HOW THE APOSTLES DIED.

1. Matthew
Suffered martyrdom in Ethiopia, Killed by a sword wound.

2. Mark
Died in Alexandria, Egypt , after being dragged by Horses through the streets until he was dead.

3. Luke
Was hanged in Greece as a result of his tremendous Preaching to the lost.

4. John
Faced martyrdom when he was boiled in huge Basin of boiling oil during a wave of persecution In Rome. However, he was miraculously delivered From death.
John was then sentenced to the mines on the prison Island of Patmos. He wrote his prophetic Book of Revelation on Patmos . The apostle John was later freed and returned to serve As Bishop of Edessa in modern Turkey . He died as an old man, the only apostle to die peacefully

5. Peter
He was crucified upside down on an x-shaped cross.
According to church tradition it was because he told his tormentors that he felt unworthy to die In the same way that Jesus Christ had died.

6. James
The leader of the church in Jerusalem , was thrown over a hundred feet down from the southeast pinnacle of the Temple when he refused to deny his faith in Christ. When they discovered that he survived the fall, his
enemies beat James to death with a fuller's club.
* This was the same pinnacle where Satan had taken Jesus during the Temptation.

7. James the Son of Zebedee,
was a fisherman by trade when Jesus Called him to a lifetime of ministry. As a strong leader of the church, James was beheaded at Jerusalem. The Roman officer who guarded James watched amazed as James defended his faith at his trial. Later, the officer Walked beside James to the place of execution. Overcome by conviction, he declared his new faith to the judge and Knelt beside James to accept beheading as a Christian.

8. Bartholomew
Also known as Nathaniel Was a missionary to Asia. He witnessed for our Lord in present day Turkey. Bartholomew was martyred for his preaching in Armenia where he was flayed to death by a whip.

9. Andrew
Was crucified on an x-shaped cross in Patras, Greece. After being whipped severely by seven soldiers they tied his body to the cross with cords to prolong his agony. His followers reported that, when he was led toward the cross, Andrew saluted it in these words: 'I have long desired and expected this happy hour. The cross has been consecrated by the body of Christ hanging on it.' He continued to preach to his tormentors For two days until he expired.

10. Thomas
Was stabbed with a spear in India during one of his missionary trips to establish the church in the Sub-continent.

11. Jude
Was killed with arrows when he refused to deny his faith in Christ.

12. Matthias
The apostle chosen to replace the traitor Judas Iscariot, was stoned and then beheaded.

13. Paul
Was tortured and then beheaded by the evil Emperor Nero at Rome in A.D. 67. Paul endured a lengthy imprisonment, which allowed him to write his many
epistles to the churches he had formed throughout the Roman Empire. These letters, which taught many of the foundational Doctrines of Christianity, form a large portion of the New Testament.

THEGOSOEL THAT TOOK THE BLOOD OF THE APOSTLES IS THE ONE TAKING YOUR PASTORS TO THE BANK, AND BECOMING THE RICHEST IN FORBS LIST

THIS SHOULD TELL U THAT THEY ARE PREACHERS OF ANOTHWR GOSPEL,

ON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT, U WILL UNDERSTAND BETTER

TEN ATTITUDES OF SMART PEOPLE

1. They are usually quiet than others – Smart people often prefer to listen and observe rather than dominate conversations.

2. They are aware of their own ignorance – Smart people recognize the limits of their knowledge and are open to learning more.

3. They avoid bragging – Instead of bragging, smart people let their actions speak for themselves.

4. They are humble – Despite their intelligence, they remain modest about their abilities.

5. They may have fewer close friends – They find it difficult to connect deeply with others because of their unique perspective.

6. They ask insightful questions – Smart people question deeply, seeking to understand and analyze.

7. They identify flaws and loopholes – They often examine systems or arguments to find imperfections.

8. They enjoy reading – A love of books and continuous learning is common among intelligent people.

9. They have strong intuition – They can often sense the true intentions and feelings of others.

10. They avoid confrontation – Intelligent individuals generally avoid unnecessary arguments and conflicts.

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Berbatov: "I met Cristiano Ronaldo at Manchester United and he was different. He was deeply connected to the number 7, and I don’t blame him — he achieved everything with that number.
I know most people don’t believe in number curses or their connection to success, but Cristiano had a friendship-like bond with his number.
We had Rooney, Giggs, Scholes, Neville, Vidić, Ferdinand, Evra, and Van der Sar — but Cristiano was Sir Alex Ferguson’s golden boy.
Before the match, as we walked onto the pitch, our opponents felt defeated just by seeing the players.
It was amazing to be part of that terrifying squad."

