• A lovely morning to you all, hope your night was great, is good to see another beautiful day. Keep pushing you will get there.
    A lovely morning to you all, hope your night was great, is good to see another beautiful day. Keep pushing you will get there.
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  • Unlock phone wahala

    t was a peaceful Saturday morning. Birds were singing, the sun was rising until Chike exploded down the street like a stol en okada

    His neighbours shouted, Chike, Are you running from ar m*ed ro bb*ers

    Breathless, Chike yelled, Worse, I forgot my phone it’s not locked. and it’s beside my wife

    Everyone gasped.

    One man shouted, Guy, increase your speed o. That woman go scroll to 2018 if you delay
    Ehee..men supporting men

    Chike didn’t wait for motivation. He jumped gutters like an Olympic athlete. He even ran past the local church choir rehearsing it is well at full speed.

    Rumour has it that by the time he reached home, his wife had already opened WhatsApp, scrolled past Good morning beautiful from Amaka, and was just about to open the photo album titled Business Documents which had no business in it

    If you love peace, lock your phone or train for a marathon
    Unlock phone wahala 🤣😀😁🤣 t was a peaceful Saturday morning. Birds were singing, the sun was rising until Chike exploded down the street like a stol en okada🤣🤣 His neighbours shouted, Chike, Are you running from ar m*ed ro bb*ers🤣🤣 Breathless, Chike yelled, Worse, I forgot my phone it’s not locked. and it’s beside my wife🤣🤣🤣 Everyone gasped. One man shouted, Guy, increase your speed o. That woman go scroll to 2018 if you delay🤣🤣 Ehee..men supporting men🤣🤣 Chike didn’t wait for motivation. He jumped gutters like an Olympic athlete. He even ran past the local church choir rehearsing it is well at full speed🤣. Rumour has it that by the time he reached home, his wife had already opened WhatsApp, scrolled past Good morning beautiful from Amaka, and was just about to open the photo album titled Business Documents which had no business in it🤣🤣😂 If you love peace, lock your phone or train for a marathon🤣🤣🤣🤣
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  • She is looking beautiful.
    She is looking beautiful.❤️💝🦊
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  • Wow beautiful daughter of Queen May congratulations
    Wow beautiful daughter of Queen May congratulations 🎊
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    #Beautifulelegantbrand
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  • THEME OF SPEECHLESS BY MICHEAL JACKSON

    Speechless" by Michael Jackson centers around the overwhelming power of love that defies articulation. The lyrics explore how intense and magical love can render words inadequate, leaving the speaker in a state of genuine, wordless awe. In essence, it's an ode to a love so all-encompassing that it bypasses the need for verbal communication, conveying deep emotions through silence rather than structured language
    The song also hints at a certain vulnerability—the idea that being completely exposed to such strong feelings can be both beautiful and disarming. This vulnerability is intertwined with the transformative nature of love, suggesting that when love reaches its fullest form, it elevates one beyond the ordinary constraints of expression. The result is a reflective, almost spiritual contemplation of how love can leave us utterly "speechless" in its profound impact

    THEME OF SPEECHLESS BY MICHEAL JACKSON Speechless" by Michael Jackson centers around the overwhelming power of love that defies articulation. The lyrics explore how intense and magical love can render words inadequate, leaving the speaker in a state of genuine, wordless awe. In essence, it's an ode to a love so all-encompassing that it bypasses the need for verbal communication, conveying deep emotions through silence rather than structured language The song also hints at a certain vulnerability—the idea that being completely exposed to such strong feelings can be both beautiful and disarming. This vulnerability is intertwined with the transformative nature of love, suggesting that when love reaches its fullest form, it elevates one beyond the ordinary constraints of expression. The result is a reflective, almost spiritual contemplation of how love can leave us utterly "speechless" in its profound impact
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  • *POISON THAT KILLS MEN*

