Ile-Akun is a small town where Chioma and Kunle lived before. They had known each other since they were kids. They climbed mango trees 🥭 together, whispering great plans and dreams to each other long into the night 🌙. Meeting like that always rekindled a special spark between them. As they grew older, their friendship deepened, and it turned into something more. They started dating during their last year of secondary school. Chioma was lively and outgoing 💃, while Kunle was more of a quiet thinker 🤔. They balanced each other well, and everyone in the community admired their bond. However, as the long holiday approached, things started to change. One sunny afternoon 🌞, Chioma excitedly planned her holiday. She wanted to join a charity group helping orphaned children in the community. Kunle, on the other hand, had plans to work at his uncle’s mechanic shop 🔧 to save money for university. As they sat under a big Udala tree 🍏 discussing their plans, Chioma said, "Kunle, I really want to help these kids. It’s important to me. Can’t you consider joining me?" Kunle shrugged and replied, "That’s great, Chioma, but I need to help my uncle this holiday. I can’t just leave that behind." Chioma felt disappointment 😞 wash over her. She had really hoped he would want to be part of something meaningful. "But we can make a difference together! The program is only a few hours a week," she insisted. "I just think working is more practical," Kunle said, trying to sound reasonable. "I need to focus on my future too." The discussion turned into an argument. "Kunle, you never want to do anything fun or different, do you? 😡" Chioma exclaimed. "And you never think about what’s necessary in life! 😠" Kunle shouted back. After that day, they barely spoke. The silence between them grew heavier. Chioma signed up for the volunteering program, while Kunle spent long hours at the mechanic shop, fixing cars 🚗 and motorcycles 🏍️. Once, they used to gist and laugh together, but now, everything was different. They would see each other at the junction where people sold roasted corn 🌽 and suya but barely exchanged words. Weeks passed, and soon, the town announced the annual Ile-Akun New Yam Festival 🥘🎉. Everyone was excited—it was a tradition for Chioma and Kunle to attend together. But this year was different. Chioma wanted to spend time with her new friends from the volunteer group, leaving Kunle alone at home, feeling left out 😔. On the day of the festival, the air was filled with the aroma of jollof rice, grilled fish, and palm wine 🥘🍹. Chioma had fun dancing to Afrobeats 🕺🏾, playing ayo olopon 🎲, and helping set up stalls. Yet, a part of her missed Kunle’s company. She caught a glimpse of him across the street, laughing with some guys near a suya stand. Seeing him enjoy himself without her made her heart ache 💙. Kunle also spotted her, their eyes locked for a few seconds. Memories of childhood, of sneaking puff-puff from Mama Nkechi’s roadside shop, of watching Nollywood movies together, flooded his mind. But just as quickly as the moment came, it disappeared, and they both turned away. After the festival, Chioma felt lonely. She realized how much she missed Kunle 💭. One evening, as the sun set in golden hues over the red earth 🌅, she decided to visit him. She knocked on his door, her heart beating fast. Finally, Kunle opened it, surprised to see her. "Hi," Chioma said softly, playing with the edge of her Ankara dress. "Hey," Kunle replied, his voice carrying both surprise and caution. They stood there in silence before Chioma finally spoke. "I’ve missed you, Kunle. 😞" "I missed you too," Kunle admitted. "But things have been… complicated." "I know," she sighed. "I thought this holiday would bring us closer, but it feels like the opposite happened." Kunle nodded, rubbing his forehead. "I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought I needed to focus on work." "I understand, but I also wanted to share this experience with you," Chioma replied softly. "I didn’t want to lose you." 💞 Kunle looked down, realization hitting him. "I guess I was so focused on my own plans that I didn’t see what I was missing." Chioma stepped closer. "Can we fix this? I think we should support each other, but communication is key." Kunle smiled for the first time in weeks 😊. "Okay. I’ll try to make more time for us and listen to you. I promise to support your dreams as long as I have breath." They both exhaled, as if a weight had been lifted. The warmth of resolution spread between them like the first rain after harmattan 🌧️. Chioma reached out and held Kunle’s hand 🤝. "Let’s promise to always talk, no matter what." "Deal," Kunle said, his heart lighter. 💕 From that day, they made a real effort to balance their lives. Kunle sometimes helped at the orphanage, and Chioma brought food 🍛 to the mechanic shop while they chatted. They learned to respect and appreciate each other even more. As the long holiday ended and school resumed, they knew their bond had grown stronger. One evening, sitting on their favorite bench under the stars ✨, Kunle turned to Chioma and said, "I think we can face anything if we just keep talking." Chioma smiled. "We are a team, Kunle. No matter what." 💑 And that began a new chapter for Chioma and Kunle—side by side, ready to take on whatever life threw at them. 🚀💖 @highlight #viralstory #viralstories

