SEE WHAT A SLAY QUEEN NEIGHBOR DOES WITH HER NEIGHBORS' SON
Episode 3

Life was slowly beginning to change for Kobe after Auntie Merera’s arrest. The house felt different now. Even though his parents tried their best to smile and joke with him, Kobe could still feel the heavy silence in the air. Sometimes, he would wake up at night to hear his mother crying softly in the living room, whispering prayers for him.

The once lively Kobe was still struggling to return fully to the boy he had been. His nightmares were frequent — dreams where he would find himself trapped in Auntie Merera’s house, unable to escape no matter how loudly he screamed.

One afternoon, as Kobe sat quietly drawing pictures at the dining table, his father, Mr. Omari, came and sat beside him.

"Kobe," he said gently, "do you want to talk to Daddy about anything?"

Kobe put down his pencil and looked into his father's eyes. For the first time in months, he felt safe. But instead of speaking, he burst into tears. Mr. Omari immediately pulled him into a warm hug and allowed him to cry as much as he wanted. He did not interrupt him. He just held him tightly, rocking him gently.

From that day, Mr. and Mrs. Omari enrolled Kobe in a counseling center specifically for children who had faced trauma. It was there Kobe met Miss Clara, a young, friendly therapist who always wore colorful dresses and carried a little teddy bear with her to every session.

"This bear," Miss Clara would say, handing it to Kobe, "is called Brave. And you, Kobe, are Brave too."

At first, Kobe would barely speak during sessions, but Miss Clara was patient. Slowly, with time, Kobe began to open up more — not just about Auntie Merera, but about how abandoned he had felt when his parents were always working.

"I missed you both," Kobe said one evening as his parents sat with him at dinner. "Even before... everything happened."

Mr. and Mrs. Omari exchanged guilty looks. They realized that while they had been busy trying to secure Kobe’s future, they had neglected his present.

From that day forward, the Omari family made a new rule:
Family Time Every Evening.

No matter how busy work got, no matter how tired they were, they all had to spend two hours every evening together — playing board games, reading stories, cooking, or even just talking.

Gradually, the deep wounds in Kobe's heart began to heal. The nightmares became fewer. The smiles became more genuine. The bed-wetting reduced until one morning, Kobe woke up to a dry bed for the first time in months.

"Mummy! Daddy! Come and see!" he shouted excitedly.

When Mr. and Mrs. Omari rushed into his room and saw the clean sheets, they all burst into laughter and tears. They hugged and danced together right there in Kobe’s room.

At school, Auntie Anichi continued to check in on him often.

"Kobe, my champion," she would say, patting his head fondly. "You are so brave. Always remember that."

Meanwhile, news spread in the community about Auntie Merera’s arrest. Many parents became more cautious, and talks about child protection increased in the neighborhood.

One Saturday morning, Mr. Omari organized a Community Awareness Meeting at the town hall. He stood before the crowd and spoke from his heart.

"We almost lost our son," he said with a shaky voice. "We were too busy. Too trusting. And it cost us dearly. Please, let’s not assume that danger only comes from strangers. Sometimes, the greatest danger is someone you trust."

From that meeting, a new Neighborhood Watch group was formed. Volunteers patrolled after school hours, ensuring that children returned home safely. New rules were set: no child would stay alone with any adult without parental permission. The community finally woke up.

But despite the healing happening in Kobe's life, there was still one loose end — the court case.

Kobe was called to testify in court against Auntie Merera. It was a terrifying thought for a 10-year-old, but with Miss Clara and Auntie Anichi’s help, he prepared bravely.

The day he entered the courtroom, he felt his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Auntie Merera sat there, dressed simply, looking nothing like the happy neighbor he had once known.

"Kobe," the judge said kindly, "just tell us the truth. You are safe here."

With trembling hands but a strong voice, Kobe narrated everything — from the beginning to the end. Every adult in the courtroom listened in stunned silence. Some mothers sobbed quietly. Some men clenched their fists in anger.

By the end of the trial, Auntie Merera was found guilty of child sexual assault and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison with no option of parole.

It was over.

Really over.

As Kobe walked out of the courtroom, he felt the heavy burden that had been sitting on his chest lift for the first time. He was free.

Months passed.

Kobe returned fully to the vibrant boy he had once been — excelling in school, winning medals in soccer, laughing freely with his friends. He still visited Miss Clara occasionally, but it was now for happy talks, not heavy ones.

One evening, as he sat outside with his parents, looking at the sunset, he smiled and said, "I'm happy again."

