```If you truly desire to succeed in life, you must abandon the habit of waiting. Stop hesitating for the ideal moment or for perfect conditions to align. Instead, the path to achievement demands you go all in. This means committing yourself entirely, taking decisive action with every ounce of effort and dedication you possess. Don't hold back or dip your toes in; fully immerse yourself. Plunge wholeheartedly into your aspirations, pursuing your goals with unwavering resolve. Success isn't found in passive anticipation, but in bold, complete engagement. It requires you to fully invest yourself.```

Hmmm... Nawa for some people, ooo.

2027: "God chose Tinubu; no coalition can stop "him"—Ebonyi State Governor.

Title: Smoke. The series follows an arson investigator (Egerton) and a police detective (Smollett) who team up to stop two arsonists, uncovering secrets and twists along the way. Starring: Tarton Egerton, Jurnee Smollett. #MovieWorld

Olusegun Mimiko gave poor kids in Ondo free uniforms, free buses, and free meals—then put them in world-class “Mega Schools” with ICT labs, libraries, and AC classrooms.

He even set up Nigeria’s first medical university.

Public education had dignity under Mimiko.

After Mimiko left office, the mega schools began to rot.

The free buses stopped.
Uniforms vanished.
Standards collapsed.
Some mega schools now look like abandoned warehouses.

Successors gave them neglect.

This is why Nigeria stays poor.

We kill every good thing.

People are generally amazed that I would take an interest in any form that would require me to stop talking for three hours.

LOVE AND BULLET
PART 6
The underground safe room hummed with tension, the glow of surveillance screens casting flickering shadows across Obinna’s sharp features. Ava stood frozen, her fingers still curled around the cold metal of the gun he had given her.
His brother’s men.
The words echoed in her mind, unraveling everything she thought she knew.
Obinna moved with lethal grace, his agbada now slightly undone at the collar, revealing the strong column of his throat. He didn’t look at her as he checked the monitors, his voice low. “They’ll be here in minutes.”
Ava swallowed. “Why would your own brother send men to kill you?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Because power is a poison, little detective. And family?” He finally met her gaze, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Family is just the first betrayal.”
The rawness in his voice sent an unexpected pang through her chest.
A distant thud echoed from the tunnel.
They were out of time.
Obinna grabbed her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers as he pulled her toward the SUV. “Drive.” He tossed her the keys.
Ava caught them on reflex. “You’re trusting me to drive?”
His lips curved, but there was no humor in it. “I’m trusting you to survive.”
The engine roared to life as Ava slammed her foot on the accelerator, the tires screeching against concrete as they shot up the ramp. The garage door groaned open, revealing the storm-lashed streets of Lagos.
Rain pelted the windshield in sheets, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and neon. Ava’s pulse hammered as she swerved through traffic, her knuckles white on the wheel.
Obinna braced a hand on the dashboard, his other gripping her thigh—not possessive, not demanding, just *there*. A silent anchor in the chaos.
“Left,” he commanded, his voice steady.
Ava obeyed, cutting sharply down a narrow alley. The SUV’s side mirror clipped a stack of crates, sending them crashing to the ground behind them.
A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed what she already knew—headlights. Closing in.
“They’re still on us,” she breathed.
Obinna’s thumb stroked absently over her skin, his touch sending a traitorous shiver up her spine. “Then lose them.”
The safe house was a nondescript apartment in the heart of Lagos, tucked between a bustling market and a mechanic’s shop.
Ava barely had time to register the sparse furnishings before Obinna was crowding her against the door, his body a wall of heat as he caged her in. Rain dripped from his locs onto her cheeks, his breath warm against her lips.
“Why did you follow me?” he demanded.
Ava’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “You didn’t leave me much choice.”
“There’s always a choice.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “You could have run.”
She should have. Every instinct screamed at her to.
But then his hand slid up her waist, his calloused fingers branding her through the thin fabric of her ruined dress.
Ava’s breath hitched.
Obinna stilled, his eyes searching hers. **“Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
His kiss was fire and fury, a clash of teeth and tongue that stole the breath from her lungs. Ava arched into him, her fingers tangling in his locs as he backed her toward the bed.
The storm outside raged on, thunder shaking the windows as Obinna’s hands mapped every inch of her—her waist, her hips, the curve of her throat.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled against her skin. “No lies. No games.”
Ava gasped as his teeth grazed her collarbone. “And tomorrow?”
Obinna pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own blazing with something fierce. “Tomorrow, we go to war.”
Then his mouth was on hers again, and Ava let herself drown in him.
TO BE CONTINUED...

Loving the wrong person.

So many people are suffering in today's relationships because they refuse to let go of the person they are currently in a relationship with.
They know the relationship isn't working, but they refuse to leave because they feel they might be able to change the person.
They believe they are willing to go to any length to ensure that the person continues to "love them".
The hardest aspect is that they are doing everything in the hopes that the person would change, even when the person has no intention of changing in the first place.
If you're in a relationship right now where the person is causing you more grief than happiness, then it's time to let them go.
Accepting that things aren't working is the best approach to avoid getting hurt more in this type of relationship.
It's crucial to admit to yourself that the relationship is in disrepair.
I see so many people that are suffering in their current relationships because they refuse to face the reality of its true nature.
If your current relationship isn't working, do me a favor and don't force it, the more you force it, the more you will end up hurting yourself in the long run.
Nobody can take your happiness away if you don't want it taken away. Your happiness is in your hands; your happiness is dependent on you.
If you don't want others to continue to mistreat you......you have the power to stop them.
Take my advice and have the courage to leave the table when respect is no longer being served.

Is Morning S.ëx a Sin or a Strategy for husband and wife?

You prayed this morning, yes.

But did you also “minister” to your spouse in the other room? Or is morning së.x now a sin?

Let’s talk abeg,
Many couples wake up in the morning, kneel down, pray, Then they carry Bible and go to church.

But their husband/ wife is starving, not spiritually but sëxually.

Is morning sex a sin? No, it is not. The Bible says the marriage bed is undefiled.

God honours what happens between a husband and wife in love and purity.

In fact, morning se.x is a strategy:
1. It reduces stress.
2. It improves emotional bonding.
3. It can calm quarrels.
4. And it leaves both of you smiling for the rest of the day.

Let’s stop making se.x look like a sin inside marriage.

You can pray and still play.

You can speak in tongues and still speak in møåns.

Our Marriages must work in spirit, in truth and in bed.

Good night

Is Morning S.ëx a Sin or a Strategy for husband and wife?

You prayed this morning, yes.

But did you also “minister” to your spouse in the other room? Or is morning së.x now a sin?

Let’s talk abeg,
Many couples wake up in the morning, kneel down, pray, Then they carry Bible and go to church.

But their husband/ wife is starving, not spiritually but sëxually.

Is morning sex a sin? No, it is not. The Bible says the marriage bed is undefiled.

God honours what happens between a husband and wife in love and purity.

In fact, morning se.x is a strategy:
1. It reduces stress.
2. It improves emotional bonding.
3. It can calm quarrels.
4. And it leaves both of you smiling for the rest of the day.

Let’s stop making se.x look like a sin inside marriage.

You can pray and still play.

You can speak in tongues and still speak in møåns.

Our Marriages must work in spirit, in truth and in bed.

Good night

```Forget what people say; their opinions don't define you.
Those who judge will eventually be gone, and their words forgotten.
Many who criticize are often struggling themselves.
Your life is precious; live it on your terms.
Be true to yourself, not to others' expectations.
Their fleeting judgments can't stop you from shining.
Live your life authentically and find your own happiness.```