• 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.
    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. 👏
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  • "YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A WIFE, NOT A GUEST!" MY HUSBAND SH0UTED WHEN I REFUSED TO COOK FOR HIS FAMILY

    “And my opinion doesn’t matter to anyone?” Natasha said, placing the dustpan back on the shelf as she turned to her husband. There was pain in her voice. “I’m a person too, Lucifer. I’m tired.”

    “You must remember you’re a wife, not a guest!” Lucifer barked, his face reddening with anger. “You have responsibilities to the family!”

    Natasha tapped her fingers on the countertop, watching as the kettle began to bubble, filling the kitchen with steam. The Sunday morning air was unusually quiet, as though the world had decided to grant her a brief reprieve. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently illuminating every corner, every speck of dust. For a moment, she simply stood there, soaking in the rare stillness.

    Five years ago, when Lucifer and Natasha had moved into the apartment, its walls were bare, the décor minimal. Now, every corner radiated warmth and comfort. She remembered the time spent choosing the perfect wallpaper for the living room, the endless debates with Lucifer over the color of the curtains, and the joy she felt when she finally found the ideal sofa.

    “Good morning,” Lucifer greeted sleepily as he shuffled into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”

    “Omelet with mushrooms and tomatoes,” Natasha said with a smile, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “And some fresh coffee.”

    Lucifer approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

    “You really are the mistress of the house, aren’t you?” he remarked in a tone that immediately put Natasha on guard. Something about his voice hinted at an ulterior motive.

    “What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes.

    “Nothing in particular,” Lucifer replied, looking away. “It’s just that my mother and Katherine plan to drop by. Just for lunch.”

    Natasha exhaled sharply. “Just for a little while” in Lucifer’s family often stretched into long hours. She clenched her fists, fighting to keep her frustration from showing.

    “What time will they arrive?” she asked, her voice already laced with tension.

    “Around one or two,” Lucifer said, pausing before adding, “and… Katherine will bring the kids.”

    Natasha silently counted to ten. Katherine’s six-year-old twins were more than mischievous—they were miniature hurricanes. After their visits, the apartment always resembled the aftermath of a war zone.

    “Fine,” Natasha said, grabbing a frying pan and turning on the stove. “I suppose I’ll have to dash to the store—there’s not enough food.”

    “Honey, you know how much my mother loves your dishes,” Lucifer said, trying to pull her into an embrace. But Natasha sidestepped, pretending not to notice.

    Victoria Demson, Lucifer’s mother, never missed an opportunity to critique Natasha’s cooking. Sometimes the soup was too salty, sometimes the meat undercooked, and sometimes the salad was labeled too bland.

    By two o’clock, the apartment sparkled with cleanliness. In the oven, a casserole of potatoes and meat roasted, filling the air with its mouthwatering aroma. In the fridge sat the cake that Victoria adored, waiting to be served.

    The doorbell rang at precisely 14:15. Natasha adjusted her apron and went to answer.

    “Niku-sha!” Victoria Demson burst into the hallway like a whirlwind, her coat trailing behind her. “How are you, dear?”

    Katherine followed closely, her twins charging into the living room without removing their shoes.

    “Kids, shoes!” Natasha called out sharply.

    “Oh, let them be,” Victoria interjected, waving her hand dismissively. “You know how hard it is for them to sit still.”

    Natasha pressed her lips together, watching dirty footprints streak across her light carpet. Every time, she wondered why no one taught them to remove their shoes, but she kept her thoughts to herself. No one listened anyway.

    “What’s for lunch?” Katherine asked, stepping into the kitchen. “Oh, casserole? Mom, remember the one I made last week with mushrooms? It was a masterpiece!”

    “Of course I do, sweetheart,” Victoria said with a smile, settling at the table. “Niku-sha, you could learn a thing or two from Katherine. She has such a talent for cooking.”

    Natasha stayed silent, methodically arranging the c:u:tlery. From the living room, a cra$h echoed—something had fallen to the floor.

    “Lucifer, can you see what your nephews have done?” Natasha said calmly.

    “Oh, come on,” Lucifer replied dismissively, not even looking up. “Let them play—they’re just kids.”

    “Exactly!” Victoria chimed in. “Niku-sha, you’re so proper. Everything has to be perfect with you.”

    “I just like order,” Natasha replied softly.

    “There should be life in a home!” Victoria declared loudly. “You’re always fussing over cleanliness, Niku-sha. Imagine if you had kids—you’d be chasing them with a rag all day!”

    Natasha felt her cheeks b:u:rn. The topic of children was a raw one—after two failed pregnancies, doctors had advised her to wait before trying again. She sw@ll0wed the words b:u:rning on her t0ngue and stayed silent.

    Lunch unfolded in the same ve!n. Victoria offered unsolicited advice, Katherine boasted about her culinary skills, and the twins left a trail of cha0s throughout the apartment. Lucifer sat back, seemingly enjoying the lively atmosphere, oblivious to the growing tension in Natasha.

