AT 71, I WALKED 5 HOURS IN FREEZING SNOW TO SEE MY NEW GRANDSON - MY SON'S CRUELTY LEFT ME HEARTBROKEN! 💔 At 71 years old, I finally became a grandma! My heart was bursting with joy, and I couldn't wait to hold my precious grandson for the very first time. But then, my son, Mark, told me he couldn't come to pick me up. Honestly, I've always had this nagging feeling that now that Mark has this new, fancy life, he's a little ashamed of his poor old mom. But my longing to see them was so strong that I decided – forget it – I'd go to their house myself, no matter what! Despite the biting freezing cold, the thick snow falling, and my bad legs that barely cooperate even with my walker... I walked. For FIVE long hours. I was absolutely starving, utterly exhausted, and could barely stand by the time I finally reached their doorstep, but nothing could deter me. With trembling hands, I knocked on the door. Mark opened it, and his eyes widened in surprise, but not with warmth. I told him about my difficult journey, hoping he'd understand the depth of my love for his new family, but he just snapped, "I don't care what you went through! I told you we'd meet later! Now GO HOME!" And then, he slammed the door right in my face! Honestly, I just stood there in the snow, tears freezing on my cheeks. Was that truly what I deserved? Later that night, back in my empty, cold home, I collapsed. My legs were so sw0llen and painful; they were literally giving out beneath me. Just as I was trying to find some comfort, I heard the familiar creak of my front door slowly opening... Who could it be?

MOTHER ABANDONED HER BABY BY THE RIVERBANK EPISODE 7 Life in Lagos should have felt like a new beginning for Oma. The bustling city lights, the well-furnished apartment Michael provided, and the comfort of knowing she was loved should have filled the void in her heart. But nothing seemed to touch the emptiness that had settled in her soul. Michael was a good man—attentive, supportive, and kind. He made sure she lacked nothing. They went on outings, visited parks, ate at expensive restaurants. From the outside, theirs was a beautiful love story. But for Oma, it was like living inside a glass house. Everything looked perfect, yet one emotional crack threatened to shatter it all. The memory of her baby girl haunted her, silently threading itself through every moment of her new life. When Michael noticed it, he brought it up one evening after dinner. "Oma, why don’t you go back to school? You’ve always wanted to study. Maybe that will help you loosen up. She stared at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. She obtained a form and began university. Each morning, she left home dressed in modest clothes, blending into a sea of youthful students. She took the bus, attended lectures, read until late into the night. She studied sociology. At school, her brilliance began to shine. Her lecturers praised her essays. She found new confidence in discussions, and some of her course mates even looked up to her like a big sister. Michael was so proud of her. Years passed. She was in her fourth and final year when she discovered she was pregnant again. Michael was overjoyed. Nine months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. They named him Chibuikem, meaning, God is my strength. Michael beamed with pride, and even Oma, for a fleeting moment, felt joy ripple through her. Oma sang to him, held him, rocked him to sleep. But the shadow remained. Every time she held Chibuikem, she imagined Chiwendu’s face, the baby girl she left crying by the riverbank. Every time Chibuikem smiled, it reminded her of the smile she never saw her daughter give. She still refused to tell Michael the truth, even though she knew he deserved to know At night, she would sneak out of bed and cry silently on the bathroom floor. She often looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if motherhood would ever feel complete. Her arms were full, but her heart was not. She longed to return to Umu Oma, to stand by the river again, to speak to the wind and beg for forgiveness. One day, Michael touched her face gently as they lay in bed. "You’re always far away, Oma. Even when you smile. Where do you go?" She forced a laugh. "Nowhere. Just tired." He believed her. But deep down, he knew something was missing. Something she