    *Once upon a time a beautiful girl got tired of her marriage life and wanted to murder her spouse.*

    *One morning she ran to her mother and say to her " mother, I am tired of my husband I can no longer support his nonsense. I want* *to kill him but I am afraid Law of the land will hold me responsible, can you please help me mother?"*

    *The mother answered:*

    - *Yes my daughter I can help you, but, there is a little task attached.*

    *The daughter asked "what task? I am willing and ready to assume any task attached in order to get him out"*

    *OK, said the mother,*

    *1..You will have to make* *peace with him, so that no one will suspect you when he is dead.*

    *2.. You will have to beautify yourself in order to look young and attractive to him*

    *3.. You have to take good care of him and be very nice and appreciative to him*

    *4.. You have to be patient, loving and less jealous, have more listening ears, be more respectful and obedient*

    *5. Spend your money for him and don’t get angry even when he don't give you money for whatever*

    *6. Don’t raise your voice against but encourage Peace and love so that you will never be suspected when he must* *have died.*

    *Can you do all of that?*
    *Asked the mother.*
    *Yes i can. She replied*
    *OK, said the mother.*

    *Take this powder and pour a bit in his every day meal, it will slowly kill him.*

    *After 30 days the lady came back to her mother and said.*

    *Mother, I have no intention of killing my husband again. As of now I have grown to love him because he has completely changed, he is* *now a very sweet husband than I ever imagined.*

    *What can i do to stop the poison from killing him?*

    *Please help me mother.*

    *She pleaded in a sorrowful tone.*

    *The mother answered;*
    *Do not worry my daughter.* *What I gave you the other day* *was just Tumeric Powder. It will never kill him.*

    *In reality, you were the poison that was slowly killing your husband with tension and dispassion.*

    *It was when you started loving, honouring and cherishing him that you saw him change to a nice and sweet husband.*

    *Men are not really wicked, but our way of relating with them determines their responses and feelings towards us.*

    *Women if you can only show respect, dedication, love, care and commitment to your husband he will 100% be there for you.*

