Happy Easter to all my friends 💯💯🎉🎉💐

Juliet Okonkwo (E-money's wife) remembers that “When we started dating, my friends were surprised that I sidestepped all the rich guys in Lekki, where I was resident for a man who lived in Ajegunle, but I was not bothered. I looked forward to getting a good job upon my graduation from the University. He didn't even have enough money to take us back to Lagos after our traditional marriage. KCee was the one who lent me N20,000. I used it to pay our fare in Lagos.”..........Me:For those waiting for a Man to make it in life before you marry him listen!Men don't fall in Love after making money.

The Air you breath is energy a living force the Air binds your physical body and your soul together when you stop breathing you are out of consciousness man became a living soul when God breathes into his nose your organs cells and body are depending on the air you breath in for them to survive that is why you have to breathe in fully so that they can absob it for them to live if they are running short air they would be sick and wout be able to function well your immune system will be weak to fight infection and other sickness to round it up don't starve your organs of fresh air if you know you want to live a long life fill your body with fresh air and sick less please share these information to your friends and family for more information on these topic send me a message

*ATTENTION PLEASE!* There is a new scamming technique in town called 'JUMPED'. A scammer will send you a real deposit of money into your phone using his number. This is not a fake deposit. They will really send you money, a relatively small amount like N20K or N30K and you won't even doubt it. After sending this money they will then launch a withdrawal attack on your alert SIM number. When you receive the message on your phone that you have received some money, the natural thing is to be excited and then to want to check your balance. To check the balance you'll need to enter your PIN. The moment you put in your PIN, you will validate their withdrawal request on your account. Your account will automatically allow this withdrawal request and your account will be debited. The trick is to lure you with a relatively small amount initially and to steal something much larger from you. To protect yourself from this scam, whenever you receive such an unexpected deposit to your account, resist the temptation to immediately check your balance, then deliberately enter a wrong PIN. This will cancel any withdrawal requests then thereafter check your balance with your real PIN. With this new electronic money transfers and Artificial Intelligence coming in let's do this all the time to avoid being fooled by these scammers who are always coming up with new methods to try and steal from us. Always share such information with family, friends and colleagues to keep them updated, and always be at alert. PLS. BE INFORMED. Shared as COPIED! and STAY VIGILANT ‼️‼️

😂😂my wife and I😂😂🥺 Last night I had a serious fig. ht🤼‍♂️ with my wife just because i was drunk🍾 and she made me promised her never to get my self drunk again which i did.😣 Today I went to my friends birthday🎂 party my colleague at my working place, we all ate, drink and had fun🤸‍♂️🤸‍♀️. And now am so drunk, i manage to know my way back home.😣 When I entered my house i was sitting on my sofa in my sitting room when my wife was coming down from the step,🚶‍♀️ and I don't want her to know that I'm drunk so that we won't have another fig ht,🤼‍♂️ I started operating my laptop, when she came closer to me she said 🗣️"honey who are you trying to fool?🙄 I can see that you are really drunk!"🤸‍♂️🍾 I quickly replied🗣️ "look here woman I don't want your trou. ble this time around, because I won't tolerate any nonsense from you. 👨Well as you can see, i'm only trying to do some office work on my system." 🗣️She said to me "I see, but why are you typing on your "Briefcase"💼😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

FACT ABOUT SHY PEOPLE 1. They can talk and chat openly even crack jokes with you on social media but in real life they are ice😩 2. They fit pass you for road simply because of their shyness🙍🏻‍♀️. They can stay indoors for weeks without minding🤦‍♀️ 3. Very calculative, clingy, little touch of hot temper, romantic with one they love. They hardly fall in love but once they fall, it's over because they don't joke with that person😘 4. They hardly cheat💯. Before you see them, dem don see you(so sensitive). They can read people's mind before you could say it, they rarely have friends and associate in any activities, always not comfortable staying in a place full of people and always like staying alone👌🏽. 5. They hardly talk in the midst of people but talkative when they are with their lovely one. People usually sees them as too proud people but they are not. 6. They can endure alot but don't push them or take them for granted because once they decide🤔, you have lost them kpatakpata✌🏽. 7. They are too emotional😥. They don't easily forget bad things someone did to them🌝. 8. They hardly share their problems to anybody or ask people for assistance no matter what they are passing through😒 9. You won't easily observe the kind of person untill you get closer to them🤗 They are unpredictable and stubborn😎 If you're in this table, gather here let's know ourselves😂😂😂

