Auckland City Squad are made up of the following:

- Teacher.
- Sheet metal worker.
- Customer service at Samsung.
- Factory employee.
- Hardware store owner.
- Hairdresser.
- Sales manager at Coca-Cola.
- Painter

None of them earn a salary, just a travel allowance of $90.

*Office of the Commissioner*
*Ministry of Primary and Secondary Education, Imo State*


*NEW OUTBREAK OF DIPHTHERIA IN A FEW TOWNS IN ORLU LGA*

To:.All Principals and Primary Schools HMs (Public and Private)

1. Please notenand be aware that there are reported cases of the deaths of a few school-aged children who obviously are pupils and students (schools yet unknown because they took ill and died subsequently, this, allegedly, is as result of reported cases of outbreak of Diphtheria in some parts of Orlu LGA.

2. The report, as it is trickling in so far, says that thie very new outbreak of Diphtheria is for now concentrated around *Amihie Ward, Obibi Ochasi, Okwuabala and Ogberuru toens -all in Orlu LGA of Imo State*

3. There are 3 confirmed fatalities so far; in respect of the privacy of the parents of the decease; unfortunately, therefore, we can not list their names because of the ages of the deceased -2 boys and a girl. It will be unethical and unprofessional for their names to be published here.

3. There are also about 3 other cases that have been reported involving some families around *Okwuabala and Ihiteowere axis* in Orlu LGA

4. I wish to inform all Imolites through this medium, specifically, essentially abd especially, to Principals of all Public and Private secondary Schools, and the HMs of all Public and Private Primary Schools within *Obibi Ochasi, Ogberuru, Okwuabala, Ihioma Clan, Ihittenansa, Asaa Uberielem, Umuhu Okabia and all other schools that are within, and around the adjournment commuties*, to know that all Primary and Secondary are temporarily close down till further notice.

*Now, to all parents, guardians, and stakeholders in the education sector of Orlu LGA and Imo State*

1. May I most humbly and respectfully inform you that, for me, as the Hon. Commissioner, it is better that I err on the side of caution by taking this decision, of course with the approval of His Excellency, *Most Distinguished Senator (Dr.) Hope Uzodinma, CON, GSSRS, Executive Governor of Imo State*, in taking this precautionary measure, which is for the safety of *all primary schools' pupils and all secondary schools' students*, and indeed, for the benefit of all our citizens. This is why this public announcement is absolutely important and necessary because it is supposed to be informative and an essential provision of knowledge, which in itself is power.

2. Accordingly and immediately, all schools in affected towns are hereby closed, albeit temporarily. This is the after effect or the result of the outbreak of Diphtheria that has been reported in the areas where all schools have just been closed temporarily.

3. I have, again, as the Hon. Commissioner in-chairge of the entire Primary and Secondary Schools in Imo State, discussed with the *Executive Chairman* of Orlu LGA, Pastor Chris Mbarie, of my decision to temporarily close all schools within and around the towns mentioned above. The Executive Chairman himself equally shared in my convictions that all the schools mentioned above should be temporarily closed until further notice.

Thank you so very much for your support.

Prof. B. T. O. Ikegwuoha
Hon. Commissioner,
Ministry of Primary and Secondary Education
Dated: June 14, 2025

THE NEW CEO

He never looked up. He just polished and returned them."
Her father never knew his name.
But she never forgot his hands.
Until the day the company he once stood outside…
Became the one he walked into — as the boss.

1996. Lagos Island.

Baba Dauda was a cobbler stationed outside the Afolabi & Sons Corporation — a big construction firm where luxury cars pulled up daily, and security guards barely let him near the building.

But every week, a wealthy man — Chief Afolabi — sent his driver with three pairs of Italian leather shoes.

Dauda would shine, stitch, clean, and polish them until they looked brand new.
He was never invited in.
Never tipped.
Never acknowledged.

But someone noticed.

Little Adesewa, Chief’s 9-year-old daughter, used to sit in the back of the car watching him work.
She once asked, “Why does he never come inside?”