    Happy Father's Day in Advance
    *POISON THAT KILLS MEN* *Once upon a time a beautiful girl got tired of her marriage life and wanted to murder her spouse.* *One morning she ran to her mother and say to her " mother, I am tired of my husband I can no longer support his nonsense. I want* *to kill him but I am afraid Law of the land will hold me responsible, can you please help me mother?"* *The mother answered:* - *Yes my daughter I can help you, but, there is a little task attached.* *The daughter asked "what task? I am willing and ready to assume any task attached in order to get him out"* *OK, said the mother,* *1..You will have to make* *peace with him, so that no one will suspect you when he is dead.* *2.. You will have to beautify yourself in order to look young and attractive to him* *3.. You have to take good care of him and be very nice and appreciative to him* *4.. You have to be patient, loving and less jealous, have more listening ears, be more respectful and obedient* *5. Spend your money for him and don’t get angry even when he don't give you money for whatever* *6. Don’t raise your voice against but encourage Peace and love so that you will never be suspected when he must* *have died.* *Can you do all of that?* *Asked the mother.* *Yes i can. She replied* *OK, said the mother.* *Take this powder and pour a bit in his every day meal, it will slowly kill him.* *After 30 days the lady came back to her mother and said.* *Mother, I have no intention of killing my husband again. As of now I have grown to love him because he has completely changed, he is* *now a very sweet husband than I ever imagined.* *What can i do to stop the poison from killing him?* *Please help me mother.* *She pleaded in a sorrowful tone.* *The mother answered;* *Do not worry my daughter.* *What I gave you the other day* *was just Tumeric Powder. It will never kill him.* *In reality, you were the poison that was slowly killing your husband with tension and dispassion.* *It was when you started loving, honouring and cherishing him that you saw him change to a nice and sweet husband.* *Men are not really wicked, but our way of relating with them determines their responses and feelings towards us.* *Women if you can only show respect, dedication, love, care and commitment to your husband he will 100% be there for you.* Happy Father's Day in Advance😍
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  • A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
    PART 5
    The courtroom was cold.
    Grace sat stiffly on the wooden bench, her fingers clutching the edge of the seat as the judge’s voice echoed through the sterile room.
    "Divorce granted."
    Two words. That was all it took to end eighteen years of marriage.
    Beside her, Michael sat with his head bowed, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. Their three children—Sarah, Daniel, and little Joy—were huddled close to him, their faces streaked with silent tears. None of them looked at her.
    Grace’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might crack her ribs.
    Outside the courthouse, Michael approached her, his eyes red-rimmed.
    "Grace," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "It’s not too late. We can stop this."
    She turned away, but he caught her wrist gently.
    "Please," he begged. "For the kids. For us."
    For a fleeting moment, Grace hesitated. She remembered the way he used to smile at her in the mornings, the way he’d pull her close during cold nights.
    But then Pastor Gideon’s voice slithered into her mind:
    "He’s trying to trap you again. Don’t fall for it."
    She yanked her hand away.
    "It’s over, Michael."
    His face crumbled.
    Despite everything, Michael didn’t fight her.
    Out of love—or maybe guilt—he gave her everything:
    - 50 million naira
    - A fully furnished house in a quiet estate
    - A brand-new car
    Their lawyer read out the terms, his voice monotone. Grace should have felt victorious. But all she felt was empty.
    When it came to the children, the judge asked them one by one:
    "Who do you want to live with?"
    Sarah, her eldest, didn’t hesitate. "Daddy."
    Daniel, her sensitive middle child, wiped his nose and nodded. "Daddy too."
    Little Joy, only six years old, clutched her father’s leg and whispered, "I want Daddy."
    Grace’s breath left her lungs in a rush, as if she’d been punched.
    They didn’t choose me.
    Her new house was beautiful.
    Spacious. Quiet. Empty.
    Grace wandered through the rooms like a ghost, her footsteps echoing off the polished floors. She slept in the middle of the king-sized bed, drowning in the silence.
    At night, she cried until her throat was raw, until her pillow was soaked.
    She missed Sarah’s laughter. She missed Daniel’s bedtime stories. She missed Joy’s tiny arms around her neck.
    Most of all, she missed him.
    But it was too late.
    Pastor Gideon visited often, his smile wide and reassuring.
    "You’ve done the right thing, Sister Grace," he said, patting her hand. "God is testing your faith. Stay strong."
    He brought her scriptures about "new beginnings" and "breaking chains." He told her the children would understand one day.
    But when he left, the loneliness swallowed her whole.
    One evening, as she scrolled through old photos on her phone, Michael called.
    Her finger hovered over the answer button.
    Pastor Gideon’s warning rang in her ears:
    "If you go back, you’ll regret it. He’ll never change."
    She let the call go to voicemail.
    That night, Grace dreamed of her old life.
    She was in the kitchen, cooking while Michael hugged her from behind, his lips brushing her neck. The children were laughing in the living room.
    When she woke up, the house was dark.
    And she was alone.
    The weight of her mistake crashed down on her.
    What have I done?
    Days bled into weeks.
    Grace stopped wearing makeup. Stopped cooking. Stopped caring.
    The money, the house, the car—none of it mattered.
    One afternoon, she found Sarah’s hair ribbon tucked in her purse. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the faint scent of her daughter’s shampoo, and broke down.
    She wanted to call Michael. To beg for forgiveness.
    But pride—and the pastor’s voice—held her back.
    Pastor Gideon called her to his office.
    "Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "I’ve been praying for you. God has shown me your next steps."
    He slid a document across the table.
    "Donation to the church’s new building project."
    The amount: 30 million naira.
    Grace stared at it, her stomach churning.
    For the first time, she wondered—
    Was this his plan all along?
    TO BE CONTINUED...
    A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 5 The courtroom was cold. Grace sat stiffly on the wooden bench, her fingers clutching the edge of the seat as the judge’s voice echoed through the sterile room. "Divorce granted." Two words. That was all it took to end eighteen years of marriage. Beside her, Michael sat with his head bowed, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. Their three children—Sarah, Daniel, and little Joy—were huddled close to him, their faces streaked with silent tears. None of them looked at her. Grace’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might crack her ribs. Outside the courthouse, Michael approached her, his eyes red-rimmed. "Grace," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "It’s not too late. We can stop this." She turned away, but he caught her wrist gently. "Please," he begged. "For the kids. For us." For a fleeting moment, Grace hesitated. She remembered the way he used to smile at her in the mornings, the way he’d pull her close during cold nights. But then Pastor Gideon’s voice slithered into her mind: "He’s trying to trap you again. Don’t fall for it." She yanked her hand away. "It’s over, Michael." His face crumbled. Despite everything, Michael didn’t fight her. Out of love—or maybe guilt—he gave her everything: - 50 million naira - A fully furnished house in a quiet estate - A brand-new car Their lawyer read out the terms, his voice monotone. Grace should have felt victorious. But all she felt was empty. When it came to the children, the judge asked them one by one: "Who do you want to live with?" Sarah, her eldest, didn’t hesitate. "Daddy." Daniel, her sensitive middle child, wiped his nose and nodded. "Daddy too." Little Joy, only six years old, clutched her father’s leg and whispered, "I want Daddy." Grace’s breath left her lungs in a rush, as if she’d been punched. They didn’t choose me. Her new house was beautiful. Spacious. Quiet. Empty. Grace wandered through the rooms like a ghost, her footsteps echoing off the polished floors. She slept in the middle of the king-sized bed, drowning in the silence. At night, she cried until her throat was raw, until her pillow was soaked. She missed Sarah’s laughter. She missed Daniel’s bedtime stories. She missed Joy’s tiny arms around her neck. Most of all, she missed him. But it was too late. Pastor Gideon visited often, his smile wide and reassuring. "You’ve done the right thing, Sister Grace," he said, patting her hand. "God is testing your faith. Stay strong." He brought her scriptures about "new beginnings" and "breaking chains." He told her the children would understand one day. But when he left, the loneliness swallowed her whole. One evening, as she scrolled through old photos on her phone, Michael called. Her finger hovered over the answer button. Pastor Gideon’s warning rang in her ears: "If you go back, you’ll regret it. He’ll never change." She let the call go to voicemail. That night, Grace dreamed of her old life. She was in the kitchen, cooking while Michael hugged her from behind, his lips brushing her neck. The children were laughing in the living room. When she woke up, the house was dark. And she was alone. The weight of her mistake crashed down on her. What have I done? Days bled into weeks. Grace stopped wearing makeup. Stopped cooking. Stopped caring. The money, the house, the car—none of it mattered. One afternoon, she found Sarah’s hair ribbon tucked in her purse. She pressed it to her face, inhaling the faint scent of her daughter’s shampoo, and broke down. She wanted to call Michael. To beg for forgiveness. But pride—and the pastor’s voice—held her back. Pastor Gideon called her to his office. "Sister Grace," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "I’ve been praying for you. God has shown me your next steps." He slid a document across the table. "Donation to the church’s new building project." The amount: 30 million naira. Grace stared at it, her stomach churning. For the first time, she wondered— Was this his plan all along? TO BE CONTINUED...
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  • DONT BE QUICK TO JUDGE