Mr. and Mrs. Omari looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and his mother whispered, "Thank you, God, for giving us our son back."

To be continued...

To Be continued.....

Victory, dominion, and perfect health hallmark my daily life. I live in peace with prosperity because my mind continually stays on God’s Word. I do not worry about my health because the Lord has perfected all that concerns me.

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My Ex Used My Nude Photos in Court to Shame Me Into Giving Up Custody
Episode 1

The courtroom smelled like polished wood, cold air, and judgment. I sat there, numb, heart pounding as my lawyer whispered strategy into my ear—but it all sounded like static. Across the aisle sat the man I once loved, the man I shared a home, a bed, and a child with—Seyi. Three years ago, I left him because I found a voice I didn’t know I had, because the bruises on my body weren’t just from fists but from silence, from a marriage that wore me thin until I barely existed. I took our daughter—our sweet, bubbly three-year-old Mide—and left. I stayed silent. I didn’t drag his name. I didn’t tell the world what he did. I just left. For peace. For safety. For healing. But peace doesn’t last when you leave behind a man like Seyi—he doesn’t accept silence as survival, only as betrayal. And now he was here, suing me for full custody, claiming I was unstable, reckless, “morally unfit to parent a girl.” And then he did the unthinkable. He submitted Exhibit C. A flash drive. The judge raised an eyebrow. Seyi’s lawyer—a smug, sharp-tongued woman in designer heels—walked to the front and calmly plugged it in. “Your Honor,” she said, “this is a crucial element of our argument regarding Ms. Adaobi’s moral fitness.” And then the screen came to life. My breath caught. My soul left my body. My naked body, taken in secret—photos I sent Seyi when we were newly married. When I still trusted him. When love meant openness. They appeared one by one on the courtroom screen. I covered my mouth. My lawyer jumped up, objecting furiously. But it was too late. The judge had seen. The jury had seen. My parents had seen. Even the court clerk looked away in pity. My knees buckled. I fell back into the chair. My ears rang. “This is revenge,” my lawyer barked. “This is a violation of privacy. Those images have no relevance—” “On the contrary,” Seyi’s lawyer cut in. “They show recklessness, sexual irresponsibility, and the kind of decisions that should concern anyone responsible for a child’s development.” “They were married!” my lawyer shouted. “Consensual! This is illegal revenge porn!” But the judge only cleared his throat. “Enough. I’ve seen enough. Ms. Adaobi, do you have anything to say for yourself?” I turned my face toward him slowly, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I trusted him,” I said softly. “I loved him. Those were private. That was my husband.” The judge said nothing. And I knew, in that moment, I had lost. Seyi never looked at me. He kept his gaze forward, as if he hadn’t just exposed my body to strangers in the name of “concern.” That night, I cried until I vomited. My mother held my hair back, her own tears silent and angry. “He will not win,” she said. But I knew better. Men like Seyi didn’t fight fair. They fought to humiliate. To destroy. To erase. The next hearing was worse. Seyi’s team introduced character witnesses—his new wife, his pastor, even one of my old friends who he had obviously bribed. They all painted me as unstable, seductive, a party girl. They spoke about photos he claimed he “found on my phone,” said I had “multiple lovers,” and I sat there, trembling, unable to breathe, watching the court believe him. I tried to speak. I told the truth. I said he hit me. I said I left because I feared for Mide’s safety. But I had no hospital records, no police reports—because I had been too ashamed to file them. And shame doesn’t win custody cases. Evidence does. And Seyi had twisted mine into a noose. Two days later, I got the judgment. Joint custody. Shared rights. Mandatory visitations. But there was more. The judge had also recommended I seek counseling before resuming full-time parental duties. I had to “rebuild my moral integrity in the eyes of the court.” In other words, I was being punished for being a woman who once loved a man enough to trust him with her body. And now he used that love to make me look like filth. I hugged Mide that evening as she slept, breathing her in like she might disappear. She was still mine, but I no longer felt like her mother. I felt like a prisoner with limited visitation rights. I thought the worst was over. But then I found out what Seyi did next. He leaked the photos to a parenting blog. My face blurred. My body exposed. The caption read: “This woman fought for custody. Would you trust your child with her?” My phone rang nonstop. My job issued a warning. My landlord gave me notice. And somewhere, in a mansion paid for by my pain, my ex smiled—and slept soundly beside a woman he would destroy next.

To be continued.:.:

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God sometimes removes people from your life to protect you. Don't return to them.