Her father replied:
"Because people like that don’t belong in boardrooms."

But Dauda looked up and said:
“Small madam… maybe one day, I’ll fix more than shoes.”

Adesewa smiled.
He winked.

Then life happened.

The Afolabis moved abroad.
Dauda lost his spot outside the building when the area was demolished.
Nobody knew where he went.
Nobody looked for him.

2024. Victoria Island.

The same company — now renamed Afolabi Global — had fallen into crisis.
Stocks plummeted. Leadership changed.
They were awaiting their new CEO — a private appointee brought in by international investors to restructure the entire business.

Boardroom filled. Cameras ready. Staff nervous.

Then the doors opened…

And Mr. Dauda Adekunle walked in — polished suit, grey hair, briefcase in hand.

Silence.

Gasps.

He nodded slowly and said:

“28 years ago, I fixed shoes outside this building.
Today, I’m here to rebuild what was broken inside it.”

The crowd froze.

And from the corner, Adesewa — now head of PR — stood in tears.

She walked over, hugged him, and whispered:

“You didn’t just fix shoes, Baba. You fixed my view of the world.”

He didn’t beg.
He didn’t fight.
He just worked.

And while others built offices…
He built himself.

Now the same hands that once held polish and thread…
Hold contracts, power, and legacy.

Because sometimes, the person outside the gate…
Was just waiting to own the entire building.

This is for my sisters

As tough as it is you need to put yourself first in everything,you need to know your value,how much you worth,you need to protect your feelings,your emotions and you need to protect yourself from crying over and over again about the same thing in your relationships.❤

Try to build yourself first before you build a man,sei ndirikudaro because you will build a man for another womanyou will build a man for someone to come and eat zvawakadyara
Dzimwe nguva varume vane mari tend to treat vakadzi sema objects,dont be objectified varume vakaziva kuti iwewe semukadzi hauna chauinacho worse your family kwawakabva they rely on your marriage or relationship vanokuita chikorobhoakaziva kuti your family is as low as your life anokuita saga.
You will never have a say in your relationship kana your boyfriend asinga kuremekedza as an equal
Some women are fortunate kuti vakawana varume vanonzwisisa kuti marriage is partnership/ friendship...ko ukasava fortunate?

As a woman you have to build yourself first so that zvikazodhakwa mu relationship you will leave and find peace
Don't be a woman who is afraid of losing a man because you fear being alone dont be afraid to move on because you feel no one will take care of youdont be afraid to call it quit when love isn't there anymore.Usatye kubuda mu marriage nekutya kuti vanhu vanozoti chii ndopakuzouraiwa nemurumene GBV.
It's only you who suffers that's why you have to build yourself before a man comes to build you,build yourself first❤before you build a man
Vamwe vakadzi are in abusive relationships because of money,material things hanzi because ndine mwana...that's rubbish when it comes to your life...taneta nema suicidal thoughts

Don't accept to be treated like nothing because you have nothing ❤It's not too late kudzokera ku chikoro,it's not too late kuita course ye dressmaking or hair dressing or any other course so you empower yourself. Don't let pride get in your way kuti vanhu vanoziva ndichi Slayer saka ndikaramba murume who will maintain my life style....if the relationship is toxic leave uchiri mupenyu 🙏🏽

*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 14/06/2025*

June 12: MKO Abiola’s family demands N45bn contract debt details

Knocks as N’Assembly inserts N10.96tn into budgets in four years

Rivers: Wike, Fubara in fresh reconciliatory meeting

Again, herders kill 25 in Benue communities

Only 2025-elected LG officials can run Osun councils – Electoral chair

Viral Video: FCT Police arrest officers, launch investigation into alleged harassment

Naira strengthens to ₦1,590/$ in parallel market, narrows gap with official rate

NPFL announces August 22 new season kick-off date

Bassey wins Fulham’s Player of the Year award

Man who survived 1998 plane crash reacts after Air India survivor sat in same seat

At least 78 killed by Israeli air strikes on Tehran

Iran fires back at Israel after onslaught targets nuclear facilities

Ukraine receives 1,200 dead soldiers’ bodies from Russia

1,150 Nigerians studied in France, says French envoy


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*DID YOU KNOW?*

* The first political party to be founded in Nigeria was the Nigerian National Democratic Party (NNDP). It was established on 24 June 1923 by Herbert Macaulay, who is often referred to as the father of Nigerian nationalism.

