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*27 WAYS TO BUILD A HAPPY AND LONG LASTING MARRIAGE 👩🧑💖* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaGhjo07tkjCfXdy322U Marriage is a beautiful and fulfilling relationship that requires commitment, love, and sacrifice. No matter what culture you belong to, what religion you believe, what society, level of wealth, or era you live in – one thing common to all people is that they want to be "happy", especially in their marriages. What Should you do? 1. Love the person you married, not the person you hoped you married. Accept your spouse totally. You cannot love a man/woman you do not accept. Stop comparing your spouse with anyone, he or she can never be somebody else. Until you accept your spouse, you can't get the best out of your marriage 2. Understand each other. No marriage succeeds without understanding. Learn to know one another as best as you can. Understand you are not the same and may never be. Respect that you are both individuals. Get to know each other strengths and weaknesses. Strengthen each other's weaknesses. 3. Be quick to forgive and quicker to apologize. Love forgives. Learn to accept apology. Freely forgive your spouse’s past, present and future offenses. Never refer to his/her past mistakes. Never go to bed with anger or unsettled quarrel. Marriage is two forgivers living together. 4. Ask your spouse, "What can I do for you today?" every single day. 5. Never talk bad about your spouse to other people. Protect him or her and always keep his or her name safe. Fight for each other, not with each other. 6. Have lots of s*x. Enjoy S*x with your spouse. Never withhold s*x as a punishment. 7. Keep the word "divorce" out of your vocabulary. Remember your vows. Review them on a regular basis. 8. Provide for the needs of your spouse and children. Never be stingy to your spouse. Care for his/her needs. Be generous to him/her. Pay your children’s school fees promptly and regularly. Marriage is not 50/50. It's 100/100. Give yourself entirely, and don't hold back. Men, Be sensitive to your wife’s needs. Spend money to beautify her. 9. Be faithful to your spouse. Being unfaithful is the easiest way to completely ruin your marriage. Adultery kills. 10. Understand and learn each other's love language. Either it can be words, gifts, touch, actions, etc. If it is words, then frequently tell your spouse you love and appreciate him/ her. If it is action: regularly do things that they appreciate: either take the garbage out, wash the dishes, cook the food, wash the car, etc Spoil each other. Keep track of the things your spouse loves and buy them for him or her. 11. Communication is the key to a relationship. Talk like friends and lovers. Don’t make your spouse guess what you are thinking or feeling. Don't expect him/her to read your mind. You should feel free to discuss all things without fear. 12. Always listen attentively to your spouse. Switch off your phone or television, shut down your computer or iPad and newspapers, books and magazine should be closed. The greatest communication skill you can develop is the listening skill. Be quiet and patient while he/she is speaking, when he/she is done, you can express your opinion. Look straight into his/her eyes when he is talking to you or when you’re talking to him. This will make him/her feel that you are interested in what he/she wants to say. 13. Love, respect and courtesy are basic ingredients of happy married life. Give them generously to your spouse. Show your spouse how much you love, care and appreciate him/her regularly. Say, "I love you," every single day. 14. Be honest and show sincere appreciation. Appreciate each other. Show your spouse appreciation for the little things. Be thankful and say so!!! Find something that you appreciate about your spouse and say thank you. 15. Surprise each other with lovely gifts, kiss and s*x. Kiss passionately. Hold hands. Cuddle. Make physical affection a priority in your marriage. 16. Make quality time for each other. Keep dating each other. Put your marriage and spouse before your children. Play together. Never lose your sense of humor. Make your spouse your best friend. 17. Share everything...no secrets between you. Be open with your spouse. 18. Be polite and courteous to each other. Saying thank you, please and I am sorry. 19. Get rid of bad habits. Don’t do those things your spouse hates. Don’t do things that hurt him/her. Develop a godly character. Don’t create a hostile environment for your spouse. Focus on making your spouse happy. The best way to improve your relationship is to improve yourself. 20. Always be honest to your partner. Lying never gets you anywhere 21. Aim to do something at least once per week together. It does not matter what, even if it is to eat together, bath together, watch movies together, read books together and share light conversation 22. Do NOT look at other marriages and covet. No marriage is prefect. Remember, the grass is not greener on the other side. You will still have to maintain, mow and weed that side too! 23. Work at your marriage. If you ever lack motivation for your marriage and feel like the flame has gone dead. Just try to imagine yourself without your spouse. Talk to anyone who has lost their soul mate and they'll tell you that they will give anything to have back that special someone. Remember, it is your marriage and you have come this far. Make the best of it. Pledge to yourself that you will do your part and try your best. Remember that you chose your spouse for forever. 24. All issues need to have a solution and be resolved at the time of the conversation. Finish what you start otherwise things just hang in the balance,which leads to future problems. 25. Don't make mountains out of mole hills. Don't waste your time fighting over little things. It's not worth it. Let small things go. 26. Don't broadcast your problems to everyone else. If you need to talk to someone about it, other than your spouse, get a therapist. 27. Above all: Serve God together, Pray together & Pray for one another. Pray for your spouse daily in your personal prayers. Be specific. Talk to God about his or her challenges and trials, and ask Him what you can do to be a better spouse. You will not fail in your marriage in Jesus name Kindly share..

