*Texas lawmakers are urging Tesla to delay its robotaxi launch until September 1, when new autonomous driving regulations are scheduled to go into effect*

Updated: June 19th, 2025
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https://www.reuters.com/business/autos-transportation/tesla-asked-delay-robotaxi-launch-by-democratic-texas-lawmakers-2025-06-19/

A group of seven Texas lawmakers, primarily Democratic legislators, have indeed urged Tesla to delay its robotaxi launch in Austin until September 1, 2025. The lawmakers sent a letter to Elon Musk's Tesla, citing concerns about public safety and the need for compliance with new state regulations governing autonomous vehicles.

A robotaxi is a self-driving taxi that uses artificial intelligence and sensors to navigate roads without human intervention. It's like a regular taxi, but instead of a human driver, the vehicle is controlled by computers and sensors.

Imagine calling a taxi, and when it arrives, there's no driver. You get in, and the car takes you to your destination safely and efficiently. That's what a robotaxi is all about!

The new regulations, set to take effect on September 1, would require autonomous vehicles to:
- *Meet Safety Standards*: Autonomous vehicles would need to adhere to specific safety standards
- *Register under Texas Law*: Autonomous vehicles would need to be registered according to Texas law
- *Provide Emergency Interaction Plans*: Autonomous vehicles would need to have plans in place for emergency interactions

The lawmakers believe that delaying the launch until the new regulations are in effect would help build trust in Tesla's autonomous vehicle operations and serve public safety interests. However, Tesla is not legally required to halt its planned launch, which was originally set for June 22, 2025, and was expected to involve 10-20 geofenced vehicles operating continuously.

A man has two choices when he's in a relationship with a strong, loyal, emotionally invested woman: either rise to the occasion and be everything she needs, or step aside and stop blocking the view for the man who actually can. It’s that simple.

You don’t get to half-love her, breadcrumb her with attention, or keep her on a leash while you figure yourself out. She’s not a placeholder. She’s not a test run. She’s a woman with a heart that loves deeply and a soul that deserves stability. If you’re going to love her, really love her. Show up. Lead with consistency, not confusion.

Be intentional, not impulsive. Speak life into her, no doubt. Handle her with care, not control. Because a woman like her doesn’t just want romance, she needs reliability, presence, protection, and peace. And if you can’t be that then don’t waste her time. Sit down and let the real one step up. Because someone else will. Someone who recognizes her worth without needing to be reminded.

Someone who sees her strength and doesn’t feel intimidated by it but is inspired to match it. She deserves someone who doesn't hesitate when it comes to loving her right. If that’s not you, move out of the way.

Breaking News:

A Magistrate Court in Enugu orders a lady to pay ₦150k For collecting ₦3k Transport Fare from her boyfriend and refused to visit him as promised.

She was arrested by the Nigerian police Enugu state. Enugu magistrate court ordered her to pay her boyfriend,Emeka Nwankwo the sum of ₦150k. Because emeka Nwankwo gave chinasa nwibeh, 3k for Transport money to visit him...
The girl ate the money and switched off her phone.

The boyfriend went to near by police station and reported the case..And she was arrested..

So, the court said she should pay ₦100k with an additional interest and another ₦50k* for emotional damages because the boyfriend was emotionally abused by absence of the girlfriend.Total is ₦150k

The boyfriend, Emeka Nwankwo brought evidence to the court of the mobile money transfer made to her and all the WhatsApp messages they shared.

The Judge in her ruling said this was done to serve as a deterrent to ladies who indulge in such a ****** act

It pays to serve God ! Just give it a try, and it'll surprise you!

Saturday PUNCH gathered that the attacks occurred in two communities in Bokkos and Mangu Local Government Areas of the state on Thursday night.

According to eyewitnesses, gunmen stormed the Tangur district in Bokkos LGA around 8 pm, shooting indiscriminately as they broke into homes and killed many people.

The Chairman of Community Peace Observers in Bokkos LGA, Kefas Mallai, who confirmed the attack to our correspondent in Jos on Friday, said 13 people, mostly women and children, were killed in Jwan community of the council area.

Forgive even if they’re not sorry.
Forgive even if their words still play over and over in your head.
Forgive even if they haven’t changed.
Forgive even if they don’t deserve it.
Forgive even if the apology never comes.

Forgive because you owe it to yourself.

Forgiveness doesn’t mean offering them access back into your life.
…and it doesn’t mean giving them permission to break your heart again.

Forgiveness allows YOU to heal.

Being the bigger person isn’t saying, “What you did to me is okay.” It’s saying, ”I’m no longer giving you the power to control my emotions.”

Even if it’s the hardest thing in the world to do…

Forgive them anyway.🩷

A man has two choices when he's in a relationship with a strong, loyal, emotionally invested woman: either rise to the occasion and be everything she needs, or step aside and stop blocking the view for the man who actually can. It’s that simple.

You don’t get to half-love her, breadcrumb her with attention, or keep her on a leash while you figure yourself out. She’s not a placeholder. She’s not a test run. She’s a woman with a heart that loves deeply and a soul that deserves stability. If you’re going to love her, really love her. Show up. Lead with consistency, not confusion.

Be intentional, not impulsive. Speak life into her, no doubt. Handle her with care, not control. Because a woman like her doesn’t just want romance, she needs reliability, presence, protection, and peace. And if you can’t be that then don’t waste her time. Sit down and let the real one step up. Because someone else will. Someone who recognizes her worth without needing to be reminded.

Someone who sees her strength and doesn’t feel intimidated by it but is inspired to match it. She deserves someone who doesn't hesitate when it comes to loving her right. If that’s not you, move out of the way.