* A rainbow on Venus is called a glory and they appear as a series of coloured concentric rings.
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Tinubu, Oborevwori, Mbah, others celebrate ‘Uncle Sam’ at 90

Senate urges FG to regulate cryptocurrency

Bill for South-East sixth state passes second reading in Senate

Rivers State NASS caucus condemns Senator Dickson’s remarks on emergency rule

Radio Biafra: Court admits transmitter allegedly smuggled into Nigeria by Kanu

Kanu incited IPOB’s sit-at-home order, DSS tells court

Appeal Court acquits Ex-NIMASA DG Akpobolokemi of N754.8m fraud

Court jails four Filipinos, eight Nigerians for internet fraud, cyber-terrorism

Court jails Canada returnee three months for assaulting KAI official

N976m subsidy fraud: EFCC declares oil firm boss wanted

Chinese national arrested over terrorism

Bauchi police nab notorious online scammer behind 40 fraud cases

Military deactivates 21 illegal refineries, nabs 23 oil thieves

FG engages Chinese firms to revive Ajaokuta Steel

Keyamo orders probe of Air Peace/Oshiomhole face-off

Umahi: Enugu-Onitsha dual carriageway to last 50 years as work begins on second lane

Umahi defends Tinubu, says North has 52% of legacy projects

Nigeria now reaching stability, after fuel subsidy removal — Minister

Pipeline Surveillance: FG to go tough on saboteurs, prosecutes over 100 vandals

FG inspects South-South annex of national cybercrime centre in Bayelsa

Human trafficking: NAPTIP, DIA rescue 20 foreign victims, arrest three suspects

Row over disruption of NDDC projects launch in Cross River

I have no regret naming international conference centre after Tinubu – Wike

Soyinka, Osoba, Fashola, Olu of Warri, others grace Uncle Sam’s 90th birthday

Jonathan denies social media post on 2027 presidential bid

Declare Ken Saro-Wiwa innocent, Amnesty International tells President

NMA FCT threatens strike over sacking of three doctors

PMAN CRISIS: Police probe exonerates Pretty Okafor of financial misconduct

Health workers who contracted COVID-19 were abandoned – Forum chair

Nigeria needs decentralised government — Agbakoba

Only Tinubu can revive Nigeria – Tompolo

Ikoyi Club hosts Phil-Ebosie Swimming Competition

SUNU Assurances pays N3.28bn claims, records N3.59bn profit

Bolt Drivers protest murder of member in Bayelsa

Lagos Airport Drama: Oshiomhole unruly, attitude unacceptable — Airline operators

I’ll sue if Tinubu lists me for national award – Sowore

Obidient Movement slam Tinubu over ‘opposition’ in disarray’ comment

Abure’s LP faction faults court ruling on Lagos council polls

Katsina gov hails Abdulsalami’s statesmanship at 83

Soludo: Tinubu rescued economy from collapse, restored financial solvency

Mutfwang pardons two convicts, calls for efforts to strengthen democracy

Ondo gov unveils N1.2bn conditional cash transfer scheme

Anambra unlocks ₦12bn UBEC grant with Soludo’s ₦6.154bn release

Cross River clarifies NDDC project inauguration, says no disruption occurred

Lagos harmonises school calendar

Imo Govt plans to relocate Owerri street traders

Sokoto, UNICEF launch polio OBR round 2, deploy over 2,700 teams for campaign

Windstorm destroys NYSC camp facilities in Gombe

14 arrested in Jigawa over fake currencies

Police arrest two as Anambra security operatives kill 17-year-old

Bandits kill one, kidnap nine in two Niger communities

Police arrest 19-year-old for kidnapping, murder in Anambra

Outrage as P’Harcourt realtor strips female birthday celebrants naked at nightclub

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*TODAY IN HISTORY*

* On this day in 1982, the Falklands War ended. After 74 days of fighting, British troops captured the capital, Stanley, prompting the Argentine forces to surrender and return the islands to British control.