    “You know, Niku-sha,” Victoria said, finishing her second slice of cake, “Katherine and I were thinking—maybe we should gather at your place every Sunday? Your kitchen is so spacious, and you cook… well, with soul.”

    SEE THE CONTINUATION IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!
    "YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A WIFE, NOT A GUEST!" MY HUSBAND SH0UTED WHEN I REFUSED TO COOK FOR HIS FAMILY “And my opinion doesn’t matter to anyone?” Natasha said, placing the dustpan back on the shelf as she turned to her husband. There was pain in her voice. “I’m a person too, Lucifer. I’m tired.” “You must remember you’re a wife, not a guest!” Lucifer barked, his face reddening with anger. “You have responsibilities to the family!” Natasha tapped her fingers on the countertop, watching as the kettle began to bubble, filling the kitchen with steam. The Sunday morning air was unusually quiet, as though the world had decided to grant her a brief reprieve. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently illuminating every corner, every speck of dust. For a moment, she simply stood there, soaking in the rare stillness. Five years ago, when Lucifer and Natasha had moved into the apartment, its walls were bare, the décor minimal. Now, every corner radiated warmth and comfort. She remembered the time spent choosing the perfect wallpaper for the living room, the endless debates with Lucifer over the color of the curtains, and the joy she felt when she finally found the ideal sofa. “Good morning,” Lucifer greeted sleepily as he shuffled into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?” “Omelet with mushrooms and tomatoes,” Natasha said with a smile, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “And some fresh coffee.” Lucifer approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “You really are the mistress of the house, aren’t you?” he remarked in a tone that immediately put Natasha on guard. Something about his voice hinted at an ulterior motive. “What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes. “Nothing in particular,” Lucifer replied, looking away. “It’s just that my mother and Katherine plan to drop by. Just for lunch.” Natasha exhaled sharply. “Just for a little while” in Lucifer’s family often stretched into long hours. She clenched her fists, fighting to keep her frustration from showing. “What time will they arrive?” she asked, her voice already laced with tension. “Around one or two,” Lucifer said, pausing before adding, “and… Katherine will bring the kids.” Natasha silently counted to ten. Katherine’s six-year-old twins were more than mischievous—they were miniature hurricanes. After their visits, the apartment always resembled the aftermath of a war zone. “Fine,” Natasha said, grabbing a frying pan and turning on the stove. “I suppose I’ll have to dash to the store—there’s not enough food.” “Honey, you know how much my mother loves your dishes,” Lucifer said, trying to pull her into an embrace. But Natasha sidestepped, pretending not to notice. Victoria Demson, Lucifer’s mother, never missed an opportunity to critique Natasha’s cooking. Sometimes the soup was too salty, sometimes the meat undercooked, and sometimes the salad was labeled too bland. By two o’clock, the apartment sparkled with cleanliness. In the oven, a casserole of potatoes and meat roasted, filling the air with its mouthwatering aroma. In the fridge sat the cake that Victoria adored, waiting to be served. The doorbell rang at precisely 14:15. Natasha adjusted her apron and went to answer. “Niku-sha!” Victoria Demson burst into the hallway like a whirlwind, her coat trailing behind her. “How are you, dear?” Katherine followed closely, her twins charging into the living room without removing their shoes. “Kids, shoes!” Natasha called out sharply. “Oh, let them be,” Victoria interjected, waving her hand dismissively. “You know how hard it is for them to sit still.” Natasha pressed her lips together, watching dirty footprints streak across her light carpet. Every time, she wondered why no one taught them to remove their shoes, but she kept her thoughts to herself. No one listened anyway. “What’s for lunch?” Katherine asked, stepping into the kitchen. “Oh, casserole? Mom, remember the one I made last week with mushrooms? It was a masterpiece!” “Of course I do, sweetheart,” Victoria said with a smile, settling at the table. “Niku-sha, you could learn a thing or two from Katherine. She has such a talent for cooking.” Natasha stayed silent, methodically arranging the c:u:tlery. From the living room, a cra$h echoed—something had fallen to the floor. “Lucifer, can you see what your nephews have done?” Natasha said calmly. “Oh, come on,” Lucifer replied dismissively, not even looking up. “Let them play—they’re just kids.” “Exactly!” Victoria chimed in. “Niku-sha, you’re so proper. Everything has to be perfect with you.” “I just like order,” Natasha replied softly. “There should be life in a home!” Victoria declared loudly. “You’re always fussing over cleanliness, Niku-sha. Imagine if you had kids—you’d be chasing them with a rag all day!” Natasha felt her cheeks b:u:rn. The topic of children was a raw one—after two failed pregnancies, doctors had advised her to wait before trying again. She sw@ll0wed the words b:u:rning on her t0ngue and stayed silent. Lunch unfolded in the same ve!n. Victoria offered unsolicited advice, Katherine boasted about her culinary skills, and the twins left a trail of cha0s throughout the apartment. Lucifer sat back, seemingly enjoying the lively atmosphere, oblivious to the growing tension in Natasha. “You know, Niku-sha,” Victoria said, finishing her second slice of cake, “Katherine and I were thinking—maybe we should gather at your place every Sunday? Your kitchen is so spacious, and you cook… well, with soul.” SEE THE CONTINUATION IN THE COMMENTS BELOW! ⬇️⬇️
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  • USA General, Michael Langley is facing criticism for accusing Burkina Faso's President, Ibrahim Traore, of using the country's gold reserves to protect himself.
    USA General, Michael Langley is facing criticism for accusing Burkina Faso's President, Ibrahim Traore, of using the country's gold reserves to protect himself.
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  • "The end of law is not to abolish or restrain but to preserve and enlarge freedom" - John Locke
    "The end of law is not to abolish or restrain but to preserve and enlarge freedom" - John Locke
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  • 25th April, 2025

