The weather is not children friendly at the moment. Here are some tips to guide you ✍🏼✍🏼 1. kindly cover your child(ren) properly, always monitor the weather in order to know which outfit suits the weather. 2. Give them multivitamins (vitamin C is a must) 3. Give them enough fruits, as this is the main source of multivitamins 4. Restrict them from taking cold water as room temperature or warm water is preferable. 5. This is not a good time to share cutleries with their siblings especially the ones with flu 6. Ensure they wear socks or bedroom slippers while at home 7. Don’t forget to put a sweatshirt in their school bags Incase the weather gets cold 8. If they have a terrible cough and cold and you’ve visited the clinic and nothing seem to be working, kindly blend ginger, garlic and lemon together( dont sieve with water) add honey to it and administer 5mls not for children below 18months🙏🏽 9. Ensure they towel cover up their body immediately after bathing 10. Ori (shea butter),body oil or vaseline is best for the weather at the moment 11. Don’t forget to pray for them, pray for good health 🙏🏽❤️❤️ Addendum when you notice flu on a child, kindly cut onion add a slice inside their socks let them wear it to bed.it eases the flu. This weather is not children friendly at the moment I hope this helps🌺

Place half an onion on your feet, and you'll never need to spend money at the pharmacy again. (Did you know?)

For stress, eat banana and watermelon. -For good skin, eat cucumber, apple, coconut and carrot. -For good eyes, eat carrot, apple and vitamin A. -For cough, eat pineapple, garlic and ginger. -For diarrhea, eat coconut and avocado and cabbage. -For good gut, eat cabbage, garlic and onions. -For hydration, eat cucumber orange and watermelon. -For good kidney, drink 2-3 liters of water a day, eat beans and tomato. -For good heart, eat avocado, eat Beans, garlic and onions. -For good prostate, eat tomato, Sour sop and carrots and beans. -For more red blood cells, eat beetroot, carrot and cucumber. - For good erection, eat watermelon, Carrot and banana and nuts. -For strong bones & immunity, eat eggs, fish and beef.

THE COLOR CODE OF FOOD is a natural system where the color of fruits and vegetables indicates their specific health benefits, allowing you to intuitively choose what your body needs and become your own nutritionist: I listened to a man named Nuri Muhammad talk about this, so I decided to use GPT to gather some fruits and vegetables based on what he said with clickable links to view the images on Google. Red foods boost vitality, energy, immune function, and heart health due to antioxidants like lycopene and vitamins C and A (e.g., tomatoes, red peppers) Orange and yellow foods enhance immunity, vision, and brain function with nutrients like beta-carotene and vitamin C (e.g., carrots, squash, bananas) Green foods support digestion, detoxification, cardiovascular health, and provide fiber and vitamins like K and chlorophyll (e.g., spinach, broccoli, cucumbers). Blue and purple foods promote relaxation, brain health, memory, and have antioxidants that fight free radicals and aging (e.g., blueberries, eggplants, grapes). White foods aid heart health, immunity, and metabolism with nutrients like potassium and magnesium (e.g., mushrooms, onions, cauliflower). This "God's original barcode" concept helps you become your own nutritionist by matching the color of food to your body's current needs, simplifying healthy eating without needing to read complex labels. Eating a rainbow of colors ensures a broad intake of vitamins, antioxidants, and minerals that reduce disease risk and promote overall well-being.

THE BREASTFEEDING TRUTH THEY WON'T TELL YOU IN THE HOSPITAL: Low Milk Isn’t destiny. It’s Fuel Sabotage. Allow me burn the lies: You keep asking with crushing fear. Why isn’t enough breast milk coming out? Understand that this is not your body failing. It’s just unhealthy food and wrong advice starving your biology. Here’s the silent milk thief: You’re told to just keep breastfeeding– But no one hands you the real template to BUILD BREAST MILK. Milk isn’t magic. It’s MOLECULES: → Made from fats you eat (avocado, butter, tallow, eggs). → Flowing on rivers you drink (water, bone broth). → Ignited by nutrients you absorb (not swallow from a pill). Yet, they tell you to feed on? —Pap, Soy milk, Processed Milk, packed with sugar and false hope. —Oatmeal while stressed, chugging sage tea (the drying herb!) what a wrong move. —Fear of too much egg cholesterol – as your cells starve. —Wheat & it's derivatives like semo - as this shred your milk making hormones. —Seed Oil - which paralyzes your cells powerhouse. —And avoid red meat - forgetting anemia starve breast milk of oxygen. Listen, You can Stimulate Breast Milk Supply with these: - CHANGE INTO ORGANIC TOOTHPASTE, NOT TOOTHPASTE WITH TRICLOSAN because it mimics estrogen → hormone chaos → mess up breast milk supply. - TAKE BONE BROTH = Electrolytes + collagen. Sip it like liquid gold. - SIP SALTED WATER: Not optional. Your cells are oceans – fill them. - EAT EGGS + YOLKS: Choline builds milk ducts. Eat 4 or more daily. - EAT BEEF LIVER: Nature’s multivitamin prepared with onions (liver fuel therapy). - TAKE AVOCADO/OLIVE OIL: Milk is 50% fat. Drown your salad with it. - BREASTFEED LIKE A WARRIOR: At least 12+ times per day. Your Baby’s mouth is the pump that programs supply. - SKIN-TO-SKIN: Chest out, Take guilt off. - GET RID OF STRESS because stress hormones clogs milk ducts. So, practice BELLY BREATHING: This is not woo-woo. Oxygen flushes milk ducts. (Breathe like a dragon: 4 sec in, 8 sec out.) I'd leave you with this: Ditch the EMPTY CARBS (Cereal, bread, biscuits) – They all inflame, so don’t feed on them). Embrace ANCESTRAL NOURISHMENT. Not fruit juices from the super market. Always allow your baby to sûck your breast like your life depends on it.(This is called latching) – because it does. Your milk is Medicine. Your milk is Sacred. But your mouth is the GATEWAY. This isn’t just advice – it’s armor. Share this with every mother fighting to reclaim her breast milk.

