BREAKING NEWS: Saudi "Sleeping Prince" Al-Waleed bin Khaled Reportedly Regains Consciousness After 20 Years in Coma

In a stunning and emotional development, Prince Al-Waleed bin Khaled bin Talal Al Saud, popularly known as the “Sleeping Prince,” has allegedly regained consciousness after spending nearly two decades in a coma. The prince, who was critically injured in a devastating car accident in 2005, has been on life support ever since.

According to reports circulating on social media and some regional outlets, Prince Al-Waleed, now 36 years old, showed signs of waking up earlier this month and has now regained a level of consciousness that shocked both his family and medical team. While official confirmation from the Saudi royal family has not yet been released, the news has sparked a wave of emotional reactions across the Arab world and beyond.

A Tragic Accident, A Miraculous Recovery

The accident that changed Prince Al-Waleed’s life occurred in 2005 when he was a university student in the United Kingdom. The crash left him with severe brain injuries and multiple fractures, leading to a persistent vegetative state that defied years of medical intervention.

Despite medical advice urging the family to consider ending life support, Prince Khaled bin Talal, his father, refused to give up hope. The prince remained in intensive care in a specially equipped facility in Riyadh, where he was continuously monitored by top-tier medical professionals.

A Family's Hope Rewarded

Over the years, the prince’s father remained steadfast in his belief that his son would recover. Videos occasionally released by the family showed minimal movement, such as the prince raising a finger, which they took as a sign of life and hope.


Sources close to the family claim that Prince Khaled was speechless and overwhelmed with emotion upon hearing the news that his son had opened his eyes and responded to stimuli.

“Welcome back to life, our handsome prince,” said a family member in a message shared on social media.

Public Reaction and Reflections

Across the Middle East, citizens have expressed joy, astonishment, and admiration for the family’s resilience. The story has reignited debates about faith, the power of medical care, and the emotional weight of end-of-life decisions.

Many on social media are calling the prince’s recovery a “miracle,” while others reflect on the extraordinary resources committed to sustaining his life.

A Moral Reflection

The extraordinary story has also prompted philosophical and moral reflections, with many noting: “Money can sometimes buy life.” While not diminishing the miracle of the recovery, this statement acknowledges the role of wealth in providing long-term critical care and sustaining hope over two decades.

Awaiting Official Confirmation

As of the time of this report, there has been no formal statement from the Saudi royal family or the King Faisal Specialist Hospital where the prince is believed to have been treated. The world now watches for further details and confirmation of the prince’s current medical condition and prospects for recovery ..

THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
PART 2
The first time Jessica stepped into the VIP lounge, her stomach twisted with shame. The air smelled like expensive whiskey and desperation, a far cry from the stench of the slums she had grown up in. The neon lights flickered, casting shadows over the faces of men who watched her like she was a meal. She was nineteen, dressed in a tight black dress that clung to curves she hadn’t even known she possessed—a far cry from the bony girl who used to count grains of rice in the dirt.
Lady Lily, the woman in the sleek car, had painted this life as glamorous. "You’ll wear designer clothes, sleep in five-star hotels, and make in one night what your parents sweat for in a year," she had said.
But the first time a client touched her, Jessica had locked herself in a bathroom afterward and scrubbed her skin raw.
Not all of it was hell.
There were nights when the men were kind—older businessmen who preferred conversation over groping, who tipped her extra when they saw textbooks peeking out of her bag. Some even admired her ambition.
"You’re too smart for this," one had said, a silver-haired executive who paid her just to listen to him talk about his failed marriage. He left her an envelope thick with cash and a note: "For your education."
On those nights, Jessica allowed herself to hope. She would return to her tiny apartment—a step up from the slums, but still a far cry from luxury—and spread her books across the bed. Economics. Law. Literature. She devoured knowledge like a starving woman, her highlighter bleeding across pages late into the night.
And then there was the money.
Every month, without fail, she sent home stacks of cash—enough to feed her siblings, to pay for medicine, to finally get her father’s cough checked by a real doctor. Her mother’s voice on the phone was lighter these days, no longer frayed with exhaustion. "God bless you, my daughter," she would say, and Jessica would swallow the lump in her throat.
They never asked where the money came from.
She never told.
But then there were the other nights.
The ones where men didn’t see her as a person, just a body. The ones where their hands left bruises, where their laughter was cruel, where they called her names that made her want to vanish.
One client, a politician with a gold Rolex and dead eyes, had smirked as he threw cash at her feet. "Pick it up," he ordered.
She did.
That night, she cried in the shower until the water ran cold.
Lady Lily had warned her: *"This life will eat you alive if you let it."
Jessica refused to let it.
She kept a strict schedule—classes in the morning, study sessions in the library between appointments, nights "working" only when she had to. She learned how to read men, how to manipulate their desires, how to give them just enough to keep them coming back without losing pieces of herself.
And she never, ever let herself forget why she was doing this.
Her siblings were slipping away—one sister pregnant at sixteen, a brother dropping out of school to hawk goods in traffic. The slum was a monster, and it was hungry.
But Jessica had claws too.
Then came the night she met him.
A crime lord.
Not just any client, but the kind of man even powerful people whispered about. His name was a rumor, a shadow. And when he walked into the VIP lounge, the air shifted.
He didn’t leer at her like the others. He studied her.
"You don’t belong here,"* he said, his voice low.
Jessica met his gaze without flinching. "Neither do you."
For the first time in years, someone saw her—*really* saw her.
And that was the most dangerous thing of all.
TO BE CONTINUED...