We attacked villages and killed people; when we left bush we were shown Islam doctrine—Ex-Boko Haram A repentant Boko Haram terrorist has shared his regrets after leaving the group. He said he joined the group in 2020 and took part in attacks on many communities. He said they caused a lot of destruction and killed people but he deeply regrets those actions. Speaking in a video shared by Daily Trust TV, the ex-Boko Haram man said the northern communities they attacked and destroyed had the resources to help the region grow, and if they had known better, they would not have destroyed the communities. He said after coming out of the bush he was taught the true teachings of Islam, which made him realize that what they were doing was wrong. The man called on his former friends still in Boko Haram to stop fighting, saying that their actions are not in line with what God wants. He urged them to surrender and choose peace, just like he did, so they too can have a chance to live a better and more meaningful life. In his words: "I joined the Boko Haram campaign in 2020, we attacked many communities and shed innocent blood. We regret everything we destroyed especially in the lake chad, if we knew we would not have done it because the communities have everything to take care of this region. But when we left the bush, we were revealed to the true doctrine of Islam. I want to tell my former friends that what they are doing is not the work of Allah, they should come out and embrace peace"

A MILLIONAIRESS HIRED A YOUNG MAN TO TEND HER GARDEN, BUT SHE NEVER IMAGINED WHO HE TRULY WAS Autumn winds carried fallen leaves across the pathways, swirling them into playful patterns. Victoria stood near the window, gazing thoughtfully at her neglected garden. Over the years, it had become an unruly maze of tangled shrubs and towering grass—somewhere between a forgotten woodland and an abandoned lot. “We really need to do something,” she murmured, speaking more to herself than anyone else. She powered up her laptop and opened her inbox. A message from Elena Sergeyevna—a former acquaintance from the business world—caught her eye. Elena spoke glowingly of a young gardener: “Kirill is a true expert. In just a few months, he completely revived my garden, returning it to its former splendor.” Victoria considered it. The estate had been hers for three years, ever since she resolved to start fresh. Yet the garden remained a project she continued to postpone. Her thoughts drifted toward an old photo frame still resting on the shelf. The image showed her and Alexey—young, joyful, newly back from their honeymoon. She hesitated, then flipped the frame facedown. “No more dwelling on the past,” she told herself firmly. Fifteen years had passed since Alexey vanished—without explanation, without a trace. Victoria still recalled every detail of that morning. He had risen early, as usual, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “I’ll be late tonight. Don’t wait for dinner.” Those were the last words he ever spoke to her. He never returned. She had been desperate at first, frantically calling friends and acquaintances, yet no one had any answers. It was as if Alexey had disappeared into thin air—no clues, no sign of where he had gone. At times, it felt like he had never truly existed at all. Later, a lawyer delivered divorce papers. Alexey hadn’t even met her in person. It took Victoria years to realize how little she had actually known about him. He had entered her life suddenly, won her heart with charm, and showered her with affection. But whenever conversation turned to his past, he skillfully evaded the topic with lighthearted jokes. She, blinded by love, had missed all the warning signs. A phone call interrupted her thoughts. It was Elena Sergeyevna, checking in about the gardener. “Yes, have him come tomorrow at ten,” Victoria replied after a brief pause. The next morning, she waited in her home office. At precisely ten o’clock, the doorbell rang. A young man stood at the entrance—tall, well-built, with a confident stance and an observant gaze. “Hello, I’m Kirill. Elena Sergeyevna mentioned you were looking for a gardener?” he said with a polite nod. Victoria led him through the grounds, detailing the work that needed to be done. Kirill moved with deliberate precision, carefully surveying each corner, making notes in a small notebook, and asking thoughtful, technical questions. “There’s a lot to tackle, but nothing too difficult. In two or three months, we can get everything into pristine condition,” he concluded after their walk. His certainty was reassuring, and Victoria felt confident in her choice. They settled on the arrangements, and Kirill began work the following morning. From her office window, she often found herself watching him. There was something captivating about the way he worked—every motion deliberate, without waste or urgency. It was as if he had an innate connection to nature, understanding exactly how to nurture it. Gradually, the garden started to regain its former charm. The tangled weeds disappeared, paths took shape, and unruly hedges gave way to well-tended flowerbeds. Kirill worked tirelessly from dawn until dusk, pausing only briefly for lunch. Over time, Victoria grew accustomed to his constant presence. They occasionally chatted—discussing plants, the weather, literature. Kirill wasn’t just skilled; he had a natural gift for conversation. Still, something about him sparked a quiet unease in Victoria… ⬇️

