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I Thought It Was Just a Taxi… I Had No Idea It Was the Beginning of Everything.” It was raining. Not the soft kind that makes you smile. No—this was the kind that slapped you in the face, soaked your bones, and made you feel like the sky itself was against you. I was exhausted. Fifth job rejection this month. My plastic bag shoes were holding more water than my kitchen sink. And I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. When I saw that black car parked by the curb, I didn’t think. I just... acted. Opened the door. Slid in. Slammed it shut behind me. “Please just drive,” I said, not even looking at the driver. “I’ll pay you when I get there.” Silence. I remember wondering if he was deaf—or just heartless. I was shivering, annoyed, and already regretting it. But then the car moved. He drove. No questions. No protests. Just… silence and windshield wipers. When we pulled up near my neighborhood—if you could call it that—I realized I had nothing to pay with. My voice cracked as I mumbled, “I—I’ll pay you tomorrow. I promise.” That’s when he handed me a card. Smooth, thick. Embossed letters. “If you ever need anything, call me,” he said. I actually laughed. “What I need is a job, not empty promises.” And I slammed the door, thinking I’d never see him again. But life… life’s weird. The next day, that same sleek black car pulled up near the street market where I sold roasted groundnuts. My heart stuttered. He stepped out. Tall. Dressed like a man who owned half the city. “You still didn’t call,” he said with a smirk. I wiped my hands on my apron. “I told you. I don’t need charity.” “Good,” he replied. “Because I’m not offering any. I need a personal assistant. Interested?” My walls shot up instantly. “I don’t sleep with bosses.” He chuckled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure. See you tomorrow. 9AM. Don’t be late.” I still don’t know why I showed up. Maybe I wanted to prove something. Maybe I just needed a break. But I stood outside Donovan Enterprises, heart thumping like crazy, in my only clean blouse and secondhand shoes. The receptionist tried to block me—until he appeared, took my hand, and walked me upstairs like I was royalty. The office froze. Whispers followed me. But I ignored them. I worked. Hard. I stayed late. Took notes. Got better. Fast. And Jace? He watched me. Not in a creepy way—but like he actually saw me. The girl from the rain. One night, I stood at the window after everyone left. He walked up, handed me his coat and car keys, and said, “This time… no need to pretend I’m a taxi.” I smiled. For the first time in weeks, I smiled without pain. People say love is soft. Ours wasn’t. It was wild, inconvenient, and impossible. His board hated me. His world whispered I wasn’t good enough. One day, I heard one of the executives call me “street trash.” That was it for me. I wrote my resignation letter that night. “I didn’t come to ruin your image,” I told him, placing the letter on his desk. “You gave me dignity. That’s enough.” He reached for me. “You’re the only real thing in my life.” But I walked away. Months passed. I found another job. Nothing fancy, but it was mine. I paid the bills. Took care of my mom. Lived quietly. But I never knew… never knew that Jace was behind the hospital paying her chemo. That he made sure my siblings never missed school. Never knew how many nights he waited outside, just to make sure I was safe. Sometimes, when I see a black car on the street, my heart still races. Not because I’m hoping it’s him. But because I know… He never stopped caring. To be continue ......

Burkina Faso replies US General for saying Ibrahim Traore is using gold reserves for his personal gains The Burkinabè government isn’t here for any w,ild allegations. They’ve just clapped back at US AFRICOM Commander General Michael Langley after he boldly claimed during a US Senate hearing that Burkina Faso’s gold revenue is being used to prop up its military-led government — and not to serve the people. Langley didn’t hold back. “Captain Traoré in Burkina Faso… their gold reserves are just in exchange to protect the junta regime,” he said. But Burkina Faso said: Nah, that’s not it. In a statement dated April 16, the country’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs called the claims “regrettable” and “gravely inaccurate,” warning that such comments distort the real picture on the ground and undermine the credibility of its leadership. They slammed the general for making “sweeping claims without evidence” and for ignoring their recent efforts to fight corruption, promote transparency, and fairly distribute national wealth.