wasn’t telling him. Back to the ev!l forest, eight years had passed since Ujunwa found Chiwendu whom she named Ifunanya. Ifunanya had grown into a radiant girl—sharp-eyed, full of questions, and wise beyond her years. Her laughter filled the forest hut. Ujunwa had taught her everything she knew. Divination. Herbal healing. How to whisper to the forest and listen to the wind. Ifunanya absorbed it all like the earth drinks rain. To Ujunwa, she was no longer a child found in grief—she was a daughter born of destiny. Ujunwa had resigned to fate and settled for the forest, but one morning, everything changed. She had risen early, as always, to gather herbs from the southern slope of the forest. As she bent over a bed of bitterleaf, she suddenly froze. A warm breeze swept past her, and then, a voice deep, echoed in her ears. “Go back to Umu Oma… it is time.” She gasped, falling backward onto the ground. The leaves trembled around her. Her hands gripped her staff tightly as she looked around, but no one was there. That night, she knelt by the fire, watching Ifunanya sleep. Could it be the gods calling her home? The same gods whose name had been used to banish her? Or had destiny circled back? By morning, her mind was made up. “Ifunanya,” she said gently as she woke the girl. “Get dressed, my love. We’re going on a journey.” “To where?” Ifunanya asked, blinking. “Home,” Ujunwa whispered. They packed a small bag with herbs, and clothes and then set out. Ujunwa didn’t know the way, but somehow, they kept moving. The journey through the forest took them two days. At dawn on the third day, the villagers saw two figures, emerging from the shadows of the evil forest. Gasps rang out. Women held their wrappers. Children peeked from behind doorways. Few of the villagers recognized Ujunwa Whispers swirled through Umu Oma like a rising storm. The return of Ujunwa from the dreaded forest was shocking enough. But the unfamiliar girl beside her, ignited even deeper curiosity. People gathered in clusters, exchanging wild guesses, their eyes fixed on the woman once branded a curse. But Ujunwa didn’t stop to answer questions. She walked with quiet authority straight to the palace, her staff tapping against the earth with every determined step. Ifunanya walked quietly beside her. When they reached the palace gate, the head of the guards who recognized her, was shocked. No one had seen Ujunwa in eight years, and none had expected her return. “I need to speak to the king,” she said calmly. Moments later, word reached the king and she was let in. TO BE CONTINUED… Dear readers, you can't know the extent to which keeping a secret could affect you mentally, eating away at your peace and well-being. Consider opening up to someone you trust – it might be the relief you need.

🍄😍 His Maid 😍🍄 ( She's Crazy 🤣😍; He is nasty 🍆😍 ) Episode 44 🍎💋 Oliver POV 💋🍎 I could hear yells and arguments downstairs from my room. At first, I just decided to ignore it but I just can't. I'm lying on my bed thinking about my life but this yells and shouts is really distracting me. I got off from bed walking out of the room, roaming my eyes everywhere but I didn't hear anymore voices nor did I see anyone. So I decided to have a look downstairs, on getting there, still no one nor anymore voices. The strange thing is that, I can't tell whose voices it was and I also don't know who was it. "Strange.. the noises was coming from here a while ago.. Wonder where they left". I thought. I let out a shrug and said.. "Anyways.. that's not a problem now, my problem is me all left out here since no one is at home.." "Damn". I blurted out in a sarcastic tone. I could hear footsteps on the staircase, on looking back, it's Rhianna walking down stairs with a hand bag on. "Hi ma'am Rhianna". I said waving my hand slightly. "Hi Oliver". She said smiling softly. "So you were even inside all along.. I can see you are going out as well". I stated heaving a sigh. "Yes Ollie.. actually I'm going to visit my mom and sister". she said with a smile. "Oh wow, you even have a sister?". I said raising my brows in surprise. "Oh yes I do..a naughty lil sis". She gestured playfully grinning at me. "Frankly, I thought you are the only child, really". I said looking at her in amazement. "Nope..so you wanna come with me and see my mom and sis?". She asked winking at