I will protect you, not just from the world, but from the shadows that rise within your own heart. With all that I am, I will stand between you and every storm.
I pledge my life to you, not out of duty, but from a love that runs deeper than words. My strength, my soul, my every breath — they belong to you.
I bend my knee to you, not in surrender, but in reverence. You are my queen, not by crown or command, but by the way your spirit reigns over mine.
In your smile, I find my purpose. In your sorrow, I find my fight. And if the world ever forgets who you are, I will remind it with the fire I carry for you.
You are not just loved. You are sacred to me.

I'M STILL YOUR MOM
When you no longer listen or care what I say.
I'm still your Mom.
When you decide I'm old fashioned and want to go your own way.
I'm still your Mom.
When you talk back, complain and argue.
I'm still your Mom.
When you move away and take a piece of my heart with you.
I'm still your Mom.
And I will love you still as much as the first day I held you in my arms.
I'm still your Mom.
And I will pray for you and make sure your wings are strong enough to soar.
I'm still your Mom.
And I'll want what's best and will sacrifice my plans for yours.
I'm still your Mom.
I'll always have room for you and a hug to welcome you.
I'm still your Mom.
And until my last breath, I'll keep carrying your love with me. And I will thank God everyday for the privilege and Joy it's been to be called --- your mom.

A woman's love is deep. If you get a good heart loving you, guard it jealously and not mess with it.

Middle of the night sex…That soft, sacred hour when the world is silent and the only sound is the rhythm of your breathing—syncing slowly as you drift between sleep and desire.
No words are spoken, none are needed. Just the language of touch. A hand reaching for a familiar curve. A body instinctively leaning into warmth.
Caresses melt into kisses, and kisses evolve into something deeper… slower… more intense.
It’s not rushed. It’s not forced. It’s felt. Two souls tangled in quiet passion, where every movement speaks louder than any whispered “I want you.”
This is grown folks love. Pure. Unfiltered. And oh, so unforgettable.

Sometimes the love of ur life comes after the mistake of ur life

Sometimes the love of ur life comes after the mistake of ur life

Remember Jesus loves you

Giving a lady flowers signify true LOVE ?

Seasoning Cubes Are Slowly Damaging Your Liver.
Let’s stop pretending.
Those cubes you throw into every pot?
They’re not spice—they’re sabotage.
They’re lab chemicals, designed to trick your tongue into thinking you’re eating something flavorful.
But what they’re really doing is hijacking your brain and exhausting your liver.
Let me break it down.
Most of your beloved cubes are loaded with MSG (monosodium glutamate)—
Yes, the same stuff that overstimulates your nervous system and can make you feel tired, anxious, bloated, and addicted to junk.
That’s not all.
Here’s the cocktail hiding inside each cube:
—Artificial flavor enhancers
—Refined salt (not sea salt o, the cheap one)
—Chemical preservatives
—Hydrogenated oils
—Synthetic coloring agents
Now imagine you’re cooking with this cocktail every single day.
Rice? Add it.
Stew? Two cubes.
Egusi? Add more.
Beans? Spaghetti? Okro?
Na cube cube cube.
You’re not seasoning food anymore.
You’re seasoning disease.
Your liver and kidneys are breaking their back trying to detox what you keep willingly swallowing.
Then you say it’s “spiritual attack.”
No, my dear.
It might be that cube in your pot that’s been fighting your health since 2005.
And worst of all?
You’re raising your children on it.
You’re shaping their tongue to crave fake flavors and hate real food.
You’re teaching their taste buds addiction, not nourishment.
So, what do you use instead?
Real ingredients that your ancestors thrived on:
Garlic. Ginger. Onions. Locust beans (iru).
Curry. Thyme. Fresh pepper. Scent leaf.
Salt your food with wisdom—not shortcuts.
Make your own seasoning.
Give your liver peace.
Let your tongue taste truth.