Regina Daniels and Husband Ned Nwoko Taunt Critics As Billionaire Dresses Wife Up in Viral Video Nigerian actress Regina Daniels showed off a heartwarming moment between herself and billionaire husband Ned Nwoko This came days after the movie star was attacked online for her message to Priscillia Ojo and Juma Jux’s wedding Following that, a video went viral online showcasing a heartwarming moment between the politician and his wife, which got many talking online Nigerian politician Ned Nwoko has made his actress wife, Regina Daniels, the envy of all women by dressing her up. Regina Daniels’ husband Ned Nwoko dresses her up in viral video. Credit: @regina.danielsSource: Instagram When he was done dressing his wife, he asked the people around if their husband treats them the way he did with Regina. While at that, the caption of the video argued that every woman dreams of a love like the politician and the actress, but cannot have it. “Every woman dreams, but only a few wake up to a love like this. Can your husband ever? @regina.daniels is the most blessed”. Watch the video below: TheTalk.NG reported that Nigerians stormed Regina Daniels Instagram post about Iyabo Ojo and her daughter Priscilla to take a swipe at her. The mother of two had shared her good wishes to her senior colleague and her daughter after the lavish wedding the actress did for her daughter. In the post, Daniels prayed that Priscilla’s home will be protected and blessed while also wishing her a lifetime of joy and laughter. However, the post didn’t go down well with her fans, who went to her comment section to lash out at her. Many taunted her over her marriage to her politician husband. They asserted that she got married to an old man and does not know what it feels to be married to a young, rich and famous man. Some others pointed out that her husband was not satisfying her in the other room. They lashed out at her for being the 6th wife of her husband. New video of Regina Daniels and Ned Nwoko gets many talking. Credit: @regina.danielsSource: Instagram They asked young girls to learn from Priscilla Ojo and not from the actress when it comes to the issue of marriage. Recall that Regina Daniels recently returned to her social life with her husband after rumour that they had parted ways.

DON’T MARRY JUST ANY WOMAN, MARRY A WOMAN WITH COMMON SENSE. 1. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that respect in marriage is mutual, not one-sided. 2. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that you are not an ATM machine, and providing for the family is a shared responsibility when necessary. 3. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that love is not just about what she can receive but also what she can give. 4. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that being a man does not mean you don’t have emotions and that your struggles and mental health matter too. 5. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that submission does not mean slavery, and partnership does not mean control. 6. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that when you are tired or stressed, she should also be willing to support, whether by cooking, making things easier, or simply being considerate. 7. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that intimacy is not a weapon for manipulation or punishment but an expression of love that should be mutual and consensual. 8. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that disagreements are normal but should be handled with maturity, not silent treatment, disrespect, or emotional manipulation. 9. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that your dreams and aspirations matter just as much as hers and that marriage should be a place of support, not competition. 10. Marry a woman who loves your soul, not just your status, money, or what she can gain. Marry a woman who enjoys talking to you, not just demanding from you. May you not miss it in marriage

