*A Personal Appeal for Support* My name is Victoria Oaikhena, and I’m reaching out with a heavy heart and hopeful spirit. For over 11 years, I’ve been fighting a rare and aggressive condition known as Giant Cell Tumor, which has affected my nasal cavity and eyesight.

🤭 LAUGH WITH ME 🤗 1. When your child starts explaining with “I was just on my own...” forget it, He’s the guïlty one, kids are never on their own 😕😂😂😂 2. Are you tirëd of this Nïgeria and you want to travel abroad ? Put your phone on flïght mode‚ ständ on it and shøut vooom ! ✈️ Safe journey !!! 😂😂😂 3. Why do we change position when it’s actually the same hole. I don’t understand golf at all 😒😂😂 Bros it’s not what you think 🙄 4. If our gïrlfriend know how many gïrls we ignorë in a day just becausë of them‚ they’ll be payïng us sälary. 😒😂😂 5. Some gïrls are wiçked‚ I collected a gïrl number today‚ just to reach house and realize it was today’s date: O7O 11 01 2O24. Can you imaginë. 🥲🤭😂😂 6. 1O years in çultism no car‚ no house, no investment Na only märk full your bødy Bros wetin you gaïn?? 😕😒😂😂 7. Who is a rïsk taker ? A rïsk taker is someone who has a rünning stomach and still want to mëss 😳😂😂 8. I tell you... The ability to control teärs when food don’t get to you in an occasiôn is the highëst form of maturïty 😩🥲😂😂 9. “To those people complaining that fast food 🍝 looks better in advertisements than it does in realïty... Hmm aunty, look at your profile picture & then look in the mirror 🤷 Is it the same? No answer me na 🙄🚶😂😂 10. Dear Sisters, don’t let any guy deçeive you that you look like “Angel” 😒 Angel no dey bleaçh 🚶‍♀️🙄🤭😂😂😂 11. 🤡 Before I go, Do you know that???... 90% of rubber bands on ladies hair are from stock fish, plantains and takeaway packs 🙄🤭😂😂😂 12. Dearie🥰, If nobody cares to talk to you, Just know that you have Me🙈, just appreciate your Favourite, by liking His Post🙏 and adding me as your Friend, Love you All 💖 Hope I have Made your Blessed Söul Brightened🥺😢😥 You wanna be My Best Friend right?🙈😢😥 Follow Mas Ter

Captain Ibrahim Traoré: The soldier selling Africa false hope, By Umar Farouk Bala Traoré’s anti-democratic posture is not a blueprint for development — it is a calculated strategy to entrench military rule under the guise of a populist revolution. What Traoré is selling is not a radical reimagining of governance. It is an age-old authoritarian tactic: discredit democracy, invoke national pride, and suppress dissent — all while consolidating power… Since assuming power through a 2022 coup, Traoré has suspended political parties, cracked down on the press, and muzzled civil society organisations. He claims these actions defend national sovereignty and promote a “popular, progressive revolution.” Clad in fatigues and fluent in fiery rhetoric, Captain Ibrahim Traoré of Burkina Faso has emerged as a poster child of a new wave of African populism. To his supporters, he is a revolutionary — bold, youthful, and principled. To the disillusioned youth across the continent, he offers a seductive promise: progress without the inconveniences of democracy. But behind the revolutionary slogans and Sankara-inspired aesthetics lies a far less romantic reality. Traoré’s anti-democratic posture is not a blueprint for development — it is a calculated strategy to entrench military rule under the guise of a populist revolution. Let us be clear, Africa has every right to interrogate the forms and functions of democracy on the continent. For decades, many African states have endured dysfunctional governance, hollow elections, and endemic corruption — even under democratically elected leaders. But that frustration must not be manipulated into legitimising authoritarianism. What Traoré is selling is not a radical reimagining of governance. It is an age-old authoritarian tactic: discredit democracy, invoke national pride, and suppress dissent — all while consolidating power. Since assuming power through a 2022 coup, Traoré has suspended political parties, cracked down on the press, and muzzled civil society organisations. He claims these actions defend national sovereignty and promote a “popular, progressive revolution.” But there is little “popular” about a regime that stifles dissent and sidelines citizen participation. Beneath the rhetoric, his governance follows a familiar authoritarian script: glorify the military, delegitimise the opposition, and centralise authority.