    His Excellency,
    Rt. Hon. (Elder) Sheriff F.O. Oborevwori,
    The Executive Governor,
    Delta State, Nigeria.

    Your Excellency,

    LETTER OF RESIGNATION FROM THE POSITION OF SENIOR SPECIAL ASSISTANT ON CIVIL SOCIETY'S AND NGOs

    With deep reflection, a heavy heart, and unwavering love for the people of Delta State, I, Comrade Victor Ojei, popularly called Wong Box, hereby tender my resignation as Senior Special Assistant to the Governor on Civil Societies and NGOs, effective from 25th April, 2025, marking the end of my tenure which began on the 2nd of August, 2023.

    When I accepted the appointment, it was with burning hope — a hope to bridge the gap between government and the grassroots, to be a voice for the voiceless, to inspire change not just from the corridors of power but from the trenches where our people cry daily for justice, development, and a better life.

    I did not join politics to wine and dine. I joined PDP and accepted this role with only one ambition: to fight for the ordinary Deltan through Activism, Advocacy, and Developmental partnerships that would uplift our land from the scars of neglect and political promises into genuine prosperity. But I was limited by the very system I sought to strengthen.

    Every single effort to attract international developmental partners, NGOs, and innovation was stalled and dumped into KIV (Keep In View). What should have been a movement for progress became a standstill. Projects that could have sparked industrial revolutions, brought jobs to the unemployed, and put food in the mouths of widows and orphans were met with silence.

    Where are the economic projects that bring money into the hands of ordinary people? Where is the non-kinetic security architecture we so passionately advocated for — the use of AI-driven CCTV in ungoverned spaces of our state to protect lives and property?

    From 1999 to date, not one tangible thing comes into the pocket of the average Deltan monthly. Not one policy guarantees their safety. Not one hope touches their roof. This cannot continue — and I refuse to be part of a system that watches our people drown and claps instead of rescuing them.

    To your credit, Your Excellency, I thank you for the opportunity to serve. I did not take it lightly. I tried with every drop of energy I had — we established the Save Delta State Security WhatsApp Platform with key stakeholders: police, DSS, hunters, youth leaders, PGs of communities, and more. We gave our best, and we are still giving our best — but a tree cannot make a forest when starved of rain.

    What we need is political will. If the state must take loans, let it be to protect lives. Let it be to bring technology to our streets, especially those forgotten in the rural ends of our beloved Delta.

    I want to state clearly: I will not cross carpet from PDP to APC. I am not a politician; I am a socio-political activist. I stand with truth and with the people, not with the highest bidder.

    Yes, I admired President Bola Ahmed Tinubu for his bold reforms as Governor of Lagos State. But this new path — this aggressive political conversion of PDP states into APC strongholds — is dangerous. It is pushing Nigeria toward a one-party system, which PDP never did during their time from 1999 to 2015.

    The birth of APC itself was possible because the PDP government then allowed political plurality. That era was the best of Nigeria’s democracy. Democracy is not democracy when power is gained by manipulation. That is not democracy; that is voodoo governance.

    I will never toy with the destiny of the people of Delta State. My loyalty lies with them, not with any party or position. I will continue to speak, to act, and to defend the people whether in office or outside it.

    I may have resigned the position, but I have not resigned my passion. I have not resigned from Delta State. I have not resigned from the hearts of the people. And I know that the people who know the truth will one day rise to give me a chance to truly serve them without chains.

    Let it be known that Comrade Victor Ojei (Wong Box) stood when others bowed. That I chose the people, even when the palace doors were open.

    May God bless Delta State.
    May He bless the dreams of every suffering Deltan.
    And may He give us the courage to fight for a better tomorrow.

