More Nigerians Will Become Poor By 2027 - World Bank. The World Bank has projected that poverty in Nigeria will increase by 3.6 percentage points over the next five years, rising through 2027. This is according to the Bank’s Africa’s Pulse report, released during the ongoing Spring Meetings of the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and the World Bank in Washington, DC. The report paints a troubling outlook for poverty reduction in Nigeria, highlighting that despite some recent gains in economic activity—particularly in the non-oil sector during the last quarter of 2024—structural issues related to resource dependence and national fragility are likely to hinder progress. According to the World Bank, Nigeria, alongside other resource-rich and fragile countries in Sub-Saharan Africa, will experience a worsening poverty situation—unlike non-resource-rich countries, which are expected to see faster poverty reduction. “Poverty in resource-rich, fragile countries—including large economies like Nigeria and the Democratic Republic of Congo—is projected to increase by 3.6 percentage points between 2022 and 2027,” the report stated. The report underscores that Sub-Saharan Africa continues to have the highest extreme poverty rate globally, with a disproportionate concentration of the poor: In 2024, 80% of the world’s 695 million extreme poor lived in Sub-Saharan Africa. Within the region, half of the 560 million extreme poor were located in just four countries. In comparison, South Asia accounted for 8%, East Asia and the Pacific 2%, the Middle East and North Africa 5%, and Latin America and the Caribbean 3%. Resource-rich countries are expected to lag in poverty reduction due to slowing oil prices and weak fiscal structures. Conversely, non-resource-rich countries are benefiting from high agricultural commodity prices, which are fueling stronger growth despite fiscal pressures. The report adds: “This follows a well-established pattern whereby resource wealth combined with fragility or conflict is associated with the highest poverty rates—averaging 46% in 2024, which is 13 percentage points higher than in non-fragile, resource-rich countries.” In light of these projections, the World Bank recommends that Nigeria and similar economies focus on improving fiscal management and building a stronger fiscal contract with citizens to promote inclusive economic development and long-term poverty alleviation.

*HE OWN EVERYTHING BY OWNING NOTHING!* Some reports indicate that Pope Francis died, leaving only 100 dollars. Yes, a hundred dollars. Less than 90 euros. No house. No bank account. There is no investment in his name. And yet, he was the head of the Catholic Church. A post that could have earned him about €340,000 a year. But he refused that money. Every year. Since 2013. *Why?* Because he was a Jesuit, and the Jesuits take a vow of poverty. Rather than living in the luxurious Vatican apartments like his predecessors, he chose to move into the Casa Santa Marta, a simple, modest residence. No gilding. No personal servants. Just a bed, a desk, and his faith. He wore his old worn-out black shoes, refusing traditional red moccasins. He was moving in a small Ford Focus, while other religious leaders were driving in limousines. He ate with the Vatican employees, not in a private dining room. He simply dressed, without special adornment, just his white outfit and an iron cross. *An invisible wealth...!* While some cling to their property, their property, their image... Pope Francis has chosen to own nothing to offer everything. *No millions.* *No complex wills.* *It's just 100 dollars... and a powerful message:* "It's not what you own that matters. That's what you are. What you do for others." The world is shocked... but inspired. At a time when wealth often becomes an ultimate goal, Pope Francis leaves an eternal trace without ever having sought to enrich himself. He did not bequeath any material fortune. He left a moral fortune. A lesson in humility. A vision of service. *He wasn't a luxury pope.* He was a pope of heart. A man who has proved that to live simply is to reign differently. *"What about you? What will you leave behind?* *Money?* *Things? Or a real inspiration?*

Baba-Ahmed urges President Tinubu to step aside in the 2027 election, calling for new leadership with fresh ideas to address Nigeria's challenges. The former adviser criticises Tinubu’s governance, citing ineffective leadership, a lack of progress, and discontent across Nigeria's regions. Baba-Ahmed warns that focusing on re-election could harm Tinubu’s legacy and calls for more attention to national issues instead of electoral ambitions. Photo credit - Nurphoto/Getty images