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No one is any more or any less important than you are. – Marianne Williamson

Good morning


*Compiled by Hon. Osuji George [email protected], +234-8122200446*

NPFL 2025/2026 Season Kickoff Date Confirmed!⚽️

The Nigeria Premier Football League (NPFL) will officially return on Friday, August 22, 2025, and run through May 2026

This was confirmed by NPFL Chairman and NFF Second Vice President, Hon. Gbenga Elegbeleye, during an announcement on Friday.

Mark your calendars #NPFL #NPFL2025 #NPFLKickoff

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 6
Grace sat by the window of her empty mansion, staring at the rain as it painted crooked lines down the glass. Three months had passed since the divorce. Three months of silence from her children. Three months of Michael’s unanswered calls piling up in her voicemail.
The house was too big. Too quiet.
She barely ate. Barely slept.
The only person who still visited was Pastor Gideon.
A knock at the door startled her.
Pastor Gideon stood there, his smile wide, his eyes gleaming as they swept over her disheveled appearance—the unwashed hair, the wrinkled clothes, the dark circles under her eyes.
"Sister Grace," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look... tired."
Grace wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven’t been sleeping well."
The pastor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "The devil is attacking your peace. But don’t worry—God has shown me how to help you."
He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip just a little too tight.
They sat in the living room; Grace curled into herself on the couch while the pastor paced like a preacher at the pulpit.
"The church is building a new prayer retreat," he said, his voice swelling with false passion. "A holy place where broken souls like yours can find healing."
Grace blinked up at him. "That sounds... nice."
Pastor Gideon smiled. "It will be. But we need your help, Sister Grace. God has placed it on my heart to ask you for a seed offering."
He pulled out a brochure with glossy pictures of the planned retreat—a grand building with marble floors and golden accents.
Grace frowned. "How much?"
The pastor’s grin widened. "Thirty million naira."
Grace’s breath caught. That was more than half of what Michael had given her.
But the pastor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This is your chance to buy back God’s favor, Grace. After everything—the divorce, your children abandoning you—don’t you want to be right with the Lord again?"
Grace’s hands trembled.
She thought of Sarah’s laughter. Michael’s arms around her. The family she threw away.
Maybe... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe giving this money would fix things.
She nodded slowly.
Pastor Gideon’s eyes glinted.
Two weeks later, he returned.
This time, he arrived with a prayer group—three women from the church who circled Grace, laying hands on her, speaking in tongues.
"You have a spiritual blockage," the pastor declared. "A curse from your past life is stopping your blessings!"
Grace flinched as the women’s fingers pressed into her skin.
"How... how do I break it?" she whispered.
Pastor Gideon sighed, as if burdened by the weight of her sin. "It will require a mighty sacrifice. Twenty million naira. To cleanse your spirit."
Grace’s stomach twisted. That was nearly all she had left.
But the women nodded solemnly, their eyes wide with manufactured concern.
"God is waiting for your obedience, Sister Grace," one murmured.
Tears spilled down Grace’s cheeks.
She wrote the check.
A month passed.
Grace’s account was almost empty.
She hadn’t paid her electricity bill. The fridge was bare. The mansion felt like a tomb.
When Pastor Gideon came again, she was sitting in the dark.
"Sister Grace," he said, his voice oozing false sympathy. "You look worse."
Grace didn’t answer.
The pastor sat beside her, sighing heavily. "I’ve been praying for you. God has revealed the final step to your freedom."
Grace turned hollow eyes toward him.
"You must sell this house," he said. "And give the money to the church. It’s the last stronghold of your past life. As long as you live here, the devil will torment you."
Grace’s lips parted in shock.
This house was all she had left.
But the pastor pressed on, his voice smooth as poison. "Your children left you, Grace. Michael abandoned you. But the church has stayed. I have stayed. Who else do you have?"
Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps.
No one.
She had no one.
The papers were signed.
The house sold.
Grace handed every penny to Pastor Gideon, her hands shaking.
He smiled, patting her cheek like a child. "You’ve done well, Sister Grace. God is pleased."
Then he left.
And he never came back.
Grace sat on the floor of a tiny, rented apartment, her back against the wall, staring at her phone.
One missed call from Michael.
One voicemail from Sarah.
She couldn’t bring herself to listen.
Outside, the rain fell harder.
And for the first time, Grace realized the truth:
She had been the prey all along.
her bones clean. Now comes the hunger.......

