• Good morning my beloved friends that power that wake you up these morning successfully shall make you to succeed in all your endeavours these day in Jesus mighty name I pray amen
    Good morning my beloved friends that power that wake you up these morning successfully shall make you to succeed in all your endeavours these day in Jesus mighty name I pray amen
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  • VISION

    INTRODUCTION

    Vision is the revelation of God’s purpose and plan for a person, a people, a generation, or even an entire nation. It is not ambition. It is not wishful thinking. It is not mere goal-setting. Vision is divine direction birthed by divine encounter. According to Habakkuk 2:2-3 (NKJV): “Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, it will not tarry.” This reveals a key truth: NO TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE BEGINNING; IT ONLY SPEAKS AT THE END.

    WHAT IS VISION?

    Vision is the spiritual insight into God’s intended outcome for a life. It is not self-initiated but God-initiated. It is the mental and spiritual picture of your future that propels you with energy, courage, and resilience. Vision is what gives life direction, focus, and purpose. Without it, people live by reaction instead of intention. Proverbs 29:18 (KJV) says, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

    True vision is born out of divine fellowship. It is not created in the boardroom but received in the secret place. Vision is not what you want to do for God, but what God wants to do through you. It is the blueprint of heaven deposited in your spirit, commanding your alignment and action.

    KEY FACTS ABOUT VISION

    1. TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE END, NOT AT THE BEGINNING

    When vision first arrives, it often looks ordinary, confusing, or even unrealistic. It rarely comes with applause or clarity. In fact, it often invites criticism, mockery, and rejection. Just like Joseph’s dreams, vision is usually ridiculed before it is respected. In the beginning, it may appear dormant or unachievable. But in the end, it speaks loudly and clearly. Vision is validated by manifestation, not excitement.

    2. VISION REQUIRES PROCESSING

    Before vision speaks, it processes. The one who receives vision must be processed to match the weight of what God has revealed. Moses had the vision to deliver Israel, but spent 40 years in the wilderness being prepared. Paul encountered Jesus and then spent years in Arabia being equipped. God will never place a heavy vision on an unprocessed vessel. Between revelation and manifestation is preparation.

    3. VISION THRIVES ON CHARACTER, NOT JUST CHARISMA

    It is not enough to carry power gifts like prophecy, tongues, healing, or discernment. These are important but not sufficient for the fulfillment of vision. The gifts may attract attention, but it is the fruit of the Spirit that sustains destiny. According to Galatians 5:22-23, the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control are the attributes that preserve the vessel and stabilize the journey.

    Many have received genuine visions from God but failed in character and collapsed in the process. Patience and long-suffering are especially critical because vision is a marathon, not a sprint. Without endurance, discouragement will abort destiny.

    4. VISION REQUIRES TIME AND SEASONAL DISCERNMENT

    Vision is time-sensitive. No matter how accurate a vision is, if you try to manifest it outside of divine timing, it will fail. The power of vision lies in alignment with God’s schedule. Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Misjudging seasons leads to premature exposure and failure.

    Vision must be walked out step by step, stage by stage. Just as a baby must crawl before walking, vision must mature before manifestation. Each season comes with its test. There is a season of silence, of rejection, of formation, and of visibility. You must discern them all.

    5. VISION ATTRACTS ADVERSITY

    Every true vision will face opposition. In fact, opposition is one of the strongest validations that your vision is divine. Satan will not fight what is not a threat. Nehemiah’s vision to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem was opposed from every side. Jesus' mission was challenged from infancy to the cross. If your vision is truly of God, expect resistance—but also expect divine backing.

    Opposition is not a sign of failure but a test of commitment. Many faint in the day of adversity because their strength is small. Visionaries must be battle-tested, able to withstand storms, delays, betrayals, and discouragement.

    6. VISION REQUIRES DISCIPLINE AND FOCUS

    Distraction is one of the deadliest enemies of vision. Many start strong but lose focus. Like Peter walking on water, they allow the winds of life to shift their eyes from the Master to the mess. Vision demands saying no to many good things to stay with the God-thing.

    It also requires the discipline of time, resources, and relationships. Not every opportunity is a divine instruction. You must guard your heart, your circle, and your energy. Vision flourishes in environments of purity and clarity.