HOW THE APOSTLES DIED. 1. Matthew Suffered martyrdom in Ethiopia, Killed by a sword wound. 2. Mark Died in Alexandria, Egypt , after being dragged by Horses through the streets until he was dead. 3. Luke Was hanged in Greece as a result of his tremendous Preaching to the lost. 4. John Faced martyrdom when he was boiled in huge Basin of boiling oil during a wave of persecution In Rome. However, he was miraculously delivered From death. John was then sentenced to the mines on the prison Island of Patmos. He wrote his prophetic Book of Revelation on Patmos . The apostle John was later freed and returned to serve As Bishop of Edessa in modern Turkey . He died as an old man, the only apostle to die peacefully 5. Peter He was crucified upside down on an x-shaped cross. According to church tradition it was because he told his tormentors that he felt unworthy to die In the same way that Jesus Christ had died. 6. James The leader of the church in Jerusalem , was thrown over a hundred feet down from the southeast pinnacle of the Temple when he refused to deny his faith in Christ. When they discovered that he survived the fall, his enemies beat James to death with a fuller's club. * This was the same pinnacle where Satan had taken Jesus during the Temptation. 7. James the Son of Zebedee, was a fisherman by trade when Jesus Called him to a lifetime of ministry. As a strong leader of the church, James was beheaded at Jerusalem. The Roman officer who guarded James watched amazed as James defended his faith at his trial. Later, the officer Walked beside James to the place of execution. Overcome by conviction, he declared his new faith to the judge and Knelt beside James to accept beheading as a Christian. 8. Bartholomew Also known as Nathaniel Was a missionary to Asia. He witnessed for our Lord in present day Turkey. Bartholomew was martyred for his preaching in Armenia where he was flayed to death by a whip. 9. Andrew Was crucified on an x-shaped cross in Patras, Greece. After being whipped severely by seven soldiers they tied his body to the cross with cords to prolong his agony. His followers reported that, when he was led toward the cross, Andrew saluted it in these words: 'I have long desired and expected this happy hour. The cross has been consecrated by the body of Christ hanging on it.' He continued to preach to his tormentors For two days until he expired. 10. Thomas Was stabbed with a spear in India during one of his missionary trips to establish the church in the Sub-continent. 11. Jude Was killed with arrows when he refused to deny his faith in Christ. 12. Matthias The apostle chosen to replace the traitor Judas Iscariot, was stoned and then beheaded. 13. Paul Was tortured and then beheaded by the evil Emperor Nero at Rome in A.D. 67. Paul endured a lengthy imprisonment, which allowed him to write his many epistles to the churches he had formed throughout the Roman Empire. These letters, which taught many of the foundational Doctrines of Christianity, form a large portion of the New Testament. THEGOSOEL THAT TOOK THE BLOOD OF THE APOSTLES IS THE ONE TAKING YOUR PASTORS TO THE BANK, AND BECOMING THE RICHEST IN FORBS LIST THIS SHOULD TELL U THAT THEY ARE PREACHERS OF ANOTHWR GOSPEL, ON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT, U WILL UNDERSTAND BETTER

YOU DON’T HAVE A S*X PROBLEM — YOU HAVE A SELF-CONTROL PROBLEM It’s not about women… It’s about the war in your own mind Let’s settle this once and for all: S*x is not your enemy. Women are not your downfall. Your real problem is you can’t tell yourself “NO” — and mean it. You don’t have a lust problem. You don’t have a girlfriend problem. You have a discipline problem. And here’s how it’s destroying your life quietly — while you think it’s just “normal behavior”… 1. You chase women, but you don’t chase purpose. You know how to text her non-stop… But you can’t stay focused on your goals for 3 straight hours. You have energy for sweet words… But no energy for self-improvement, study, or money-making. That’s not a s*x issue. That’s weak self-leadership. 2. You can delay pleasure with money — but not with women. You’ll save up to buy a phone. You’ll wait 3 months to get a new sneaker. But you can’t even say “no” to your body when it starts calling. You’re financially wise… but sexually foolish. And that imbalance is killing your power. 3. You know it’s wrong — but you do it anyway. You feel guilty after sleeping with her. You regret it after you masturbate. You swear it won’t happen again… But two nights later, you’re back at it. That’s not just habit — that’s a lack of control. 4. You’re ruled by urges, not purpose. You wake up with ideas… But by noon, you’re back in her DMs. You had plans… But her body made you forget all of them. You can’t dominate the world if you can’t even dominate yourself. 5. You call it love — but you’re just addicted to lust. You don’t love her. You love what she makes you feel. You love the ego boost. The fantasy. The temporary escape. And because you can’t detach, You stay stuck in toxic cycles that waste your time and kill your growth. 6. You ask God for help — but you never say no to temptation. You pray. You cry. You fast. But when she texts “come over,” You forget all your anointing. It’s not about prayers — it’s about principle. Until you discipline your body, you’ll keep falling in the same trap. 7. Your energy is leaking through your cravings. Every time you chase s*x instead of your calling, You give away your power, your time, your strength. And it’s why your dreams feel dry. Because you keep watering women, not your goals. 8. You can't sit in silence without craving pleasure. You get bored, you want s*x. You get stressed, you want s*x. You get lonely, you want s*x. You’ve made s*x your medicine — and now you’re hooked. You don’t need more s*x. You need more purpose. 9. You train your brain to give up easily. Every climax without discipline tells your mind: “Instant reward is better than long-term success.” So you stop grinding. You stop building. You start cutting corners. All because you trained yourself to quit when things get hard — and chase what feels easy. 10. You’re not addicted to her — you’re addicted to escaping yourself. S*x is your way of avoiding the uncomfortable truth: That you’re not where you want to be in life… So you hide in a woman’s body instead of fixing your own journey. Bro, hear this clearly: You don’t need more women. You don’t need another round. You don’t need late-night texts or temporary highs. You need control. You need mastery. You need silence, structure, and standards. Because a man who can’t say no to his urges Will say yes to every distraction — and miss his destiny. Danny CEO