*7 Destinies Destr0yers to Avoid* As a young man, it's essential to be aware of the pitfalls that can hinder your success. Here are seven key areas to focus on: 1. *Gambling*: Avoid gambling at all costs. The addiction can wreck lives and destroy destinies. Stay away from anything that might lead to gambling. 2. *Womanizing*: Fornication is costly and can lead to financial ruin. Focus on building meaningful relationships rather than chasing fleeting pleasures. 3. *Alcoholism*: Drink responsibly and maintain self-control. Excessive drinking can lead to financial waste and neglect of responsibilities. 4. *Drugs and Smoking*: Never succumb to drug addiction or smoking. These habits can lead to mental instability, health issues, and financial ruin. 5. *Laziness*: Hard work and diligence are essential for success. Avoid procrastination and stay active. 6. *Indiscipline*: Live with discipline and purpose. Establish routines and stick to them, prioritizing attitudes and character that promote positive change. 7. *Time Mismanagement*: Value your time and invest it wisely. Prioritize activities that add value to your life and watch your life change for the better. By avoiding these destinies destroyers, you'll be well on your way to achieving your goals and living a purposeful life. Thanks for reading.

SHE HAD S£X WITH HER DOG EVERYDAY UNTIL IT... 4 whispering things to him she wouldn't dare say to anyone else. Max was more than just a pet; he was her companion, her protector, and in some strange way, he filled a part of her that no one else could. Rachel knew it wasn't normal. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't help it. Max had been with her through everything—through her loneliness, through the heartbreaks, and even through her struggle to open up to Daniel. Daniel came back from work tired and frustrated from a long day. As soon as he stepped into the house, Max started barking loudly, just like he always did. Read the final episode on— bcdblog. ng — It was non-stop, and Daniel had reached his limit. He clenched his fists, trying to stay calm, but the noise was too much. "Enough!" Daniel shouted. "I can't take this anymore!" Rachel rushed to calm Max down, but it was too late. Daniel turned to her, his face red with anger. "You need to leave, Rachel. I'm done with you and that dog of yours." Rachel's heart sank. "Daniel, please," she begged. "Max didn't mean anything by it. He's just protective." "Protective?" Daniel scoffed. "He's out of control. And you—I don't even know what's going on behind closed doors between you two. It's like you care more about that dog than anything else." "That's not true," Rachel cried. "I love you, Daniel. Please don't make me leave. I'll figure something out, I promise." But Daniel shook his head. "No, Rachel. I'm done. I can't live like this anymore with you and your stupid, overprotective dog. It's too much." Rachel's eyes filled with tears as she realized Daniel wasn't going to change his mind. She tried one last time to beg him, but he pointed to the door. "Go away. I don't want you here anymore." With her heart breaking, Rachel gathered her things, and with Max by her side, she walked out of Daniel's house. A few months later, Rachel met a new man named Robert. She loved him deeply and felt ready to change her life. Read the final episode on— bcdblog.ng — She was tired of the way things had been, especially the strange relationship she had with Max. Determined to make things work this time, she focused on her new relationship. After a few months of dating, Robert proposed to her, and Rachel, filled with excitement, immediately shared the news with her best friend Angela. She couldn't wait to tell her, but along with the good news, Rachel felt the need to confess something she had been hiding for a long time. During their conversation, Rachel told Angela about her past life with Max, explaining how she had become too close to the dog in a way that wasn't normal. Bcdblog Family Page. Angela was shocked and surprised by what she heard but listened carefully as Rachel begged her not to tell anyone. Rachel knew her relationship with Max had been wrong, and she wanted to move on, to start fresh with Robert. Angela, still processing the information, promised she wouldn't tell anyone. She encouraged Rachel to deal with the situation fully, but Rachel asked for time. She wanted to leave that part of her life behind and focus on building a new future with Robert, hoping things would be different this time around. As they were walking down the street, Angela casually said, "Let me see this man you've been talking so much about." Rachel smiled, excited to show her friend the man she was going to marry. She pulled out her phone and opened a picture of Robert, handing it to Angela. The moment Angela saw the picture, her heart skipped a beat. Bcdblog Family Page. She tried to hide her reaction, but inside she was shocked. Bcdblog Stories. Robert wasn't just any man—he was her crush, someone she had admired from afar for months. She had never mentioned him to Rachel because she hadn't expected their paths to cross like this, but now, seeing Robert as Rachel's fiancé, Angela felt a mix of jealousy and disappointment. She kept her face calm, though, and handed the phone back to Rachel, pretending everything was fine. "He looks nice," Angela said, forcing a smile, but deep down she was struggling with the news. From that day on, Angela started planting seeds of doubt in Rachel's mind. To be continued» READ THE FINAL EPISODE ON 👉 bcdblog.ng