    7. VISION REQUIRES COURAGE AND RESILIENCE

    Vision will often demand that you walk alone. The early stages of vision may require loneliness, rejection, and misunderstanding. Noah built an ark with no rain in sight. Abraham walked to an unknown land. These men were sustained by vision, not applause.

    If you cannot endure the loneliness of vision, you will never enjoy the reward of vision. You must believe what God told you even when no one else sees it. Hebrews 10:36 says, “You have need of patience, that, after you have done the will of God, you might receive the promise.”

    8. VISION SEEKS TRANSFORMATION, NOT JUST ATTRACTION

    A true vision will not just aim to make you popular or successful; it will aim to make others better, to improve society, and to advance God’s kingdom. Vision is bigger than self. It is redemptive. It serves others. It adds value. If your vision doesn’t stretch beyond you, it is ambition, not vision.

    STAGES OF A VISION

    1. REVELATION – God reveals His purpose.

    2. INSTRUCTION – Specific steps are given.

    3. SEPARATION – You are separated from what limits you.

    4. PREPARATION – You are trained and refined.

    5. OPPOSITION – You are tested and resisted.

    6. MANIFESTATION – Vision begins to produce fruit.

    7. MULTIPLICATION – Vision spreads and multiplies in others.

    QUALITIES OF A VISIONARY

    Sensitive to divine instructions

    Emotionally stable and spiritually rooted

    Bold in the face of opposition

    Willing to endure delays and rejections

    Able to discern seasons and transitions

    Passionate about impact, not applause

    Willing to submit to process and authority

    Consistent in faith, regardless of results

    CONCLUSION

    Vision is not a one-time encounter—it is a lifelong journey. It is God's plan being worked out through your life in stages. Vision is fragile in the beginning but becomes powerful at the end. The end speaks, not the beginning. It is not how it looks now, but how it will be when God is done.

    Don’t abort your vision because of delay. Don’t discard it because of opposition. Don’t disobey because of pressure. What God has shown you will come to pass—if you stay faithful.

    Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NIV) says, “The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.” Vision is not about speed, but about staying in sync with God. Those who wait on the Lord will not be ashamed. The vision will speak—at the end.
    VISION INTRODUCTION Vision is the revelation of God’s purpose and plan for a person, a people, a generation, or even an entire nation. It is not ambition. It is not wishful thinking. It is not mere goal-setting. Vision is divine direction birthed by divine encounter. According to Habakkuk 2:2-3 (NKJV): “Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, it will not tarry.” This reveals a key truth: NO TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE BEGINNING; IT ONLY SPEAKS AT THE END. WHAT IS VISION? Vision is the spiritual insight into God’s intended outcome for a life. It is not self-initiated but God-initiated. It is the mental and spiritual picture of your future that propels you with energy, courage, and resilience. Vision is what gives life direction, focus, and purpose. Without it, people live by reaction instead of intention. Proverbs 29:18 (KJV) says, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” True vision is born out of divine fellowship. It is not created in the boardroom but received in the secret place. Vision is not what you want to do for God, but what God wants to do through you. It is the blueprint of heaven deposited in your spirit, commanding your alignment and action. KEY FACTS ABOUT VISION 1. TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE END, NOT AT THE BEGINNING When vision first arrives, it often looks ordinary, confusing, or even unrealistic. It rarely comes with applause or clarity. In fact, it often invites criticism, mockery, and rejection. Just like Joseph’s dreams, vision is usually ridiculed before it is respected. In the beginning, it may appear dormant or unachievable. But in the end, it speaks loudly and clearly. Vision is validated by manifestation, not excitement. 2. VISION REQUIRES PROCESSING Before vision speaks, it processes. The one who receives vision must be processed to match the weight of what God has revealed. Moses had the vision to deliver Israel, but spent 40 years in the wilderness being prepared. Paul encountered Jesus and then spent years in Arabia being equipped. God will never place a heavy vision on an unprocessed vessel. Between revelation and manifestation is preparation. 3. VISION THRIVES ON CHARACTER, NOT JUST CHARISMA It is not enough to carry power gifts like prophecy, tongues, healing, or discernment. These are important but not sufficient for the fulfillment of vision. The gifts may attract attention, but it is the fruit of the Spirit that sustains destiny. According to Galatians 5:22-23, the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control are the attributes that preserve the vessel and stabilize the journey. Many have received genuine visions from God but failed in character and collapsed in the process. Patience and long-suffering are especially critical because vision is a marathon, not a sprint. Without endurance, discouragement will abort destiny. 4. VISION REQUIRES TIME AND SEASONAL DISCERNMENT Vision is time-sensitive. No matter how accurate a vision is, if you try to manifest it outside of divine timing, it will fail. The power of vision lies in alignment with God’s schedule. Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Misjudging seasons leads to premature exposure and failure. Vision must be walked out step by step, stage by stage. Just as a baby must crawl before walking, vision must mature before manifestation. Each season comes with its test. There is a season of silence, of rejection, of formation, and of visibility. You must discern them all. 5. VISION ATTRACTS ADVERSITY Every true vision will face opposition. In fact, opposition is one of the strongest validations that your vision is divine. Satan will not fight what is not a threat. Nehemiah’s vision to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem was opposed from every side. Jesus' mission was challenged from infancy to the cross. If your vision is truly of God, expect resistance—but also expect divine backing. Opposition is not a sign of failure but a test of commitment. Many faint in the day of adversity because their strength is small. Visionaries must be battle-tested, able to withstand storms, delays, betrayals, and discouragement. 6. VISION REQUIRES DISCIPLINE AND FOCUS Distraction is one of the deadliest enemies of vision. Many start strong but lose focus. Like Peter walking on water, they allow the winds of life to shift their eyes from the Master to the mess. Vision demands saying no to many good things to stay with the God-thing. It also requires the discipline of time, resources, and relationships. Not every opportunity is a divine instruction. You must guard your heart, your circle, and your energy. Vision flourishes in environments of purity and clarity. 7. VISION REQUIRES COURAGE AND RESILIENCE Vision will often demand that you walk alone. The early stages of vision may require loneliness, rejection, and misunderstanding. Noah built an ark with no rain in sight. Abraham walked to an unknown land. These men were sustained by vision, not applause. If you cannot endure the loneliness of vision, you will never enjoy the reward of vision. You must believe what God told you even when no one else sees it. Hebrews 10:36 says, “You have need of patience, that, after you have done the will of God, you might receive the promise.” 8. VISION SEEKS TRANSFORMATION, NOT JUST ATTRACTION A true vision will not just aim to make you popular or successful; it will aim to make others better, to improve society, and to advance God’s kingdom. Vision is bigger than self. It is redemptive. It serves others. It adds value. If your vision doesn’t stretch beyond you, it is ambition, not vision. STAGES OF A VISION 1. REVELATION – God reveals His purpose. 2. INSTRUCTION – Specific steps are given. 3. SEPARATION – You are separated from what limits you. 4. PREPARATION – You are trained and refined. 5. OPPOSITION – You are tested and resisted. 6. MANIFESTATION – Vision begins to produce fruit. 7. MULTIPLICATION – Vision spreads and multiplies in others. QUALITIES OF A VISIONARY Sensitive to divine instructions Emotionally stable and spiritually rooted Bold in the face of opposition Willing to endure delays and rejections Able to discern seasons and transitions Passionate about impact, not applause Willing to submit to process and authority Consistent in faith, regardless of results CONCLUSION Vision is not a one-time encounter—it is a lifelong journey. It is God's plan being worked out through your life in stages. Vision is fragile in the beginning but becomes powerful at the end. The end speaks, not the beginning. It is not how it looks now, but how it will be when God is done. Don’t abort your vision because of delay. Don’t discard it because of opposition. Don’t disobey because of pressure. What God has shown you will come to pass—if you stay faithful. Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NIV) says, “The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.” Vision is not about speed, but about staying in sync with God. Those who wait on the Lord will not be ashamed. The vision will speak—at the end.
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  • From Housemaid To Oga's Wife Episode Two

    Martins and Nnenna continued their secret relationship without any problems. They acted normal during the day, pretending to be nothing more than an employer and his housemaid. Martins treated Jessica like a caring husband, and Nnenna did her house chores without drawing attention. But at night, everything changed. Martins would sneak out of his bedroom and go to Nnenna’s room. They would whisper, laugh, and hold each other in the darkness. It was the only time they could be together, and they cherished every moment.