How the Poor Homeless Girl He Picked Up from the Street Restored Peace to His Family Episode 2: “The Secret Daniel Was Hiding” Amanda had never known peace like this. It had been three weeks since Daniel rescued her. Every morning, she woke up to sunlight pouring through clean windows, the smell of breakfast floating from the kitchen, and the sound of birds—not screams. But peace, she soon learned, didn’t mean perfect. Daniel’s home was big, beautiful, and calm on the outside. But something about it felt... heavy. There were rooms no one entered. People in the house spoke in hushed voices when Daniel wasn’t around. And every night, he disappeared into the study and stayed there for hours, alone. Amanda didn’t ask questions—not yet. She was just grateful. One rainy afternoon, Amanda stood by the window, watching raindrops race each other down the glass. She was lost in thought when Daniel’s younger sister, Mira, walked in. “You really changed things here,” Mira said softly. Amanda turned. “Me? How?” Mira smiled sadly. “Before you came, Daniel barely spoke. After our parents died in that accident, he shut everyone out. Especially Desmond. The two of them blamed each other for everything.” Amanda lowered her eyes. “I didn’t do anything special.” “You reminded him what it means to care again,” Mira said. “But...” she paused. “There’s something you don’t know.” Amanda’s chest tightened. “What is it?” Mira hesitated. Then whispered, “Daniel used to be engaged.” Amanda blinked. “Used to?” “She left him. Right before the accident. She said he changed. That he was hiding something.” Mira looked at Amanda carefully. “Be careful. I love my brother, but there’s a side of him he never talks about.” That night, Amanda couldn’t sleep. Her mind replayed Mira’s words over and over. Daniel had been nothing but kind, but now she noticed things she hadn’t before—the way he flinched at certain sounds, the way he locked his study, the nightmares that made him shout in his sleep. One evening, Amanda passed by the study and saw the door slightly open. Inside, Daniel sat with a photo in his hand, his back to the door. She almost walked away—but then she heard him whisper a name. “Sarah... I’m sorry.” Amanda froze. She stepped back quietly, her heart racing. That night, she barely slept. The next morning, she found Daniel in the garden, alone. “Can I ask you something?” she said gently. He looked at her. “Of course.” “Who’s Sarah?” Silence. The birds seemed to stop singing. Daniel looked away. “She was the woman I was going to marry.” Amanda nodded slowly. “What happened?” He sighed. “I... I wasn’t the man she thought I was. After our parents died, I made choices. Cold ones. I got involved in things... to protect this house, this family. But it cost me her.” Amanda stepped closer. “And now?” He looked at her. “Now I’m trying to fix everything. Starting with you.” She felt her chest tighten again—but not from fear. From something else. Something deeper. Amanda didn’t know where this journey was leading. But one thing was clear—Daniel had saved her. And maybe now... it was her turn to save him.