If someone tells you to eat 6 times a day, run. They want you diabetic. Every meal spikes insulin. Every snack tells your pancreas: “Work harder!” Keep doing that and watch your body drown in insulin. Then comes insulin resistance. Then prediabetes. Then diabetes. Then you’re blaming village people. Your body was never designed to eat nonstop. Eating all the time doesn’t give you “energy.” It gives you fatigue, brain fog, and zero fat-burning. Digestion takes work. And when you’re always fed, your body never gets a break. Your brain can’t focus. Your liver gets overloaded. Your fat stores? Untouched. Want the ultimate health hack? —Eat once or twice a day —Prioritize protein —Drink water in the morning —Shift your meals later —Cook your own food Stop making excuses like “There’s no healthy food in Nigeria.” There are over 50+ Nigerian meals that can heal and energize you. Stop eating like you’re being chased by famine. Start eating like you love your body.

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MATURITY IS A MINDSET, NOT AGE. HERE ARE 14 SIGNS YOU ARE MATURE : You are not scared to be alone. You realize money is not evil. Lack of money is. You know that you are your worst enemy and you are your best supporter too. You realize that life's much better when no one knows anything about you. You don't care what other people think about you anymore. You stop chasing meaningless relationships and focus on improving yourself. You focus more on the opportunity of learning than the risk of failure. You don't stress about things that are out of your control. You understand that 9-5 won't help you achieve financial freedom. You understand that you get paid based on the value you are providing. In the real world, grades aren't the only measure of value. Connections, background, and practical skills often surpass academic performance. While grades may open doors. You understand that life's much better when you focus on improving yourself rather than partying every weekend. You realize that in the end only your family and a few true friends will be there for you. You also realize that in the end, even your family and friends will leave you, only the God remains with you. #moneyupacademy #MoneyUpAcademy

“I love beautiful African melanin curved bugatti women but I avoid them because I am focused on leading Burkina Faso to Greatness and it requires no distraction. Nigeria’s Sani Abacha mistake will not repeat in Burkina Faso! I am a good student, I will never eat the Apple!” -Wow Ibrahim Traore reveals why he pays less attention to the number of African women who want him. #Afrocania #viral #everyone #followers #IbrahimTraore

When I got married, I was so emotional about everything. I consistently look at other people's marriage and I want that replicated in my own. Little did I know that all those things are just for the public to see, but what goes on within is more than terrible. Dear young couples, don’t compare your marriage to others. Seriously, it’s so easy to look at someone else’s relationship on social media or even in your circle and think, “Wow, they have it all together.” But the truth is, you’re only seeing the highlight reel. Every marriage has its behind-the-scenes moments, real, raw, and sometimes messy. Your journey is unique. Nurture your own connection. Focus on your growth, your love, your rhythm. Comparison will rob you of joy, but gratitude, that’s what strengthens the bond. - Mercy Johnson