me. "I thought y'd never ask". I replied excitedly, I could hear her giggling. Me and Rhianna got in to the car as the driver drove the car to our destination. The drive was quite at first until we started talking randomly about some casual things yunno. "This is really a long drive". I stated looking outside the car as it drove past beautiful buildings at the sides. "It's a 40 to 45 minutes drive yunno". She replied. I remarked, soon there was silence between us until she asked me a surprising question. "So Oliver, have you sorted out your feelings?". She asked sharply out of a blue. I widened my eyes in surprise looking at her this time. "What... feeling?". I asked feigning not to know what's she's talking about. "That feeling you have for Allison". She replied sharply looking at me. I widened my eyes unable to talk at that moment, it's as if my mouth is glued. Is Rhianna a heart detector? How did she know all this? For somewhat reason, I felt so sweaty and nervous widening my eyes. "The truth is...I.. have a huge crush on Allison and... and...I like her...like like her very much". I confessed taking in a deep breath. "I know that Oliver, I know you like Allison". She said looking at me. "Now you know about all this, please promise me you won't tell anyone about this especially Allison and Blake.. I beg of you". I said softly holding her hand gently. "But why Oliver?". She asked "Allison is a famous and rich model.. how can she fall for a poor wretched guy like me and if Blake finds out about this, then he could get mad at me". I said sighing sadly. "Oliver you shouldn't talk like that.. Blake would do no such thing and as for Allison, she...". She said but I didn't let her to finish before I cut her off. I know where she's getting to. "I left Australia and came all the way here to Los Angeles to pursue my dreams and in search of greener pastures.. I made up my mind to focus on why I came here" "But the first time I set my eyes on Allison, I was out of control, that was the day I started developing feelings for her..I have a crush on her but I won't let it get to another stage". "I will let go of her.. she's even older than me.. this is just crush and it's gonna be for a while, soon it will fade away". I stated looking at her directly. "Oliver.. it's not that easy". She said looking at me . "I know it's not gonna be easy for me but soon enough this feeling will fade away.. please this should remain between the both of us forever, no one must ever know about this, promise me". I said looking at her seriously stretching forth my hand to promise. "But Oliver". She said softly looking at my sad face. "Please miss Rhianna, please promise me". I said looking at her. "Okay... okay". She said heaving a sigh deeply and continued. "I promise this will remain between us and no one else.. I won't tell anyone". She promised taking in a deep breath before placing her hand on mine. "Thank you.. Thank you". I muttered trying to get hold of my emotions. 🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🚗🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 💮💮 Rhianna POV 💮💮 I have no choice but to respect Oliver's decision and keep to the promise I just stick too. As much as I and Allison had a big fight, I still had that boost to bring them together but it seems like that's how fate wants it to be. As much I don't know Allison well I sure know she will never accept Oliver. She's too arrogant, rude and sassy, I think Oliver letting off his feelings for Allison is the right thing to do. I was upset at first but now I'm proud of Oliver now and I'm proud of his decision. This his feeling could cause conflicts and chaos here and there, he is still young but he sure does thinks maturely. Oliver deserves someone who will love him unconditionally absence of his physical appearance, wealth or any material things, I pray he finds someone who is the right one. "Come here Oliver, give me a hug". I said spreading my arms to him. He smiled cheerfully embracing me, he is sure like a brother to me. The car came to an halt, meaning we are at my mom's house. "We are here now". I said to him with a smile. I got out of the car, closing the door. He highlighted from the car shutting down the door as well. "We can't take the car further so we are going to walk to there". I explained smiling at him. "Sure, I don't mind". He replied cheerfully. I smiled walking some few houses before getting to the house. I could see Riele so engrossed on the novel she's reading that she didn't notice our presence. 