    With a broken heart but a clear conscience,
    I remain,

    Comrade Victor Ojei (Wong Box)
    Former SSA on Civil Societies & NGOs
    Lead Activist, Young Nigerian Rights
    25th April, 2025 His Excellency, Rt. Hon. (Elder) Sheriff F.O. Oborevwori, The Executive Governor, Delta State, Nigeria. Your Excellency, LETTER OF RESIGNATION FROM THE POSITION OF SENIOR SPECIAL ASSISTANT ON CIVIL SOCIETY'S AND NGOs With deep reflection, a heavy heart, and unwavering love for the people of Delta State, I, Comrade Victor Ojei, popularly called Wong Box, hereby tender my resignation as Senior Special Assistant to the Governor on Civil Societies and NGOs, effective from 25th April, 2025, marking the end of my tenure which began on the 2nd of August, 2023. When I accepted the appointment, it was with burning hope — a hope to bridge the gap between government and the grassroots, to be a voice for the voiceless, to inspire change not just from the corridors of power but from the trenches where our people cry daily for justice, development, and a better life. I did not join politics to wine and dine. I joined PDP and accepted this role with only one ambition: to fight for the ordinary Deltan through Activism, Advocacy, and Developmental partnerships that would uplift our land from the scars of neglect and political promises into genuine prosperity. But I was limited by the very system I sought to strengthen. Every single effort to attract international developmental partners, NGOs, and innovation was stalled and dumped into KIV (Keep In View). What should have been a movement for progress became a standstill. Projects that could have sparked industrial revolutions, brought jobs to the unemployed, and put food in the mouths of widows and orphans were met with silence. Where are the economic projects that bring money into the hands of ordinary people? Where is the non-kinetic security architecture we so passionately advocated for — the use of AI-driven CCTV in ungoverned spaces of our state to protect lives and property? From 1999 to date, not one tangible thing comes into the pocket of the average Deltan monthly. Not one policy guarantees their safety. Not one hope touches their roof. This cannot continue — and I refuse to be part of a system that watches our people drown and claps instead of rescuing them. To your credit, Your Excellency, I thank you for the opportunity to serve. I did not take it lightly. I tried with every drop of energy I had — we established the Save Delta State Security WhatsApp Platform with key stakeholders: police, DSS, hunters, youth leaders, PGs of communities, and more. We gave our best, and we are still giving our best — but a tree cannot make a forest when starved of rain. What we need is political will. If the state must take loans, let it be to protect lives. Let it be to bring technology to our streets, especially those forgotten in the rural ends of our beloved Delta. I want to state clearly: I will not cross carpet from PDP to APC. I am not a politician; I am a socio-political activist. I stand with truth and with the people, not with the highest bidder. Yes, I admired President Bola Ahmed Tinubu for his bold reforms as Governor of Lagos State. But this new path — this aggressive political conversion of PDP states into APC strongholds — is dangerous. It is pushing Nigeria toward a one-party system, which PDP never did during their time from 1999 to 2015. The birth of APC itself was possible because the PDP government then allowed political plurality. That era was the best of Nigeria’s democracy. Democracy is not democracy when power is gained by manipulation. That is not democracy; that is voodoo governance. I will never toy with the destiny of the people of Delta State. My loyalty lies with them, not with any party or position. I will continue to speak, to act, and to defend the people whether in office or outside it. I may have resigned the position, but I have not resigned my passion. I have not resigned from Delta State. I have not resigned from the hearts of the people. And I know that the people who know the truth will one day rise to give me a chance to truly serve them without chains. Let it be known that Comrade Victor Ojei (Wong Box) stood when others bowed. That I chose the people, even when the palace doors were open. May God bless Delta State. May He bless the dreams of every suffering Deltan. And may He give us the courage to fight for a better tomorrow. With a broken heart but a clear conscience, I remain, Comrade Victor Ojei (Wong Box) Former SSA on Civil Societies & NGOs Lead Activist, Young Nigerian Rights
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  • “We will mine our gold ourselves not for France, but for our people!” – Captain Ibrahim Traore.

    The Burkina Faso leader has told the Western world, especially France, that they wouldn’t be given the chance to temper with gold reserves in the country again. He also built a gold refinery to process its gold rather than taking it to the West.

    Details: https://celebritiesnewsbuzz.cbgist.com/latest-news/we-will-mine-our-gold-ourselves-not-for-france-but-for-our-people-captain-ibrahim-traore/13285/
    “We will mine our gold ourselves not for France, but for our people!” – Captain Ibrahim Traore. The Burkina Faso leader has told the Western world, especially France, that they wouldn’t be given the chance to temper with gold reserves in the country again. He also built a gold refinery to process its gold rather than taking it to the West. Details: https://celebritiesnewsbuzz.cbgist.com/latest-news/we-will-mine-our-gold-ourselves-not-for-france-but-for-our-people-captain-ibrahim-traore/13285/
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  • Make it a day to join and observe what is happening lives.
    Make it a day to join and observe what is happening lives.
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  • 1. A leader leads from the front not from the back
    2. A leader does first before he asks his followers to do not the other way round
    3. A leader listens more than he speaks
    4. A leader takes responsibility, not excuses
    5. A leader corrects in private and praises in public
    6. A leader stands strong during chaos, not just in comfort
    7. A leader motivates by example, not by pressure
    8. A leader protects the weak, not exploit them
    9. A leader shows vision, not confusion
    10. A leader works with the team, not above the team
    11. A leader creates more leaders, not more followers
    12. A leader stays calm even when others panic
    13. A leader stays focused on the goal, not distracted by noise
    14. A leader serves before he commands
    15. A leader accepts blame and shares the credit
    16. A leader builds trust, not fear
    17. A leader values growth over perfection
    18. A leader solves problems, not spread blame
    19. A leader remains humble no matter how high he climbs
    20. A leader respects others regardless of their position
    21. A leader keeps learning, even while leading
    22. A leader inspires with actions, not just words

