• All original phone's breakfast is ready let's eatstay hungry fake phone's
    All original phone's breakfast is ready let's eat😋🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝🍝stay hungry 😭 fake phone's 😭
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  • Lagos never sleeps, and neither does its food scene. While most people are still snoring, the real food hustlers are serving ghost-hour delicacies. Eyes Of Lagos reports,

    If you’re ever awake at 4AM, these are the 7 Lagos foods worth losing sleep for:

    1. Ojuelegba Akara University – Bean Cake PhD

    Fried by veterans who’ve been at it for decades, this isn’t just akara; it’s a PhD in bean cake perfection. The queues at Ojuelegba tell you everything.

    2. Mile 12 Night Fishermen Soup – Fresh from the Lagoon

    Straight from fishermen returning from night trips, you get steaming fish pepper soup so fresh it still tastes like the ocean breeze.

    3. Apongbon ‘Koko & Kosai’ – Northerners’ Breakfast

    Thick, warm millet pap (koko) and spicy bean cakes (kosai) served by northern vendors who’ve owned the Apongbon morning rush for decades.

    4. Ikeja Underbridge Pepper Soup – Driver’s Hangover Cure

    Transport workers swear by this fiery goat meat pepper soup to reset their system before the day’s hustle begins.

    5. Oshodi Rail Track Tea Sellers – 3 Generations’ Secret

    Served with soft bread and brewed on charcoal, this strong, sweet tea recipe has been passed down for 3 generations.

    6. Festac “Awake” Bread – Baked While You Sleep

    By 4AM, bakers roll out fresh, hot loaves that literally smell like dreams. Nothing tastes better with rail track tea.

    7. Badagry Dawn Coconut Harvest – Sweetest by Moonlight

    Plucked just before sunrise, Badagry’s coconuts are sweeter when cracked under the moonlight. Some swear it’s magical.
    Why You Should Try These Ghost-Hour Delicacies

    Because Lagos at 4AM is a different city—quiet, raw, and full of flavors you’ll never find in daylight.
    Lagos never sleeps, and neither does its food scene. While most people are still snoring, the real food hustlers are serving ghost-hour delicacies. Eyes Of Lagos reports, If you’re ever awake at 4AM, these are the 7 Lagos foods worth losing sleep for: 1. Ojuelegba Akara University – Bean Cake PhD Fried by veterans who’ve been at it for decades, this isn’t just akara; it’s a PhD in bean cake perfection. The queues at Ojuelegba tell you everything. 2. Mile 12 Night Fishermen Soup – Fresh from the Lagoon Straight from fishermen returning from night trips, you get steaming fish pepper soup so fresh it still tastes like the ocean breeze. 3. Apongbon ‘Koko & Kosai’ – Northerners’ Breakfast Thick, warm millet pap (koko) and spicy bean cakes (kosai) served by northern vendors who’ve owned the Apongbon morning rush for decades. 4. Ikeja Underbridge Pepper Soup – Driver’s Hangover Cure Transport workers swear by this fiery goat meat pepper soup to reset their system before the day’s hustle begins. 5. Oshodi Rail Track Tea Sellers – 3 Generations’ Secret Served with soft bread and brewed on charcoal, this strong, sweet tea recipe has been passed down for 3 generations. 6. Festac “Awake” Bread – Baked While You Sleep By 4AM, bakers roll out fresh, hot loaves that literally smell like dreams. Nothing tastes better with rail track tea. 7. Badagry Dawn Coconut Harvest – Sweetest by Moonlight Plucked just before sunrise, Badagry’s coconuts are sweeter when cracked under the moonlight. Some swear it’s magical. Why You Should Try These Ghost-Hour Delicacies Because Lagos at 4AM is a different city—quiet, raw, and full of flavors you’ll never find in daylight.
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  • Yummy yummy
    My good people good morning breakfast is ready
    Yummy yummy 😋 My good people good morning breakfast is ready
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  • SMART

    Mr Eazi and Temi Otedola have been married for over 5 years now and they don’t have a kid . Their plan was to work , make money before they start having kids .

    They did not want their kids to come and suffer . They also wanted to be there for their kids and raise them .