Everything stopped. Chidi’s face grew dark, and Amaka’s heart froze. She pulled free, grabbed Ngozi, and held her tight, backing away. “It’s okay, baby,” she said, her voice wobbly. Chidi glared, his fists ready. For a moment, he looked ready to charge. But then he turned, cursing loud, and stormed out into the rain, slamming the door. Amaka dropped to the floor, hugging Ngozi as the girl cried into her shoulder. Her cheek hurt, her arm ached, but something new woke inside her—a tiny spark. Ngozi’s courage had lit it, a small glow in the dark. She rocked her daughter, saying, “We’re okay, we’re okay,” but her mind raced. How long could they stay like this? How long before Chidi hurt Ngozi too? Outside, the rain hid Chidi’s angry words as he vanished into the night. Inside, Amaka’s tears mixed with Ngozi’s, but deep down, a plan started growing. She didn’t know how or when, but she knew they couldn’t stay. Not anymore. As the lamp flickered and the clock ticked, Amaka held Ngozi close, her heart growing strong. This wasn’t the end—it was the start of something new, something risky, something big. Morning sun peeked through torn curtains, painting golden lines on the wooden floor. Amaka sat at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a chipped mug of cold tea. The bruise on her cheek had turned darker, a loud reminder of Chidi’s anger. Ngozi slept upstairs, her soft snores floating down like a gentle song. Amaka hadn’t closed her eyes. Her head buzzed with thoughts of running away, mixed with fear and hope. Ngozi’s brave stand had lit a small fire in her heart, but it wasn’t strong enough to show her the way yet. The house was too quiet without Chidi. He hadn’t come back after stomping off into the rain, and that scared her more than if he’d returned. Where was he? Drinking at Mama Nkechi’s bar? Sleeping in a ditch? Or plotting something worse? She shivered, pulling her wrapper close. She knew him: his quiet wasn’t peace—it was danger waiting to jump out. Her eyes kept flicking to the door, expecting his fist to crash through. Ngozi’s footsteps broke the silence. She shuffled in, her doll under her arm, her face puffy from crying. “Mama, is Daddy gone?” she asked, climbing onto a stool. Amaka nodded slow. “For now, yes.” Ngozi pressed her lips tight, too wise for her age. “He’ll come back,” she said, soft but sure. Amaka’s chest hurt. She touched Ngozi’s braids. “We won’t let him hurt us again,” she said, her voice stronger than she felt. But how? She had no money—Chidi kept every penny. Her salon days were far away, and her old friends had stopped coming around, tired of her excuses for the marks. Then she thought of her sister, Ifeoma, in Surulere—a busy, safe place with her husband and three boys. Ifeoma had begged her to leave Chidi years ago, after seeing a black eye at Christmas. “Come to us,” she’d said, fierce. “He’ll kill you one day.” Amaka had waved it off, too ashamed. Now, those words felt like a rope to climb out. She stood, legs wobbly but sure, and pulled an old suitcase from under the bed. It was beaten up, patched with tape, but it would work. She packed Ngozi’s clothes first—small shirts and skirts folded neat. Then her own: a few wrappers, a blouse, slippers. She stopped at an old photo in a drawer—her and Chidi on their wedding day, smiling under a mango tree. Her throat tightened, but she tossed it back. That Chidi was gone, turned into a monster she didn’t know. A motorbike roared outside, and she froze. She peeked out, heart pounding. It was just Mr. Tunde, the neighbor, heading to market. She breathed shaky, but the fright pushed her faster. She grabbed some garri and a tin of milk—enough for a day or two. Ngozi watched, eyes wide. “Are we running, Mama?” she whispered. Amaka knelt, holding her face. “We’re going somewhere safe, my love. Where Daddy can’t find us.” Continue the story on the comment section

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