My girlfriend Olivia chased me out of her house after I told her that I will go ahead and marry Amaka the girl my mom betrothed me to. I could see the anger on her face. I knew that I disappointed her. The 20million I sent to her which she returned back was nothing compared to the love I have for her. According to what my mother told me. Amaka's father has already given me time to marry his daughter or else all the assets I had will be seized. If I didn't marry his daughter, I will end up losing all I have. He gave me the position of an assistant manager to prove to me he can make me the owner only if I married his daughter. The whole situation was complicated. I went back home that day, sitting on my sofa. I told my mom that I would go ahead with the wedding. My mother was happy when I told her. "So Amaka has to move in to your room". My mother said to me. I nodded to yes. Amaka oya go and pack your bags from the guest room and move into your husband's room. My mother said to Amaka. I watched as Amaka packed her bags to my room. Just then I received a call from my best friend Jide. "Howfa bro, how did the conversation with Olivia go"? Jide asked me over the phone. "I have decided to marry her". I said to Jide. Now you are talking, you are a man. Jide said to me praising me. I decided to marry Amaka. I said to him. Amaka? Jide asked me to be sure he heard what I said right. Yeah. Bro, that's the best decision now. I said to Jide. After my conversation with Jide, I finally went in to have a shower. I saw Amaka sleeping peacefully on my bed. After having my shower, I came to the bed and laid down. I started remembering all the good times I had with Olivia. How I promised her that I was going to marry her no matter what happened. All the time we spent together. That night all my thought was about Olivia. Amaka woke up in the middle of the night and saw my head up. Baby ain't you sleeping? Amaka asked me trying to be romantic. I will sleep later. I said to Amaka. I can't sleep if you won't sleep. Amaka said to me trying to be babyish. Come on just sleep. I said. After much persuasion from her I decided to sleep. The following morning immediately I woke up preparing to dress to work. My mother came into my room. "Amaka's father would like to see you this evening". My mother said to me. Okay. I replied my mother. Immediately I finished having my bath, Amaka already arranged some clothes that I will be wearing to work. I went to work that day, again I didn't concentrate much at work, I kept on thinking if I made the right decision in choosing to marry Amaka. I mean I'm talking about my future here. The manager of the company made matters worst. Maybe he is angry that I'm his assistant manager, rumor has it in the company that he wants his girlfriend to take that position. Since I was promoted as the assistant manager he has been looking for every slightest opportunity to query me. Ayochidi your incompetence in this company is becoming out of hand, sometimes I wonder what the MD saw in you to make you my assistant manager. I promise you when I finally get promoted as the MD, You will be the first on my list to be fired. The manager yelled at me after I showed him the work he asked me to help him do, which he was supposed to do by himself. Get out of my sight. The Manager said to me. I quietly left his office. At the end of the day. I went home and prepared to join my wife to be to go see her father. When I got home Amaka was already getting ready. I went to the shower to take my bath. Immediately I was done, I dressed in my native wear and off we drove to go see my father in-law and my mother in-law. When I got to Amaka's parent house they already prepared to receive me. In-law you are already here? Make yourself at home. Amaka's father said to me. So I'm sure your mother must have told you everything. Amaka's father said to me. Yes sir. I replied. Good; Good, have you officially proposed to my daughter yet? He asked me. No sir. I replied. No problem. We Will have to plan a proposal party. A big one. Amaka's father said to me. Okay sir. I replied. Then he handed me something in an envelope. What's this sir? I asked Amaka's father. "That's an agreement document in marrying my daughter". Amaka's father said. What? I asked. Just go through it, before signing it. He said. Just then Amaka's mother called someone. "Olivia get me the red wine on the bar". Amaka's mother called out. And immediately my girlfriend Olivia came to our table with a red wine. What was Olivia doing here? I said to myself in shock immediately I saw her. Amaka just let out an evil smile immediately she saw the shock on my face. To Be Continued. Title: Promise 6

A lawyer sold his well to a teacher. Two days later, the lawyer came to the teacher and said, "Sir, I sold you the well, but it's not with the water inside! If you want to use the water, you will have to pay extra." The teacher smiled and replied, "Yes, I was about to come to you. I was going to say that you should take your water from my well, or else you will have to start paying rent from tomorrow." Hearing this, the lawyer got nervous and said, "Oh, I was just joking!" The teacher laughed and said, "This is how people like you become lawyers after studying with us." Salute to teachers! Please like and comment 🙏🙏

“CAN TWO PEOPLE BE IN LOVE AND STILL BE INCOMPATIBLE?” Two people can be madly in love, light up when they see each other, finish each other's sentences, can't seem to stay away from one another, and yet behind the smiles and chemistry, there's tension. Arguments that don’t get resolved. Deep needs that remain unmet, and over time, love alone doesn’t seem to be enough to hold them together. This is because love is a feeling. It’s powerful, emotional, and sometimes irrational. It's what draws you in, makes your heart race, and convinces you this is the one. But compatibility? That’s the everyday stuff. It’s how well your values, life goals, communication styles, beliefs, and habits align. It’s what determines whether two people can actually do life together peacefully and productively. You can love someone deeply and still struggle to communicate effectively with them. You can feel butterflies and still clash when it comes to handling money, raising kids, spirituality, or dealing with conflict. Here are Signs of Incompatibility Despite Love You love spending time together but argue about everything that matters. Your goals and life visions are constantly pulling you in opposite directions. You feel unheard, unseen, or unvalued despite the affection. You're always trying to “fix” or “change” each other instead of accepting one another. It’s painful. Because it creates a confusing emotional space—“If we love each other this much, shouldn’t it be enough?” But relationships aren't just about feelings; they’re about functioning well together over time. Many people stay in unhealthy or chaotic relationships simply because they are in love. But love alone won’t resolve deep incompatibilities. It won’t change someone’s core values or lifestyle choices. This is because love isn't always enough to build a stable, and fulfilling relationship. So, understanding this truth helps you to make wiser decisions—whether it’s walking away or choosing to work intentionally on your differences. Because in the end, the goal isn’t just to fall in love—it’s to stay in love, grow together, and enjoy peace while doing life side by side.

"YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A WIFE, NOT A GUEST!" MY HUSBAND SH0UTED WHEN I REFUSED TO COOK FOR HIS FAMILY “And my opinion doesn’t matter to anyone?” Natasha said, placing the dustpan back on the shelf as she turned to her husband. There was pain in her voice. “I’m a person too, Lucifer. I’m tired.” “You must remember you’re a wife, not a guest!” Lucifer barked, his face reddening with anger. “You have responsibilities to the family!” Natasha tapped her fingers on the countertop, watching as the kettle began to bubble, filling the kitchen with steam. The Sunday morning air was unusually quiet, as though the world had decided to grant her a brief reprieve. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently illuminating every corner, every speck of dust. For a moment, she simply stood there, soaking in the rare stillness. Five years ago, when Lucifer and Natasha had moved into the apartment, its walls were bare, the décor minimal. Now, every corner radiated warmth and comfort. She remembered the time spent choosing the perfect wallpaper for the living room, the endless debates with Lucifer over the color of the curtains, and the joy she felt when she finally found the ideal sofa. “Good morning,” Lucifer greeted sleepily as he shuffled into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?” “Omelet with mushrooms and tomatoes,” Natasha said with a smile, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “And some fresh coffee.” Lucifer approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “You really are the mistress of the house, aren’t you?” he remarked in a tone that immediately put Natasha on guard. Something about his voice hinted at an ulterior motive. “What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes. “Nothing in particular,” Lucifer replied, looking away. “It’s just that my mother and Katherine plan to drop by. Just for lunch.” Natasha exhaled sharply. “Just for a little while” in Lucifer’s family often stretched into long hours. She clenched her fists, fighting to keep her frustration from showing. “What time will they arrive?” she asked, her voice already laced with tension. “Around one or two,” Lucifer said, pausing before adding, “and… Katherine will bring the kids.” Natasha silently counted to ten. Katherine’s six-year-old twins were more than mischievous—they were miniature hurricanes. After their visits, the apartment always resembled the aftermath of a war zone. “Fine,” Natasha said, grabbing a frying pan and turning on the stove. “I suppose I’ll have to dash to the store—there’s not enough food.” “Honey, you know how much my mother loves your dishes,” Lucifer said, trying to pull her into an embrace. But Natasha sidestepped, pretending not to notice. Victoria Demson, Lucifer’s mother, never missed an opportunity to critique Natasha’s cooking. Sometimes the soup was too salty, sometimes the meat undercooked, and sometimes the salad was labeled too bland. By two o’clock, the apartment sparkled with cleanliness. In the oven, a casserole of potatoes and meat roasted, filling the air with its mouthwatering aroma. In the fridge sat the cake that Victoria adored, waiting to be served. The doorbell rang at precisely 14:15. Natasha adjusted her apron and went to answer. “Niku-sha!” Victoria Demson burst into the hallway like a whirlwind, her coat trailing behind her. “How are you, dear?” Katherine followed closely, her twins charging into the living room without removing their shoes. “Kids, shoes!” Natasha called out sharply. “Oh, let them be,” Victoria interjected, waving her hand dismissively. “You know how hard it is for them to sit still.” Natasha pressed her lips together, watching dirty footprints streak across her light carpet. Every time, she wondered why no one taught them to remove their shoes, but she kept her thoughts to herself. No one listened anyway. “What’s for lunch?” Katherine asked, stepping into the kitchen. “Oh, casserole? Mom, remember the one I made last week with mushrooms? It was a masterpiece!” “Of course I do, sweetheart,” Victoria said with a smile, settling at the table. “Niku-sha, you could learn a thing or