    After making so much money they are now ready to start making babies .

    Moral lesson : You wey no get money already have 2 Pikin . Now money for breakfast no Dey
    SMART ❤️ Mr Eazi and Temi Otedola have been married for over 5 years now and they don’t have a kid . Their plan was to work , make money before they start having kids . They did not want their kids to come and suffer . They also wanted to be there for their kids and raise them . After making so much money they are now ready to start making babies . Moral lesson : You wey no get money already have 2 Pikin . Now money for breakfast no Dey
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  • Jarvis to Peller: “I’m Done!”
    Peller’s babe, Jarvis, just served him premium emotional breakfast

    She says Peller is too manipulative, insecure, and always trying to control her brand and life.
    “If he wants a woman he can control, he should check his DMs,” she said

    Meanwhile, Peller is crying for understanding and begging for love back —
    but this handwriting on the wall don bold pass billboard!

    Moral lesson: When someone wants to grow, don’t try to cage them — or you go lose both love and peace
    🚨💔 Jarvis to Peller: “I’m Done!” Peller’s babe, Jarvis, just served him premium emotional breakfast 😭💔 She says Peller is too manipulative, insecure, and always trying to control her brand and life. “If he wants a woman he can control, he should check his DMs,” she said 👀💔 Meanwhile, Peller is crying for understanding and begging for love back — but this handwriting on the wall don bold pass billboard! 😩📉 Moral lesson: When someone wants to grow, don’t try to cage them — or you go lose both love and peace 💔
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  • 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

    *Akara and Pap was breakfast served every morning in a hostel of 100 people.*

    *Out of the 100, 80 didn’t like it. They complained daily, saying they were tired and wanted something different.*
    *But the remaining 20 were satisfied. They liked it just as it was.*

    *To solve the issue, the warden introduced a simple rule: Every night, everyone would vote for what they wanted to eat the next morning. The meal with the highest number of votes would be served.*

    *So every night, the 20 who loved Akara and Pap voted for it—with one voice.*
    *But the 80 who didn’t like it were never united. Their votes went in different directions:*

    18 *for Bread and Tea*

    16 *for Yam and Egg Sauce*

    14 *for Jollof Rice*

    12 *for Spaghetti*

    10 *for Indomie*

    10 *for Moi Moi and Pap*

    *Can u guess what the result was every single time?*
    *Akara and Pap kept winning, Not because it was the best, but because the people who didn’t want it were too divided to agree on anything else.*

    *In Nigeria, many are tired of the same old hardship, bad* *governance and recycled leadership.*
    *We know who and what the real problems are.*
    *But even those who want change are divided—along tribal lines, party names, personal interest, ego and ambition.*

    *2027 might seem far away, but it's already around the corner. If we don’t learn from this story, we will wake up again to another bitter round of the same “meal” we’ve been served for ages.*

    *The World Bank has already projected that poverty in Nigeria will keep rising until 2027.*
    *That’s not just a statistic—it’s a warning.*
    *And the sad truth is this: If we miss 2027, it'll only get worse.*