THE BREASTFEEDING TRUTH THEY WON'T TELL YOU IN THE HOSPITAL: Low Milk Isn’t destiny. It’s Fuel Sabotage. Allow me burn the lies: You keep asking with crushing fear. Why isn’t enough breast milk coming out? Understand that this is not your body failing. It’s just unhealthy food and wrong advice starving your biology. Here’s the silent milk thief: You’re told to just keep breastfeeding– But no one hands you the real template to BUILD BREAST MILK. Milk isn’t magic. It’s MOLECULES: → Made from fats you eat (avocado, butter, tallow, eggs). → Flowing on rivers you drink (water, bone broth). → Ignited by nutrients you absorb (not swallow from a pill). Yet, they tell you to feed on? —Pap, Soy milk, Processed Milk, packed with sugar and false hope. —Oatmeal while stressed, chugging sage tea (the drying herb!) what a wrong move. —Fear of too much egg cholesterol – as your cells starve. —Wheat & it's derivatives like semo - as this shred your milk making hormones. —Seed Oil - which paralyzes your cells powerhouse. —And avoid red meat - forgetting anemia starve breast milk of oxygen. Listen, You can Stimulate Breast Milk Supply with these: - CHANGE INTO ORGANIC TOOTHPASTE, NOT TOOTHPASTE WITH TRICLOSAN because it mimics estrogen → hormone chaos → mess up breast milk supply. - TAKE BONE BROTH = Electrolytes + collagen. Sip it like liquid gold. - SIP SALTED WATER: Not optional. Your cells are oceans – fill them. - EAT EGGS + YOLKS: Choline builds milk ducts. Eat 4 or more daily. - EAT BEEF LIVER: Nature’s multivitamin prepared with onions (liver fuel therapy). - TAKE AVOCADO/OLIVE OIL: Milk is 50% fat. Drown your salad with it. - BREASTFEED LIKE A WARRIOR: At least 12+ times per day. Your Baby’s mouth is the pump that programs supply. - SKIN-TO-SKIN: Chest out, Take guilt off. - GET RID OF STRESS because stress hormones clogs milk ducts. So, practice BELLY BREATHING: This is not woo-woo. Oxygen flushes milk ducts. (Breathe like a dragon: 4 sec in, 8 sec out.) I'd leave you with this: Ditch the EMPTY CARBS (Cereal, bread, biscuits) – They all inflame, so don’t feed on them). Embrace ANCESTRAL NOURISHMENT. Not fruit juices from the supermarket. Always allow your baby to suck your breast like your life depends on it.(This is called latching) – because it does. Your milk is Medicine. Your milk is Sacred. But your mouth is the GATEWAY. This isn’t just advice – it’s armor.

