THE SECRET OF A SLAY QUEEN WHO ONLY SLEEPS WITH MAD MEN Her name was Maliya—fierce, bold, unapologetically beautiful. On the outside, she was every man’s fantasy and every woman’s envy. Slay queen by title, heartbreaker by reputation. But what nobody knew was that behind her polished nails, heavy makeup, and thousand-dollar shoes was a twisted obsession—one that could ruin her life forever. Maliya didn’t sleep with rich politicians, or musicians, or sugar daddies. No. Her secret desire was far darker. She only felt true lust for men society called “mad.” The street wanderers. The mentally unstable. The forgotten souls. The kind who talked to the air, laughed at nothing, and roamed in tattered rags. She believed madness held a kind of freedom no rich man could ever give her. At night, when her friends were clubbing or posting half-naked pictures online, Maliya would sneak out in disguise. She wore an oversized hoodie, no makeup, just a scarf. She’d go behind the abandoned rail tracks where she knew one of them always slept. His name was Dogo. People said he had once been a brilliant university professor before something snapped in his head. Now he danced naked in the streets and barked like a dog. But to Maliya, Dogo was beautiful. She brought him food, bathed him, whispered to him, and made love to him like he was a king. And the terrifying part? He remembered her name. Every single time. “Maliya,” he would say, looking into her soul with eyes that once knew more than the world allowed. “They’ll never understand you, but I do.” She thought no one knew. Until one day, her closest friend, Anita, followed her. Anita had always suspected something strange about Maliya’s behavior. So when she saw Maliya sneaking behind the slums, she trailed her—and what she found left her speechless. Maliya on her knees, feeding a mad man with such devotion it almost looked holy. Anita tried to confront her. “Are you sick in the head? What if someone finds out? Your brand, your endorsements, your family—everything will be gone!” Maliya didn’t flinch. “I’m already gone, Anita. I’ve been gone since I was twelve and I watched my stepfather beat my mother to death and everyone called him a pastor. Madness feels safer than sanity to me.” Anita backed off. She didn’t understand, but she knew better than to question a pain she couldn’t imagine. But secrets don’t stay buried. A vlogger spotted Maliya a few days later, in her disguise, embracing another mad man near the river. The video went viral within hours. “Famous Slay Queen Seen Kissing Lunatic,” the headlines read. Her followers dropped. Brands cut ties. Her family disowned her. But strangely, she didn’t cry. She laughed. Laughed louder than ever before. Because now—finally—she didn’t have to hide. She took Dogo and two other mad men, moved into a remote area outside the city, and built a shelter for the mentally ill. She named it “The Free Mind.” But what she didn’t know was that one of the men she loved—one of the supposed “mad” men—wasn’t mad at all. He was a billionaire’s son hiding from a murderous conspiracy. And everything was about to change. To be continued.... Written by Real Life Stories Follow EMMACK for more

Be careful who you welcome into your home… not every househelp came to serve.” THE HOUSEHELP’S SECRET Episode 1 – The Girl at the Gate The sun was already dipping when the security man walked into the living room and cleared his throat. “Madam… the new girl don come.” Madam Eze didn’t even look up from her phone. “Tell her to wait.” She was irritated. She had gone through three househelps in six months. One stole her gold chain. Another broke a bottle and lied. The last one… well, the girl got pregnant and claimed the father was her husband’s younger brother. Total madness. She was done with nonsense. “Bring her in,” she finally said. A minute later, a slim, dark-skinned girl walked in. She was about 19, with neatly plaited hair and eyes that looked down, never meeting anyone's gaze. Her wrapper was faded, her blouse plain. But there was something strange about her presence — something quiet but strong. “What’s your name?” Madam Eze asked, sizing her up. “Ada, ma.” “You’ve worked before?” “Yes ma. For two years in Owerri.” Madam Eze folded her arms. “Why did you leave?” Ada hesitated. Her fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the handle of her small bag. “They… relocated,” she said simply. Madam Eze eyed her closely. Something in that answer didn’t sit right, but she shrugged it off. “You’ll start tomorrow. Nkem is my only daughter. You do anything funny around her, I’ll send you to the village myself. Are we clear?” “Yes ma.” “Good. Go to the boys’ quarters. You’ll meet Mama Peace there. She’ll show you around.” As Ada turned to leave, her eyes swept briefly across the living room — the golden frames, the family pictures, the expensive couches — then rested for a second on a photo of Madam Eze holding a newborn baby. Her eyes softened. She looked away quickly, but not before Madam Eze noticed. “You know that baby?” the madam asked, suspicious. Ada blinked. “No ma.” “Hmm.” Ada left quietly. As she stepped out into the evening breeze, she whispered under her breath. “God, you’ve brought me this far… don’t let me fail.” Inside the house, Madam Eze shivered suddenly. She didn’t know why. But something about that girl… didn’t feel right. And deep in her heart, she had a strange feeling: This girl was not just a househelp. > What do you think Ada is hiding? Should Madam Eze have trusted her? Drop your thoughts in the comments… Episode 2 drops tomorrow! Like, share n drop a comment. Follow Queen Novo for more interesting stories. #househelpstory #AfricanStories #SuspenseSeries #FamilySecrets #QueenNovo #storytime #storytelling #viralpost2025シ