🍎💋 Oliver POV 💋🍎 I saw a teenage girl sitting right in front of Rhianna's house. She looks very pretty and I could see the resemblance of she and Rhianna. They so much look alike but the difference is she's the younger version of Rhianna. "She's pretty". I thought looking at her pretty cute face. Her hair is also black but more shorter than Rhianna's and it's curly all over. Again, she's wearing glasses and I think it's recommended but she still looks so cute. "Oliver.. what's wrong with you?". I asked myself in thoughts hoping I'm not falling for her. "Hmm I see my little Riele still loves reading novels huh". Rhianna said softly smiling broadly. "Oh yes she does..my big sis knows how much I love reading novels". She replied swiftly still engrossed on her novels, I chuckled on her behavior. She sure has a sweet voice, she quickly raised her head as if she just remembered something out of a blue. "Rhianna! It's you!". she exclaimed in surprise keeping the novel aside standing up running to her, giving her a big hug. "I have been watching you... since my book nerd". I teased soothing her hair admist of the hug. "I'm angry with you..ever since you started working for Blake Don Yo, you have forgotten me and mom". she said disengaging from the hug with a frown, that's when her eyes finally got to me. I'm sure she has questions in her mind. "I didn't forget you..I can't forget my family, I miss you both so much and I want to spend good time with you both". She said in teary eyes. "I miss you too!". She exclaimed back looking at me now with a smile. "Hmm... Rhianna who is he?". She asked looking me. "Riele meet Oliver Hart, he is Blake Don Yo special friend". She introduced warmly smiling at me. "Oh wow, hi Oliver.." She said smiling broadly at me. "Hi Riele.. I'm so glad to meet you and I hope to even know you more". I said smiling looking at her cute small eyes, those eyes are so attractive to me. "Awwwww... same here, please come on in". She said sweetly. "Oh now you are welcoming Oliver and you are not welcoming me huh.. it's not fair lil sis". Rhianna said grinning at us. "I said you both come in.. you love teasing me don't you?". She said folding her arms on her chest. "Oh yes I do". She stated grinning. She scoffed with a frown walking real fast. "Where's mom?". Rhianna asked. "She's inside!". She shouted walking in as I watched her walk, a smile escaped my lips. 🎤🎧 Blake POV 🎤🎧 The car came to an halt, me and Fredrick got out of the car walking in. "That deal worth millions, I hope we get the deal". I said to Fredrick taking off the coat I'm wearing, clad on a cotton fabric top. "Of course we would.. it's just that Mr. Martins seems kinda arrogant". Frederick blurted out. "Not kinda, he is arrogant but am imma kick his butt". I said with a smirk. "Oh man! Imma join ya!". Fredrick said grinning while I smirked. I sat down on the couch crossing my legs picking up the remote on the couch. "Wanna freshen up...". Fredrick said. "Sure man". I said shrugging my shoulders. I could not hear any noise, I think no one is in here apart from me and Fredrick. I then remembered Rhianna, thinking of her, I think I should give her a call and ask her if she has gone to the hospital yet and if she hasn't, I will make her go. I took my phone about to dial Rhianna's number when my phone buzzed it ringing tone, on seeing the caller, it's Allison. I picked up the call.. 📲 Yes Allison... I said with a sigh.. 📲 Blake... Blake.. please safe me... She stuttered panting hard and I could hear her crying. 📲 Allison, Ally what happened? Why is your voice that way? Why are you crying?...I asked in a worried voice standing up in haste. She kept on crying and crying over the phone. 📲 Allison please talk to me... please you are getting me worried, what happened? Please tell me. I said worriedly pacing back and forth. 📲 Blake please come right now! I'm in big trouble.. all I can tell you is that I'm in SILVER GOLDEN BED hotel...please come quick. She cried harder over the phone. 📲 Silver golden bed hotel? Got it! I will be there! Please hold on". I said worriedly that's when I knew she had hung up already. 