    "I'm enjoying this relationship. I have the woman I love right under my roof. There are no better feelings than this." Martins said to himself.

    Jessica had no reason to suspect anything at first. She was living the life she wanted. It was a life of relaxation and comfort. Nnenna handled everything in the house, and Martins provided everything she needed. But after a while, she started noticing something strange. Martins would leave the bed at odd hours. It happened once, then twice. At first, she assumed he was just going to the toilet or stepping out for fresh air. But when it continued happening, she became curious. Why was her husband always leaving the bed in the middle of the night?

    "Where does he always go to? This is becoming serious. How can he be leaving the house in such odd hours? I have to find out." Jessica said to herself.

    Jessica decided to pay closer attention. She stayed awake some nights, waiting to see if it would happen again. And it did. Martins would quietly get up, check if she was asleep, and then leave the room. He always returned after about an hour. Jessica found it strange. Her husband never had this habit before. Something was not right. She needed to find out what was going on.

    One night, Jessica made up her mind. She was not going to sleep. She wanted to see exactly where Martins was going. She lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. She even let out soft breaths to make it look real. The clock ticked, and soon, it was 2am. Right on time, Martins slowly got up. He turned to look at Jessica. She did not move. Satisfied that she was asleep, he tiptoed out of the room.

    "Today, I must follow you to that place you always go to. I have to find out." She said.

    Jessica waited for a few seconds, then quietly got up. She moved slowly, making sure her steps did not make any sound. She followed Martins, keeping a safe distance. She saw him go towards the boys’ quarters. She was confused. Why was he going there? The only person staying there was Nnenna, their housemaid. Jessica’s heart beat faster, but she remained calm. She wanted to see for herself.

    Martins reached Nnenna’s door and knocked softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he stepped inside. Jessica gasped silently. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her husband had just entered the room of their housemaid. She moved closer and placed her ear near the door. At first, she heard whispers, then soft laughter. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was going on inside that room, and she had to know what it was.

    Inside the room, Martins sat on the bed and pulled Nnenna close. He ki.ssed her forehead and smiled. “I missed you,” he whispered.

    Nnenna smiled. “You saw me this evening,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

    “That’s different,” Martins replied. “I miss holding you.”

    Nnenna sighed. “I don’t like this sneaking around. It doesn’t feel right.”

    Martins lifted her chin. “Be patient, my love. This is the only way we can be together for now.”

    She nodded. She knew he was right, but it still felt wrong. She just wanted a normal life with the man she loved.

    Jessica pressed her ear harder against the door. She heard voices, but she could not make out everything they were saying. She took a deep breath and stepped back. She needed to be sure before she acted. Then, suddenly, she heard something else—the unmistakable sound of ki.ssing. Her body stiffened. Her husband was in there, doing something with Nnenna? She was not sure, she could no longer control herself.

    Jessica raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door. “Who is there?” she demanded.

    Inside the room, Martins and Nnenna froze. Their eyes met, filled with shock and panic. The knocking continued.

    “Open this door now!” Jessica shouted.

    Martins jumped to his feet. “What do we do?” he whispered.

    Nnenna’s hands shook. “She knows,” she said in a trembling voice.

    Jessica banged on the door again. “Martins! I know you are inside there! Open this door before I break it down!”

    Martins ran his hands through his hair. “Just stay calm,” he told Nnenna. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it on. He needed to think fast. How was he going to get out of this situation?

    Jessica stepped back and looked around. She was furious. She could not believe what was happening. Her husband was cheating on her—with their housemaid! And not just any housemaid, but the one she had trusted the most. She shook her head in anger. This was not going to end well.

    Inside the room, Martins took a deep breath. “I have to open the door,” he said.

    Nnenna grabbed his hand. “No! She will kill me.”

    Martins sighed. “We can’t hide forever.”

    The knocking became louder. Jessica was losing patience. “Martins! If you don’t open this door right now, I swear, I will scream and wake the whole neighborhood!”

    "Waitim please. Don't open the door. I have an idea." Nnena said.