    At a wedding ceremony the Pastor​ asked if there was anyone who had any reason why the marriage shouldn't go on; it was time to stand up and speak, or forever let them hold their peace.

    The moment of utter silence was interrupted by a young beautiful woman carrying a child. She started walking slowly toward the Pastor​.
    Everything quickly turned to chaos. The bride slapped the groom.
    The groom's mother fainted.
    The bridal trail scooted towards the door.
    The groom's men huddled together like a bereaved flock, wondering how best to help save the situation.
    The Pastor asked the woman,
    "Can you tell us why you came forward? What do you have to say?"
    The woman replied,
    "I can't hear from the back."

    *LESSON*: Hold judgment until you've had all the facts. However, many times we Jump Into Conclusion quickly and beautiful relationships are ruined.
    Don't Be Quick To Judge Anyone
    🗣Hope I Am Communicating?
    DONT BE QUICK TO JUDGE At a wedding ceremony the Pastor​ asked if there was anyone who had any reason why the marriage shouldn't go on; it was time to stand up and speak, or forever let them hold their peace. The moment of utter silence was interrupted by a young beautiful woman carrying a child. She started walking slowly toward the Pastor​. Everything quickly turned to chaos. The bride slapped the groom. The groom's mother fainted. The bridal trail scooted towards the door. The groom's men huddled together like a bereaved flock, wondering how best to help save the situation. The Pastor asked the woman, "Can you tell us why you came forward? What do you have to say?" The woman replied, "I can't hear from the back."😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 *LESSON*: Hold judgment until you've had all the facts. However, many times we Jump Into Conclusion quickly and beautiful relationships are ruined. Don't Be Quick To Judge Anyone😥🙏 🗣Hope I Am Communicating?
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  • *A Morning of Gratitude*❤‍🩹

    I’m so grateful to be on the _WAKE UP_ list once again! It's a beautiful reminder that we were watched over through the night and given the gift of a new day. *God is truly good!* 🫶🏾

    _Thank You, Lord, for Your blessings and guidance! _
    *A Morning of Gratitude*🎀✝️❤‍🩹✨ I’m so grateful to be on the _WAKE UP_ list once again! 🌅 It's a beautiful reminder that we were watched over through the night and given the gift of a new day. *God is truly good!* 🙏✨🎀🫶🏾 _Thank You, Lord, for Your blessings and guidance! ❤️✝️_
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  • Good morning beautiful people
    Good morning beautiful people
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  • DONT BE QUICK TO JUDGE

    At a wedding ceremony the Pastor​ asked if there was anyone who had any reason why the marriage shouldn't go on; it was time to stand up and speak, or forever let them hold their peace.

    The moment of utter silence was interrupted by a young beautiful woman carrying a child. She started walking slowly toward the Pastor​.
    Everything quickly turned to chaos. The bride slapped the groom.
    The groom's mother fainted.
    The bridal trail scooted towards the door.
    The groom's men huddled together like a bereaved flock, wondering how best to help save the situation.
    The Pastor asked the woman,
    "Can you tell us why you came forward? What do you have to say?"
    The woman replied,
    "I can't hear from the back."

    *LESSON*: Hold judgment until you've had all the facts. However, many times we Jump Into Conclusion quickly and beautiful relationships are ruined.
    Don't Be Quick To Judge Anyone
    🗣Hope I Am Communicating?
    DONT BE QUICK TO JUDGE At a wedding ceremony the Pastor​ asked if there was anyone who had any reason why the marriage shouldn't go on; it was time to stand up and speak, or forever let them hold their peace. The moment of utter silence was interrupted by a young beautiful woman carrying a child. She started walking slowly toward the Pastor​. Everything quickly turned to chaos. The bride slapped the groom. The groom's mother fainted. The bridal trail scooted towards the door. The groom's men huddled together like a bereaved flock, wondering how best to help save the situation. The Pastor asked the woman, "Can you tell us why you came forward? What do you have to say?" The woman replied, "I can't hear from the back."😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 *LESSON*: Hold judgment until you've had all the facts. However, many times we Jump Into Conclusion quickly and beautiful relationships are ruined. Don't Be Quick To Judge Anyone😥🙏 🗣Hope I Am Communicating?
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