📲 Silver golden bed hotel... I have to go there now, I will talk to Fredrick later... I said picking up my car keys dashing out of the mansion, hopping in my car as I drove off. 💮💮 Rhianna POV 💮💮 I embraced mom as tears rolled down my cheeks kissing her hair. "Rhianna... I've missed you hunny". She said pulling me much more tighter. "I will get chill drinks for you all". Riele said with a smile walking to the kitchen. "Mom I have missed you so much". I said disengaging from the hug making her seat down. Riele walked to us with a tray of glass cups containing orange juice. She's now a big girl, just look at her. As she walked to us, she stumbled then the juice spilled on Oliver's top getting it stained. "I'm sorry... sorry... sorry". She apologized looking at Oliver. "No.. no it's okay". He said letting out a smile, touching the stained part. "Riele you should be more careful...take him to the bathroom to clean up". I said. "Please follow me I'm sorry once again". She said in a low voice, he nodded walking right behind her. I watched them leave smiling that's when I turned to mom, I then I noticed her staring at me. Now I'm wondering how long she has been staring at me. "Mom.." . I called widening my eyes with a smile. "You have taken in and I hope the one you took in for loves you and wants something long lasting with you". Mom said placing her hand on my shoulder, I widened my eyes wondering what she's talking about as am puzzled. 🎤🎧 Blake POV 🎤🎧 The car came to an halt stopping right in front of silver golden bed hotel. I unfastened the seat belt walking in haste. She told me the hotel she lodged into but not the number. Yes let me ask the receptionist.. I walked to a female receptionist giving me her sweetest smiles. "Welcome sir to Silver golden bed hotel..our rooms are of good qualities and convenient for you..so please sir can I book you a room?". She asked smiling at me warmly. "Emm.. sorry I didn't come here to book a room.. I came here for Allison Tyler, what's her room number please". I said in a hurry. "Sorry sir we can't give private information just like that". She said. "Please miss... it's important I see her, she's in trouble.. okay here have this..". I said giving her some cash, she gasped looking at me with a smile. "Sure sir". She said opening the register. "Allison Tyler right?". She asked looking at the files going through it. "Yes". I answered hastily feeling impatient. "Allison Tyler.. room 205.. Sir use the elevator to be faster sir". She said with a smile. "Thank you". I said walking fast using the elevator. I got out of the elevator walking through the rooms looking at the numbers. "Room 205". I said out loud seeing it through the barge. I opened the door with force, it opened, I couldn't see anything cos it's so dark in there. "Allison... Allison are you in there?". I asked softly unable to see anything. I brought out my phone, switching on the light. I saw her sitting on the floor buring her head on her thighs. I quickly switched on the lamp stand, squatting down. "Allison... Allison what's wrong?". I asked worried placing my hand at her back, raising her head up. "Oh my gosh!". I exclaimed seeing bruises on her face. Her hair was all messy and rough scratches on her skin as well. "Allison.. Allison...who did this to you?!". I asked softly touching her wound. She wept buring her face on my chest. "Ally who on earth have the guts to do this to you!". I shouted caressing her face, she winced in pain when I did that. "It's.. it's Mr. Anthony.. the same man who called me here for my next shoot". She said breaking down into tears. "He did this to you?! Why!". I shouted helping her to get up. "Blake....he.....wanted to... assault me brutally..". She cried louder after saying this. "What!?". I said in shock. "But..I managed to get away from him before that....he.. slapped me.. messed up my hair and even tried to tear..my clothes". She starmmard heavily. I fumed in anger on hearing that gritting my teeth. "Where is he now!! I won't spare him!". I roared in anger, she held my hand hugging me, crying more. "He ran away.. please don't leave me I'm scared..." She stuttered in her words in sobs. 12 minutes later... I consoled her trying to make her understand that we should go home but she obliged saying I should spend small time with her. "Please let's drink cos that's the only way I can forget this brutal act.. let's get a little tipsy". She persuaded me. "No Allison... I don't think it's a good idea". I obliged. "Pleaseeeee".. She kept on begging in sobs. "Okay but small Ally". I said finally giving in.. . . . To Be Continued.................. Hmmmm something is fishy... what's Allison planning? Guess 🤔🤔🤔 Oliver I'm proud of you, letting go of someone you like is not easy 🌝 Looks like Oliver has his eyes on Riele 😶🤭🤭 Oliver has a crush on Allison.. Please drop your thoughts please 🥺