Poor Waitress Received Huge Tips from a Man, but Later Learned Why He Did It

On the outskirts of the city, in a quiet and peaceful area, there was a small establishment called “Ugolok” (“Corner”). This place didn’t aim to be popular among the trendy crowd but primarily attracted locals with its homely atmosphere. Aline had been working there for three years.

On the eve of a new workday, the girl methodically wiped down the tables, lost in anxious thoughts about the upcoming rent payments. Her financial situation had grown increasingly difficult since her mother’s passing. She had to pick up extra shifts, and her long-cherished dream of obtaining higher education was gradually slipping away.

“Alina, wake up! The guests will be here soon,” came the voice of Zina, the experienced older cook.

Aline snapped to attention and headed to the kitchen. Strict but fair, Zina always treated her warmly, feeding her during meals and sometimes even giving her pastries.

“I’m coming, Zina Petrovna!” Aline replied, adjusting her apron.

The day passed slowly: guests arrived and left the café while she continued with her duties—taking orders, engaging cordially with customers, and serving food. By the end of the day, her legs reminded her of the long hours of work.

When there wasn’t much time left before closing, the door creaked open, and a man in an impeccable suit entered. His expensive accessories, especially his watch, indicated considerable wealth. He chose a seat by the window, pulled out his phone, and began typing quickly.

Approaching with her notepad, Aline politely inquired about his order. The man looked up, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes, as if he recognized someone from the past.

“Bring a double espresso,” he said, continuing to scrutinize the girl intently.

This somewhat embarrassed her. She hurriedly noted the order while still feeling his intense gaze.

At the checkout, Aline noticed a large banknote tucked under the receipt—she had never received such generous tips before. When she tried to return the money, all she heard was a soft phrase: “Keep it, you deserve it.”

The following days passed in the same monotonous pattern: the man would come, order coffee, and leave generous tips. Zina Petrovna, noticing the continual gifts of fate, asked with concern, “What does that gentleman want from you?”

“I have no idea,” Aline shrugged. “He just comes in, drinks his coffee, and leaves the money.”

“Be careful, girl,” warned the cook. “Rich men don’t throw around such acts of charity.”

Indeed, the man made no attempts to initiate conversation or display any ill intentions. He simply came, observed, and left generous sums.

One evening, he left an amount equal to Aline’s monthly earnings. Unable to contain herself, she caught up with him in the parking lot.

“Wait!” she exclaimed, holding the money in her hands. “What does all this mean?”

The man turned, and in the glow of the streetlights, his face looked tired.

“My name is Pavel Andreevich,” he said after a pause. “Let’s meet tomorrow at the café ‘Melodiya’. There, I will explain everything.”

“Why?” Aline asked in surprise.

“I’ll explain tomorrow,” he replied as he opened his car. “After work. This is important for both of us.”

She spent the entire night sleeplessly, mulling over the possible reasons for such generosity. In the morning, she called a friend, recounting the strange man and the upcoming meeting.

“Are you out of your mind?” her friend exclaimed in fear. “What if he’s a dangerous person?”

“In such a suit?” Aline smiled.

“Even more reason!” her friend retorted. “Send me the address, text me his photo, and call every half hour!”

After work, Aline headed to “Melodiya”, where Pavel Andreevich was already waiting for her at a table in the corner.

“Hello,” she began, sitting down across from him. “Enough with the riddles. Explain yourself.”

Pavel Andreevich sighed, his hands noticeably trembling.

“I’ll start right away… Read the continuation in the comments

From Housemaid To Oga's Wife Episode Two

Martins and Nnenna continued their secret relationship without any problems. They acted normal during the day, pretending to be nothing more than an employer and his housemaid. Martins treated Jessica like a caring husband, and Nnenna did her house chores without drawing attention. But at night, everything changed. Martins would sneak out of his bedroom and go to Nnenna’s room. They would whisper, laugh, and hold each other in the darkness. It was the only time they could be together, and they cherished every moment.

"I'm enjoying this relationship. I have the woman I love right under my roof. There are no better feelings than this." Martins said to himself.

Jessica had no reason to suspect anything at first. She was living the life she wanted. It was a life of relaxation and comfort. Nnenna handled everything in the house, and Martins provided everything she needed. But after a while, she started noticing something strange. Martins would leave the bed at odd hours. It happened once, then twice. At first, she assumed he was just going to the toilet or stepping out for fresh air. But when it continued happening, she became curious. Why was her husband always leaving the bed in the middle of the night?

"Where does he always go to? This is becoming serious. How can he be leaving the house in such odd hours? I have to find out." Jessica said to herself.