    *This Is a Salient Message*
    *THERE'S POWER IN UNITY, NOT JUST IN NUMBERS.*

    *A United Minority Is More Formidable Than A Divided Majority.*

    *Think About It.*
    🟢 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 🟢 *Akara and Pap was breakfast served every morning in a hostel of 100 people.* *Out of the 100, 80 didn’t like it. They complained daily, saying they were tired and wanted something different.* *But the remaining 20 were satisfied. They liked it just as it was.* *To solve the issue, the warden introduced a simple rule: Every night, everyone would vote for what they wanted to eat the next morning. The meal with the highest number of votes would be served.* *So every night, the 20 who loved Akara and Pap voted for it—with one voice.* *But the 80 who didn’t like it were never united. Their votes went in different directions:* 18 *for Bread and Tea* 16 *for Yam and Egg Sauce* 14 *for Jollof Rice* 12 *for Spaghetti* 10 *for Indomie* 10 *for Moi Moi and Pap* *Can u guess what the result was every single time?* *Akara and Pap kept winning, Not because it was the best, but because the people who didn’t want it were too divided to agree on anything else.* *In Nigeria, many are tired of the same old hardship, bad* *governance and recycled leadership.* *We know who and what the real problems are.* *But even those who want change are divided—along tribal lines, party names, personal interest, ego and ambition.* *2027 might seem far away, but it's already around the corner. If we don’t learn from this story, we will wake up again to another bitter round of the same “meal” we’ve been served for ages.* *The World Bank has already projected that poverty in Nigeria will keep rising until 2027.* *That’s not just a statistic—it’s a warning.* *And the sad truth is this: If we miss 2027, it'll only get worse.* *This Is a Salient Message* *THERE'S POWER IN UNITY, NOT JUST IN NUMBERS.* *A United Minority Is More Formidable Than A Divided Majority.* *Think About It.*😎
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  • Breakfast. You know, the morning feast. Breakfast is quiet, nobody gets bothered over pancakes and eggs. It's really easy to be yourself and not stress when you've got some coffee in your cup. O
    Breakfast. You know, the morning feast. Breakfast is quiet, nobody gets bothered over pancakes and eggs. It's really easy to be yourself and not stress when you've got some coffee in your cup. O
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  • 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓

    *Akara and Pap was breakfast served every morning in a hostel of 100 people.*

    *Out of the 100, 80 didn’t like it. They complained daily, saying they were tired and wanted something different.*
    *But the remaining 20 were satisfied. They liked it just as it was.*

    *To solve the issue, the warden introduced a simple rule: Every night, everyone would vote for what they wanted to eat the next morning. The meal with the highest number of votes would be served.*

    *So every night, the 20 who loved Akara and Pap voted for it—with one voice.*
    *But the 80 who didn’t like it were never united. Their votes went in different directions:*

    18 *for Bread and Tea*

    16 *for Yam and Egg Sauce*

    14 *for Jollof Rice*

    12 *for Spaghetti*

    10 *for Indomie*

    10 *for Moi Moi and Pap*

    *Can u guess what the result was every single time?*
    *Akara and Pap kept winning, Not because it was the best, but because the people who didn’t want it were too divided to agree on anything else.*

    *In Nigeria, many are tired of the same old hardship, bad* *governance and recycled leadership.*
    *We know who and what the real problems are.*
    *But even those who want change are divided—along tribal lines, party names, personal interest, ego and ambition.*

    *2027 might seem far away, but it's already around the corner. If we don’t learn from this story, we will wake up again to another bitter round of the same “meal” we’ve been served for ages.*

    *The World Bank has already projected that poverty in Nigeria will keep rising until 2027.*
    *That’s not just a statistic—it’s a warning.*
    *And the sad truth is this: If we miss 2027, it'll only get worse.*

    *This Is a Salient Message*
    *THERE'S POWER IN UNITY, NOT JUST IN NUMBERS.*

    *A United Minority Is More Formidable Than A Divided Majority.*

    *Think About It.*
    🟢 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 🟢 *Akara and Pap was breakfast served every morning in a hostel of 100 people.* *Out of the 100, 80 didn’t like it. They complained daily, saying they were tired and wanted something different.* *But the remaining 20 were satisfied. They liked it just as it was.* *To solve the issue, the warden introduced a simple rule: Every night, everyone would vote for what they wanted to eat the next morning. The meal with the highest number of votes would be served.* *So every night, the 20 who loved Akara and Pap voted for it—with one voice.* *But the 80 who didn’t like it were never united. Their votes went in different directions:* 18 *for Bread and Tea* 16 *for Yam and Egg Sauce* 14 *for Jollof Rice* 12 *for Spaghetti* 10 *for Indomie* 10 *for Moi Moi and Pap* *Can u guess what the result was every single time?* *Akara and Pap kept winning, Not because it was the best, but because the people who didn’t want it were too divided to agree on anything else.* *In Nigeria, many are tired of the same old hardship, bad* *governance and recycled leadership.* *We know who and what the real problems are.* *But even those who want change are divided—along tribal lines, party names, personal interest, ego and ambition.* *2027 might seem far away, but it's already around the corner. If we don’t learn from this story, we will wake up again to another bitter round of the same “meal” we’ve been served for ages.* *The World Bank has already projected that poverty in Nigeria will keep rising until 2027.* *That’s not just a statistic—it’s a warning.* *And the sad truth is this: If we miss 2027, it'll only get worse.* *This Is a Salient Message* *THERE'S POWER IN UNITY, NOT JUST IN NUMBERS.* *A United Minority Is More Formidable Than A Divided Majority.* *Think About It.*😎
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  • Breakfast
    Breakfast 😋
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  • Breakfast
    Breakfast 😋
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  • I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND WITH MY BEST FRIEND, BUT WHAT I DID NEXT SCHOCKED EVERYONE.

