SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE, IS IT REALLY A THING? I know this is one topic many avoid, but it’s one we need to talk about. Sex before marriage is becoming so common that it’s now seen as “normal.” Some even believe it’s how you prove love. But just because something is common doesn’t make it right. Let me ask you: Have you ever stopped to think about what sex really does? It’s not just about the body. It connects your soul, your emotions, your heart. That’s why after sleeping with someone, it’s hard to just walk away. Something deeper has been exchanged. When you give your body before giving your commitment, things get complicated. Feelings get mixed. Expectations rise. Trust can break easily. And sometimes, heartbreak becomes the result. Now, I’m not here to judge you. We all have a past, we've all made mistakes. But I’m here to remind you that waiting is not foolish. It’s wisdom. It’s protection. It’s saying, “I value you and I value us, enough to build a strong foundation first.” If you’ve already had sex, listen, God is not done with you. You’re not damaged. You can start again. You can choose a fresh path. Purity is not about a perfect past; it’s about a decision you make today. Love that waits are love that honors. Love that respects boundaries are love that lasts. You don’t need sex to prove love. The right person will wait, and work on building a future with you, not using your body before making a commitment to your soul. So yes, sex before marriage is really a thing. But you have a choice. A wise one. Let’s build love the right way. Let’s do it God’s way. Let’s protect our hearts.

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NEVER OUTSHINE THE MASTER Always make those above you feel comfortably superior. In your desire to please or impress them, do not go too far in displaying your talents or you might accomplish the opposite-inspire fear and and insecurity. Make your master appear more brilliant than they are and you will attain the height of power. 🤭

What's happening in Benue another attack was louch in Mtsewnem Akondutyouh village near makurdi town,wht are going to do about ths killings,to me everybody should hv what's it take to hold and defend himself,cos God has done a lot for us.so we shouldn't disturb God again, this is our part to play

It is a sign of immaturity when you say yes to a man immediately after he asks you out. But do you know what's even more immature? Saying no, not because you don’t like him, not because he's not your type, and not because you're uncertain but because someone somewhere on the internet told you, “Never say yes too soon.” We now live in a generation where relationships are sabotaged before they even begin not by incompatibility or lack of love, but by the fear of looking too available. Too many women have been fed the idea that being “hard to get” is the only way to protect their worth. You hear things like: “Don’t pick up his calls too fast,” “Don’t reply to his messages quickly,” “Make him chase you for months,” “You’re the prize let him suffer for you.” And somehow, this has become a badge of maturity. But here's the truth that you don't like to hear... There is a huge difference between being valuable and being emotionally manipulative. You are not expensive because you are hard to reach. You are valuable because of who you are, your mindset, your growth, your character, your peace, your purpose, and your vision. Maturity is not about delaying the obvious. It’s knowing when something good has come to you and being confident enough to embrace it. If you’ve met someone you connect with, someone whose values align with yours, someone you can build with... why punish them for showing up right? Why make them chase you for months just to prove you're “not easy”? Some ladies have lost the love of their lives to unnecessary delays and performance-based dating. They knew the man was right. They had peace. But the fear of looking “too available” made them miss out on something beautiful. Who gave us this mindset? Who told us that a woman is only valuable when she plays hard to get? Let’s tell ourselves the truth. Emotional maturity is knowing what you want and having the courage to walk toward it, not run from it hoping the other person will chase you to prove something. You are not the prize because you say no. You are the prize because of what you bring into a relationship... Love, growth, stability, vision, purpose, peace, and more. Ladies, your worth is not proven by how long you make a man suffer. You don’t need to pretend you’re uninterested just to appear powerful. If you like him and he likes you, and you both are emotionally, spiritually, and mentally ready, then be honest with yourself. Be wise, but don’t be manipulative. There’s a difference between discernment and delay tactics. There’s a difference between guarding your heart and hiding your heart out of fear. Stop letting other people’s failed stories shape your success story. You are not “just another lady.” But remember, you don’t prove that by withholding affection, you prove it by showing up fully, intentionally, and maturely when love finds you. You are not weak because you say yes. You are wise because you say yes with clarity. Let’s normalize healthy, emotionally intelligent relationships not games that end up with both people confused and heartbroken. I hope this helps you make the right decision.