Jessica decided to pay closer attention. She stayed awake some nights, waiting to see if it would happen again. And it did. Martins would quietly get up, check if she was asleep, and then leave the room. He always returned after about an hour. Jessica found it strange. Her husband never had this habit before. Something was not right. She needed to find out what was going on.

One night, Jessica made up her mind. She was not going to sleep. She wanted to see exactly where Martins was going. She lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. She even let out soft breaths to make it look real. The clock ticked, and soon, it was 2am. Right on time, Martins slowly got up. He turned to look at Jessica. She did not move. Satisfied that she was asleep, he tiptoed out of the room.

"Today, I must follow you to that place you always go to. I have to find out." She said.

Jessica waited for a few seconds, then quietly got up. She moved slowly, making sure her steps did not make any sound. She followed Martins, keeping a safe distance. She saw him go towards the boys’ quarters. She was confused. Why was he going there? The only person staying there was Nnenna, their housemaid. Jessica’s heart beat faster, but she remained calm. She wanted to see for herself.

Martins reached Nnenna’s door and knocked softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he stepped inside. Jessica gasped silently. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her husband had just entered the room of their housemaid. She moved closer and placed her ear near the door. At first, she heard whispers, then soft laughter. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was going on inside that room, and she had to know what it was.

Inside the room, Martins sat on the bed and pulled Nnenna close. He ki.ssed her forehead and smiled. “I missed you,” he whispered.

Nnenna smiled. “You saw me this evening,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

“That’s different,” Martins replied. “I miss holding you.”

Nnenna sighed. “I don’t like this sneaking around. It doesn’t feel right.”

Martins lifted her chin. “Be patient, my love. This is the only way we can be together for now.”

She nodded. She knew he was right, but it still felt wrong. She just wanted a normal life with the man she loved.

Jessica pressed her ear harder against the door. She heard voices, but she could not make out everything they were saying. She took a deep breath and stepped back. She needed to be sure before she acted. Then, suddenly, she heard something else—the unmistakable sound of ki.ssing. Her body stiffened. Her husband was in there, doing something with Nnenna? She was not sure, she could no longer control herself.

Jessica raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door. “Who is there?” she demanded.

Inside the room, Martins and Nnenna froze. Their eyes met, filled with shock and panic. The knocking continued.

“Open this door now!” Jessica shouted.

Martins jumped to his feet. “What do we do?” he whispered.

Nnenna’s hands shook. “She knows,” she said in a trembling voice.

Jessica banged on the door again. “Martins! I know you are inside there! Open this door before I break it down!”

Martins ran his hands through his hair. “Just stay calm,” he told Nnenna. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it on. He needed to think fast. How was he going to get out of this situation?

Jessica stepped back and looked around. She was furious. She could not believe what was happening. Her husband was cheating on her—with their housemaid! And not just any housemaid, but the one she had trusted the most. She shook her head in anger. This was not going to end well.

Inside the room, Martins took a deep breath. “I have to open the door,” he said.

Nnenna grabbed his hand. “No! She will kill me.”

Martins sighed. “We can’t hide forever.”

The knocking became louder. Jessica was losing patience. “Martins! If you don’t open this door right now, I swear, I will scream and wake the whole neighborhood!”

"Waitim please. Don't open the door. I have an idea." Nnena said.

To be continued

North Korea banned leather trench coats in 2021 to prevent citizens from copying Kim Jong Un's distinctive style.

The trend gained popularity after Kim wore the coat in 2019, prompting widespread emulation among North Koreans.

However, authorities deemed this an impure trend challenging the authority of the Highest Dignity, confiscating coats from citizens and sellers alike.

The regime views imitation of Kim's style as a threat to his authority, associating it with capitalistic influences that could undermine the country's values.

Police patrols were deployed to seize coats, and manufacturers were instructed to stop production.

This ban is part of a broader effort to restrict Western fashion trends and promote a more uniform, socialist aesthetic.

THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING

Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh.

Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger.

“Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…”

Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world.

“But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal.

“You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.”

In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left.

Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love.

Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper.

Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch.

A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand.

Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.”

“Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back.

The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth.

“What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before.

The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood.

They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway.

“Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?”

Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips.

“You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home.

Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear.

“Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him.

He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands.

“My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?”

“Wilson,” he replied hesitantly.

“Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.”

Wilson managed a faint smile.

“I don’t know how to thank you...”

“Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?”

Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold.

When he finished, silence filled the room.

“Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly.

Wilson stared at her in sh0ck.

“What?”

“I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.”

“I… don’t…”

CONTINUE READING IN THE COMMENTS BELOW.