    EPISODE 1

    FOLLOW ME Justina's Stories
    My name is Loveth, and I’m 28 years old. I believed I had the kind of life every woman dreamed of. I was married to a handsome man named Dave, and I had a best friend named Sharon who had been by my side since we were kids. We did everything together—primary school, secondary school, even shared a room during university days. So, when I got married to Dave, it felt only right that Sharon would be like a sister in my new home.

    Dave was charming and always full of smiles. He would help in the kitchen sometimes, take me on weekend outings, and randomly bring me flowers. Whenever I posted him on Facebook, girls would comment, “God when?” I always smiled and replied, “God did.”

    Sharon was always around too. She would come over to cook with me, gist with me, and even help me when I was tired. If I had a small fight with Dave, she would say, “Don’t worry, he’s just stressed. You two are perfect together.” I trusted her more than I trusted anyone. She even had her own drawer in our house where she kept clothes, in case she slept over. I loved her like blood.

    But something didn’t feel right after a while.

    Dave started changing. At first, it was small. He began locking his phone with a new password. He would receive calls and walk out of the room to answer them. Sometimes, he would say he was going for a work meeting, but return late at night without smelling like work. Once, I called his office and they said he didn’t come in that day. I asked him, and he said they must have made a mistake. I believed him because… well, I loved him.

    Sharon also changed. She stopped sleeping over and became more secretive. One day, I noticed she was wearing the perfume Dave got for me last Christmas. I asked her about it and she laughed, saying, “Ah ah, Loveth, am I not your sister? You can’t share perfume again?” I forced a smile, but my heart was whispering, “Something is wrong.”

    The signs kept growing. One evening, I was sick and couldn’t go to the market. Dave said he would go, and I gave him a short list. Thirty minutes later, Sharon called me and said she was just passing by the market. I told her Dave had just gone there. She paused and said, “Oh really? I didn’t see him o…” But I could hear background noise—like she was also there. That day, I began connecting dots, but I had no proof.

    A week later, something strange happened. I saw Sharon’s WhatsApp status. She had posted a plate of food that looked just like what I cooked at home the night before. Same plate. Same spoon. Same exact style. I asked her jokingly, “You’ve started copying my plating style?” She laughed it off, but my mind said, “Loveth, shine your eyes.”

    Then came the final straw.

    One Saturday morning, Dave told me he was traveling to Lagos for a company seminar. He packed a small bag and left after breakfast. That evening, I cooked egusi soup and pounded yam and decided to surprise Sharon. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I thought maybe we could talk. I didn’t call her. I wanted it to be a sweet surprise.

    I got to her house around 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. I knocked. No answer. I called her name softly. Still silence. Something told me to check the door. I pushed gently—and it opened.

    What I saw inside will never leave my memory.

    Dave—my husband—and Sharon—my best friend—were sitting on the sofa, both half naked. Sharon wore only a short towel, and Dave had no shirt on. They were laughing and watching a movie. I stood there, frozen. My hands were still holding the food flask.

    They didn’t see me immediately. But when I dropped the flask, it made a loud sound.

    They both turned.

    Dave’s eyes widened. Sharon’s face drained of all color.

    I wanted to scream, but no voice came out.

    I didn’t cry. I didn’t shout. I didn’t even curse them. I just looked at them and asked in a calm voice:

    “So this is what you both have been doing behind my back?”