12 POVERTY HABITS THAT WILL KEEP YOU BROKE & IRRELEVANT AS A MAN Men — poverty isn’t bad luck. It’s a pattern. And the bitter truth is that most broke men are the architects of their own misery. Let’s unpack this like men: 1️⃣ LACK OF FINANCIAL DISCIPLINE If you can’t control how you spend, you’ll never control how you live. It doesn’t matter how much you make — if you blow it on impulse, you’ll remain broke and bitter. 2️⃣ NEVER LEARNING NEW THINGS If the last valuable thing you learned was in school, you’re already outdated. Men who refuse to evolve become relics. Self-education feeds the wallet — ignorance empties it. 3️⃣ GIVING UP EASILY Life will slap you hard. If you crumble at every setback, poverty will chain you for life. No one respects a quitter. Real men push back. 4️⃣ CHASING GET-RICH-QUICK SCHEMES Baba, there’s no shortcut. If it sounds too easy, it’s a scam. You’ll either lose your money, your peace, or your freedom. 5️⃣ BLAMING OTHERS FOR YOUR SITUATION Your uncle isn’t your problem. The government isn’t your excuse. Your laziness and bad choices are. Own your mess — then fix it. 6️⃣ SPENDING TIME WITH LOSERS You’re the average of the 5 men you roll with. Hang around broke, lazy men? Welcome to their level. Your circle is either sharpening you or stabbing you. 7️⃣ FEAR OF STARTING SOMETHING NEW Cowards die broke. Rich men risk. The unknown separates men from boys. If you don’t dare, you’ll never do. 8️⃣ GREED WITHOUT WISDOM Wanting everything leaves you with nothing. Greed clouds judgment. Discipline your appetite, or you’ll choke on your own excess. 9️⃣ LIVING WITHOUT GOALS A man without a mission is a man waiting to be buried poor. Your dreams should scare you. If they don’t, you’re not dreaming — you’re wasting oxygen. 🔟 LACK OF FOCUS Too many men chasing 10 things, mastering none. Pick a lane. Stay in it. Win in it. Scattered energy builds nothing. 1️⃣1️⃣ DEPENDING ON MIRACLES INSTEAD OF MAKING MOVES Prayer without work is noise. God blesses effort, not excuses. If you’re waiting for heaven to drop money, you’ll die in overdraft. 1️⃣2️⃣ TOO PROUD TO ASK FOR HELP Ego has buried more men than poverty. If you need guidance, ask. Pride makes broke men stay broke longer. FINAL WARNING: If you recognize yourself in this list, don’t excuse it. Fix it. A man who refuses to confront his flaws is a man already buried by them. Poverty isn’t your destiny — but it’s your default if you don’t fight back. Wake up. Tighten up. Rise like your life depends on it — because it does.

*"And David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead that the stone sunk into his forehead and he fell upon his face to the earth".* _1 Samuel 17:49_ God targeted the leader's head of the battle against the Israelites and that's the end of the battle. The leader's head of the battle against your life and family will fall today in the Mighty Name of Jesus. The Lord will paralyze the head of the one leading a battle against you at your place of work today in the Mighty Name of Jesus. You will surely see the end of that battle in the Mighty Name of Jesus. Amen. *Hear this,* As you call upon God's Name today and declare His deeds among the people, I command the door of mercy to open unto you. You will draw water from the wells of salvation as you step into the world today in Jesus' Name. The Almighty God will deliver you from every delay and time wasting devices of the devil as you lift up your eyes unto the Hills. I decree thunder upon whosoever is angry because of your progress this year. I declare total war upon every power waiting to terminate your success at your point of celebration in Jesus' Name. The Lord will cause the heavens to open up and release unto you every delayed blessing with your name as you carry out your routine assignment today in Jesus' Name. Amen. This year, you will not go down to Egypt for help. You will not eat the food of your enemies. The Almighty God shall arise against the house of your adversaries and cause help to cease from every evildoer in your family in Jesus' Name. Before the end of this month, the Lord shall silence whosoever plan to hide your glory and your achievements. The Lord will grant you the grace to live long in good health of mind and body and eat the fruits of your labour in Jesus' Name. Today, I cancel every negative public opinion, either spoken or written against you and your family by the efficacy in the Blood of the Lamb. I declare every handwriting of the wicked working against your family null and void and of no effect in Jesus' Name. AMEN. *Remain Blessed, Happy Thursday. God Bless You Mightily Today* _GOOD AFTERNOON