SHE HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE THEN THIS HAPPENED …… Episode 2✅ And then she saw two bold pink lines. Positive. Joy froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She was pregnant. She pressed a hand to her stomach trying to make sense of it. A life was growing inside her. Lawrence Johnson's child. Tears welled in her eyes. What was she going to do? For the next few days, Joy couldn't sleep. Her mind kept racing with one question. Should she tell him? She didn't even have his phone number. The only way to reach him was through his company, Johnson Group. After struggling with the decision, she finally gathered the courage to go to his office. The Johnson Group building in Leosville was a towering glass structure that seemed to touch the sky. Inside, everything was sleek and polished, filled with expensive suits and the sound of heels clicking on marble floors. Joy felt small. She approached the front desk, her hands clenched into fists. I need to see Mr. Lawrence Johnson, she said trying to keep her voice steady. The receptionist, a tall woman with a tight bun and an even tighter expression, gave her a disbelieving look. Do you have an appointment? Joy hesitated. No, but it's important. Please, I just need a few minutes. The receptionist sighed loudly, tapping on her keyboard. Mr. Johnson doesn't meet people without an appointment. If you'd like to book one, the earliest available date is three months from now. Joy's heart sank. Three months? By then, she would already be showing. There's no way to see him sooner? She asked, desperate. The woman gave her a sharp look. Ma'am, Mr. Johnson is not someone you can just walk in and see. If you don't have an appointment, I suggest you leave. Joy stared at her, feeling a lump form in her throat. So this was how it was. She had been nothing to him that night, and now she couldn't even get five minutes of his time. She turned away slowly, feeling defeated. But as she reached the door, another thought hit her. Even if she did manage to tell Lawrence, what would he think? That she was trying to trap him. That she wanted his money. Joy's stomach twisted. She had already seen what he thought of women like her. He left her money on the nightstand like she was a prostitute. He would never believe she wasn't trying to use this pregnancy against him. And honestly, she didn't want anything from him. She didn't need his money. She didn't need his name. She would raise this baby on her own. Taking a deep breath, Joy walked out of Johnson Group, her decision made. She would never reach out to him again. He would never know about this child. She would be both mother and father. She didn't need him. She never had. And so, Joy disappeared from Lawrence's world, taking their child with her. After much thought joy had to resign from her work inorder to take care of herself and her unborn son . It was a really tough moment for her as she didn’t have any single money to even feed . At a time she considered committing an Abortion but her conscience wouldn’t let her The only person she could confined in was her old mother who accepted her whole heartedly and tried to ease the burden from her shoulders . Her mother despite her old age still took extreme care of her daughter and her unborn child . Joy and her mother would normally sit outside under the mango tree every evening to gist and talk about past events of the day but one day joy decided to bring up the idea of aborting the child her mother looked at her sternly ,Joy ,joy joy how many times did I call you Don’t make the mistake of terminating the blessing that God had sent you After saying this she stood up and went into her room to sleep leaving joy thinking to herself . She finally concluded within her not to terminate the child as it could be what God has destined . One day as joy was sweeping the front yard of their hut ,she started to feel a sharp pain at her abdomen region , she screamed in pain as her mother rushed out Her mother quickly called some men to help her and they rushed joy to the nearest hospital Push !! Push !!, The doctors voice was heard from the labour room Her mother just sat in the waiting room praying silently to herself 30 minutes later the doctor came out with a wide smile on his face He looked at joy’s mother and said happily Congratulations mama ,your daughter has just given birth to a bouncing baby boy Joy’s mother had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she rushed in to see her daughter smiling at her while holding her son She couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged her daughter graciously Mama ,Joy called out ,meet Noah your grandson who is going to wipe both your tears and mine away . FIVE YEARS LATER The streets of Leosville bustled with life, filled with the sound of honking cars, people bargaining in open-air markets, and the distant hum of construction sites. The city had grown, just as Noah had. At just five years old, Noah Daniels was a ball of energy. His bright eyes shone with curiosity and his laughter was contagious. He was the reason Joy Daniels kept pushing forward every single day. She had worked hard over the years, climbing her way up in the interior design industry. Though she didn't have her own company yet, she had made a name for herself. Clients admired her work, and she was proud that she had built a stable life for Noah without anyone's help. She didn't need Lawrence Johnson. She had erased him from her life. But fate had other plans. It was a warm afternoon, and Joy had promised Noah a trip to Royal Crest Mall, one of the most luxurious shopping centres in Leosville. The mall was owned by none other than Johnson Group. But Joy didn't think much of that. She had long stopped worrying about Lawrence crossing paths with her. He probably wouldn't even remember her, so what were the chances? Noah ran ahead excitedly, tugging on Joy's hand as they passed through the mall's food court. Mommy, can I have ice cream? he asked, his big brown eyes filled with hope. Joy smiled. Okay, okay. Just one scoop. She led him to a small ice cream stand, waiting as the vendors scooped vanilla into a cup. Noah grinned, happily digging in as they continued walking. It was supposed to be just another normal day. Until she heard a voice. A voice that made her entire body freeze. Across the mall, standing in front of a row of luxury stores, Lawrence Johnson stood with a men in suits. He was doing his routine property inspection, something he rarely had time for, but today he had decided to visit the mall personally with his management staff. As he listened to his assistant discuss sales figures, his gaze casually swept across the food court. And then he saw the child. A small boy. Dark curly hair. A sharp jawline. A face that looked almost exactly like his own. Lawrence stopped breathing. The resemblance was too strong to ignore. His heart pounded as he watched the boy take a bite of his ice cream, laughing as his mother wiped a smudge off his cheek. And then, his eyes shifted to the woman holding the boy's hand. Something flickered in his mind, a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. Where had he seen her before? Who was she? And why did her son look exactly like him? Before he knew what he was doing, Lawrence started walking toward them. Joy was laughing at something Noah had said when she felt a presence behind her. A dark, powerful presence. She turned, and her heart dropped. TBC…. Please let’s endeavour to react 🤲❤️

