbon

Dantata’s burial brings together warring Kano emirs in Saudi

Residents laud Soludo’s fare reduction efforts

Lagos task force arrests 14,087, impounds 16,625 vehicles in one year

FCT police arrest three wanted kidnappers

30-year-old man kills mother in Jigawa

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*TODAY IN HISTORY*

* On this day in 1900, the Zeppelin took off for the first time. The rigid aircraft named after Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin, the inventor of the dirigible and founder of the Zeppelin Airship Construction Company, made its first flight over Lake Constance in Germany.

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Be open to learning new lessons, even if they contradict the lessons you learned yesterday. – Ellen DeGeneres


Good morning


*Compiled by Hon. Osuji George osujis@yahoo.com +234-8122200446*

1. Talk about business instead of gossips
2. Talk about helping the vulnerable instead of mocking
3. Talk about peace instead of instigating
4. Talk about growth instead of people’s failures
5. Talk about ideas instead of people’s secrets
6. Talk about forgiveness instead of revenge
7. Talk about plans instead of people’s mistakes
8. Talk about kindness instead of hate
9. Talk about purpose instead of distractions
10. Talk about impact instead of insults
11. Talk about reading instead of rumors
12. Talk about patience instead of pressure
13. Talk about responsibility instead of blame
14. Talk about unity instead of division
15. Talk about change instead of complaints
16. Talk about discipline instead of disorder
17. Talk about progress instead of problems
18. Talk about creativity instead of criticism
19. Talk about calm instead of chaos
20. Talk about learning instead of laughing at others
21. Talk about truth instead of twisting stories
22. Talk about love instead of judgment
23. Talk about solutions instead of spreading fear
24. Talk about gratitude instead of grumbling

25. Talk about humility instead of pride
26. Talk about health instead of people’s bodies
27. Talk about goals instead of gossip
28. Talk about support instead of sarcasm
29. Talk about prayers instead of plotting
30. Talk about lifting others instead of looking down on them

What we choose to talk about shapes our environment and reveals our values. Fill your words with things that build, heal, and uplift. Replace mockery with encouragement, and let your conversations become a source of light in dark places. Be known for spreading peace, not drama.

THE LAST PROMISE
PART 8
Weeks had passed since Andre had hugged Mary in her living room, and in that time, something between them had shifted.
Mary no longer jumped when her phone buzzed with his name. She no longer made excuses when he suggested they meet. Instead, she found herself looking forward to his messages, to the sound of his laughter, to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her.
Andre had become her best friend
Every Saturday morning, without fail, Andre would show up at Mary’s doorstep with a bag of fresh fruits from the market—ripe mangoes, sweet pineapples, sometimes even the expensive strawberries she loved but never bought for herself.
"You need to eat better," he would say, grinning as he barged into her kitchen like he owned it.
Mary would roll her eyes but secretly love the way he fussed over her.
In return, she cooked for him.
At first, it was simple things—jollof rice, fried plantains, egusi soup. But as the weeks passed, she found herself putting more effort into it, making his favorite dishes, watching closely for his reaction when he took the first bite.
"Mary,"* he groaned one evening after tasting her ofada stew. "If you keep cooking like this, I’m never leaving."
She laughed, swatting his arm, but her cheeks warmed at the thought.
Andre in her home. Every day.
The idea didn’t scare her as much as it should have.
It happened slowly, then all at once.
One evening, as they sat on her balcony watching the sunset, Mary caught herself staring at Andre’s profile—the strong line of his jaw, the way his lips quirked when he was thinking.
Her stomach fluttered.
She looked away quickly, her heart pounding.
What was that?
Then, another time, when Andre reached across the table to wipe a speck of sauce from her chin, his thumb lingering just a second too long. Mary’s breath hitched, and she saw the way his eyes darkened before he pulled back.
Neither of them mentioned it.
But Mary lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling, wondering when friendship had started feeling like something more.
"Come over to my place tomorrow," Andre said casually one afternoon as they walked through the park. "I’ll cook for you this time."
Mary raised an eyebrow. "You? Cook?"
He smirked. "Don’t sound so surprised. I’ve been learning."
She agreed, curiosity getting the better of her.
The next evening, she stood outside Andre’s apartment, smoothing down her dress—a simple blue one she’d told herself wasn’t special, even though she’d spent too long picking it out.
Andre opened the door before she could knock.
"You’re early," he said, smiling.
Mary’s pulse jumped.
He looked good. Really good. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. The scent of something delicious—spices, garlic, roasting meat—wafted from inside.
"I didn’t want to keep you waiting," she said, stepping past him.
His apartment was warm, lived in. Neat but not obsessively so. Books lined the shelves, a guitar leaned against the couch, and photos of places he’d traveled covered the walls.
It was so him.
Mary found herself smiling.
Andre hadn’t lied—he could cook.
The fried rice was perfectly seasoned, the chicken juicy, the salad fresh. Mary ate until she was full, laughing as Andre proudly recounted his many failed attempts before getting it right.
"There was smoke," he said, shaking his head. "So much smoke."
Mary giggled, sipping the wine he’d poured her. "I wish I’d seen that."
"No, you don’t," he groaned, but he was smiling.
After dinner, they moved to the couch. Andre put on a movie—some romantic comedy Mary had mentioned wanting to see weeks ago.
She was touched he remembered.
Halfway through, she realized how close they were sitting. Her leg brushed against his, and she didn’t pull away.
Andre’s arm was draped over the back of the couch, his fingers inches from her shoulder.
Mary’s heart raced.
She wasn’t sure who moved first.
One moment, they were laughing at a scene in the movie.
The next, Andre turned his head, his gaze dropping to her lips.
Mary’s breath caught.
Then he leaned in.
His lips were warm, softer than she’d imagined, tasting faintly of wine. For one dizzying second, Mary melted into it.
Then reality crashed over her.
She jerked back, scrambling to her feet.
"Mary—" Andre reached for her, his expression equal parts desire and panic.
"I have to go," she choked out, grabbing her purse.
"Wait, please—"
But she was already out the door, her heart pounding, her lips still burning.
Mary didn’t remember the drive home.
She locked the door behind her, sinking to the floor, her entire body trembling.
What had she done?
What had he done?
Her phone buzzed in her purse—once, twice, then continuously. Andre. Calling. Texting.
"Mary, please talk to me."
"I’m sorry. That was too much."
"Just tell me you’re okay."
She ignored them all, turning her phone face down.
She was angry.
At least, that’s what she told herself.
But the truth was scarier.
The truth was, for that one second before she panicked—she had *wanted* that kiss.
And that terrified her more than anything.
TO BE CONTINUED...

* I trusted you with my heart, believing our love was unbreakable. But your betrayal cut deeper than I ever imagined, turning every memory into a painful echo. I never thought the person I loved most would be the source of my greatest sorrow. Now, I’m left picking up the pieces, learning to heal from the storm you left behind, hoping one day I’ll find peace again*