    23. A leader speaks truth, not what’s convenient
    24. A leader admits mistakes, not cover them
    25. A leader remains consistent, not double-faced
    26. A leader earns loyalty, not demand it
    27. A leader walks with integrity, not hidden agendas
    28. A leader stays visible when it's tough, not hide
    29. A leader builds bridges, not walls
    30. A leader lifts others up, not tramples on them

    *Encouragement Paragraph:*
    True leadership is not about titles or positions — it’s about action, impact, and character. Whether you lead a team, a family, a community, or just yourself, be the kind of leader who leads by example. People follow what they see, not what they hear. So rise, lead with love, strength, and integrity. The world needs more of such leadership.
    1. A leader leads from the front not from the back 2. A leader does first before he asks his followers to do not the other way round 3. A leader listens more than he speaks 4. A leader takes responsibility, not excuses 5. A leader corrects in private and praises in public 6. A leader stands strong during chaos, not just in comfort 7. A leader motivates by example, not by pressure 8. A leader protects the weak, not exploit them 9. A leader shows vision, not confusion 10. A leader works with the team, not above the team 11. A leader creates more leaders, not more followers 12. A leader stays calm even when others panic 13. A leader stays focused on the goal, not distracted by noise 14. A leader serves before he commands 15. A leader accepts blame and shares the credit 16. A leader builds trust, not fear 17. A leader values growth over perfection 18. A leader solves problems, not spread blame 19. A leader remains humble no matter how high he climbs 20. A leader respects others regardless of their position 21. A leader keeps learning, even while leading 22. A leader inspires with actions, not just words 23. A leader speaks truth, not what’s convenient 24. A leader admits mistakes, not cover them 25. A leader remains consistent, not double-faced 26. A leader earns loyalty, not demand it 27. A leader walks with integrity, not hidden agendas 28. A leader stays visible when it's tough, not hide 29. A leader builds bridges, not walls 30. A leader lifts others up, not tramples on them *Encouragement Paragraph:* True leadership is not about titles or positions — it’s about action, impact, and character. Whether you lead a team, a family, a community, or just yourself, be the kind of leader who leads by example. People follow what they see, not what they hear. So rise, lead with love, strength, and integrity. The world needs more of such leadership. 💪🌟
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  • Still celebrating my mummy.
    Happy birthday Mami. The Lord keep and preserve you. I pray Long life and good health for you in Jesus name .

    Friends Gada here and bless my mum.
    Still celebrating my mummy. Happy birthday Mami. The Lord keep and preserve you. I pray Long life and good health for you in Jesus name 🙏🙏. Friends Gada here and bless my mum.
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  • Erectile dysfunction isn’t always age.

    It’s not always “just stress.”
    A lot of men are losing their power because of what they swallow daily—

    Pills for blood pressure. Pills for diabetes. And the food that caused the problem in the first place? Still on the plate.

    The truth is?
    You can’t medicate your way out of a lifestyle that’s killing you.

    Fake food, Seed oil, Soda, Sugar—
    All silent thieves of circulation, hormones, and confidence.

    And those pills?
    They manage the symptoms…
    While slowly robbing you of what makes you a man. Choking blood flow to your John Thomas.

    I'm not telling you to stop your drugs abruptly but there's a healthy path to follow

    It doesn’t have to be this way.
    Clean up the plate. Rethink the pill. Reclaim your health.
    Your diçk isn't gone. It's just being buried under the wrong fuel.

    Your manhood deserves better.
    Fully. Boldly. Naturally

    This is the time to break the bedroom silence and reclaim your fire before it extinguishes

    #shakabulous weekend starts NOW.
    Erectile dysfunction isn’t always age. It’s not always “just stress.” A lot of men are losing their power because of what they swallow daily— Pills for blood pressure. Pills for diabetes. And the food that caused the problem in the first place? Still on the plate. The truth is? You can’t medicate your way out of a lifestyle that’s killing you. Fake food, Seed oil, Soda, Sugar— All silent thieves of circulation, hormones, and confidence. And those pills? They manage the symptoms… While slowly robbing you of what makes you a man. Choking blood flow to your John Thomas. I'm not telling you to stop your drugs abruptly but there's a healthy path to follow It doesn’t have to be this way. Clean up the plate. Rethink the pill. Reclaim your health. Your diçk isn't gone. It's just being buried under the wrong fuel. Your manhood deserves better. Fully. Boldly. Naturally This is the time to break the bedroom silence and reclaim your fire before it extinguishes #shakabulous weekend starts NOW.
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  • What about magic teas?Nahhhhhhhhh.
    Don't make it your guide. Add some supplements.