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. FOLLOW UP TO BE NOTIFIED IMMEDIATELY I POST THE NEXT PART 👉👉Amazing Memer

🤭 LAUGH WITH ME 🤗 1. When your child starts explaining with “I was just on my own...” forget it, He’s the guïlty one, kids are never on their own 😕😂😂😂 2. Are you tirëd of this Nïgeria and you want to travel abroad ? Put your phone on flïght mode‚ ständ on it and shøut vooom ! ✈️ Safe journey !!! 😂😂😂 3. Why do we change position when it’s actually the same hole. I don’t understand golf at all 😒😂😂 Bros it’s not what you think 🙄 4. If our gïrlfriend know how many gïrls we ignorë in a day just becausë of them‚ they’ll be payïng us sälary. 😒😂😂 5. Some gïrls are wiçked‚ I collected a gïrl number today‚ just to reach house and realize it was today’s date: O7O 11 01 2O24. Can you imaginë. 🥲🤭😂😂 6. 1O years in çultism no car‚ no house, no investment Na only märk full your bødy Bros wetin you gaïn?? 😕😒😂😂 7. Who is a rïsk taker ? A rïsk taker is someone who has a rünning stomach and still want to mëss 😳😂😂 8. I tell you... The ability to control teärs when food don’t get to you in an occasiôn is the highëst form of maturïty 😩🥲😂😂 9. “To those people complaining that fast food 🍝 looks better in advertisements than it does in realïty... Hmm aunty, look at your profile picture & then look in the mirror 🤷 Is it the same? No answer me na 🙄🚶😂😂 10. Dear Sisters, don’t let any guy deçeive you that you look like “Angel” 😒 Angel no dey bleaçh 🚶‍♀️🙄🤭😂😂😂 11. 🤡 Before I go, Do you know that???... 90% of rubber bands on ladies hair are from stock fish, plantains and takeaway packs 🙄🤭😂😂😂 12. Dearie🥰, If nobody cares to talk to you, Just know that you have Me🙈, just appreciate your Favourite, by liking His Post🙏 and adding me as your Friend, Love you All 💖 Hope I have Made your Blessed Söul Brightened🥺😢😥 You wanna be My Best Friend right?🙈😢😥 Follow Mas Ter

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.”

This is Hassana, a young woman running the Ray of Hope Prison Outreach that watered the ground that led to Quadri's freedom. My dear, take your flowers!🌹🌹🌹

