JOKE OF THE DAY: After having failed his exam in “Logistics and Organization”, a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it. Student, “Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?” Professor, “Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!” Student, “Great, well then I would like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an 'A' for the exam.” Professor, “Okay, it's a deal. So what is the question?” Student: “What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?” Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an 'A', as agreed. Afterwards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question.... ⬇️ Story continues in the first comment ⬇️

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The pastor wives 3️⃣ Written by ©️ Oluchi M. Okike How can the smallest voice in the room end the loudest war? While three women battle for power, one quiet usher holds the truth that could tear down everything—and raise something unexpected in its place. Joy Benson was the kind of woman no one noticed. She moved with the grace of someone used to staying in the background. A soft-spoken usher. A single mother. A face often hidden behind white gloves and church protocol. But on that Tuesday morning, she became the headline. The Press Conference The church gates were flooded again, but this time not with fighting wives or chanting members. Joy stood alone, flanked by two women from the legal aid clinic and a file of documents. No makeup. No drama. Just quiet pain. She held up a photograph—an old, blurry image of her and Pastor Gideon at a beachside retreat. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shout. She simply said, “He promised to protect us. But when I got pregnant, he begged me to keep it secret. Said it would destroy everything. So I did… for eight years.” In the photograph, a small child could be seen playing in the background. Her daughter. The media had questions. Too many. But Joy didn’t stay long. She handed over the DNA report—signed, verified, and stamped. And just like that, everything changed. The Silence That Followed Mama Glo refused to speak to the press. Chinaza went completely off-grid. Stella collapsed at a pharmacy later that day and was taken to the hospital. Inside Fire River Ministries, the congregation began to murmur. Some felt betrayed. Others confused. But the board had to act quickly. By the following Sunday, a church bulletin was released: “Pending further verification, the burial of Pastor Gideon is on hold.” Chinaza’s Secrets Surface Just when things seemed to settle, something unexpected broke online. A clip. Grainy, uncut, but chilling. It showed a deliverance session from five years earlier. A private, behind-the-scenes moment somehow leaked to the internet. In it, Pastor Gideon was praying over a woman possessed by a "marine spirit." That woman… was Chinaza. The video showed her writhing, screaming, speaking in a voice not her own. And at the end, Pastor Gideon whispered something into her ear—words the microphone barely picked up. But someone enhanced the audio and shared it again. It sounded like he said: “Your secrets are safe with me… as long as you stay mine.” People were stunned. Was Chinaza delivered—or marked? Was she a wife—or something darker? And if so… why would he marry her? Stella’s Test Results Arrive Meanwhile, Stella was discharged from the hospital. Her test results came in. The truth? The child in her womb was not Pastor Gideon’s. The betrayal cut deep. Not just for the church, but for Stella herself. She had loved him. Or maybe… she had loved the platform. In an emotional online video, she confessed: “We were already drifting. I didn’t know I was pregnant until after his death. I thought… I could still belong.” It went viral. People wept. People mocked. People debated. But one thing was certain: Stella had nothing to gain anymore. The Unexpected Shift Then came the twist no one could have predicted. Instead of hiding or fighting, Mama Glo did something no one expected. She went live on Facebook. She told her story—not with anger, but with grace. How she met Gideon in the early days, when he was a young boy preaching with cracked lips and torn Bibles. How she fed him, clothed him, prayed for him. How she sold her wrappers to help him print flyers. And how, after all the fame, he stopped calling her “wife” and started calling her “burden.” But she ended with a smile. “I don’t need his name to prove my worth. I knew who he was before the world knew. I only came to give him a proper burial. Now… let the truth rest with him.” That video reached over 2 million views in two days. And Then Came Joy As the church leaders deliberated over what to do, the members quietly began to do something else. They visited Joy. Bags of food. School supplies. Little envelopes tucked with handwritten prayers. A hashtag was born: #WeChooseJoy And for the first time since the chaos began, the church found unity—not through titles or tradition—but through compassion. The Board decided to honor Pastor Gideon with a private burial. No wife would lead. No cameras. Just peace. And standing beside the casket, holding the hand of her daughter, was the woman no one had noticed… but who had always carried the truth. Please like, share, comment and follow my page 👉 Oluchi M. Okike so you don't miss episode 4️⃣

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!