    To be continued
    From Housemaid To Oga's Wife Episode Two Martins and Nnenna continued their secret relationship without any problems. They acted normal during the day, pretending to be nothing more than an employer and his housemaid. Martins treated Jessica like a caring husband, and Nnenna did her house chores without drawing attention. But at night, everything changed. Martins would sneak out of his bedroom and go to Nnenna’s room. They would whisper, laugh, and hold each other in the darkness. It was the only time they could be together, and they cherished every moment. "I'm enjoying this relationship. I have the woman I love right under my roof. There are no better feelings than this." Martins said to himself. Jessica had no reason to suspect anything at first. She was living the life she wanted. It was a life of relaxation and comfort. Nnenna handled everything in the house, and Martins provided everything she needed. But after a while, she started noticing something strange. Martins would leave the bed at odd hours. It happened once, then twice. At first, she assumed he was just going to the toilet or stepping out for fresh air. But when it continued happening, she became curious. Why was her husband always leaving the bed in the middle of the night? "Where does he always go to? This is becoming serious. How can he be leaving the house in such odd hours? I have to find out." Jessica said to herself. Jessica decided to pay closer attention. She stayed awake some nights, waiting to see if it would happen again. And it did. Martins would quietly get up, check if she was asleep, and then leave the room. He always returned after about an hour. Jessica found it strange. Her husband never had this habit before. Something was not right. She needed to find out what was going on. One night, Jessica made up her mind. She was not going to sleep. She wanted to see exactly where Martins was going. She lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. She even let out soft breaths to make it look real. The clock ticked, and soon, it was 2am. Right on time, Martins slowly got up. He turned to look at Jessica. She did not move. Satisfied that she was asleep, he tiptoed out of the room. "Today, I must follow you to that place you always go to. I have to find out." She said. Jessica waited for a few seconds, then quietly got up. She moved slowly, making sure her steps did not make any sound. She followed Martins, keeping a safe distance. She saw him go towards the boys’ quarters. She was confused. Why was he going there? The only person staying there was Nnenna, their housemaid. Jessica’s heart beat faster, but she remained calm. She wanted to see for herself. Martins reached Nnenna’s door and knocked softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he stepped inside. Jessica gasped silently. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her husband had just entered the room of their housemaid. She moved closer and placed her ear near the door. At first, she heard whispers, then soft laughter. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was going on inside that room, and she had to know what it was. Inside the room, Martins sat on the bed and pulled Nnenna close. He ki.ssed her forehead and smiled. “I missed you,” he whispered. Nnenna smiled. “You saw me this evening,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “That’s different,” Martins replied. “I miss holding you.” Nnenna sighed. “I don’t like this sneaking around. It doesn’t feel right.” Martins lifted her chin. “Be patient, my love. This is the only way we can be together for now.” She nodded. She knew he was right, but it still felt wrong. She just wanted a normal life with the man she loved. Jessica pressed her ear harder against the door. She heard voices, but she could not make out everything they were saying. She took a deep breath and stepped back. She needed to be sure before she acted. Then, suddenly, she heard something else—the unmistakable sound of ki.ssing. Her body stiffened. Her husband was in there, doing something with Nnenna? She was not sure, she could no longer control herself. Jessica raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door. “Who is there?” she demanded. Inside the room, Martins and Nnenna froze. Their eyes met, filled with shock and panic. The knocking continued. “Open this door now!” Jessica shouted. Martins jumped to his feet. “What do we do?” he whispered. Nnenna’s hands shook. “She knows,” she said in a trembling voice. Jessica banged on the door again. “Martins! I know you are inside there! Open this door before I break it down!” Martins ran his hands through his hair. “Just stay calm,” he told Nnenna. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it on. He needed to think fast. How was he going to get out of this situation? Jessica stepped back and looked around. She was furious. She could not believe what was happening. Her husband was cheating on her—with their housemaid! And not just any housemaid, but the one she had trusted the most. She shook her head in anger. This was not going to end well. Inside the room, Martins took a deep breath. “I have to open the door,” he said. Nnenna grabbed his hand. “No! She will kill me.” Martins sighed. “We can’t hide forever.” The knocking became louder. Jessica was losing patience. “Martins! If you don’t open this door right now, I swear, I will scream and wake the whole neighborhood!” "Waitim please. Don't open the door. I have an idea." Nnena said. To be continued
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  • THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING

    Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh.

    Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger.

    “Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…”

    Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world.

    “But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal.

    “You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.”

    In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left.

    Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love.

    Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper.

    Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch.

    A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand.

    Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.”

    “Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back.

    The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth.

    “What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before.

    The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood.

    They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway.

    “Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?”

    Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips.

    “You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home.

    Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear.

    “Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him.

    He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands.

    “My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?”

    “Wilson,” he replied hesitantly.

    “Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.”

    Wilson managed a faint smile.

    “I don’t know how to thank you...”

    “Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?”

    Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold.

    When he finished, silence filled the room.

    “Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly.

    Wilson stared at her in sh0ck.

    “What?”

    “I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.”

    “I… don’t…”

    CONTINUE READING IN THE COMMENTS BELOW.
    THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh. Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger. “Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…” Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world. “But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal. “You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.” In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left. Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love. Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper. Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch. A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand. Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.” “Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back. The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth. “What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before. The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood. They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway. “Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?” Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips. “You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home. Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear. “Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him. He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands. “My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?” “Wilson,” he replied hesitantly. “Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.” Wilson managed a faint smile. “I don’t know how to thank you...” “Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?” Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold. When he finished, silence filled the room. “Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly. Wilson stared at her in sh0ck. “What?” “I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.” “I… don’t…” CONTINUE READING IN THE COMMENTS BELOW. 👇👇
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  • His Wife Wet the Bed on Their Wedding Night—And Then This Happened - Episode 4

    His Mother Moved In—and Tried to Take Over the Marriage…

    After weathering therapy, emotional breakdowns, and late-night phone drama, Obiora and Christy were finally in sync again.

    The house was filled with peace. Laughter. Warmth. Even the neighbors had started calling them “that sweet couple.” But in Nigeria, peace is often short-lived when family gets involved.

    It all started with a phone call.

    “Mama’s not feeling too strong,” Obiora told Christy one evening. “Doctor says she should be around people. I think she should come stay with us for a few weeks.”

    Christy smiled and nodded. “Of course. She’s welcome anytime.”

    She meant it too. She loved Mama Ngozi—or at least, the version she knew from wedding ceremonies and video calls. What she didn’t realize was…

    Mama Ngozi was a full-force hurricane in a gele.

    The moment she entered the house, the atmosphere shifted.

    “Ehn, so this is how you people live?” she said, scanning the living room like a general inspecting troops. “This chair is not facing the TV properly. And this flower? Haba. Artificial? In my son’s house?”

    Christy laughed it off. She thought it was cute. For the first two days.

    But then Mama started waking her up at 5 a.m. to pray.

    Then came the cooking.

    “You young girls don’t know how to cook soup again. Christy, give me that pot. You’re stirring it like you’re mixing paint.”

    Christy bit her tongue. She tried. Really tried.

    Until the ultimate line dropped during one Sunday lunch.

    Mama Ngozi turned to Obiora and said in Igbo—loud enough for Christy to hear:

    “If you had married that Ada girl from the village, you would be eating fresh pounded yam every day, not this microwave love.”

    Christy’s fork paused mid-air. Her chest tightened.

    Obiora caught the moment. He saw the pain in Christy’s eyes. And for the first time since Mama arrived, he spoke up.

    “Mama, please. Respect my wife.”

    The room fell silent.

    “She may not pound yam or wake up before the cock crows, but this woman held me down when I was broken. You’re my mother, and I love you—but this is our home. Not your battleground.”

    Mama gasped like she’d been shot. “So you’re choosing a woman over me, Obiora?”

    “I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing my marriage.”

    Mama stood. Packed her things. And went to stay with Obiora’s older sister “for just a few days.” She didn’t speak to him for a week.

    Christy, shaken but grateful, turned to her husband that night.

    “Thank you,” she whispered.

    Obiora pulled her close and smiled. “You don’t leave someone you pray for, remember?”

    They laughed through tears.

    When parents clash with your spouse—who do you stand with? Can there be balance without disrespect? Let’s talk in the comments.