The difference between life and death is Knowledge....

Good morning famz....

HOW I MASTERED LOGARITHMS OF NUMBERS LESS THAN 1

If I tell you how I learned logarithms of numbers less than 1, many of you will surely laugh!

In 2017, I started teaching SS3 students after their teacher left the school. Guess the topic I had to continue with? Logarithms of numbers less than 1, a topic I wasn’t even confident in myself.

That day in class, I kept "forming" knowledge and explaining things I knew were 100% wrong. But the students trusted me and that trust was what saved me that day.

The moment I got home, I began researching like mad. The only helpful video I found was of an old Indian woman explaining the topic very well but in Hindi!

I couldn’t understand her words, so I started rewinding and forwarding the video, then eventually muted it and just watched her hand movements carefully.

After studying her method, I practiced and practiced… and by 2:00 am that night, I had mastered logarithms of numbers less than 1.

Moral of the story: Sometimes, as a teacher, you must be a good student first!
Never stop learning.

Life has a peculiar way of surprising us. One moment, everything seems to go as planned, while the next moment, an unexpected change hits us from the left field. It is understandable to feel disappointed or frustrated when faced with difficult situations that life throws at us.

However, by understanding a few inevitable complex rules of life, we can develop resilience and adaptive capacities, not get by and thrive beautifully.

Hard work, good virtue, discipline, or being in the right do not automatically ensure fair rewards. We were told that hard work begets success. But you can work as hard as you want and still struggle like someone who never did. The complexity of earth creation is beyond human intelligence.

Life’s circumstances and events can be beyond individual control, regardless of merit. A major health crisis, painful divorce, painful death, all kinds of setbacks, natural disasters, or freak accidents and so forth can unfairly destroy years of labor in a minute.

It is important that we understand that life is unpredictable and unjustifiable. That is why people question certain things that happen to them as undeserving. This world is intentionally created to evade the intelligence of man,no matter how we tried regarding its complexities. It is deep seated in mystery.

Your current bad situation doesn't necessarily mean you are a bad person, even though you don't deserve what you are going through. You are only dealing with the way the world is intentionally wired beyond human understanding. The thing is, situation happens when it is time to happen. Your goodness or badness can not stop it. The only break we enjoy is the mercy of God when it pleases Him.

The difference between your inputs and outcomes highlights life’s fundamental injustice. The world is intentionally created in this fashion to limit our knowledge about certain divine secrets so we have room to think and believe someone who is somewhere is in charge of this earth and what happens to us.

Everyone is going through monumental difficulties. Bar none. Whether deserving or not. The only solution is to fight your problems with an open mind.

The world is tough. This time is tougher. Fight back with toughness. Life is quite a journey

*Office of the Commissioner*
*Ministry of Primary and Secondary Education, Imo State*


*NEW OUTBREAK OF DIPHTHERIA IN A FEW TOWNS IN ORLU LGA*

To:.All Principals and Primary Schools HMs (Public and Private)

1. Please notenand be aware that there are reported cases of the deaths of a few school-aged children who obviously are pupils and students (schools yet unknown because they took ill and died subsequently, this, allegedly, is as result of reported cases of outbreak of Diphtheria in some parts of Orlu LGA.

2. The report, as it is trickling in so far, says that thie very new outbreak of Diphtheria is for now concentrated around *Amihie Ward, Obibi Ochasi, Okwuabala and Ogberuru toens -all in Orlu LGA of Imo State*

3. There are 3 confirmed fatalities so far; in respect of the privacy of the parents of the decease; unfortunately, therefore, we can not list their names because of the ages of the deceased -2 boys and a girl. It will be unethical and unprofessional for their names to be published here.

3. There are also about 3 other cases that have been reported involving some families around *Okwuabala and Ihiteowere axis* in Orlu LGA

4. I wish to inform all Imolites through this medium, specifically, essentially abd especially, to Principals of all Public and Private secondary Schools, and the HMs of all Public and Private Primary Schools within *Obibi Ochasi, Ogberuru, Okwuabala, Ihioma Clan, Ihittenansa, Asaa Uberielem, Umuhu Okabia and all other schools that are within, and around the adjournment commuties*, to know that all Primary and Secondary are temporarily close down till further notice.