Bra Joe, Food and Pregnancy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 In the quiet village of Ga-Mphahlele, somewhere deep in Limpopo, a serious drama was brewing not in the government, but in a small kitchen behind a shack. Meet Sibongile, a woman with an appetite that could humble a lion. She was glowing with what everyone thought was a pregnancy. Her stomach entered the room five seconds before she did. Her husband, Bra Joe, a retired taxi driver turned house chef, had taken over cooking duties ever since she said the smell of onions made her dizzy.🤣 On this fine afternoon, Sibongile sat outside, legs spread like a queen on her throne, devouring a big bowl of soup with pap. She licked her fingers and sighed, My husband, the soup you prepared today again is very sweet oh🤣🤣🤣 Bra Joe stood nearby with a big cooking spoon in hand, wearing his famous pink apron that read Chef of Love. But this time, he didn’t smile. He squinted at her belly, leaned on his spoon, and asked: I say, when did the doctor say you giving birth🤣 Silence. Even the chickens behind the house paused. Sibongile blinked. Ah-ahn, baby, why are you asking like that now🤣🤣 Bra Joe looked at the empty pot, then at her belly, then back at the pot. Because this is the 4th month now. Every day you say the baby is kicking, but I think it's the chicken stew kicking inside you🤣🤣🤣 Sibongile gasped. You are saying I’m not pregnant🤣 Bra Joe pointed his spoon like a microphone. I'’m saying, if this is pregnancy, then I’m the one expecting twins, because I haven’t eaten meat since January🤣🤣 Neighbours started peeking over the fence, chewing on gossip like it was chakalaka.🤣 Old Mama Dineo shouted from next door, Haaibo! Maybe she’s just food-pregnant, my son. The way she eats, even the fridge is afraid to open at night🤣🤣 Sibongile stood up slowly her belly wobbling like a drum full of jelly. She stormed into the house shouting, I’m going to the clinic now. You will see the baby scan today🤣🤣 Bra Joe just shook his head, walked to the pot, and whispered: I hope the doctor doesn’t find meat bones in that scan🤣🤣🤣 In South Africa, love is sweet but if your pap disappears faster than your bank balance, ask questions before the belly grows too big.🤣🤣 Coming next week.."Bra Joe installs a food padlock on the fridge🤣🤣🤣

Since they say drinking garri makes people go bl1nd my Neighbour advice me to add onions to make my eyes clearer 😂 One word for my Neighbour.....

Let’s Talk About Abacha (African Salad) You see this plate? At first glance, it looks balanced — chicken, eggs, greens, onions, abacha. But here’s the truth your body knows: Abacha = starch bomb. It’s made from cassava flakes — high in carbs, low in nutrients, quick to spike your blood sugar. Now, does that mean you should throw the whole plate away? NO. It means you upgrade it. Here’s how to eat abacha smartly: ✔ Load up on the chicken + eggs → these proteins help balance blood sugar and keep you full. ✔ Add more veggies + greens → they slow digestion and boost fiber. ✔ Watch the oil + crayfish + potash → they add flavor but can sneak in excess calories. ✔ Keep your abacha portion moderate — it’s tasty, but it shouldn’t dominate the plate. The goal? Enjoy your favorite dishes without sacrificing your health. Don’t let your meal be 90% starch and 10% protein. Flip the script: Prioritize protein, pile on veggies, keep carbs controlled. That’s how you nourish, not just eat.