    This is a FOOD WAR — play the long game to win at DAWN.

    If this hits harder than period cramps — share it.
    And if you’re done letting cysts crash your vibe?

    Grab a Cyst-Kicking Meal Map —

    because your ovaries deserve armor, not apologies.
    What about magic teas?Nahhhhhhhhh. Don't make it your guide. Add some supplements. This is a FOOD WAR — play the long game to win at DAWN. If this hits harder than period cramps — share it. And if you’re done letting cysts crash your vibe? Grab a Cyst-Kicking Meal Map — because your ovaries deserve armor, not apologies.
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  • MBOMUZO IN OKWUOHIA AUTONOMOUS COMMUNITY,
    OBOWO L.G.A., IMO STATE, NIGERIA.
    Okwuohia is a Community in Obowo
    L.G.A., of Imo state, Nigeria, that has enviable rich historical background and deep cultural heritage. Okwuohia is the only community in Obowo and the old ETITI District that has four markets covering the four market days in Igbo calendar, namely: Eke, Orie, Afor and Nkwo. All these have distinct locations and hold accordingly.
    The community prides herself with many cultural festivals which include Mbomuzo, Ntumaka, Nrim-ji (Iri ji) among others. But the one that attracts people in their numbers to the community is, "MBOMUZO", a-k-a "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA".
    MBOMUZO simply means, "clearing of the roads ", otherwise known as environmental cleansing, especially with regard to roads leading to traditional centres and matket places. It is intended to make the roads passable again in order to give proper access to the markets and homes of citizens.
    In Okwuohia, all roads are cleared very thoroughly starting from individual homes to the Eke-Okwuohia, Orie-Okwuohia, Afor-Okwuohia and Nkwo-Okwuohia market squares. Also, roads leading to major and significant rivers are cleared. For instance, the Onu-iyi-lolo-nwanyi (Onu-ngele) stream at Umuduru Mgbakam is usually kept cleared for the "AHIA-NGANGA" ceremony by the women of Okwuohia during the same period. It has to be noted that all the road clearing and cleansing must be completed on or before the NKWO market day preceding the EKE market day of the ceremony.
    NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA: As said earlier in this write-up, MBOMUZO Okwuohia is also referred to as NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA. Why?
    Ours, is an agrarian community. In those good old days, our people cultivated yams, coco-yams, maize, cassava and mkpokoro in large scales. Farming was done more at locations far away from homes. Due to this, farmers constructed make-shift structures there in the bush/farms, where they rested and had their meals during the toils of the day. Most times, people returned to their homes very late in the evening. Major foods eaten in the farms those days were bread-fruits (Ukwa), palm kernels, yams and coco-yams. The bread-fruits were eaten whole without removing the the shells or the outer covers. Farming took place between the months of January and May, during which period farmers fed on any available food items. When such farmers returned to their homes from their farms in the month of May, they settled down to enjoy more pleasant and well prepared food. They would no longer eat the bread-fruits with their shells. Also, they cleaned their environments that had been left bushy during the period of intensive farming activities in the farms. From their homes, clearing and cleansing progress to the roads that lead to other homes and traditional centres. At this time, people begin to exchange visits with relatives and friends both far and near to show that they have returned home after the farming period in the bush. Such visits are usually reciprocated. During such visits, entertainments are unlimited based on the dispositions of the parties involved. In Okwuohia, after the entertainment at home, people gather at the designated market square to demonstrate it the more. The venue is usually at the ORIE OKWUOHIA, where the EKWIRIKWE music music is played and danced in an organized manner.
    EKWIRIKWE MUSIC AND ORDER OF DANCING:
    After the presentation and blessing of kola-nuts by the traditional ruler of Okwuohia, who declares the ceremony open after his speech and brief demonstration of the dance, the ceremony begins. Ofeiyi people, who are the custodians of the EKWIRIKWE do a brief demonstration dance. Thereafter, the traditional order of seniority of the three sections of Okwuohia is strictly observed thus: MGBAKAM, OFEIYI and AMARAMOHIA. Finally, a general dance which is usually longer and more thrilling comes up and marks the end of the ceremony.
    The EKWIRIKWE music delivers messages which present Okwuohia as place with people of remarkable mutual respect, prowess and noted for wrestling. EKWIRIKWE music is used to caution Okwuohia people not to eat the bread-fruits with the shells again after the Mbomuzo. Hence, "ONYE ATALA UKWA NA MKPEKELE" and "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". This is demonstrated by hitting one's back-side to symbolically discharge the ones eaten previously. Before the EKWIRIKWE dance arena is approached, people sing various songs and dance along the road according to Age Grades, socicultural groups and sections.
    MBOMUZO AND THE PRONOUNCEMENT OF DATE.