Didier Drogba: "Torres' time at Chelsea wasn't as expected. Some even said it was one of the worst signings in the club's history in terms of performance compared to the price paid for him. But he scored a goal that will remain in the memory of the Blues forever. Torres was not part of coach Di Matteo's main plans during the 2012 Champions League campaign. He was only used for about 10 minutes across both legs of the semifinal against Barcelona. The equalizing goal he scored back then was historic and important for everyone. I remember he received the ball after a dangerous Barcelona attack near our penalty area. Xavi Hernández tried to pass through the depth of our defense, and if Torres hadn’t been in the right place at the right moment, Barcelona might have had one last chance — and no one knows how that could’ve ended. In the final minute of the match, he broke free and received the ball alone in Barcelona’s half, scoring the goal. I remember Roberto Di Matteo’s joy and the celebrations of the Chelsea players. After the match, Roman Abramovich came into the dressing room and told Torres, ‘You’re never leaving this place.’"

Captain Ibrahim Traoré: The soldier selling Africa false hope, By Umar Farouk Bala Traoré’s anti-democratic posture is not a blueprint for development — it is a calculated strategy to entrench military rule under the guise of a populist revolution. What Traoré is selling is not a radical reimagining of governance. It is an age-old authoritarian tactic: discredit democracy, invoke national pride, and suppress dissent — all while consolidating power… Since assuming power through a 2022 coup, Traoré has suspended political parties, cracked down on the press, and muzzled civil society organisations. He claims these actions defend national sovereignty and promote a “popular, progressive revolution.” Clad in fatigues and fluent in fiery rhetoric, Captain Ibrahim Traoré of Burkina Faso has emerged as a poster child of a new wave of African populism. To his supporters, he is a revolutionary — bold, youthful, and principled. To the disillusioned youth across the continent, he offers a seductive promise: progress without the inconveniences of democracy. But behind the revolutionary slogans and Sankara-inspired aesthetics lies a far less romantic reality. Traoré’s anti-democratic posture is not a blueprint for development — it is a calculated strategy to entrench military rule under the guise of a populist revolution. Let us be clear, Africa has every right to interrogate the forms and functions of democracy on the continent. For decades, many African states have endured dysfunctional governance, hollow elections, and endemic corruption — even under democratically elected leaders. But that frustration must not be manipulated into legitimising authoritarianism. What Traoré is selling is not a radical reimagining of governance. It is an age-old authoritarian tactic: discredit democracy, invoke national pride, and suppress dissent — all while consolidating power. Since assuming power through a 2022 coup, Traoré has suspended political parties, cracked down on the press, and muzzled civil society organisations. He claims these actions defend national sovereignty and promote a “popular, progressive revolution.” But there is little “popular” about a regime that stifles dissent and sidelines citizen participation. Beneath the rhetoric, his governance follows a familiar authoritarian script: glorify the military, delegitimise the opposition, and centralise authority.