*Now, to all parents, guardians, and stakeholders in the education sector of Orlu LGA and Imo State*

1. May I most humbly and respectfully inform you that, for me, as the Hon. Commissioner, it is better that I err on the side of caution by taking this decision, of course with the approval of His Excellency, *Most Distinguished Senator (Dr.) Hope Uzodinma, CON, GSSRS, Executive Governor of Imo State*, in taking this precautionary measure, which is for the safety of *all primary schools' pupils and all secondary schools' students*, and indeed, for the benefit of all our citizens. This is why this public announcement is absolutely important and necessary because it is supposed to be informative and an essential provision of knowledge, which in itself is power.

2. Accordingly and immediately, all schools in affected towns are hereby closed, albeit temporarily. This is the after effect or the result of the outbreak of Diphtheria that has been reported in the areas where all schools have just been closed temporarily.

3. I have, again, as the Hon. Commissioner in-chairge of the entire Primary and Secondary Schools in Imo State, discussed with the *Executive Chairman* of Orlu LGA, Pastor Chris Mbarie, of my decision to temporarily close all schools within and around the towns mentioned above. The Executive Chairman himself equally shared in my convictions that all the schools mentioned above should be temporarily closed until further notice.

Thank you so very much for your support.

Prof. B. T. O. Ikegwuoha
Hon. Commissioner,
Ministry of Primary and Secondary Education
Dated: June 14, 2025

THE NEW CEO

He never looked up. He just polished and returned them."
Her father never knew his name.
But she never forgot his hands.
Until the day the company he once stood outside…
Became the one he walked into — as the boss.

1996. Lagos Island.

Baba Dauda was a cobbler stationed outside the Afolabi & Sons Corporation — a big construction firm where luxury cars pulled up daily, and security guards barely let him near the building.

But every week, a wealthy man — Chief Afolabi — sent his driver with three pairs of Italian leather shoes.

Dauda would shine, stitch, clean, and polish them until they looked brand new.
He was never invited in.
Never tipped.
Never acknowledged.

But someone noticed.

Little Adesewa, Chief’s 9-year-old daughter, used to sit in the back of the car watching him work.
She once asked, “Why does he never come inside?”

Her father replied:
"Because people like that don’t belong in boardrooms."

But Dauda looked up and said:
“Small madam… maybe one day, I’ll fix more than shoes.”

Adesewa smiled.
He winked.

Then life happened.

The Afolabis moved abroad.
Dauda lost his spot outside the building when the area was demolished.
Nobody knew where he went.
Nobody looked for him.

2024. Victoria Island.

The same company — now renamed Afolabi Global — had fallen into crisis.
Stocks plummeted. Leadership changed.
They were awaiting their new CEO — a private appointee brought in by international investors to restructure the entire business.

Boardroom filled. Cameras ready. Staff nervous.

Then the doors opened…

And Mr. Dauda Adekunle walked in — polished suit, grey hair, briefcase in hand.

Silence.

Gasps.

He nodded slowly and said:

“28 years ago, I fixed shoes outside this building.
Today, I’m here to rebuild what was broken inside it.”

The crowd froze.

And from the corner, Adesewa — now head of PR — stood in tears.

She walked over, hugged him, and whispered:

“You didn’t just fix shoes, Baba. You fixed my view of the world.”

He didn’t beg.
He didn’t fight.
He just worked.

And while others built offices…
He built himself.

Now the same hands that once held polish and thread…
Hold contracts, power, and legacy.

Because sometimes, the person outside the gate…
Was just waiting to own the entire building.

Ants Outsmart Scientists One Seed at a Time

Ants might be tiny, but when it comes to survival smarts, they’re light years ahead of us in some ways.

Case in point: scientists have discovered that ants break grains and seeds before storing them, a strategic move that prevents germination even under perfect growing conditions.

It’s their way of stockpiling food without the risk of it sprouting and becoming useless.

But here's where it gets fascinating.

While studying ant nests, researchers stumbled upon something unusual coriander seeds weren’t halved like most others… they were quartered. Curious, they took the mystery to the lab. What they found stunned them: coriander seeds still germinate when halved, but not when broken into four pieces.

In other words, the ants had already figured this out.

Long before any lab coats ran the experiment, these tiny creatures knew exactly how to neutralize coriander's ability to grow. It wasn’t just instinct it was precision agriculture, on a micro scale.

This jaw-dropping insight is a reminder that nature’s smallest engineers often have knowledge we’re only just beginning to uncover. Ants aren’t just survivors they’re strategists, and they may have more lessons to teach us than we realize.

“Many People go Into Politics With no Plan, no Knowledge, and End up Achieving Nothing” — Osinbajo Says Leadership Demands Meaningful Results parallelfactsnews.com/osinbajo-says-…

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With God it's all about times and seasons, dispensations and transitions in-between to know and understand how it all works for man on earth.

Understanding this begins the knowledge of your foreordained inclusion in the program of God specifically for the eternalness of life like that of God in you by Christ.