    Only the Eze of Okwuohia, in consultation with you Traditional Council has the powers to announce the date for MBOMUZO every year. Above all, it is a known fact that Okwuohia community is the first among all the communities in Obowo and even the old ETITI District to perform Mbomuzo every year, thus determining the cultural calendar for other communities that perform the same and or related festivals.
    Mbomuzo holds in Okwuohia on the second EKE-Okwuohia market day in the month of June every year. Visitors, friends, in-laws and well -wishers of the community visit the community to enjoy the characteristic hospitality and conviviality associated with the ceremony. Entertainment items are unlimited especially according to the preparedness of the individual families and persons during the period. Such entertainment items include and not limited to polished bread-fruit meals, maize pudding, cassava foo-foo, oil-bean pudding and different kinds of drinks.
    PROBLEMS:
    The festival has suffered from various problems which include but not limited to wrong perceptions, misrepresentation, misconception, ignorance, ineptitude, iconoclasm and apathy. Many, especially the less informed and the neo-religious groups strongly hold to the perception that that the festival is fetish and wasteful (especially those who are not willing to spend their resources to host guests).
    ADVANTAGES:
    The period leads to keeping the surroundings clean, re-union of families, friends, in-laws and well -wishers, tourist attraction and advancing our cultural heritage including ensuring the acquisition and development of the EKWIRIKWE playing and dancing skills.
    In the good old days, women who earnestly took part in the road and market clearing and cleansing and later took part in the AHIA-NGANGA activities after bathing on serious intents at the Onu-Lolo-nwanyi (Onu-Ngele) stream, would appear at Mbomuzo the following year either pregnant or as nursing mothers if they either prayed for or desired such thereby.
    MODIFICATIONS SO FAR:
    Since culture is dynamic, efforts have been made by the leadership of Okwuohia community, over time, to modify certain aspects of the festival and programmes there-of in order to exponge some questionable and undesirable aspects of it. For instance, the timing and declaration of the date of the festival are now done by the Traditional ruler of Okwuohia in synergy with the Traditional Council. Also, no shrine or deity is either worshipped or honoured before, during and even after the festival. Most times, the traditional rulership open the festival with Christian thanks-giving worship at an agreed Christian church here in Okwuohia.
    CONCLUSION:
    In line with the realities of the present moments, efforts should be made to allow for acceptable modifications while there should be insistence on protecting and upholding the soul, spirit and purports of the cultural heritage of our dear Okwuohia community especially as regards affects MBOMUZO.
    Written by:
    Chief Emma C. Anyanwu, (DIKEMBA),
    1st Traditional Prime Minister and Currently the Chairman of Okwuohia Traditional Council,
    Being a lecture presented by me at the 2019 edition of MBOMUZO festival, at EKE-OKWUOHIA Market Square.
    MBOMUZO IN OKWUOHIA AUTONOMOUS COMMUNITY, OBOWO L.G.A., IMO STATE, NIGERIA. Okwuohia is a Community in Obowo L.G.A., of Imo state, Nigeria, that has enviable rich historical background and deep cultural heritage. Okwuohia is the only community in Obowo and the old ETITI District that has four markets covering the four market days in Igbo calendar, namely: Eke, Orie, Afor and Nkwo. All these have distinct locations and hold accordingly. The community prides herself with many cultural festivals which include Mbomuzo, Ntumaka, Nrim-ji (Iri ji) among others. But the one that attracts people in their numbers to the community is, "MBOMUZO", a-k-a "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". MBOMUZO simply means, "clearing of the roads ", otherwise known as environmental cleansing, especially with regard to roads leading to traditional centres and matket places. It is intended to make the roads passable again in order to give proper access to the markets and homes of citizens. In Okwuohia, all roads are cleared very thoroughly starting from individual homes to the Eke-Okwuohia, Orie-Okwuohia, Afor-Okwuohia and Nkwo-Okwuohia market squares. Also, roads leading to major and significant rivers are cleared. For instance, the Onu-iyi-lolo-nwanyi (Onu-ngele) stream at Umuduru Mgbakam is usually kept cleared for the "AHIA-NGANGA" ceremony by the women of Okwuohia during the same period. It has to be noted that all the road clearing and cleansing must be completed on or before the NKWO market day preceding the EKE market day of the ceremony. NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA: As said earlier in this write-up, MBOMUZO Okwuohia is also referred to as NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA. Why? Ours, is an agrarian community. In those good old days, our people cultivated yams, coco-yams, maize, cassava and mkpokoro in large scales. Farming was done more at locations far away from homes. Due to this, farmers constructed make-shift structures there in the bush/farms, where they rested and had their meals during the toils of the day. Most times, people returned to their homes very late in the evening. Major foods eaten in the farms those days were bread-fruits (Ukwa), palm kernels, yams and coco-yams. The bread-fruits were eaten whole without removing the the shells or the outer covers. Farming took place between the months of January and May, during