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Her Stepmother Forced Her to Eat from the Dog’s Bowl, But One Day the Tables Turned Amina’s once peaceful life had already begun to unravel the moment her father, Ayuba, brought Miriam into their home. At first, she was hopeful. Miriam had seemed so kind, so charming, as though she would be the mother figure Amina had always longed for after the death of her beloved mother. But soon, Amina began to notice the cracks in the façade. Miriam’s smile was as cold as the winter winds that swept through their village, and the warmth Amina had hoped to find in her new stepmother quickly faded into something far darker. As the days passed, Amina realized that Miriam wasn’t just a new face in the household—she was a force, a suffocating presence that was slowly taking over every corner of her life. Miriam insisted that Amina wake up before the sun, demanding that she fetch water from the farthest well, scrub the floors until they shone, and wash the dishes, all while the rest of the family—Miriam included—slept soundly. Amina was expected to take on every chore imaginable, and no matter how hard she worked, it was never enough. Ayuba, her father, was oblivious to the cruelty that unfolded every day. He trusted Miriam, believing her harshness was simply the way of discipline. Miriam had convinced him that Amina was lazy and unruly, needing a firm hand to learn how to be a proper woman and help run the home. He never suspected that his daughter, the girl he had once doted on, was silently suffering under the weight of his new wife’s commands. Miriam’s words were sharp and cutting, each insult a wound that slowly but surely chipped away at Amina’s spirit. "You’ll never amount to anything if you keep being this lazy," she would sneer as Amina struggled with the tasks Miriam had piled on her. "I’m not here to raise someone who is weak and useless." Amina could only nod, stifling her tears, knowing better than to speak up. Any protest would only earn her further punishment, and she had already learned how quickly Miriam could turn the smallest infraction into something far more painful. But it wasn’t just the words that left scars. Miriam’s actions were far worse. One afternoon, after Amina had spent the day cleaning the house, Miriam decided it was time for a lesson. The family was gathered around the table for dinner, and Amina, as usual, was not invited to join them. She had grown used to sitting on the edge of the room, watching them eat, her stomach growling with hunger, yet always denied the luxury of sitting with her family. Miriam, in a fit of cruelty, ordered Amina to kneel on the dirt floor next to the dog’s bowl, the same bowl that their large, mangy dog ate from every day. "If you’re not going to act like part of this family," Miriam hissed, "then you will eat like the dog you are." Amina’s heart shattered as she looked up at her father, silently pleading with her eyes. But Ayuba, oblivious to the humiliation unfolding right before him, sat at the table with his head down, focused on his meal, unaware of the terrible injustice his daughter was enduring. She had never felt so small, so invisible. With trembling hands, Amina lowered her head, trying to hide the hot tears that streamed down her face as she took a bite from the filthy bowl, the food tasting like ash in her mouth. Her stomach churned, and her heart ached, but she swallowed the shame. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but something deep inside her kept her silent. She was alone in this. No one would help her, and if she spoke out, it would only make things worse. So, she remained silent, the tears slipping down her cheeks as she ate from the dog’s bowl, the stench of the meal mixing with the deep despair in her heart. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of freedom, of a life where she didn’t have to crawl on her knees to gain the smallest measure of respect. But for now, all she could do was endure. The following days became a blur of endless chores, insults, and the growing realization that her father’s love for her was slowly being replaced with blind devotion to Miriam. Amina felt like a ghost in her own home—present, but invisible, her pain unnoticed. She had become nothing more than a servant, a shadow in the house that had once been filled with laughter and love. And yet, in the quiet moments when Miriam was away or when Amina worked alone in the garden, she would dream. Amina dreamed of a life where she was valued, where her efforts were acknowledged, where she wasn’t forced to kneel at the feet of a cruel stepmother and eat from the dog’s bowl. In those fleeting moments, she found solace, a small hope that one day, she would rise above this life of suffering. But for now, she could only endure. For now, she was trapped in the silent betrayal of a home that was supposed to protect her, but instead had become a prison. 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 Like, comment and share to get all the episodes