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...

"SHE GAVE YOU HER BODY, BUT TOOK YOUR DESTINY" – When sex is a transaction, the man always loses more.

There are two types of men in this world: those who build their future and those who trade it away for temporary pleasure. Many men don’t even realize when they’ve been robbed, not of their money, but of their potential.

She didn’t hold a gun to your head. She didn’t break into your house at night. But she walked away with your focus, your ambition, your discipline, and your financial future.

And the worst part? You willingly handed it over.

This is the silent robbery happening every day. Men think they are enjoying, but they are being emptied.

BRUTAL THREAD: How Se-x Can Steal Your Future

1. THE COST OF FREE SE-X IS YOUR AMBITION
You met a fine girl. She gave you her body for free. No stress, no commitment, just pure enjoyment. You thought you hit the jackpot? No, you entered the trap.

Each time you’re with her, you’re spending hours, days, and nights chasing pleasure instead of chasing progress.

You wake up late, you miss opportunities, your mind is distracted.

You thought you were enjoying her body, but she was taking your focus, your time, and your hunger for success.

2. EVERY TIME YOU SLEEP WITH HER, YOU LOSE ENERGY—SHE GAINS IT
There’s a reason great warriors, boxers, and kings of old practiced sexual discipline. They knew that their energy, clarity, and strength came from controlling their desires.

When you release carelessly, you are losing more than just fluid. You are losing drive, willpower, and aggression—all the things you need to dominate in life.

Now, check her: she is glowing, she is energized, she is more powerful.

You are weaker.

Why do you think they say "behind every successful man is a woman"? Because she collects his energy and multiplies it. But what happens when she takes your energy and leaves?

She goes to multiply it elsewhere.

3. SHE TOOK YOUR MONEY, BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS LØVE
At first, it was just small-small money—transport fare, lunch money, a little shopping. Then it became rent, hair, nails, and urgent 2K every week.

You thought you were investing in her? No, you were funding your own downfall.

She took your hard-earned money, but did she invest it back into you?

No.

She used it to look good for another man who had more focus than you.

4. SHE WASTED YOUR YEARS, NOW SHE'S GONE
How many men have given their prime years to a woman who had no plans of staying?

She took your time, your energy, your youth… then she moved on to the next best option.

Now, you’re in your 30s or 40s, starting over while she has already secured her next destination.

Reality check: A woman’s time is shorter, but a man’s wasted time is costlier.

5. YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS LOYAL, BUT YOU WERE JUST A PHASE
Some women are seasonal lovers—they attach themselves to a man for a period, take what they need, then move on.

You thought she was forever. She knew she was temporary.

You were just a “right now” guy. And when she found a "forever" guy, she walked away without looking back.

6. YOUR FUTURE IS MORE VALUABLE THAN HER BODY
Many men have traded their destiny for a few minutes of pleasure.

Ask Samson. He had superhuman strength. Delilah used love and sex to take it away.

Ask Solomon. The wisest king in history lost his throne because of vvomen.

Even great men fall when they don’t control their desires.