Good Morning Friends. May God order your going out and coming in, Amen.

A Female Professor was invited for a lecture and the topic she chose to talk about was polygamy.

She talked on the benefits of polygamy, why women should embrace it and support their husbands towards achieving it.

As she kept emphasising on this topic, a lady from the audience raised her hand, stood up and introduced herself before speaking.

Lady: "Professor, I really appreciate this topic because am relieved of my fear, I never knew you are this simple and understanding. Your message has given me the opportunity to open up to you,"

She cleared her throat and continued....

"I have been married to your husband for the past four years, and between us, we have a set of twins "

To the greatest surprise of all in the hall, the Professor fainted and was rushed to the hospital.

After she was revived, she opened her eyes to see same lady standing by her bedside.

Lady: Professor I don't know who your husband is.
I just lied to you to see if you can handle what you preach to others. Next time, please speak on subjects that you are good at. Don’t stand up on a stage and throw your thoughts around just because you have the title professor in front of your name.

*LESSION*
Teach what you can practice!!!!!

SIGNS THAT HE WILL MAKE A GOOD HUSBAND:

1. "HE HAS A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS ADMIRABLE DAD"

If his dad is a good husband and father and he looks up to his dad, chances are he will be like his dad

2. "HE SEPARATES HIMSELF FROM BAD EXAMPLES"

If his father was absent in his life or his father did things he is ashamed of, he grows up forgiving his dad, respecting his dad but also not wanting to be like his dad

3. "HE MENTORS AND TEACHES MEN YOUNGER THAN HIM"

A man who mentors others pushes himself to always be a good example

4. "HE IS NOT SWAYED BY PUBLIC PRESSURE"

In marriage, many men mess up their families because of following trends, pressure to please friends or wanting to project a certain image to fit in society

5. "HIS CLOSE MALE FRIENDS ARE OF GOOD REPUTE"

Look at the company he keeps close; that will indicate the caliber of man he is

6. "HE TREATS EVERY WOMAN WITH RESPECT"

Be suspicious of a man who treats his woman well but treats other women like crap; soon, he will treat his woman like crap

7. "HE IS GOOD WITH CHILDREN EVEN THOSE NOT HIS"

How he values and is responsible with other people's children prepares himself to value his own

8. "HE IS PROTECTIVE OF HIS NAME"

A man who upholds his name will keep a good character, after all, the wife and children will carry his name

9. "MARRIAGE IS HIS IDEA TOO"

Many men are forced into marriage, either because the woman got pregnant or the woman pressured him to propose to her after they dated for so long. Is it his idea to marry you lady, or is it only yours? A man who willfully pursues a woman to marry her and is the one excited about marriage will almost certainly make sure he lives up to being a good husband. Where a man takes himself he performs well and gives his all

10. "HE LIVED AN HONOURABLE LIFE AS A SINGLE MAN"

A single man who lives in a manner that shows he is keeping and preparing himself for that one special woman will make a good husband. To him, being a husband is a big deal

11. "HE TREATS THE LADY WELL AS THEY DATE"

A man who acts like a faithful husband even before he marries the woman will make a good husband. But if he is insulting her, cheating on her, rejecting her and taking her for granted when they are dating; he will most likely insult her, cheat on her, reject her and take her for granted when married

12. "HE TREATS HIS MOTHER WITH LOVE AND RESPECT”

A man who appreciates his mother will appreciate his wife

13. "HE LOVES GOD"

Marriage is God's idea. A man who wants to engage in this idea led by the Creator of this idea will strive to please God. The more a man loves God, the more he loves his wife

14. "HE SEES THE WOMAN AS AN EQUAL PARTNER"

This kind of man will not dictate or lord over the woman, it will not always be his way, he will consult his wife, learn from her and teach her too

15. "HE IS HER BEST FRIEND"

Lady, if he is not only your lover but your best friend too, he will be a best friend till the end.; best friends are real with each other, honest, loyal, fun, thoughtful. Take away the romance and things that lovers do, are you and him best friends?

16. "HE USES HIS PAST TO LEARN"

Maybe he messed up in his past relationships, or his past relationships taught him alot. If he paid attention to the lessons learned, he will be a wise husband

17. "HE IS DISCIPLINED"

A man who has control over himself will make a good husband. He is not given to addictions. How can a man lead a family, if he cannot lead himself?

May such man be your portion.

God bless you.

Good evening

Psalm 23 vs 4 and psalm 17 vs 5 to 10.
It can only be God
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