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A true friend is like a penis, he stands up for you in times of need.

A genuine friend is like a bra, she supports you at all times.

A faithful friend is like a condom , he protects you from all harm.

A loving friend is like a vagina, she accomodates you fully despite the size of your problem.

1. Kamasutra says : If you suck one nipple, the woman herself offers the other one. And that was the origin of "buy one get one free"!

2. Did you ever notice: everything on a woman's upper body starts with a "B". Blouse, Bra, Bikini, ***** & lower body with a "P" Peticoat, panties, ... That's origin of "BP"!

3. Before sèx, you help each other get naked. After sèx, you dress only yourself. Moral: In life no one helps you once you're f..ked.

4. Success is like pregnancy. Everybody congratulates you but nobody knows how many times you got fucked to achieve it.

5. Life is like a ****, sometimes it becomes hard for no reason.

6. Practical thought: A husband is supposed to make his wife's panties wet, not her eyes. A wife is supposed to make her husband's **** hard, not his life..!

When a lady is pregnant,
all her friends touch her stomach ad say "Congrats!".
But none of them come and touch the man's Penis and say "Well done!".

Moral: Hard work is never appreciated: Only results matter.

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Listen up, son.

There’s no story more emotional, more dramatic, or more manipulative than that of a broke woman looking to fleece you.

A broke woman is a walking crisis. Today it’s her gas. Tomorrow it’s her mother’s surgery. Next week it’s her little brother’s school fees. After that, her auntie’s dog was kidnapped by boko haram.

Real problems. Fake problems. Imaginary ones too. All on your small, struggling head. You will age quickly.

Why? Because she doesn’t work. She doesn’t build. She’s lazy, entitled, and broke but she still has needs. She still wants to eat, dress up, take selfies, and live soft. And since she can’t provide, she survives by lying, crying, and seducing men.

The worst part is you’re not the only one she’s running this game on. You’re just one of many. No company runs and survives on just one customer. Una many!

She targets men with soft hearts. Men with a savior complex. Men who feel guilty saying “no.” and in return, she offers her body because in her mind, that’s her only currency.

Let me be blunt: A broke girl doesn’t love you, she loves what you can do for her and the moment you stop doing it or can’t provide anymore, she vanishes and finds another man who can.

Don’t build with a liability. Choose a woman who’s financially responsible. I didn’t say rich; I said responsible for her own good. A woman who can feed herself, transport herself, recharge her phone, buy her own toiletries and fill her own gas, all without turning her needs into prayer points or a pity party.

That’s the barest minimum because the truth is this, a broke woman will always monetize love. She'll turn her body into an office to survive.

You were not born to be an emergency fund for irresponsible women. Build with value. Love a woman with dignity, not desperation. Leave broke women alone!

Clear?

The Man Who Loved Deeply: Arjunbhai’s Story

Arjunbhai Manubhai Patoliya was a devoted husband, a caring father, and a hardworking man originally from Vadiya, a village in Gujarat, India. In search of a better life, he moved to London, where he built a home with his beloved wife, Bharatiben, and their two young daughters.

Life in London wasn’t always easy, but Arjunbhai was known among friends as someone who smiled through struggles. He worked hard, loved harder, and kept his roots close. But fate had other plans.

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In early June 2025, tragedy struck—Bharatiben passed away, leaving behind a grieving husband and two heartbroken daughters. Her dying wish was simple, yet sacred: she wanted her ashes immersed in her hometown river in Gujarat.

Arjunbhai, despite his own grief, honored that wish. He traveled thousands of miles back to Vadiya with her ashes, leaving his daughters temporarily in the care of relatives in London.

Back in his homeland, surrounded by mourning relatives, he carried out her besnu and other final rituals with a heavy heart. Every step was a tribute to the love they had shared.

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On 12 June 2025, having fulfilled his wife’s last wishes, Arjunbhai boarded Air India Flight AI171 in Ahmedabad, bound for London. He was eager to reunite with his daughters—to hold them, to grieve with them, to begin rebuilding their lives.

But fate, once again, was cruel.

Just 30 seconds after takeoff, the aircraft crashed into a building near B.J. Medical College in Ahmedabad. 241 people died that day. Only one person survived.

Among the victims was Arjunbhai Patoliya.

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His two daughters in London—already mourning their mother—were now orphaned.

Friends and family were shattered. One friend said, “He was a pillar of strength for his daughters. He lived for his family. What happened is beyond cruel.”

His story spread across India and the UK, not just as a statistic, but as a reminder of the human cost of tragedy.

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Arjunbhai’s life was one of devotion, responsibility, and quiet strength. He didn’t just bury his wife—he buried a part of himself, only to unknowingly walk into the arms of fate.

Now, his story is remembered as a heartbreaking symbol of love and loss—a man who honored every promise he made, until the very end.