Now, look at yourself. What have you lost so far?

7. WAKE UP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE
If you keep trading your time, energy, money, and focus for sex, you will wake up one day and realize:

The men you started life with are now ahead of you.

Your bank account is empty.

Your dreams never happened.

And the women who wasted your years are now with better men.

BOTTOM LINE:
Sex is not free. It is always a transaction.

Either you gain something from it, or you lose everything to it.

Choose wisely.

If this post hits you, you know what to do.
#everyoneシ゚

On His Way to the Airport, a Millionaire Hands His Mansion Keys to a Soaked Beggar with a Baby… But What He Finds Upon His Return Leaves Him Speechless!… OMG......The rain had come without warning — thick, slanted sheets hammering the pavement, turning the streets into dark rivers. Nathan Hale’s black town car sliced through the storm like a blade. Inside, the world was quiet. Leather seats. Jazz humming from hidden speakers. And Nathan himself, adjusting his cufflinks like always — as if time didn’t dare touch him.

He wasn’t late for the airport. Nathan was never late. His flight to Zurich was scheduled for 4:10 p.m., and it was only 2:36. The driver knew better than to make conversation.

Then something flickered in the corner of Nathan’s eye — movement near the edge of a lamppost.

He almost didn’t look.

But he did.

A woman.

Soaked through. Hair matted to her cheeks. A plastic grocery bag clutched to her chest — no, not a bag. A bundle. A baby. Her bare feet stood in a widening puddle, as if she’d forgotten the world had rules. Her eyes met Nathan’s car window for only a second, but it was enough.

“Stop the car,” Nathan said.

The driver hesitated. “Sir?”

Nathan unbuckled his seatbelt. “I said stop.”

The brakes hissed. Water splashed.

Nathan stepped into the storm — three-thousand-dollar shoes drowning instantly. He didn’t care. Not in that moment.

“You need somewhere to go,” he said.

She didn’t answer. Just tightened her grip on the child and shook from the cold.

He pulled a silver key from his coat pocket.

“This is my house,” Nathan said quietly, almost to himself. “It’s empty. Take it. There’s food. Blankets. Heat.”

She stared at him as if he were insane.

Maybe he was.

Maybe, for once, he wanted to be.

He pressed the key into her hand, stepped back, and returned to the car without another word.

The door slammed. The car slid back into the storm. The woman was gone from his view. Like a ripple in the water — brief, but unforgettable.

—

Now, two weeks later, Nathan stood in front of his mansion again — duffel bag in hand, jet-lagged, and unsettled.

Something was… off.

The windows were lit. The garden looked trimmed. And there was music playing softly — an old lullaby, coming from the baby grand piano in the salon.

He wasn’t sure why, but a chill ran up his spine.

He turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.

Then froze.

What he saw inside the house — who he saw — made him forget how to breathe....
FULL STORY – headinsider.net/2025/06/06/beggar-baby

Days after death.
3 Days: nails start to fall off
4 days: hairs decay
5 days: brains melts vigorously
6 days: stomach melts out from mouth and private parts
60 Days: Flesh is separated from bones and becomes acidic
Even the animals would not wish to stand near the graves due to the unbearable smell of rotten bodies.
So Much Pride!
So Much Greed!
So Much anger!
So much Evil!
For What?

Where is your money?
Where is your power?
Where is your arrogance?
Where's your beauty?
Where's your handsomeness?
Where's your anointing?
Where's your mansions?
Where's your PHD?
Where's your political power?
Where's your power in military?
Where's your Chief judge?
Where's your talent?
Where's do you know who I am?
Where's I will use my money to punish you?
Where's your pride?
Where's without me there's no one that can do it,
Where's without me you will not eat?
Where's your cars
Ask yourself questions
Where will you be 80 years from now?

The end is near

Enjoy your life but set limits & be always humble.
Because one day there is no way back anymore.
May the lord forgive us for our sins.
May the lord forgive our beloved ones in Jesus mighty name Amen.