two from Katherine. She has such a talent for cooking.” Natasha stayed silent, methodically arranging the c:u:tlery. From the living room, a cra$h echoed—something had fallen to the floor. “Lucifer, can you see what your nephews have done?” Natasha said calmly. “Oh, come on,” Lucifer replied dismissively, not even looking up. “Let them play—they’re just kids.” “Exactly!” Victoria chimed in. “Niku-sha, you’re so proper. Everything has to be perfect with you.” “I just like order,” Natasha replied softly. “There should be life in a home!” Victoria declared loudly. “You’re always fussing over cleanliness, Niku-sha. Imagine if you had kids—you’d be chasing them with a rag all day!” Natasha felt her cheeks b:u:rn. The topic of children was a raw one—after two failed pregnancies, doctors had advised her to wait before trying again. She sw@ll0wed the words b:u:rning on her t0ngue and stayed silent. Lunch unfolded in the same ve!n. Victoria offered unsolicited advice, Katherine boasted about her culinary skills, and the twins left a trail of cha0s throughout the apartment. Lucifer sat back, seemingly enjoying the lively atmosphere, oblivious to the growing tension in Natasha. “You know, Niku-sha,” Victoria said, finishing her second slice of cake, “Katherine and I were thinking—maybe we should gather at your place every Sunday? Your kitchen is so spacious, and you cook… well, with soul.” SEE THE CONTINUATION IN THE COMMENTS BELOW! ⬇️⬇️

WE HAVE TURNED TO SPIRITUAL MEANS. WE’VE STARTED FROM KOGI AND KWARA - ADEGBENRO OGUNLANA According to Punch, as insecurity escalates across Nigeria, various forest-based security groups have renewed their call for federal recognition, insisting they can combine traditional spiritual methods with local expertise to combat terrorism. Among them is the Agbekoya Farmers’ Society, whose Secretary-General, Adegbenro Ogunlana, revealed that spiritual interventions have already been deployed in parts of the country, following directives from the Ifa oracle. He said, "We have turned to spiritual means. We’ve started from Kogi and Kwara." According to Ogunlana, sacrifices were carried out across Yoruba-speaking regions, including Kogi and Kwara states, to ward off attacks. He claimed some community members aiding terrorists had been apprehended, stressing that the spiritual approach aims to restore peace and combat threats from within. He lamented the absence of centralized leadership in Yorubaland and expressed concern that state institutions often discourage self-defense, even as terror groups operate using spiritual tools. Ogunlana emphasized that the intervention became necessary as violent attacks continued to plague Yoruba communities, especially those with significant natural resources. In response, the Aare Ona Kakanfo of Yorubaland, Gani Adams, acknowledged the worsening security situation and noted that discussions were ongoing with senior Yoruba leaders. He pointed to intelligence reports indicating that terrorists have infiltrated strategic areas, particularly mineral-rich communities. Adams warned that the infiltration of Ibadan and other cities suggests a deepening crisis, which the political class is largely ignoring. Meanwhile, the Commander of Patrol and Guards for the Nigeria Forest Security Service (NFSS) in North-Central, Alhaji Muhammad Ahmed, urged President Bola Tinubu to sign a pending bill that would formalize their operations. He disclosed that the NFSS, formerly known as the Nigerian Hunters and Forest Security Service, already has Senate and House approval and is only awaiting presidential assent. Ahmed emphasized that real hunters, distinct from administrative personnel, possess spiritual abilities vital to confronting the nation’s security challenges. He claimed these operatives understand the terrain of the forests where terrorists hide and have encountered them on several occasions. He expressed strong confidence that once the NFSS is legalized, spiritual forces alongside traditional bushcraft will be strategically deployed to neutralize criminal threats. Ahmed believes this dual approach will drastically reduce violence and restore national security.