BEAUTY FROM THE ASHES Episode 6 The women’s conference stretched across the week like a divine unfolding, each evening a sacred appointment that Amara hadn’t even known her soul had been craving. It wasn’t just a program; it was an invitation. An invitation to heal, to awaken and to breathe again. The first night had left her in tears. The speaker, a soft-spoken woman with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand stories, had shared her journey from despair to deliverance. Amara sat quietly in the third row, tears slipping down her cheeks as the words struck something deep, something raw within her. She wasn’t alone. Not in her pain. Not in her confusion. Not even in her silence. Every session after that peeled back another layer of pain, of pride, of fear. Like an onion shedding its skin, Amara found herself slowly unraveling. The masks she had worn for years...the brave wife, the silent sufferer, the spiritual martyr, began to fall. With every worship session, with every testimony, the walls she had so carefully constructed began to crack. Each night, she came home lighter. And each morning, she woke with a little more clarity. It was as if her heart was remembering how to feel again, how to hope. By Thursday, something inside her had shifted. That night’s message felt like it was delivered straight from the throne room of heaven to her wounded heart. The speaker, a fiery preacher with a voice that could calm storms or rouse an army, stood with authority and grace. She read from Isaiah 61:3: “…to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness…” The words echoed through the hall, soaking into the atmosphere like rain on dry soil. Amara closed her eyes and let them wash over her. Beauty for ashes. Joy for mourning. Praise for heaviness. She didn’t know when the tears had started, but they came in quiet streams, not of sorrow, but of release. For the first time in a long time, Amara allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, her story wasn’t over. That perhaps God hadn’t abandoned her in the wreckage of her marriage, but had been waiting in the wings for her to find the strength to choose. Later that evening, Amara sat in Chinwe’s cozy living room, cradling a warm mug of ginger tea. The lights were dim, the air fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and honey. Chinwe sat across from her, legs tucked under her on the couch, listening intently. “I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for years,” Amara began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was so sure I was doing God’s will by marrying Eddy. Everyone said I was. And when things turned ugly, I thought... maybe this was my cross. Maybe I was supposed to endure it.” Chinwe reached out and gently took her hand. “Amara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, “God never asks us to stay in darkness and call it faith. He’s not glorified by your suffering. He’s glorified by your healing, your wholeness, your courage.” Amara looked down, tears pooling again. “But how do I just walk away? I made vows. I kept hoping he’d change. I didn’t want to give up.” “Walking away from abuse isn’t giving up,” Chinwe replied. “It’s waking up. It’s choosing life. God is not a taskmaster. He’s your Father. And He loves you far too much to watch you slowly die in a house where your soul can’t breathe.” A long silence passed between them. “So what do I do now?” Amara finally asked, her voice cracking. Chinwe squeezed her hand. “You choose,” she said softly. “You choose light. You choose life. You choose you.” That night, Amara didn’t sleep much. She lay in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the moments she had silenced herself for the sake of peace, all the prayers she had whispered in the darkness, asking God to change Eddy, to save their home. But something had shifted. She realized she had been praying for resurrection in a grave she was never meant to lie in. The next morning, the storm arrived. Eddy came home with a man and started raining abuses on Amara; " See this idiot! You think you can come from African part of Nigeria to outsmart me that came from American part of Nigeria? It's either you hand over the school to me, channel all income to my account or I make sure the school is closed down completely." Her children, all came out to watch helplessly as usual. As Amara was trying to explain to the man he came home with, Eddy rushed Amara and started pounding her, targeting her face and bragging that he must make sure Amara becomes useless to any other man in this life; "By the time I'm done with you, people would spit on you at sight" Eddy continued hitting Amara until she collapsed on the floor. The poor man that came to ask for money to feed his family couldn't help the situation. When Amara regained consciousness, she saw only her children crying and waking her up. She sent for Chinwe. Chinwe immediately and secretly arranged for a drop that took them to Divine Mercy Hospital. The doctor was furious and demanded for his presence. When he arrived, he pleaded with the doctor that it's devil's handwork. As soon as he sighted Amara's brother, he begged Amara not to tell her brother but mocked her immediately her brother left. It's already few days Amara returned from hospital. Pastor Dickson visited their house. Bro Eddy pls kindly tell your wife what you shared with me. Eddy hesitated. "Sister Amara, your husband impregnated a lady called Jacinta and asked her to keep the baby. Although the lady insisted he must furnish a flat for her otherwise she will terminate the pregnancy. He was mad against you because he was having a showdown financially and couldn't meet the lady's demands and you refused to hand your income over to him." Pastor Dickson explained. Amara was lost in thought...so this man wanted me dead because of women. She remembered how he was bashed by one of his customers when she visited at the hospital. "Eddy, were you not the one that that told me this woman gave up her 12month salaries for you to have an English machine? Why are you treating this woman as if she worths nothing?" Mrs Aleme queried "How dare her say no to my order, a woman that bends to urinate? She must hand over the school to me. My account must be used for all income!" he thundered. But she has left the factory for you. The woman reminded And then? Eddy persisted. To Be Continued 🙏 What do you think that happened next? Find out in the next episode 🤔 Pls encourage me with like, follow, comment and share. God bless you 👏 ©️Grace Amarachi #teacherwritersingerlover #BeautyFromTheAshes #ChristianFiction #FaithAndResilience

THE USE OF SALT AS A HACK 1. To prevent plantains or bananas from getting ripe, completely soak them in a solution of water mixed with salt. Remove them from the solution when you want them to get ripe. 2. Placing your overripe tomatoes in cold salted water overnight will help make them fresh and firm. 3. To remove the smell from your hands after cutting onions, chicken or fish, just wash your hands with salt and water, you will have no smell anymore. 4. If your liquid milk always spoils before you finish it, you can add a pinch of salt when you first open it, this will help the milk stay fresh for longer. 5. To avoid the hot feeling of chili on your hands after cutting/slicing it with your hands, rub them with salt and vegetable oil or red oil and wash them. 6. To preserve your beans mix them with salt and put them in a container. Your fermented carob beans will stay fresh 7. When the chili accidentally gets into your eyes, put a pinch of salt in your mouth, the heat of the chili will disappear and you will see the magic. 8. When storing empty containers or bottles, add a pinch of salt to prevent them from smelling bad. 9. Sprinkle some salt on your fresh chilies while pounding them, this helps to pound them quickly. 10. Soak bitter leaves in salt and hot water, this helps to remove the extra bitterness before cooking them. 11. The salt and detergent mixture can help you kill ants and cockroaches that are bothering you in the kitchen. 12. If you cut a lemon and don't want to use it to finish, sprinkle it with salt, it will stay fresh for 3 days. Make sure to rinse it before using it again. 11. Salt can be used as a preservation method to store meat, fish or vegetables. It helps prevent the growth of bacteria. 13. Grease fires or small fires can be extinguished using salt. STAY TRANQUIL! STAY HEALTHY!

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