They have been politicking your health up and down. SHINE YOUR EYES 👀 They slammed animal fats so much that it has been made a foe by so many. Listen; Animal fats like eggs, tallow contain many nutrients that protect against cancer and heart disease; elevated rates of cancer and heart disease are associated with consumption of large amounts of vegetable oils. Americans had less heart disease when they ate more eggs. Now do you know, coconut oil has been criticized and they succeeded in creating alot of contradictions about it. Coconut oil does not cause heart disease. Populations that consume coconut oil have low rates of heart disease. Coconut oil may also be one of the most useful oils to prevent heart disease because of its antiviral and antimicrobial characteristics. Now Is the time to look into your kitchen once again. Ditch vegetable oils. What happened to your palm oil, tallow, coconut oil e.t.c. Don't even consider how much you bought that keg of unhealthy oil. Close your eyes and throw it away with your full chest today. Be aggressive in switching over otherwise, you'd remain in that trap for a long, long time and may not have the tenacity to pull over anymore. RUN AWAY FROM TOXIC SEED OILS AND CREATE THE KIND OF HEALTH YOU DESIRE. MAKE THE MAGIIK HAPPEN FROM YOUR KITCHEN🪄

“ I kneeled down and begged Kizz Daniel to perform for free but he said NO 💔💔🤦‍♂️“ Nasboi “ After dropping two songs that all went viral , I needed to be heard out of Nigeria . I learned Kizz Daniel will be having his mega Show at Wembley Stadium, I begged him to allow me perform for free but he denied . He said “ NasBoi I see what you do , you are way too good . I can’t let you perform for free . He paid my flight , lodging and everything then still gave me 10 million . Let it be known that Vado was the first person to put me on an international stage . Thank you Vado “ Nasboi You guys need to support your friend’s business. You must not always want to use them for free . . Kizz Daniel is a legend . Thank you for showing Nasboi to the world Moral lesson : You are there asking God just for food and Rents , watch how he will surprise you with all you’ve ever dreamt of . Amen 🙏

As the sun sets and the ocean sings, a Tiv queen rises in full glory. Wearing the proud black and white stripes of her people, she rides a horse painted to match the spirit of her tradition. Every stripe, every jewel, every thread of her dress speaks of royalty, strength, and deep cultural pride. She is more than beauty. She is a story of the Tiv people. A reminder that our roots are powerful, our traditions rich, and our women—truly unstoppable. To some, this is a beautiful picture. To us, it is a celebration of identity. -WAN U TIV #TivPride #BenueBeauty #AfricanElegance #TarTivKaBemManDooshima #TivCulture #HeritageInMotion #viralpost2025シ2025 #viralpost2025シ #fypシ゚viralシ #fypviralシ #fypシ゚ #wanutiv

He’s 95 Today & Only a Stone-Hearted Person Will Past Without Celebrating Him🚨 Olu Jacobs is not just a veteran — he’s a living monument of Nollywood. A voice that shaped generations, a presence that lit up our screens with wisdom and grace. He turned 95 and we will celebrate him while still alive, not when he's gone, RIP will full everywhere meanwhile you didn't celebrate him when he was alive😏 Those who celebrate old age will be blessed with old age. Honor them now. Happy Birthday Sir Olu Jacob❤️ #OluJacobs #HappyBirthdayLegend #Viral #NollywoodVeteran #GiveThemTheirFlowers #CelebrateTheLiving #IconsDeserveLove #Fyp