I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 3
Nneka’s home was a sanctuary of warmth and success—a spacious modern penthouse in the heart of Lagos, filled with natural light, elegant furniture, and the scent of her luxury skincare products. It was a reflection of her: beautiful, inviting, and full of life.
And now, Ngozi was inside.
Ngozi had arrived with a single suitcase and a smile so sweet it could rot teeth.
"Sis, I just missed you so much," she had said, hugging Nneka tightly at the door. "Living alone has been so lonely… and with your wedding coming up, I thought—why not spend more time with my favorite twin?"
Nneka, ever trusting, melted instantly. "Of course! This is your home too!"
She didn’t see the way Ngozi’s eyes flickered over the expensive decor, the way her fingers lingered a little too long on Emeka’s jacket hanging by the door.
She didn’t see the snake slithering into her paradise.
Ngozi played her role flawlessly.
She woke up early to make breakfast, humming as she set the table. "You work so hard, Nneka. Let me take care of you for once!"
She offered to help with wedding plans, flipping through bridal magazines with exaggerated excitement. "Oh my God, this dress would look stunning on you!"
She even volunteered to test Nneka’s new skincare line, raving about it to her followers online. "My sister is a genius! You all need to try this!"
But behind every smile, every compliment, was a blade waiting to strike.
Ngozi’s first mission? Emeka.
She waited until Nneka was busy with a business call, then "accidentally" bumped into Emeka in the kitchen, spilling her wine on his crisp white shirt.
"Oh no! I’m so sorry!" she gasped, dabbing at his chest with a napkin, her touch lingering just a second too long.
Emeka, ever the gentleman, laughed it off. *"It’s fine, Ngozi. No harm done."
But Ngozi wasn’t done.
Later that night, as they all watched a movie, she made sure to sit a little too close to Emeka, her bare leg brushing against his. When Nneka got up to take a call, Ngozi sighed dramatically.
"I wish I had a man as patient as you, Emeka. Nneka is so lucky… but honestly, I don’t know how you put up with her workaholic ways. She barely has time for you."
Emeka frowned. "She’s just passionate."
Ngozi gave a small, pitying smile. "Of course. But a man like you deserves… more."
The seed was planted.
Nneka’s skincare samples for an important client meeting vanished the night before the presentation. She turned the house upside down, panic rising in her chest.
"Ngozi, did you see the box of Naturé samples? They were right here!"
Ngozi widened her eyes in fake concern. "Oh no! Maybe the cleaner misplaced them?"
But Nneka’s cleaner was meticulous. And Ngozi had been the last one near the samples.
The meeting was a disaster. Nneka had to apologize profusely, her reputation taking a hit.
And Ngozi? She comforted her sister with a hug, hiding her smirk in Nneka’s shoulder.
"Don’t worry, sis. These things happen."
The final blow came at Nneka’s birthday dinner.
Nneka had stepped away to take an urgent call from a supplier, leaving Emeka and Ngozi alone at the table.
Ngozi seized her chance.
She leaned in, her voice a whisper. "Emeka… I’ve always admired you. The way you love my sister… it’s so beautiful." She let her hand rest on his. *"But does she even see how amazing you are? Or is she too busy chasing her next big deal?"
Emeka pulled back, uncomfortable. *"Ngozi, don’t."
But Ngozi wasn’t deterred. With tears glistening in her eyes, she whispered, "I just hate seeing you taken for granted. If you were mine… I’d never let you feel second best."
Just then, Nneka returned, her smile fading as she took in the tense scene.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
Ngozi blinked away her "tears" and laughed lightly. "Of course! Emeka was just telling me how much he loves you."
But the doubt was already in the air.
As the days passed, Ngozi’s schemes grew bolder.
She "accidentally" sent Emeka flirty texts meant for a "mystery man," then gasped in horror when he confronted her. "Oh my God! That was for my friend’s brother! My phone must have glitched!"
She whispered to Nneka’s friends that her sister was "stressed and acting strange lately," planting the idea that Nneka was unstable.
And every night, she lay in bed, replaying her victories with a grin.
Because soon, very soon, Nneka’s perfect life would crumble.
And Ngozi would be there to pick up the pieces.
To Be Continued…)

DEAR SINGLE KING, WHEN LAST DID YOU MAKE A PRAYER LIKE THIS:

Lord, send me a wife—not just any wife, but a woman after Your own heart. A woman who knows how to fight battles on her knees, who walks with grace and speaks with wisdom. One who will anoint my head with oil, not just as a ritual, but as an act of love, protection, and spiritual authority.
Let her hands be gentle but powerful—so when she touches me, healing flows. May she see beyond my flaws and cover me in prayer, especially when I’m asleep and unaware. Let her whisper blessings over my future, declare peace over my mind, and invite Your presence into our home daily.
Give me a wife who understands the weight of purpose, who will encourage my calling, speak life into my dry seasons, and remind me who I am in You. Let her be a safe place, a warrior in the Spirit, and a woman who finds her strength not in the world, but in You.
And Lord, when You send her—prepare me to be the husband she deserves. Let me be her protector, her provider, her priest, and her peace. Together, may we be a kingdom couple—fueled by love, anchored in faith, and destined for purpose. Amen.

May you find "THE ONE".

Maybe you’re not just horny—you’re starved for human touch, affection, intimacy, passion, and fluid communication, followed by an orgasmic release. Your soul craves more than physical connection; it’s hungry for mental stimulation, non-sexual affection, comforting conversations, and pure transparency.
What you truly desire is a soulful bond where masculine and feminine energy intertwine seamlessly. It’s not just about someone penetrating your body; it’s about someone who touches your soul, ignites your spirit, and sees you completely.
The soul always knows what it wants—and it won’t settle for less than the depth and fulfillment it deserves.