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RICHEST CHURCHES IN THE WORLD: 1- Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints- $67.0 billion 2- Catholic Church - $30 billion + 3- Catholic Church Australia - $20.9 billion 4- Catholic Church Germany - $25.0 billion 5- Church of England $7.8 billion 6- Opus Dei (part of the Catholic Church) Italy- $2.8 billon 7- Church of Scientology- $2.0 billon OBSERVE THAT THERE IS NO..... = RCCG = Winners = Christ Embassy = Synagogue = Dunamis.... No Pentecostal church at all. NOW, RICHEST PASTORS IN THE WORLD ACCORDING TO AN OLD RECORD: 1 Bishop Oyedepo - $180 Million (Pentecostal) 2 Bishop TD Jakes - $147 Million (Pentecostal) 3 Pastor Chris Oyakhilome - $50 Million (Pentecostal) 4 Pastor Benny Hinn - $42 Million (Pentecostal) 5 Pastor Adeboye - $39 Million (Pentecostal) 6 Pastor Creflo Dollar - $27 Million (Pentecostal) 7 Pastor Kenneth Copeland - $25 Million (Pentecostal) 8 Evangelist Billy Graham - $25 Million (Pentecostal) 9 Prophet TB Joshua - $10 Million (Pentecostal) 10 Pastor Joseph Prince - $5 Million (Pentecostal) Observe again that none of the 4 richest churches mentioned have their leaders on this list of the Richest Pastors. The Pope is not there. The Arch Bishop of Canterbury is not there. The Bishop of Opus Dei is not there. The Director of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is not there. NOW OBSERVE AGAIN. 6 out of the 10 Richest Pastors are blacks, with their congregation being predominantly black. 4 out of the 10 richest Pastors have their churches in Nigeria, the poverty capital of the world, the 147th most corrupt nation of the world, the home to the second deadliest terrorist group, the most unsafe place to give birth to in the world. Observe as well that the Richest Churches are situated in 1- USA 2- Vatican City 3- England These are amongst the safest, less corrupt and most prosperous Nations. I'M STILL THINKING... WHEN I'M DONE THINKING I WILL LET ALL OF YOU KNOW WHAT MY CONCLUSION IS BUT WHILE YOU ARE ALSO HELPING ME THINK, JUST KEEP IT IN MIND THAT HEAVEN WILL BE FULL OF SURPRISES...... 🎤🎤🎤🦾🦿🦁

Pope Francis' coffin was sealed at St. Peter's Basilica, marking a significant moment in the final rites of the 88-year-old pontiff. Over 250,000 mourners, including world leaders, paid respects at his funeral, celebrating his life of humanity and devotion to the Catholic Church. Pope Francis served as the 266th head of the Roman Catholic Church for 12 years, passed away on April 21, 2025. Photo credit - Vatican Pool/Getty images

The Ant That Eats the Leaf Stays on the Leaf In life, just like in nature, there are silent rules we sometimes forget. When an ant chooses to feed on the very leaf that holds it up, it unknowingly ties its fate to that fragile support. The more it eats, the weaker the leaf becomes, and eventually, both fall together. This teaches us that when we harm the very things or people that support us — whether it’s trust, relationships, opportunities, or the environment — we endanger ourselves. Short-term gain blinds us to the long-term collapse. True wisdom is recognizing that what sustains us deserves our care, not our careless consumption. To survive, and to thrive, we must honor the foundations beneath us. #WisdomTales #Liferealities