HE POISONED HIS WIFE'S MORNING TEA , BUT SHE SERVED IT TO HIS MOTHER INSTEAD AND WATCHED - EPISODE 5

"The Tides of Betrayal"

The cool night air hit Sophia like a rush of freedom as she and Clara sprinted out the front door. The adrenaline that surged through her veins was a cocktail of terror and exhilaration. They couldn’t stop now. Not when they were so close to bringing Marcus down.

Clara was right behind her, clutching the vial like it was a lifeline. Sophia knew that if they could get it to the authorities—if they could prove Marcus’s guilt—there would be no going back. His game would be over.

But Marcus wasn’t the kind of man who gave up easily.

They reached the car parked on the curb, and Clara yanked open the door. "Get in!" she urged, her voice tight with urgency.

Sophia slid into the passenger seat, her mind still racing, trying to piece together everything that had happened. Marcus was dangerous, but he was also predictable in his own way. He thrived on control, on manipulation—but he had underestimated her. He didn’t expect her to fight back, didn’t think she would be capable of turning the tables on him.

But now, she had the power.

Clara slammed the door shut and started the engine, peeling away from the curb in a cloud of dust. Sophia glanced in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Marcus’s dark figure looming in pursuit. But the street behind them was empty. It was quiet. Too quiet.

The silence in the car was heavy, suffocating, as if both of them were waiting for something to happen. It was only when they reached the highway, the bright lights of the city beginning to flicker on in the distance, that Sophia spoke.

"Clara, we need to make sure we’re doing the right thing. Marcus has connections—powerful ones. If we go to the police with this…" She trailed off, her voice faltering.

Clara’s grip on the wheel tightened. "I know, but we have no choice. He tried to kill you, Sophia. He tried to kill Mom. This isn’t just about us anymore. We need to end this."

Sophia’s thoughts went to the vial in Clara’s hand—the proof of Marcus’s twisted plans. She knew Clara was right, but doubt still gnawed at her. Was it enough? Would they be able to convince anyone? Would they even be able to make it that far?

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, snapping her from her thoughts. She pulled it out, seeing an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice tight.

"Sophia, this is Detective Harding," came the deep voice on the other end. "I’m with the local precinct. You don’t know me, but I know about Marcus. I’ve been investigating him for some time now. I have people in place—your mother-in-law’s condition was alarming, and we’ve been following your case. We’re already on our way to intercept him."

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean, intercept him? Where is he?”

“He’s a dangerous man,” the detective continued. “We’ve been building a case against him for months, but we couldn’t move against him directly until we had irrefutable proof. We’ve been watching you, Sophia. You made the right choice.”

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. "Wait… you’ve been watching me? This whole time?"

Harding paused, then replied, "We had to be sure. We needed to see how far Marcus would go before we moved in. We knew you were the key, Sophia. You’re the one he underestimated."

Sophia could feel the weight of the world shifting, the realization dawning that the game was not over—not for her. Not yet. "I’ve got the proof," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. "The vial. Marcus used it to poison me. To poison my mother-in-law. We have to get it to you."

There was a pause on the line. Then Harding spoke again, urgency lacing his voice. "Listen carefully. We need to move fast. Marcus is onto you. He knows you have the vial, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back. Head to the address I’m sending you. We’ll have a safe house set up. I’ll make sure you’re protected."

Sophia’s blood ran cold. “He’s coming for us.”

Harding’s voice was calm but firm. "We’ll handle it. Just get to the address. Do not go anywhere else."

The line went dead, and for a moment, Sophia just stared at the phone in her hand, a mix of disbelief and dread seeping into her bones. He was coming. He was always coming.

Clara glanced at her with a worried expression. "What happened? What did he say?"

Sophia exhaled, trying to push away the rising panic. "He knows. Marcus knows we have the proof. We need to get to a safe house. Now."

Clara’s foot pressed harder on the gas, the car roaring down the highway. "We’ll make it. We have to make it."

The world outside the car blurred as they sped toward the address Harding had sent them. The lights of the city flickered in the distance, a thousand stories unfolding beneath them. But Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out.

As they neared the safe house, Sophia’s phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from an unknown number.

I know what you’re doing. You’ll regret it, Sophia. I’m coming for you.

Sophia’s breath hitched. He was already on his way.

She Chose the Man Nobody Wanted, But What She Discovered Will Shock You

In the dusty little village of Akur Ruba, people never forget how they laughed the day Ada married Ema—the man nobody wanted.