Asalaamu Alaikum Warahamatulahi Wabarakatuhu *The Air India plane crash.* To some, it's just another breaking news story. To me, it was a soul-stirring reminder of how fragile and unpredictable life really is. Four lives. Four stories. Four powerful lessons that changed how I see time, purpose, and the grace of each moment. First: A family who had waited years to fulfill their dream of migrating to the UK. Life kept getting in the way, responsibilities, delays, and decisions. They finally made it onto the plane… but never reached their destination And I realized: We carry so many plans for “someday.” But if we keep waiting, someday becomes never. Second: A woman who was supposed to be on that flight. She arrived late. Missed the check-in. Pleaded to get on board but was denied. She was frustrated, angry, and defeated. Only to later realize: that delay was divine protection. We don’t always get what we want because Allah Sees what we cannot. Sometimes, HIS “no” is what keeps us alive. We are reminded of the same in Surah Al Baqarah 2:216 - “But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah knows , while you know not “. The verse emphasizes that human perception of what is good or bad may always not align with Allah’s ’s Wisdom. Third: A man who survived. The plane split in half, and he happened to be in the section that didn’t catch fire. He walked away, dazed and alive, from something no one thought survivable. It wasn’t luck. It was purpose. I was reminded of the verse in the Quran : “For everything there is a time prescribed”. Surah Ar-Ra’d Ayah 38. It simply wasn’t his time. Fourth: And then those who didn’t make it. People with dreams. People with families. People with unfinished stories. They bid someone goodbye that morning… not knowing it was the last time. Their lives remind us that time is not guaranteed. We’re not promised old age. We’re not promised later. What we have is now. A breath. A heartbeat. A chance. So, while you still have today.. While you’re still breathing, still strong, still able, don’t waste it. Don’t wait for the “perfect” moment. Love now. Apologize now. Forgive now. Dream now. Speak now. Because life doesn’t always come with warnings. And sometimes… “next time” never comes. May Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta'Ala) help us understand the brevity and preciousness of life. To live life with purpose and wisdom in light of our limited time on earth and do what pleases our Creator. May He Allah swt grant us a good ending - Husnul Khaatimah Aameen Allahumma Aameen