Men, your value increase as you become more dangerous Here are 15 rules DANGEROUS MEN must obey. Masculinity thread: 1. Stop Helping Everyone Reality is you cannot help everyone. You can bring horse to the water, but you can never make the horse drink. 2. BE RADICALLY HONEST Everyone can be honest. But can you be if you are facing risk of humiliation, embarrassment and shame? Or if it offends others? Dangerous men DO NOT give a f*ck. 3. BE EXTREMELY MASCULINE The world is having too many demasculinized men. Being extremely masculine today is like half the masculine 5000 years ago. 4. SAY NO TO WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY NO Life is not about pleasing everyone you know. You are in full responsibility of your life. Take care of yourself first. 6. STAY 100% TRUE TO YOUR BELIEFS AND VALUES. If you care about something, fight for it. Don't be afraid. Live with full of integrity 7. BE RUTHLESS IN THE PURSUIT OF YOUR GOALS AND PURPOSE. Your purpose makes you a valuable man. It's meant to make you driven and powerful. 8. STOP WASTING TIME ON BS There's too much bs going on like how the will smith smacked the sh*t out of chris rock. Stop wasting your time on non-sensical drama. 9. FORM POWERFUL CONNECTIONS. Learn to be confident and develop massive social skills. The lone wolf dies. The pack lives. I don't make the rules. 10. PICK A SKILL AND BE VERY GOOD AT IT There's a famous restaurant in Italy that only serves macaroni. But it's the best restaurant in town. Why? Because they are specialised in making the best macaroni. 12. BE GOOD TO YOURSELF If there's anything you won't do to your own child, don't do it to yourself. Don't say bad things to yourself because you won't do it to your child 13. DON'T DO ANYTHING IN SECRET Losers think their purpose in cringe. Dangerous men don't give a f*ck They know what they want, and they are proud of it. 14. NEVER PUT ALL HOPE ON ONE WOMAN Stop texting her all day like she's the only one. You are better than that. 15. STOP TRYING TO CONTROL EVERYTHING Life is life. Stop trying to make it the way you wanted 100% of the time. Sh*t happens, and it will keep on happening. Let go, let life happen. Do what's right diplomatically,because sometimes you may be wrong. Always spend some time with yourself. Especially before sleeping, just close your eyes and think about what you've done in the past and what your goals are in the future, not being stressed, but calmly think about yourself.

Part 1: As he sat down, waiting for his lawyers and his children’s lawyer to hear his final testament, Mr. HackEarth reflected on all his life-long escapades. Despite the billions he had accrued, they mattered little to him now. He was too old and feeble to enjoy any of it. And now, here he was, about to divide his money to his ungrateful children and ex-wives. The thought of how his children had gone wayward and disappointing hurts him more. His children were greedy and extravagant. They hold no love for Old Hackman except for his money. He knows it too well and He despised all of them, and he was ready to punish them one last time before setting his plans in motion. The lawyers from both parties were seated in Mr. HackEarth’s exquisite and luxurious office on the 40th floor of his favorite glass skyscraper. Camcorders were set up to document the entire proceeding. Mr. Date, HackEarth’s personal secretary of over 30 years, gently wheeled him toward where the lawyers were seated. Papers shifted from one lawyer to another. Subtle whispers filled the room, and carefully restrained laughter warmly expressed. His children and ex-wives watched from various conference rooms, leaping with joy as they saw their father wheeled in—anticipating the final testament that would make them rich. The psychiatrists arrived to examine Mr. HackEarth’s testamentary capacity, verifying whether he was fit to sign a will that will dispose of his assets upon his death. Everything checked out with the old man. His children’s lawyers were satisfied. Greedy lawyers waiting to charge big fee from their clients. Mr. Stafford brought in a huge stack of documents and laid them carefully on the table. The children, slouched in their chairs, watched keenly, their spirits high as they observed everything being telecasted live to them. Mr. HackEarth pulled a pen from his breast pocket and began scribbling something before signing it. He handed the document to Mr. Stafford, then ordered everyone to leave the room—except for his secretary and his lawyers, Mr. Stafford and his associate, Mr. Weller. The live telecast ended abruptly. He then produced a single sheet of paper, on which was boldly written: "I, John HackEarth, Having been determined that I am of sound mind to declare my will, I hereby revoke all wills and codicils executed by me and dispose of my estate as follows. To my children, I