Ema was the village’s poorest farmer. His house had cracked walls, a leaking roof, and no future—at least, that's what everyone believed. He owned nothing but a rusted hoe and dreams that barely kept him alive. Even the poorest in the village pitied his family.

He was raised by his aging grandparents, Grandpa and Grandma Obi, and despite their poverty, Grandpa Obi carried a cheerful spirit and a belief that one day, Ema would shine.

“Son,” he always said, “there’s more hope in a living dog than a dead lion. Just keep your hands clean and keep working.”

But no matter how hard Ema worked, no lady wanted him.
They mocked him.
Laughed in his face.

“Can you even afford my bride price?” one lady sneered.
“Maybe sell your father's old bicycle first!” another laughed.

He bore it all—until one day, fate intervened.

Ema met Ada, a quiet orphan from a nearby village, who had nothing to her name but an old, squeaky sewing machine and a tiny patch of land. No family. No support. Just raw strength and humility. Like Ema, she had also known hunger, rejection, and pain.

They connected instantly—two broken souls, stitched together by survival and simplicity.

One day, under the shade of an old mango tree, Ema asked,

“Will you marry me?”

She smiled, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Yes, but I have no parents. Just an elderly couple who treat me like their daughter. They can stand for me.”

And so, with borrowed clothes and empty pockets, they did a low-key traditional wedding. No music. No food. No glamour. Just love.

The village laughed louder than ever.

“Poverty married poverty!”
“Perfect match! At least now they can starve together!”

But they didn’t care.

They went to the farm together. Ate from the same plate. Shared stories, laughter, and hope. What others saw as disgrace, they lived as joy.

Then, everything changed.

One sunny afternoon, Ema was clearing a part of his farm when he came upon a stubborn tree with roots as deep as his struggles. He tried to uproot it, but something told him,

“Keep digging.”

And he did.

He dug and dug—his fingers bleeding, sweat dripping—until he saw something shiny lodged in the dirt. He reached in…

It was a massive diamond.

Heart pounding, he wrapped it up and ran home.

His grandfather's eyes widened.

“Do you know what this is, son? This… this is a miracle.”

The next morning, they traveled to the city to meet Grandpa’s old friend—a trustworthy goldsmith. After examining the stone, the man looked up and whispered,

“This isn’t just a diamond. It’s one of the rarest and most valuable stones I’ve ever seen.”

That day, everything changed.

They sold the diamond and used the money wisely—investing, building, helping others. Ema and Ada became the wealthiest couple in the entire region.

And those who once mocked?

They watched in silence as Ema built a mansion right where their cracked house once stood. He bought his grandfather a brand new car to replace the rusted bicycle. He set up a fashion institute for Ada, who trained and empowered other orphan girls.

One of the same women who had once laughed at Ema now came to Ada for a job. Ada simply smiled and said,

“Life can change. Be kind to everyone. You never know where they’ll be tomorrow.”

Ema—the man nobody wanted—became the man everyone wished they had chosen.

So the next time you want to laugh at someone’s beginning, remember:
God writes the most beautiful stories from the roughest pages.

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Jose mourinho :"At the height of my glory, when I was nicknamed 'The Special One,' a young player came to me and asked, 'Sir, how can I be the best?' I replied, 'Train your mind before your feet, and understand the game as coaches understand it", Then Messi appeared to teach us all that true genius doesn't need complexity, but rather a child playing with joy! He made my tactics look like junk! I devised meticulous plans to stop great players and succeeded, but with Messi, every plan was like trying to hold water with your hand! The only thing that worked was begging that today wasn't his good day!" Messi is not a player He is a divine test of the patience of coaches! If someone asked me "What is the greatest lesson you have learned in your career?" I would answer without hesitation "Admit that you are powerless against true magic, and Messi is the magic that no coach will be able to stop" This is the only courage that remains. Messi didn't break the rules. He wrote a new book and burned the old ones "

Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date

Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought…

After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope.

Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking:
“Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.”

But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet.

Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage.

Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired.

Until one quiet evening… he met Ada.

They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other.

“Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?”
“You looked like someone who might need a snack.”

She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes.

They talked for hours.

Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened.

“Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.”

For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh.
Ada laughed too. It felt… easy.

Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book.

“I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.”

Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies.

That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper.
He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot.

The next day, he called.

They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks.

Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly.

Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people.

Jonathan wanted to believe it.

Weeks passed.

Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked.

Ada turned to him, suddenly serious.

“Can I ask you something weird?”
“Of course.”
“If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?”
“Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully.
“Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.”

Jonathan’s heart almost stopped.

Could she be the one?

But just as he began to hope…

Norah called.

“Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.”
“What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused.
“I think… she knows who you really are.”

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"