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

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. 👇👇

💍 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

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

"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 😤

"Them no dey divorce pōōr man, na run dem dey run leave am"! You see this thing wey dey happen for society when woman divorce rich man; them go say - "Celebrity Wife Files for Divorce, Citing Irreconcilable Differences". But when na p00r mán them wan comot from him hand, you go just come back from work hear say; Aunty Chioma no dey with brother Dele again o, she use okada come carry her load. No petition, no alimōny, no court case, na hūnger make her pack load. She go just send you voice note for WhatsApp say; Emeka I no do again - your key dey window. The 2 sachet tomato you keep for basket sef, she go carry am go. Next thing, she go begin drop motivational status for WhatsApp - "I survived". Las las sha, whether you get bar or not, Amaka go still disappoint you! ~RMD #Afrocania #viral #everyone #virals #follower #followers #highlightseveryonefollowers

TEACH YOUR DAUGHTERS THAT They are five (5) important dresses a woman should wear in her lifetime. These are: 1. School uniform 2. Matriculation gown 3. Graduation gown 4. Wedding gown 5. Maternity gown Let your daughters know;That if any girl skips the 2nd dress, she will not get to wear the 3rd. Daughters must not rush to wear the 5th just because a man has promised them the 4th. More so, the 4th fits better and more prestigious if worn before the 5th. Our daughters must learn to wait and follow the dress pattern from 1 to 5. Be a good parent and Christian leader. We have this as a responsibility to our Children as parents. And it is Very important.

At the End na Woman go chop the Money, GOD please Bless Mens hustle 🙏🙏🙏🙏♥️

Step-by-Step: The Catholic Church after the death of a Pope 1. Confirmation of Death The Camerlengo (Chamberlain of the Holy Roman Church) officially confirms the pope’s death. Traditionally, he gently calls the pope’s baptismal name three times. If there's no response, he declares the pope dead. 2. Destruction of the Fisherman’s Ring The Fisherman’s Ring, a signet used to seal official documents, is broken by the Camerlengo in the presence of cardinals. This prevents its misuse and symbolizes the end of the pope’s authority. 3. Official Announcement The Vatican makes an official public announcement. Bells may toll and mourning customs begin, including the flying of flags at half-staff in some places. 4. Nine Days of Mourning – A period of official mourning lasts nine days, during which Masses are offered for the repose of the pope’s soul. The body is prepared and displayed in St. Peter’s Basilica for public veneration. 5. Burial The pope is traditionally buried in the crypt beneath St. Peter’s Basilica (though he may request another resting place). The body is usually placed in three coffins: wood, lead, and another wooden coffin, each placed inside the other. 6. Sede Vacante (Vacant See) During this time, all governance of the Church is paused, except for routine matters handled by the Camerlengo. No new appointments or major decisions can be made until a new pope is elected. 7. Preparation for the Conclave The College of Cardinals gathers in Rome. After at least 15 days but no more than 20 days following the pope’s death, the conclave begins to elect a new pope. Only cardinals under 80 years old are eligible to vote. 8. The Conclave Held in the Sistine Chapel under strict secrecy. Voting continues until a candidate receives two-thirds majority. After a successful vote, the elected cardinal is asked: “Do you accept your canonical election as Supreme Pontiff?” If he says yes, he chooses a papal name. 9. The New Pope is Announced The cardinal proto-deacon steps onto the balcony of St. Peter’s Basilica and declares: “Habemus Papam!” (We have a Pope!) The new pope then appears and gives his first Urbi et Orbi blessing.

I'M NOT PROSPEROUS BY CHANCE, IT'S BY COVENANT AND DANGEROUS ACTS OF SACRIFICE AS PROMPTED BY THE HOLY GHOST. - Bishop David Oyedepo Bishop David Oyedepo teaching during the Impartation Service of the Easter Faith Convention on Monday, 21st April narrated how he vowed his salary to God forever in December, 1987. His salary at the time was N1,386. He said, "God's romance may be costly. He said, 'My Son, I'm pleased with you.' Oh, goose pimples all over my body. 'But what have you brought for me?' 'Lord, what do I have? Oh, my salary. I give it to you.' It was the most precious treasure of our lives then. How much was it? 1,386 Naira. I said, 'Lord, I give it to you.' That was December '87. Nobody heard it from my mouth until '96 when it had become a testimony with my own Accountant working for me. My wife asked me the following month, what about upkeep salary. I said I've laid it on the Altar so we are free to be hungry. That was the last time she asked. Church Gist. When you hear stories, check the story behind the story. We are not faking this thing here. I'm not prosperous by chance, it's by Covenant, dangerous acts of sacrifice as prompted by the Holy Ghost." He further stated how God demanded a property from him when funds were needed for Church planting. He obeyed and God told him, 'My Son David, even if you don't want to be rich, it's too late!'

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

“I have many children because I have the money to take care of them. I’m from Africa, and where I come from, it’s a sign of weakness for a man to have just one woman. I have 9 children and 4 wives, and I still have plans to have more people in my family.” ~ Akon