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    💍 His Wife Wet the Bed on Their Wedding Night—And Then This Happened - Episode 4 👵 His Mother Moved In—and Tried to Take Over the Marriage… After weathering therapy, emotional breakdowns, and late-night phone drama, Obiora and Christy were finally in sync again. The house was filled with peace. Laughter. Warmth. Even the neighbors had started calling them “that sweet couple.” But in Nigeria, peace is often short-lived when family gets involved. It all started with a phone call. “Mama’s not feeling too strong,” Obiora told Christy one evening. “Doctor says she should be around people. I think she should come stay with us for a few weeks.” Christy smiled and nodded. “Of course. She’s welcome anytime.” She meant it too. She loved Mama Ngozi—or at least, the version she knew from wedding ceremonies and video calls. What she didn’t realize was… Mama Ngozi was a full-force hurricane in a gele. The moment she entered the house, the atmosphere shifted. “Ehn, so this is how you people live?” she said, scanning the living room like a general inspecting troops. “This chair is not facing the TV properly. And this flower? Haba. Artificial? In my son’s house?” Christy laughed it off. She thought it was cute. For the first two days. But then Mama started waking her up at 5 a.m. to pray. Then came the cooking. “You young girls don’t know how to cook soup again. Christy, give me that pot. You’re stirring it like you’re mixing paint.” Christy bit her tongue. She tried. Really tried. Until the ultimate line dropped during one Sunday lunch. Mama Ngozi turned to Obiora and said in Igbo—loud enough for Christy to hear: “If you had married that Ada girl from the village, you would be eating fresh pounded yam every day, not this microwave love.” Christy’s fork paused mid-air. Her chest tightened. Obiora caught the moment. He saw the pain in Christy’s eyes. And for the first time since Mama arrived, he spoke up. “Mama, please. Respect my wife.” The room fell silent. “She may not pound yam or wake up before the cock crows, but this woman held me down when I was broken. You’re my mother, and I love you—but this is our home. Not your battleground.” Mama gasped like she’d been shot. “So you’re choosing a woman over me, Obiora?” “I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing my marriage.” Mama stood. Packed her things. And went to stay with Obiora’s older sister “for just a few days.” She didn’t speak to him for a week. Christy, shaken but grateful, turned to her husband that night. “Thank you,” she whispered. Obiora pulled her close and smiled. “You don’t leave someone you pray for, remember?” They laughed through tears. 💬 When parents clash with your spouse—who do you stand with? Can there be balance without disrespect? Let’s talk in the comments.👇 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 📌 Just follow, like and comment
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  • Good morning my beautiful friend and family I love you all
    Good morning my beautiful friend and family 💕 I love you ❤️ all 💞💞💞💞💞
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  • Good morning lovelies.
    Good morning lovelies.
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  • You asked him N7,000, and your dad told you he will give you in the morning before he leaves for work. This was after he had thoroughly scrutinized what you needed the money for, all the questions he asked were already making you angry.

    Throughout the night your dad couldn't sleep because he was thinking as to why he must sacrifice his last N7,000 for you

    In the morning he calls you into his room and gives you N6,000 instead of N7,000

    You were not happy and squeezed your face in discontent, and reluctantly said thank you after complaining that it was not all you requested

    Your mum after seeing this does not utter a word but meets you in your room where your dad is not present and gives you N1,000 from her own money and say "DON'T MIND HIM" add this to meet your needs.

    You began to smile and quickly run to Facebook, Instagram, and Whatsapp to write.

    I have the best mom in the world , I love you mom

    Now your dad has gone out with just N500 in his pocket with no fuel in his car. Because of you he used public transport that day to work. He gives your mum N500 to enable her handle emergency while he is away.

    At work, he worked overtime. After closing late, everyone of you keeps saying "daddy is never always around except mum".

    Your good dad will never allow you to see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN

    Always try to appreciate your dad your husband and brothers. It's not easy at all. They go through a lot to provide Food, shelter and so on for the family.

    You won't know how much a male gender suffers just to provide the little you downgrade, some have to starve themselves just for you.