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

THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh. Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger. “Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…” Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world. “But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal. “You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.” In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left. Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love. Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper. Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch. A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand. Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.” “Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back. The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth. “What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before. The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood. They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway. “Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?” Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips. “You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home. Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear. “Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him. He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands. “My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?” “Wilson,” he replied hesitantly. “Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.” Wilson managed a faint smile. “I don’t know how to thank you...” “Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?” Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold. When he finished, silence filled the room. “Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly. Wilson stared at her in sh0ck. “What?” “I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.” “I… don’t…” CONTINUE READING IN THE COMMENTS BELOW. 👇👇

💍 His Wife Wet the Bed on Their Wedding Night—And Then This Happened - Episode 4 👵 His Mother Moved In—and Tried to Take Over the Marriage… After weathering therapy, emotional breakdowns, and late-night phone drama, Obiora and Christy were finally in sync again. The house was filled with peace. Laughter. Warmth. Even the neighbors had started calling them “that sweet couple.” But in Nigeria, peace is often short-lived when family gets involved. It all started with a phone call. “Mama’s not feeling too strong,” Obiora told Christy one evening. “Doctor says she should be around people. I think she should come stay with us for a few weeks.” Christy smiled and nodded. “Of course. She’s welcome anytime.” She meant it too. She loved Mama Ngozi—or at least, the version she knew from wedding ceremonies and video calls. What she didn’t realize was… Mama Ngozi was a full-force hurricane in a gele. The moment she entered the house, the atmosphere shifted. “Ehn, so this is how you people live?” she said, scanning the living room like a general inspecting troops. “This chair is not facing the TV properly. And this flower? Haba. Artificial? In my son’s house?” Christy laughed it off. She thought it was cute. For the first two days. But then Mama started waking her up at 5 a.m. to pray. Then came the cooking. “You young girls don’t know how to cook soup again. Christy, give me that pot. You’re stirring it like you’re mixing paint.” Christy bit her tongue. She tried. Really tried. Until the ultimate line dropped during one Sunday lunch. Mama Ngozi turned to Obiora and said in Igbo—loud enough for Christy to hear: “If you had married that Ada girl from the village, you would be eating fresh pounded yam every day, not this microwave love.” Christy’s fork paused mid-air. Her chest tightened. Obiora caught the moment. He saw the pain in Christy’s eyes. And for the first time since Mama arrived, he spoke up. “Mama, please. Respect my wife.” The room fell silent. “She may not pound yam or wake up before the cock crows, but this woman held me down when I was broken. You’re my mother, and I love you—but this is our home. Not your battleground.” Mama gasped like she’d been shot. “So you’re choosing a woman over me, Obiora?” “I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing my marriage.” Mama stood. Packed her things. And went to stay with Obiora’s older sister “for just a few days.” She didn’t speak to him for a week. Christy, shaken but grateful, turned to her husband that night. “Thank you,” she whispered. Obiora pulled her close and smiled. “You don’t leave someone you pray for, remember?” They laughed through tears. 💬 When parents clash with your spouse—who do you stand with? Can there be balance without disrespect? Let’s talk in the comments.👇 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 📌 Just follow, like and comment

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 🤲❤️

"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 😤

"Them no dey divorce pōōr man, na run dem dey run leave am"! You see this thing wey dey happen for society when woman divorce rich man; them go say - "Celebrity Wife Files for Divorce, Citing Irreconcilable Differences". But when na p00r mán them wan comot from him hand, you go just come back from work hear say; Aunty Chioma no dey with brother Dele again o, she use okada come carry her load. No petition, no alimōny, no court case, na hūnger make her pack load. She go just send you voice note for WhatsApp say; Emeka I no do again - your key dey window. The 2 sachet tomato you keep for basket sef, she go carry am go. Next thing, she go begin drop motivational status for WhatsApp - "I survived". Las las sha, whether you get bar or not, Amaka go still disappoint you! ~RMD #Afrocania #viral #everyone #virals #follower #followers #highlightseveryonefollowers