leave a sum of money sufficient only to pay off their existing debts—with no provision for any new debts incurred after today. Should any of my children attempt to contest this will, they shall thereby forfeit any gift herein. To my ex-wives, I leave nothing, as they were adequately provided for during our divorces. I hereby bequeath the remainder of my estate to my daughter, Lynne, born to Joycelin Camel. I appoint my lawyer, James Stafford as executor of this will and grant him broad discretion in its administration ." He signed it, sealed it in an envelope, and handed it to Stafford. Then, with all his might, Mr. HackEarth leaped from his wheelchair and staggered toward the windows. Everyone in the room was stunned to see Old Hackman on his feet for the first time in three years. They froze, unsure how to react to his sudden movement. Instinctively, Mr. Date lunged forward to stop him—but before he could reach him, Old Hackman slid open the window and hurled himself forward. The lawyers rushed to the window just in time to see Mr. HackEarth’s body plummet to the ground below. He was dead. Part 2: Coming soon. Summarized by: Reindolf J. Botchway Disclaimer: This is my personal summary of an excerpt from The Testament by John Grisham—a story I found so gripping, I had to share! To avoid spoilers and add my own flair, I tweaked some details, changed character names, and sprinkled in a twist or two based on my interpretation. The core plot belongs to the brilliant John Grisham, so credit where it’s due!

Did you know that at the time of his death, Pope Francis’s reported personal wealth was just $100—that’s barely ₦154,000 in today’s exchange rate? He owned no property, held no personal bank accounts, and had no investments anywhere in the world. Although he was entitled to an annual salary of about 340,000 euros (approximately $364,000 or ₦560 million at today's exchange rate), he never accepted a cent of it. As a member of the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits), Pope Francis took a lifelong vow of poverty—and he remained true to it until the very end of his pontificate. For the 12 years he served as Pope, he lived in Room 201 of Casa Santa Marta, a simple guesthouse within the Vatican. Today is Sunday. Look around: what wristwatches are some of your pastors wearing? What cars are they driving into church? The real wealth of a spiritual leader is not in material possessions, luxury cars, private jets, or designer suits. It is in humility, service, and sacrificial love for humanity. Pope Francis left behind a powerful legacy: He showed that true greatness is found not in what you have, but in what you give up for others. The world doesn't need more celebrity pastors; it needs more humble servants of God. I agree with this one 💯

Burkina Faso replies US General for saying Ibrahim Traore is using gold reserves for his personal gains The Burkinabè government isn’t here for any w,ild allegations. They’ve just clapped back at US AFRICOM Commander General Michael Langley after he boldly claimed during a US Senate hearing that Burkina Faso’s gold revenue is being used to prop up its military-led government — and not to serve the people. Langley didn’t hold back. “Captain Traoré in Burkina Faso… their gold reserves are just in exchange to protect the junta regime,” he said. But Burkina Faso said: Nah, that’s not it. In a statement dated April 16, the country’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs called the claims “regrettable” and “gravely inaccurate,” warning that such comments distort the real picture on the ground and undermine the credibility of its leadership. They slammed the general for making “sweeping claims without evidence” and for ignoring their recent efforts to fight corruption, promote transparency, and fairly distribute national wealth.

Millionaire singer Bon Jovi isn't just known for his iconic music — he's also making a powerful difference in the real world. He's opened 3 restaurants that serve free meals to the homeless and those in need. 🙏🍽️ No prices on the menu. No judgment. Just good food and kindness. It's called Soul Kitchen — where dignity, compassion, and community come first. ❤️ Proof that real heroes don't always wear capes… sometimes they wear leather jackets and play guitars. 🎸✨ Much respect, Jon Bon Jovi. 👏