Title: The Porcupine Who Shared Her Quills In the heart of the golden savanna, where the winds hummed lullabies and the stars blinked like ancestral eyes, lived a porcupine named Noma. She was quiet, thoughtful, and covered in sharp, glistening quills. The animals often avoided her—not out of cruelty, but caution. “She’s too prickly to be close to,” whispered the hare. “She carries weapons on her back,” murmured the mongoose. So Noma wandered alone. But she watched. And she listened. And she loved them all from afar. One year, a fierce lion from the northern hills crossed into the savanna. He was wounded, hungry, and angry. He roared his fury into the wind and declared, “This land is mine now!” The animals trembled. No one dared challenge him. The zebra ran. The baboons hid. Even the cheetah stayed silent. Then, Noma stepped forward. The lion snarled. “You? With your little feet and needles?” “I have no teeth like yours,” she said calmly. “But I do have a gift.” One by one, she pulled her own quills from her back and laid them in the dust. “For the birds—make arrows to fly.” “For the hedgehogs—guard your dens.” “For the buffalo—defend your young.” “For the antelope—mark your paths.” The animals were stunned. Her pain became their protection. With Noma’s quills, the savanna stood as one. And when the lion charged again, he found not one enemy—but a forest of unity. He turned and fled into the mountains. That night, the animals circled Noma. They no longer feared her quills—they honored them. And in the center of the clearing, they built a nest of her feathers of strength. She had not fought with anger—but with sacrifice. ⸻ Moral Lessons: 1. True strength is not in how much you keep—but in how much you’re willing to give. 2. Even what makes you different can become a gift when shared in love. 3. A single act of courage can inspire unity in the face of fear. ⸻ #AfricanFolktale #PorcupineWisdom #PowerInSacrifice #GiftedInDifference #UnityOverFear #FolktaleMagic #SavannaStrength #SilentCourage #StorytellingAfrica #QuillsOfHope #AnimalLegends #ViralTales #HumbleHero #SacredStories #TalesThatTeach #BraveryInKindness #ProtectWhatMatters #NatureWisdom #TheGivingPorcupine #HeartOverHorns

If you are thinking about taking your own life due to hardships of life, relax , keep hope alive, and stay alive . The next second could just be the start of your greatness - and when it starts , you may not even know because things will still look bad until it becomes obvious that your greatest has actually began. Stay cool. You'll be fine in the end.

Wishing you a beautiful Easter Sunday filled with love, laughter, and the joy of new beginnings. May this day bring peace to your heart and hope to your soul.....Happy Easter

GREAT WISDOM FOR VICTORIOUS LIVING. 1. The less you say, the more your words will matter. Choose your words wisely. In a noisy world full of opinions, wisdom is often found in silence and thoughtful speech. Be known for words that uplift, not for words that merely fill the air. 2. Don't take everything personally. People have their own battles and burdens. Most aren’t thinking about you as much as you think. Learn to let things go, and choose peace over unnecessary offense. 3. Focus on possibilities, not problems. Your mindset shapes your destiny. A problem-focused life creates fear and limits, but a possibility-driven mind sees open doors in every difficulty. Be solution-oriented. 4. Your struggle is shaping you. Pain is a part of growth. What you’re going through today might be the very thing that prepares you for what you prayed for tomorrow. Keep moving forward. 5. There’s a reason behind every connection. Some people come to teach you, some to test you, and others to build you. And sometimes, you are sent into someone’s life for those same reasons. Learn to discern the difference. 6. Dare to try new things. Staying in your comfort zone is easy, but greatness lives outside it. Explore, learn, and experience life beyond the familiar. Every risk carries a reward, even if it’s a lesson. 7. Emotional pain is real. Being ignored by those you care about hurts. Acknowledge it, but don't let it control you. Build emotional resilience. Know your worth doesn't depend on anyone's attention. 8. Appreciate moments while you have them. Today’s ordinary moments will become tomorrow’s treasured memories. Be fully present in your relationships, conversations, and experiences. 9. Gratitude shifts your focus. When you start counting your blessings, your heart finds peace, and your eyes open to new opportunities. A grateful heart makes room for more. 10. Control your words, control your life. Your future is shaped by what you speak. Speak life, hope, and purpose over yourself and others. Don’t let careless words ruin what discipline could have preserved. 11. Life reflects your thoughts. Your mindset determines your outcome. If you see the world as hostile, you’ll live in fear. If you see it as filled with opportunities, you’ll find them. 12. It's not what happens to you, but how you respond. Life is unpredictable. You can’t control everything, but you can control your attitude. A positive, faith-driven response will always position you for growth. 13. You wake up to yourself every day. Be someone you respect when no one’s watching. Integrity and self-respect matter more than public approval. 14. Acts from the heart bring the deepest joy. When you help, love, or serve with sincerity, the fulfillment you gain is priceless. Pursue what adds value to others. 15. Your circle shapes your destiny. Surround yourself with people who inspire, challenge, and uplift you. If you walk with wise people, you’ll grow wiser. Choose relationships intentionally. 16. Knowing yourself unlocks your potential. Self-awareness is a superpower. Understand your strengths, weaknesses, and passions. When you know who you are, you stop living for approval and start living with purpose. Final Thought for the Youth: You are living in a time of endless distractions and options. Wisdom is knowing what to hold on to, what to let go of, and what to reach for. Choose God, choose growth, and choose to live intentionally. “Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” — Proverbs 4:7 May God bless you, guide you, and cause you to thrive.