    May God Almighty bless our FATHERS in what ever thing they find themselves doing
    AMEN ?
    You asked him N7,000, and your dad told you he will give you in the morning before he leaves for work. This was after he had thoroughly scrutinized what you needed the money for, all the questions he asked were already making you angry. Throughout the night your dad couldn't sleep because he was thinking as to why he must sacrifice his last N7,000 for you In the morning he calls you into his room and gives you N6,000 instead of N7,000 You were not happy and squeezed your face in discontent, and reluctantly said thank you after complaining that it was not all you requested Your mum after seeing this does not utter a word but meets you in your room where your dad is not present and gives you N1,000 from her own money and say "DON'T MIND HIM" add this to meet your needs. You began to smile and quickly run to Facebook, Instagram, and Whatsapp to write. I have the best mom in the world 🌍, I love you mom Now your dad has gone out with just N500 in his pocket with no fuel in his car. Because of you he used public transport that day to work. He gives your mum N500 to enable her handle emergency while he is away. At work, he worked overtime. After closing late, everyone of you keeps saying "daddy is never always around except mum". Your good dad will never allow you to see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN Always try to appreciate your dad your husband and brothers. It's not easy at all. They go through a lot to provide Food, shelter and so on for the family. You won't know how much a male gender suffers just to provide the little you downgrade, some have to starve themselves just for you. May God Almighty bless our FATHERS in what ever thing they find themselves doing AMEN ?
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  • 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.

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    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
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  • "Toni Braxton and I dated for over 18-years but just 2 weeks after saying "I DO", I'm about to lōse half of my $160-million to the wōman I thought was my wife." -Birdman

    "I thought Toni Braxton was my girl, my bestfriend, my family, my love, my soldier, and my life but she never felt the same way about me. I loved Toni Braxton to h£ll like I could litteraly d!e for her. Toni Braxton and I have been dating for over 18-years and I trusted her with everything in me, with my life.
    I'm a g@ngster and I never believed in Love but just when I gave it a try, I got burned real bãd. Love isn't real, it's just an idea. I'll never Love again, I'm just gonna go back to smashîng and moving on like certified g@ngsters do.
    Toni Braxton and I got married in secret because she told me, we've been together for 18-years and she wasn't gonna change after a single day.
    But immediately we got married, she filed for a Dîv0rce 2-weeks later saying that our relationship was IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN. I thought we was forever gonna be Ride Or Dîe but it was the greatest mistake of my life. Now I'm gonna l00se more than 50% of what I've worked for my whole life." ~ Birdman

    Birdman narrates how Toni Braxton whom he dated for over 18-years and got married to her in secret last month just filed for d!vorce two weeks after their wedding calling the relationship "IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN"

    Yep, just two weeks after saying "I DO", Toni Braxton is gonna walk away with half of Birdman's $160-million fortune

    FÊÅR W0MEN
    "Toni Braxton and I dated for over 18-years but just 2 weeks after saying "I DO", I'm about to lōse half of my $160-million to the wōman I thought was my wife." -Birdman "I thought Toni Braxton was my girl, my bestfriend, my family, my love, my soldier, and my life but she never felt the same way about me. I loved Toni Braxton to h£ll like I could litteraly d!e for her. Toni Braxton and I have been dating for over 18-years and I trusted her with everything in me, with my life. I'm a g@ngster and I never believed in Love but just when I gave it a try, I got burned real bãd. Love isn't real, it's just an idea. I'll never Love again, I'm just gonna go back to smashîng and moving on like certified g@ngsters do. Toni Braxton and I got married in secret because she told me, we've been together for 18-years and she wasn't gonna change after a single day. But immediately we got married, she filed for a Dîv0rce 2-weeks later saying that our relationship was IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN. I thought we was forever gonna be Ride Or Dîe but it was the greatest mistake of my life. Now I'm gonna l00se more than 50% of what I've worked for my whole life." ~ Birdman Birdman narrates how Toni Braxton whom he dated for over 18-years and got married to her in secret last month just filed for d!vorce two weeks after their wedding calling the relationship "IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN" Yep, just two weeks after saying "I DO", Toni Braxton is gonna walk away with half of Birdman's $160-million fortune 💔🤦‍♂️ FÊÅR W0MEN 😤
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  • 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?
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    🤭 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
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    Really love this jamz🎙️💯
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