I saw the post below. It touched the core of my soul. With people like Chiemelie Kyrian Offor, I am again hopeful for my country. God bless him🙏 ***Let me share this here.*** Of this incident that happened a few hours ago. I wasn’t supposed to stop. But I did. There was chaos just ahead of the supermarket gate somewhere in Surulere. A black Toyota Corolla was surrounded by three LASTMA officials. The driver, mid-40s, shirt soaked in sweat, kept pacing between them. And something in his voice stopped me. "Please. Please just look inside the car. He is not even moving anymore. That’s my son. He is sick, he is very sick. We were going to the hospital. I only stepped in to grab his medication. I was gone for just five minutes." One of the officials shook his head like he’d heard it a thousand times. "You people always have stories. Why park where you're not supposed to? You want us to lose our job?" Another officer barked. "Oga, if you don’t bring ₦70,000 now, this car is going to the yard. And from there? You’ll need close to ₦400,000 to bail it." The man reached out. Not to touch them. Just to plead. They stepped back like he carried something contagious. "I swear I’m not lying. Please. He has severe asthma. I forgot the nebulizer at home. I was rushing to the hospital, Faithview, just ten minutes from here. Look at him! You have a child, right? Please, have sympathy." That was when I looked. The boy,maybe ten, was in the backseat, his small frame slumped against the door, eyes half-closed. His chest heaved in rapid spasms, every breath sounding like gravel grinding in a pipe. His fingers trembled. His lips were turning dark. So I stepped forward. "What’s wrong with him?" The father looked at me, disoriented. "Asthma. It started an hour ago. He had a mild attack in the morning, but it’s worsening fast. I was going to get him treated and just stopped for a refill. Please, sir… help me talk to them." I tried to talk to the LASTMA officers but they ignored me so I turned back to the man. "Try and sort this with them, let me take him to the hospital." His eyes widened. "You…?” "We don't have another option and there is no time. He needs oxygen. Now.” He hesitated. "You’re a stranger." "I am. But your son is dying.” He looked back at the boy. Then at me. He obviously saw that there was no other option left. His lips trembled. "Give me your number. Please.” I gave him mine. And he gave me his. I opened the door and gently lifted the boy from the backseat. He was warm. Burning. His eyes barely focused on mine. As I placed him in my car, the father shouted behind me. "Please, call me the moment you get there. Please don’t let anything happen to him!" I nodded once. Then I got into the car and quickly drove off. The hospital wasn’t crowded, I guess because it was a private one. I rushed in carrying the boy in both arms. "Emergency! Severe asthma attack. Ten-year-old boy!" The receptionist stood up so fast her chair hit the wall. She shouted. "Treatment Room Two! Get Doctor Okafor!" While I tried to fill the form I was given, two nurses rushed and took the boy, placed him on the oxygen tank, connected a nebulizer, and began checking vitals. One of the nurses murmured. "He’s tachypneic. Respiration over 40. Oxygen saturation 82%." The doctor said as he rushed in still zipping his scrubs. "Get the hydrocortisone ready. Nebulize him every 20 minutes. Keep him on oxygen. If he doesn’t stabilize, we’re moving to adrenaline injection.” I stood there. My heart pounding. This wasn’t my child. But it felt like my fight. Minutes passed. Then the doctor came out. “He is stable." He said, wiping his forehead. "That was close. He’ll be okay, but he needs to stay a few hours for monitoring.” I thanked him so much. The bill came. ₦89,000. I paid with my debit card. I stepped outside and called the boy’s father. He picked on the first ring. “Hello! Sir, please, is he?" "He is stable. He is getting oxygen and treatment.” A pause. Then I heard the man begin to cry. Softly. I didn’t speak. I let him. But he wasn’t done. “They’ve taken the car. They refused to wait. I was still begging when the towing truck came. They said the 70K grace was over. I’m at their yard in Iponri now. Sir… they’re asking for ₦385,000 to release my car.” I looked at the hospital door behind me. Then at the sky. Then back to my car. I didn't know what to say to him. But all I found myself saying was. "I’m coming.” And I meant it. He couldn't believe his ears. I arrived at the LASTMA office just before 3PM. The weather was warm, no sun, but the heat stuck to my skin like wet cloth. I found him standing by a corner fence, head down, fingers digging into his scalp. He was tired and confused. So I said to him gently. "Sir." He looked up like someone coming out of a bad dream. His eyes were red, his face streaked with dry sweat and tears. He approached me nervously. His voice was hoarse. "My car… they have impounded it. Said I’ll pay ₦385,000. They even threatened to keep increasing the fine by day. That car is my only source of income. That's my office from where I make money to take care of my son and my wife. God, please, help me." I told him. "Stay calm. Nothing will happen to your car, you'll get it back, I believe." He nodded slowly. "They have been laughing at me. One said, ‘Your son is sick? Na why you go break law? You think say we be Red Cross?’" I felt something cold stir in my chest. Not rage. Just sadness. I said to him. "Please, come with me." We walked into the building. Inside, it smelled of engine oil, sweat, and indifference. I approached the counter. “Good afternoon. I’d like to speak with your superior officer. It’s regarding a car that was impounded a few hours ago, black Toyota Corolla.” A thickset officer with bloodshot eyes looked up at me. "Eeyyaa who you be? Police or Army? Abeg everything you want to say, say it here. We don’t have time.” I responded calmly but firm. "I was the one who rushed the sick boy to the hospital, I have the hospital card and bill here. He was in the back seat of that vehicle. That child would have died today if I didn’t act." He scoffed. "And so? Good for him. E mean say we no go do our job?” "No one said that but this man was in an emergency. All he asked was a few more minutes. Instead, you people want to extort him. Now you’re billing him almost ₦400,000. This isn’t traffic enforcement. It’s cruelty." Another officer chimed in. "Oga, the car don enter system. Na only Oga inside go override am. And e no dey see everybody." "Then let him see me." "As governor of Lagos State or as who?" Silence. I stood my ground. "Get your superior. I’ll wait.” The minutes crawled. The father stood beside me like a child awaiting judgment. Fortunately, a senior officer emerged. Bald, tall, stern. I saw his name tag. He sized me up before he said. "What’s the problem?” I stepped forward and told the story. From the moment I saw the boy wheezing in the back seat, to carrying him into the hospital, to paying the ₦89,000 hospital bill, to returning only to find the car had been towed. The Commander listened without interruption. Then he asked a single question: “Do you have proof the boy was sick?” I handed him the hospital bill and the case card. He studied them for a long moment. Then something shifted in his eyes. He looked at the officers behind the desk. "You towed the vehicle knowing a child was dying in it?" "Sir, the man parked in a no-parking." "I didn’t ask that. I asked if you knew a child was in distress in the car." No one answered. He sighed. "Release the car. Immediately. Remove the fine. No man should suffer for saving his own son’s life. And you." He turned to the father. "You’re lucky someone still has a conscience in this country. Thank this guy for stepping in." The man fell to his knees. "Thank you. Thank you, sir… I swear, thank you…" When the superior left, he turned to me. And his voice broke. "You didn’t know me. Yet you rushed my son to the hospital. You paid for his treatment. And now, you’re standing here fighting for me when I couldn’t even fight for myself." I helped him to his feet. He opened his wallet and tried to hand me some money. "I don’t have much. Please… even if it’s part of what you spent..." I shook my head. "Your son is breathing. That’s enough. Please, pick your car and go and see him. God bless you." He looked at me, eyes trembling. "Why? Why would you do this for me?" I didn’t know how to answer that. So I said the only thing I truly believed. "Because someone should." As we walked out into the fading light, I handed him a folded note. It was the hospital’s follow-up card. His son had to return in two days for further tests. "I already booked the appointment. He’ll need more care. Don’t miss it." He opened it slowly, then looked back at me, his lips parted, but no words came. Only tears. Only silence. And behind us, the LASTMA officers watched. They were quiet now. Maybe even ashamed. But I left there happy and fulfilled. You could do the same. And the world will be a better place. . Chiemelie Kyrian Offor June 17, 2025

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Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.