✍️When a man can't impregnate a woman,the family advises him to adopt, but when a woman Is barren or has difficulty in bearing a child, everyone around the man advise him to get another girl pregnant or better still, marry another wife... ✍️You see, we women we tolerate a whole lot of stuff more than men do...... I think, most of the things men throw at we girls are things that they can't stand themselves.... Most of the things women endure and put up with are things men will never put up with..... Consistently bleeding for 4 days and switching in between moods and still manage to stay sane is something that u men can't comprehend.. A woman doesn't mind going hungry just so her children could eat.. ✍️Most women gives up on their dreams so that their husband can live his.. Women doesn't have a life of their own as our children sees us as a Demigod and always run to when they are in distress.. Our hair keeps smelling because our babies keeps peeing on us and we barely have time to think or breath.. ✍️ Children always want to be close to their mothers because most dads prefer to be close to their laptops.. Women may be the weaker vessel in strength, but sure we have a mind that is stronger than Samson’s... ✍️So men, when you hit your wife, you are simply hitting a god who sacrificed her happiness so you can be the man you have always wanted to be..... Woman! Thou art blessed!! 🤲❗WE SHALL ALL REAP THE FRUITS OF OUR LABOUR .🙏🙏 #copied

How well do you believe in your dreams💬💬

"If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re too small." – Richard Branson

"If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re too small." – Richard Branson

Taking a risk may be daunting, but living with regret is far heavier. Remember, growth often comes from stepping out of your comfort zone. 🌱💥 It’s better to try and fail than to spend a lifetime wondering “what if?” Embrace the possibilities, chase your dreams, and give life your all. Every risk is a chance to learn, evolve, and create something extraordinary. Be bold—you deserve a life without regrets!

“What Have You Ever Done for Me?” — The Final Slap Every Simp Receives This is the bitter reality simps refuse to accept until it’s too late. You break your back, you sacrifice, you play sponsor, you pay her fees, you fund her dreams, and the moment she levels up, the words that pierce your soul are: “What have you ever done for me?” Or worse… “Did I ask you to do it?” This is the currency of an ungrateful woman. And it is the death sentence every simp receives after investing in a woman who never respected him in the first place. You see, you thought by giving, funding, and sacrificing, you were securing love. Wrong. You were only paying for temporary company. She’ll smile while she’s broke. She’ll act submissive when she needs help. But the second that degree is in her hand, and she steps into a new circle, you instantly become “too local,” “too small,” “too average.” Now, you’re just the illiterate mechanic, the village boy, the one who was “just helping,” not the man she wants to build with. Make no mistake—women don’t stay with men out of pity. They stay with men they admire. When you sponsor her without demanding accountability, without vetting her character, you are setting yourself up for humiliation. The Code Is Simple: Stop playing philanthropist to ungrateful women. Invest in yourself first. Build your empire before you attempt to build anyone else’s. If you’re not a king, don’t be surprised when she jumps ship for one. Simping is not love—it’s self-inflicted slavery. Be wise. Be ruthless. Be Alpha.

What's your dreams city?

"If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re too small." – Richard Branson

"If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re too small." – Richard Branson

APRIL-2025💖 AFFIRM WITH ME🔥 I welcome this new month with a fierce spirit and an open heart. I am a powerhouse of resilience and passion, ready to overcome every challenge and seize every opportunity. I embrace my journey with clarity and courage, knowing that each day brings me closer to my dreams. This month, I radiate positivity and determination. I am unstoppable, confident in my ability to create the life I envision. Every moment is a fresh start, and I choose to ignite my inner fire and rise to greatness. 🔥

Time is calling, Calling you to sleep, So get into your bed, And drift into your dreams. Good night and GOD bless you