Oyo State Governor, Seyi Makinde has gifted brand-new Changan CS55 SUVs to all Local Government Chairmen across the state. The Changan CS55, named Nigeria’s Car of the Year 2024, boasts modern safety features like lane-keeping assist and traffic jam assist. Sources also confirm that similar vehicles will soon be presented to Local Government Vice Chairmen and other key appointees. Governor Seyi Makinde’s bold gesture of gifting Changan CS55 SUVs to all Local Government Chairmen has drawn admiration for its symbolism of leadership empowerment and appreciation. However, keen observers may ask; Is this strategic empowerment or a subtle reinforcement of political loyalty? In a state where grassroots development remains crucial, some may wonder how such a high-profile move aligns with the pressing infrastructural needs of rural communities. Moreover, as expectations of leadership evolve, are we gradually normalizing luxury as a defining symbol of public service? Still, it cannot be denied that Governor Makinde has consistently raised the bar in responsive governance, his proactive style and people-centered policies continue to set him apart as one of Nigeria’s most visionary leaders. Congratulations to all LG Chairmen.

Gracious Father, I thank You profoundly for the gift of revelation. It humbles me that You choose to share Your divine secrets, not with the lofty and learned alone, but with all who seek Your face. I am deeply grateful for Your Spirit, who whispers Your truths into the fibers of our being, making known the riches of Your grace in ways that transcend our understanding. May my heart always be attuned to Your voice, and may Your wisdom guide my every step. In the loving name of Jesus, I pray. Amen.

The night I turned sixteen, I celebrated alone with a piece of dry bread I bought with my last ten naira and a silent wish whispered into the darkness. I didn’t have a cake, not even a smile from anyone in the house. Aunt Bola’s daughters were out at a birthday party, their laughter echoing in my ears as they slammed the door behind them, leaving me to wash the mountain of plates from dinner. My palms were raw and my feet swollen, but that night, something inside me snapped quietly. I didn’t cry. I didn’t hope. I just sat in the corner of the small room where I slept beside the mop and bucket, and I stared at the wall like it owed me answers. The truth is, pain had become too familiar—it no longer stung, it just settled like dust. But deep down, even in that hollow part of my soul, a flame was burning. I just didn’t know yet how dangerous it would become. The next morning, I was up before the sun. I cleaned, I swept, I cooked, then I left for school with the same torn sandals and a heart heavy with unspoken words. Mr. Bello, my literature teacher, stopped me in the corridor. He was the only adult who ever looked at me like I mattered. “Zarah,” he said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, “you’re gifted. Don’t let your circumstances define you.” That day, he gave me a form—an essay competition for underprivileged students. The prize was a full scholarship to any university in Nigeria. I held the form like it was gold. That night, while everyone slept, I wrote like my life depended on it. I poured every wound, every memory, every forgotten birthday and every hungry night into that essay. I wrote about being a shadow in a house that never called my name. I wrote about love that never came and hands that only knew how to beat or push away. I wrote until tears soaked the page. And I submitted it. Then I waited. Three weeks later, I heard my name announced over the assembly speaker. “Zarah Yusuf—please report to the principal’s office.” My heart raced. My hands trembled. I thought maybe they found out I’d used the house’s candle to write my essay or that I’d done something wrong. But when I entered the office, the principal was smiling. Mr. Bello stood beside him, tears in his eyes. “You won,” he whispered. “Zarah… you won.” That was the first time I felt my knees go weak from joy. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I’d won. A full scholarship. Freedom. A door out of my forgotten life. But when I got home and told Aunt Bola, her face changed. Her eyes narrowed. “So now you think you’re better than us?” she spat. “This is my house. You don’t make decisions without me.” That night, she locked the door and took the acceptance letter. She told me I wasn’t going anywhere. I begged. I cried. I even knelt. But she slapped me across the face and said, “You’ll leave this house in a coffin before you leave for university.” That night, I lay on the floor beside my broken hope and made a vow. I would leave. I didn’t know how, but I would. And I would never be forgotten again. Two days later, I ran. I took nothing but my ID card, a few clothes in a nylon bag, and the address of the scholarship office Mr. Bello had secretly written for me on a piece of paper. I left that house at 3 a.m. barefoot, walking for hours through empty streets, praying not to be caught, not to be dragged back. I reached the office just as dawn broke. I collapsed at the gate, too weak to stand. A woman found me and gave me water. That day, my life began to change. The scholarship board listened to my story. They called the school. They verified everything. And they accepted me—housing, feeding, education. Everything. I was finally free. But freedom came with guilt. I kept thinking of Mama. Did she know? Did she care? Did she even remember she had a daughter named Zarah? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I told myself I would never look back. But wounds don’t vanish just because the cage is gone. They bleed quietly. I slept in a new bed, but I still woke up reaching for a bucket to clean. I sat in classrooms with rich kids who didn’t know hunger, and I kept my head low, afraid to speak too loudly, afraid to be seen, because I wasn’t used to being noticed without punishment. But with time, I changed. I spoke. I learned. I excelled. I made friends who didn’t ask where I came from, only where I was going. And for the first time, I allowed myself to imagine love. Yes… love. Because in my final year, he came. A boy with soft eyes and a quiet voice. His name was Malik. He didn’t know my story. He just knew my smile. He said I had strength in my silence. He said my eyes looked like they had survived fire. And somehow, slowly, dangerously, I began to believe I deserved love too. But love has its price. And some wounds, no matter how deep you bury them, never stay buried forever. To be continued…… Title :FORGOTTEN CHILD 2 Written by Real life stories Do not copy or repost F Agent for more

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It’s been a hard few years—for a lot of people.⁠ You’ve carried so much.⁠ Worked through loss, grief, heartbreak…⁠ And still, you’ve stayed open.⁠ ⁠ That matters.⁠ ⁠ Because loving anything deeply means risking the pain of losing it.⁠ Grief is a double-edged sword.⁠ It cuts because you cared.⁠ It aches because it meant something.⁠ ⁠ That’s the gift.⁠ ⁠ You put your heart on the line knowing it might break.⁠ And sometimes, it does.⁠ But if you let those feelings move through you,⁠ if you trust the process…⁠ you’ll find your way to the other side of it.⁠ ⁠ You don’t have to fear heartbreak.⁠ ⁠ It might feel overwhelming at times—but that pain is proof you really lived.⁠ You gave it everything.⁠ You said yes to the experience.⁠ You loved fully, knowing it would change.⁠ ⁠ And that’s something to be proud of.⁠ ⁠ The time you spend with someone or something…⁠ That’s the real beauty of this whole thing.⁠ You grow.⁠ You learn.⁠ You expand.⁠ And even if it ends,⁠ you walk away a better version of yourself.⁠ ⁠ So when the grief rushes in,⁠ don’t run.⁠ Feel it.⁠ ⁠ It’s not here to destroy you.⁠ It’s here to remind you just how deeply you love.⁠ ⁠ Grief is a gift—its proof you lived with your heart open. -The Better Man Project