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They laughed when she was forced to marry the village madman _ but what he did after the wedding shocked everyone. Episode 1 Emily was called into the center of the village by her stepmother, Margaret, who stood with arms crossed and eyes blazing. The entire village gathered, eager for gossip. Margaret’s voice cut through the air like a blade, announcing that Emily would marry Jacob—the madman who lived near the woods. Shock rippled through the crowd, followed by gasps and stifled laughter. Emily’s heart pounded in her chest as tears welled up in her eyes. She had always hoped for a quiet, respectful life—not this public humiliation. She looked over at Jacob, who was being led out like livestock. He walked slowly, not making eye contact, his clothes ragged and hair unkempt. His face, though tired, showed no madness—just quiet pain. The villagers laughed louder as Emily crumbled under the weight of shame. No one knew the truth about Jacob, not even Emily herself. As she stood there, helpless and humiliated, her life changed forever in that moment—and so did his. The wedding was rushed, almost like a joke. Villagers dressed in their finest came not to celebrate, but to witness the mockery unfold. Women wore bold prints and headscarves, whispering to one another and pointing. The ceremony was held under the old mango tree, the same place where countless happy unions had taken place. But this time, it was different. Emily stood stiffly beside Jacob, her hands trembling as she held her wilted bouquet. The priest hesitated before beginning, as even he felt the discomfort in the air. Note - this story belongs to jennylight,any page aside from hers stole it. Jacob didn’t say a word during the entire ceremony. He simply looked at the ground, never once meeting Emily’s eyes. When the priest asked if he accepted her as his wife, he gave a slow nod. No smile. No joy. Just a nod. Emily could feel the eyes of the villagers boring into her skin. Her stepmother smirked, proud of what she had orchestrated. The priest declared them husband and wife, and instead of cheers, laughter echoed through the village square. Emily felt like a lamb led to slaughter, her dignity stripped, her heart hollow. After the ceremony, there was no celebration—just silence. Emily and Jacob walked down the dusty path toward his tiny hut at the edge of the village. She had never been so humiliated. Her veil fluttered in the breeze, catching on low branches as curious children followed them at a distance, giggling and whispering. Emily’s heart pounded with fear and uncertainty. She didn’t know what kind of man Jacob truly was—only what the village claimed. The madman. The one who talked to himself. The one who lived alone. Jacob’s home was barely more than a shack—wooden walls, a leaking roof, and a single bench inside. When they arrived, he stepped aside and let her walk in first. No words. Just a nod. Emily stepped into the small space and looked around. It was tidy, strangely enough. There were books stacked in a corner, a small blanket folded neatly on a mat, and a worn drawing pinned to the wall. It was a sketch of the village—but beautifully detailed. Her eyes lingered on it, and for a moment, she felt something shift. Maybe there was more to him than they told her. But fear still clung tightly to her chest. That night, Emily lay stiffly on one side of the hut, facing the wall. Jacob remained on the other, barely making a sound. The silence was louder than the laughter they had left behind. The wind rustled through the holes in the roof, and a faint drip echoed from a leaky spot near the corner. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind spun with shame, confusion, and fear. Yet, not once did he approach her. No threats. No crazed behavior. Just the occasional cough and the creak of his weight shifting on the mat. In the morning, she found a steaming cup of boiled herbs and a plate of roasted yam waiting for her on the bench. Jacob wasn’t in the hut. She blinked in confusion. He had gone to the stream, and when he returned, he placed a bundle of firewood beside the door without a word. Emily watched him from inside, her curiosity growing. Was this the madman the village spoke of? He hadn’t spoken to her, but his quiet actions spoke volumes. For the first time, she realized the village might have been wrong—or at least, they didn’t know the full story. Jennylight For full story kindly click 👉 https://youtu.be/OdGf95ntiXk?si=fEcleCZBdZSVKGbc

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Jason Statham is one of the best action heroes around these days. But before he ever appeared in a movie, he had a life that could easily match any of the tough characters he's played on screen. Let's take a closer look at his life story:

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