which period farmers fed on any available food items. When such farmers returned to their homes from their farms in the month of May, they settled down to enjoy more pleasant and well prepared food. They would no longer eat the bread-fruits with their shells. Also, they cleaned their environments that had been left bushy during the period of intensive farming activities in the farms. From their homes, clearing and cleansing progress to the roads that lead to other homes and traditional centres. At this time, people begin to exchange visits with relatives and friends both far and near to show that they have returned home after the farming period in the bush. Such visits are usually reciprocated. During such visits, entertainments are unlimited based on the dispositions of the parties involved. In Okwuohia, after the entertainment at home, people gather at the designated market square to demonstrate it the more. The venue is usually at the ORIE OKWUOHIA, where the EKWIRIKWE music music is played and danced in an organized manner. EKWIRIKWE MUSIC AND ORDER OF DANCING: After the presentation and blessing of kola-nuts by the traditional ruler of Okwuohia, who declares the ceremony open after his speech and brief demonstration of the dance, the ceremony begins. Ofeiyi people, who are the custodians of the EKWIRIKWE do a brief demonstration dance. Thereafter, the traditional order of seniority of the three sections of Okwuohia is strictly observed thus: MGBAKAM, OFEIYI and AMARAMOHIA. Finally, a general dance which is usually longer and more thrilling comes up and marks the end of the ceremony. The EKWIRIKWE music delivers messages which present Okwuohia as place with people of remarkable mutual respect, prowess and noted for wrestling. EKWIRIKWE music is used to caution Okwuohia people not to eat the bread-fruits with the shells again after the Mbomuzo. Hence, "ONYE ATALA UKWA NA MKPEKELE" and "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". This is demonstrated by hitting one's back-side to symbolically discharge the ones eaten previously. Before the EKWIRIKWE dance arena is approached, people sing various songs and dance along the road according to Age Grades, socicultural groups and sections. MBOMUZO AND THE PRONOUNCEMENT OF DATE. Only the Eze of Okwuohia, in consultation with you Traditional Council has the powers to announce the date for MBOMUZO every year. Above all, it is a known fact that Okwuohia community is the first among all the communities in Obowo and even the old ETITI District to perform Mbomuzo every year, thus determining the cultural calendar for other communities that perform the same and or related festivals. Mbomuzo holds in Okwuohia on the second EKE-Okwuohia market day in the month of June every year. Visitors, friends, in-laws and well -wishers of the community visit the community to enjoy the characteristic hospitality and conviviality associated with the ceremony. Entertainment items are unlimited especially according to the preparedness of the individual families and persons during the period. Such entertainment items include and not limited to polished bread-fruit meals, maize pudding, cassava foo-foo, oil-bean pudding and different kinds of drinks. PROBLEMS: The festival has suffered from various problems which include but not limited to wrong perceptions, misrepresentation, misconception, ignorance, ineptitude, iconoclasm and apathy. Many, especially the less informed and the neo-religious groups strongly hold to the perception that that the festival is fetish and wasteful (especially those who are not willing to spend their resources to host guests). ADVANTAGES: The period leads to keeping the surroundings clean, re-union of families, friends, in-laws and well -wishers, tourist attraction and advancing our cultural heritage including ensuring the acquisition and development of the EKWIRIKWE playing and dancing skills. In the good old days, women who earnestly took part in the road and market clearing and cleansing and later took part in the AHIA-NGANGA activities after bathing on serious intents at the Onu-Lolo-nwanyi (Onu-Ngele) stream, would appear at Mbomuzo the following year either pregnant or as nursing mothers if they either prayed for or desired such thereby. MODIFICATIONS SO FAR: Since culture is dynamic, efforts have been made by the leadership of Okwuohia community, over time, to modify certain aspects of the festival and programmes there-of in order to exponge some questionable and undesirable aspects of it. For instance, the timing and declaration of the date of the festival are now done by the Traditional ruler of Okwuohia in synergy with the Traditional Council. Also, no shrine or deity is either worshipped or honoured before, during and even after the festival. Most times, the traditional rulership open the festival with Christian thanks-giving worship at an agreed Christian church here in Okwuohia. CONCLUSION: In line with the realities of the present moments, efforts should be made to allow for acceptable modifications while there should be insistence on protecting and upholding the soul, spirit and purports of the cultural heritage of our dear Okwuohia community especially as regards affects MBOMUZO. Written by: Chief Emma C. Anyanwu, (DIKEMBA), 1st Traditional Prime Minister and Currently the Chairman of Okwuohia Traditional Council, Being a lecture presented by me at the 2019 edition of MBOMUZO festival, at EKE-OKWUOHIA Market Square.
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