I“I will never forget the lesson Wizkid taught me. You see, back in the day when I was still under Mavin Records, I dropped one of the biggest love songs in Africa—‘Romantic.’ I featured Tiwa Savage on the track, and the plan was for us to play lovebirds in the music video. You know, hold hands, dance a little, maybe even vibe like a real couple. But guess what? Tiwa said, ‘I can’t do this. You’re like a child to me. I’m 17 years older than you. I can’t let a small boy rock my body in a music video.’ I was shocked! I mean, it’s just acting, right? But she wouldn’t agree. Because of that, the director had to find a vixen to replace her for the romantic scenes. No problem, we moved on. Fast forward a few years later, and this same Tiwa was not just dancing but tw£rking for Wizkid! She was all over him, online and offline—and mind you, she’s still older than him, about 11 years’ difference. But this time, age wasn’t a problem anymore. Make money and be honour Life isn’t balanced at all.”

*Your Real Life Partner Is Not Your Spouse!* Not your mom. Not your dad. Not your spouse. Not your dear friend Not even your children. *It’s Your Body!* The one thing that stays with you from birth till death is the one you often ignore — Your Body. When your body is tired, it whispers. When you don’t listen, it screams. And when it finally gives up, no one else can carry that consequence but you. What you eat. How you sleep. The way you handle stress. The exercise you avoid. The sugar you won’t stop eating. They are all love letters or hate mails to your body. And your body is always reading them. You can replace a job. You can marry someone else. You can disown whosoever. You can borrow money. But you can’t trade bodies. So start showing up for your realest partner... —Eat with intention. —Move daily. —Sleep like it’s sacred. —Think thoughts that nourish, not that which poison. —Say no to stress that’s killing you slowly. Your body is not a container. It’s a companion. Treat it like it matters — because it does. Indeed, *Your body is where you live... Take very good care of it!*

WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WIFE REFUSES TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU I hope am talking to mature people here. 1. PREPARE HER Sometimes it is not that she does not want to make love to you but that all you have to do is prepare her with foreplay to get her in the mood 2. DO NOT FORCE HER Do not force yourself on her in the name of demanding for your conjugal rights. Forcing an adult to have sex is demeaning and disrespectful 3. CHECK IF YOU HAVE BEEN HURTING HER EMOTIONS If you have been hurting or ignoring her emotions, she will struggle to be sexually attracted to you. Women make love with their heart. If her heart is bruised, she will struggle to give you her body 4. CHECK IF LAST TIME YOU WERE TOO ROUGH ON HER If last time you were too rough on her leaving her vagina, clitoris or nipples sore; she might be uncomfortable about letting you have her. Learn to be gentle 5. CHECK IF YOU HAVE UNADDRESSED ISSUES If there are matters in your marriage that are not being concluded, intimacy will suffer. Stop ignoring the issues. The sooner you solve them the better 6. CHECK IF SHE SUSPECTS YOU OF CHEATING If she knows of or suspects you are cheating, it will be a barrier between you two. If you have been cheating, stop it and win back her trust. If she suspects but it is not true, allay her fears and make her secure 7. CUDDLE HER Sometimes this means more to her than love making. This goes a long way to show her she is not a sex object. This secures her and in doing so, she will enjoy making love with you 8. GAUGE HER MENSTRUATION CYCLE Know your wife's monthly period cycle. Not every wife lies they are on their periods 9. FIND OUT IF SOMETHING IS STRESSING HER Maybe there is something outside of your marriage that is disturbing her, maybe it is work issues, financial issues, her health, the children, her parents, a past trauma. Hear her out and show her that you are on her side.