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Hello GADA Family,

It's Friday and I am so excited. This is a gentle reminder that we've made it through another week of showing up, doing our best and learning through it all. Whether you're managing a team, running a business, or building your career one day at a time, take a moment to breathe and reflect.

- How did you lead this week?
- How did you show up for yourself, not just your work?

I believe in working with excellence and heart. Leadership isn't just about titles, it's about how we carry ourselves, how we treat others and how we honour our personal growth while pursuing professional goals.

So today, pause and celebrate:
The grace you extended to others and yourself
The quiet strength behind every task you completed
The boundaries you protected.

While we are celebrating the official launching of GADA Platform online, let this weekend be a soft reset. Reset. Reflect. Reconnect with your "Why" because next week, we rise again, grounded, focused and full of promises.

Selah!

Regina Edem
Employee Relation Personnel

I have just moved into this neighborhood and I usually leave my windows open until around 10:00pm at night before closing them.

One of my neighbour cautioned me but I told her, it is for ventilation, she warned that it's not safe to leave windows or doors open until late at night especially in this part of Abuja, but I told her ''greater is he that is in me''. Sometimes she'll be the one to help me close them.

One evening after coming back from work, I was so exhausted and needed to take a nap so I can cook when I wake.

‌Unfortunately I realised that the time was already 2:00am at night
‌As I panned toward my room windows-- behold they were all open.
‌Engulfed by great fear, as every fibre of my being became feeble, I quickly hoped to close the windows, just then I noticed something strange
‌
A cold HAND HELD MINE

At that point I was blank, lost and feared for my own life..... even though the hand left mine minutes later. (There was a great quake within me, my spirit left the body that once housed it)

Could this be the reason my neighbour always warned me about leaving my windows open?

Early the next morning, After narrating the incident to my neighbour, that was when she told me I was even lucky my hand wasn't chopped off

Look, she said ;
Pointing her finger towards the open field adjacent our compound ---That used to be a cemetery before people started building houses there

Hope it's not what am thinking
Tell me it's not true
It was just imagination
No, Never

I no longer keep anything open these days, be it morning or night.

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Thirty-two years ago, Nigeria stood on the cusp of greatness. The winds of democratic change were sweeping through Africa, and all eyes turned to our nation with hope, hope that Nigeria would rise as a beacon of liberty, justice, and self-determination. I was privileged to be an active participant in that defining chapter, which culminated in a historic election that captured the imagination of the world and reshaped our political destiny.

It was a moment of great promise and great sacrifice.

The political class made painful compromises, but it was the Nigerian people who bore the heaviest burden. They yearned for a new democratic order, and many paid dearly for it. I, too, made my fair share of sacrifices, most notably setting aside my own presidential ambition in deference to the late Chief MKO Abiola, a gesture made in faith and fidelity to a higher national cause.

But others gave far more. The late Alhaja Kudirat Abiola, Tafida Shehu Musa Yar’Adua, Alfred Rewane; these brave souls gave their lives in pursuit of a freer Nigeria. Their memories are etched into our national conscience and must never be forgotten.

The gains of June 12 were hard-won. But sadly, the democratic promise that blossomed in 1999 is being steadily dismantled before our very eyes.

Today, Nigeria teeters on the edge of a dangerous precipice—a creeping one-party dictatorship is replacing the democratic order we bled for. Those who laid down their lives did not do so for Nigerians to groan under the yoke of authoritarianism and economic suffocation.

The ruling party and its federal government now govern with the unmistakable intent to dominate, subdue, and silence. Their tactics are not subtle. Opposition voices are being systematically erased. Contracts for multi-billion-naira infrastructure are funnelled to cronies and family associates of the president. National institutions, once symbols of unity, are being brazenly renamed in honour of a sitting president, as though the country were a private estate.

What we are witnessing is not governance, it is conquest.

This government represents the lowest ebb in our democratic journey. Institutions have been weaponized. Policies are crafted not to empower the people but to entrench fear, obedience, and control. The common Nigerian has been abandoned at the altar of elite comfort. And make no mistake: this is the antithesis of everything June 12 stands for.

We are again at a historic threshold. Nigeria must choose: the path of democratic renewal or the dark alley of despotism.

The ongoing effort to build a broad, united opposition front is not about power for power’s sake. It is a moral imperative. It is about defending the legacy of June 12. It is about ensuring that no one, no matter how powerful is allowed to privatize the state and reduce the people to pawns in their political chess game.

It is about reclaiming Nigeria for Nigerians and safeguarding the future of generations unborn.

This is not just a political contest; it is a moral crusade. A struggle to liberate our economy, our democracy, and our dignity from the grip of authoritarian forces. And like every righteous struggle, it demands courage, clarity, and collective resolve.

As long as oppression thrives, June 12 lives on, not just as memory, but as movement. The time to rise is now. -AA