    Dave stammered, “Loveth… I can explain…”

    Sharon burst into tears, “It’s not what you think—”

    I turned away.

    I walked out slowly. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t fall. I walked into the night, heartbroken, betrayed, and shattered. But as I got home and closed my door, I whispered to myself,

    “You will not fight like a fool. You will fight smart. You will win, Loveth. You will win.”

    And that was when my revenge plan began to form.
    I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND WITH MY BEST FRIEND, BUT WHAT I DID NEXT SCHOCKED EVERYONE. EPISODE 1 FOLLOW ME Justina's Stories My name is Loveth, and I’m 28 years old. I believed I had the kind of life every woman dreamed of. I was married to a handsome man named Dave, and I had a best friend named Sharon who had been by my side since we were kids. We did everything together—primary school, secondary school, even shared a room during university days. So, when I got married to Dave, it felt only right that Sharon would be like a sister in my new home. Dave was charming and always full of smiles. He would help in the kitchen sometimes, take me on weekend outings, and randomly bring me flowers. Whenever I posted him on Facebook, girls would comment, “God when?” I always smiled and replied, “God did.” Sharon was always around too. She would come over to cook with me, gist with me, and even help me when I was tired. If I had a small fight with Dave, she would say, “Don’t worry, he’s just stressed. You two are perfect together.” I trusted her more than I trusted anyone. She even had her own drawer in our house where she kept clothes, in case she slept over. I loved her like blood. But something didn’t feel right after a while. Dave started changing. At first, it was small. He began locking his phone with a new password. He would receive calls and walk out of the room to answer them. Sometimes, he would say he was going for a work meeting, but return late at night without smelling like work. Once, I called his office and they said he didn’t come in that day. I asked him, and he said they must have made a mistake. I believed him because… well, I loved him. Sharon also changed. She stopped sleeping over and became more secretive. One day, I noticed she was wearing the perfume Dave got for me last Christmas. I asked her about it and she laughed, saying, “Ah ah, Loveth, am I not your sister? You can’t share perfume again?” I forced a smile, but my heart was whispering, “Something is wrong.” The signs kept growing. One evening, I was sick and couldn’t go to the market. Dave said he would go, and I gave him a short list. Thirty minutes later, Sharon called me and said she was just passing by the market. I told her Dave had just gone there. She paused and said, “Oh really? I didn’t see him o…” But I could hear background noise—like she was also there. That day, I began connecting dots, but I had no proof. A week later, something strange happened. I saw Sharon’s WhatsApp status. She had posted a plate of food that looked just like what I cooked at home the night before. Same plate. Same spoon. Same exact style. I asked her jokingly, “You’ve started copying my plating style?” She laughed it off, but my mind said, “Loveth, shine your eyes.” Then came the final straw. One Saturday morning, Dave told me he was traveling to Lagos for a company seminar. He packed a small bag and left after breakfast. That evening, I cooked egusi soup and pounded yam and decided to surprise Sharon. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I thought maybe we could talk. I didn’t call her. I wanted it to be a sweet surprise. I got to her house around 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. I knocked. No answer. I called her name softly. Still silence. Something told me to check the door. I pushed gently—and it opened. What I saw inside will never leave my memory. Dave—my husband—and Sharon—my best friend—were sitting on the sofa, both half naked. Sharon wore only a short towel, and Dave had no shirt on. They were laughing and watching a movie. I stood there, frozen. My hands were still holding the food flask. They didn’t see me immediately. But when I dropped the flask, it made a loud sound. They both turned. Dave’s eyes widened. Sharon’s face drained of all color. I wanted to scream, but no voice came out. I didn’t cry. I didn’t shout. I didn’t even curse them. I just looked at them and asked in a calm voice: “So this is what you both have been doing behind my back?” Dave stammered, “Loveth… I can explain…” Sharon burst into tears, “It’s not what you think—” I turned away. I walked out slowly. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t fall. I walked into the night, heartbroken, betrayed, and shattered. But as I got home and closed my door, I whispered to myself, “You will not fight like a fool. You will fight smart. You will win, Loveth. You will win.” And that was when my revenge plan began to form.
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