In the heart of Nigeria, where the sun kisses the land with golden warmth and culture flows like an ageless river, three daughters of Benue rise in elegance before a modern sanctuary of dreams. IGede. Idoma. Tiv. Not just tribes—but living poems, stories woven in thread, rhythm, and pride. They stand not just adorned in stripes of tradition, but wrapped in centuries of heritage—each fabric a voice, each bead a heartbeat. The horsetail in their hands? It’s more than an accessory; it’s a scepter of dignity, a symbol of strength passed from ancestors who danced with the stars and spoke to the spirits in whispers of wind. Behind them, the duplex—a marvel of modernity. But in front of it, the soul of identity. This is not just fashion. This is not just culture. This is legacy, beauty, and power—blazing boldly into the future while rooted firmly in the soil of origin. May every young girl from Benue and beyond look at this and know: You are royal. You are history. You are the tomorrow our ancestors dreamed of. #BenuePride #Igede #Idoma #Tiv #CulturalElegance #AfricanQueens #HeritageAndModernity #fypシ゚viralシ #viralpost

ICYMI: Access Bank has responded to VDM’s viral video over missing N500 million from a customer’s account. VDM had accused the bank of moving the amount from a deceased customer’s customer's funds. Details in comments.

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Dating a single mother sometimes may be risk. When I met my wife was in 2010, she had a child, 4 years old then. She was a single mother, working hard to provide for herself and child. She was only 27 years old. I was 30, I needed a good woman to marry. When I met her, I didn’t let the fact that she was a single mother affect how I saw her. I treated her with so much love and respect. She told me the man responsible for her child abandoned her when she was pregnant so I took responsibility of the child. I changed his name to mine after I married the mother. I’ve done nothing but love this woman with everything in me. I put her kid in a good school and established a good business for her to operate. I never took a penny from her business, I only put in more money for her to expand and be a boss of her own. She bought her own car aside what I gave her in 2021 and started building a house she claimed she wanted her mother to occupy. We have two kids together, making three in total. I’ve only been a good father and husband to my family. I don’t interfere in my wife’s business, I respect her ideas so I only encourage her to grow. I work full time, I’m my own boss but I still make sure I go to work everyday and spend the normal hours I’ve to at work. My wife does same but sometimes I try to visit her at work and on several occasions, I met her absence. Her excuse was always, she went to check on some materials. I have always believed her. Three months ago an issue of DNA came up at work. One of my employees said he went to do it after he discovered his wife was still in contact with one of her ex lovers but the result was positive, he was the father of his children. That drove me to conduct a DNA on my own kids. I thought it was a waste of money at first, but after careful consideration, I decided it was necessary, since my wife was once with someone before me. I never saw or heard her talk of this baby daddy since we met. I doubted the results would be anything else than what will say the kids are mine. After all, I even changed her child’s name to mine. So the results came out two weeks ago. I went for it and when I checked, neither of the kids are mine. I was so shocked! I said nothing, I only stayed away from the house for three days so I could calm down. After that, I invited her parents and mine over and made her read the results of the test to them herself. She didn’t know why I called the meeting, I shocked her and everyone else. She confessed at the meeting that the kids were all for Owura, her baby daddy. The man she claimed abandoned her. She was using my money to feed Owura. Owura was occupying the house she claimed to be building for her mother. Owura knew me all along. My wife would go and stay at his place for hours and then return to the house, saying she’s from work. , I took everything from her. Every single penny. Even the house and car she bought for herself, I took it. I told her to take me to court if she wanted. I sent her away with the kids to go and stay with their father. Only thing I didn’t touch was her bank balance, if she had any. Over 14 years that I was with her, she did nothing but deceive me. Make a fool out of me. I regret ever meeting her. I live in pain and regret every day sir. Note: this text is copied post @top fans #highlights #goviral #marriage #relationships #ghananews #ghanacelebrities #ghana #ghanamusic #ghanaentertainment #ghanamovies #ghostoftsushima #omanchannel #omanmedia #ghanapolitics #ghanablackstars

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