• 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: AFCON 2025 GROUPS

    GROUP A

    Morocco
    Mali
    Zambia
    Comoros

    GROUP B

    Egypt
    South Africa
    Angola
    Zimbabwe

    GROUP C

    Nigeria
    Tunisia
    Uganda
    Tanzania

    GROUP D

    Senegal
    DR Congo
    Benin
    Botswana

    GROUP E

    Algeria
    Burkina Faso
    Equatorial Guinea
    Sudan

    GROUP F

    🇨🇮 Côte d'Ivoire
    Cameroun
    Gabon
    Mozambique

    AFCON is scheduled to commence on December 21, 2025, in Morocco.

    Opening match: Morocco Vs Comoros

    The tournament final match will take place on January 18, 2026.

    #AFCON
    𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: AFCON 2025 GROUPS ✅ GROUP A 🇲🇦 Morocco 🇲🇱 Mali 🇿🇲 Zambia 🇰🇲 Comoros ✅ GROUP B 🇪🇬 Egypt 🇿🇦 South Africa 🇦🇴 Angola 🇿🇼 Zimbabwe ✅ GROUP C 🇳🇬 Nigeria 🇹🇳 Tunisia 🇺🇬 Uganda 🇹🇿 Tanzania ✅ GROUP D 🇸🇳 Senegal 🇨🇩 DR Congo 🇧🇯 Benin 🇧🇼 Botswana ✅ GROUP E 🇩🇿 Algeria 🇧🇫 Burkina Faso 🇬🇶 Equatorial Guinea 🇸🇩 Sudan ✅ GROUP F 🇨🇮 Côte d'Ivoire 🇨🇲 Cameroun 🇬🇦 Gabon 🇲🇿 Mozambique AFCON is scheduled to commence on December 21, 2025, in Morocco. Opening match: Morocco Vs Comoros The tournament final match will take place on January 18, 2026. #AFCON
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  • JUST IN: Construction Company Owned By Tinubu’s Lebanese Ally, Chagoury Sacks Over 150 Workers For Protesting Against Poor Remunerations by the company.
    JUST IN: Construction Company Owned By Tinubu’s Lebanese Ally, Chagoury Sacks Over 150 Workers For Protesting Against Poor Remunerations by the company.
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  • "How can a young man Keep his way pure? by living according to your word. I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you".
    (Psalms 119:9,11)
    Hiding or keeping the word in our hearts is deterrent to sin and wickedness.
    Lord,cleanse and keep me through your word.
    "How can a young man Keep his way pure? by living according to your word. I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you". (Psalms 119:9,11) Hiding or keeping the word in our hearts is deterrent to sin and wickedness. Lord,cleanse and keep me through your word.
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  • Following Ifunanya's story of what her father's siblings did to him hurts my heart so much. An American returnee named Peter Mokwuah was reportedly held captive in his own mansion by his siblings for nearly a year in Anambra state.

    His daughter, Ifunanya Mokwuah, who lives in the USA, grew concerned after losing contact with him for several months. Despite repeated reassurances from her aunt and uncle that her father was fine, she felt compelled to travel to Nigeria in January 2022.

    Her father (Peter) had lived and worked in New York for 25 years before retiring and returning to Nigeria, where he had already built a mansion in his village during his younger years. He also receives a $5,000 monthly pension for his upkeep. Perhaps this was what they targeted immediately he had a stroke. I won't put it pass them being able to have caused him that injury. Despite this, his daughter continued to send him money, thinking he may have run out.

    When Ifunanya arrived at the village, she encountered resistance from her uncle and others who had blocked the compound entrance and verbally attacked her. With help from local youths and villagers, she gained access to the house. Her uncle falsely claimed her father was in Abuja, but after insisting on checking upstairs, she discovered him lying weak and emaciated on a dirty mattress.

    His beard and nails were overgrown, and he was clearly neglected in his poor medical state. Peter recognised his daughter and was visibly relieved. Imagine how Ifunanya felt seeing her father in that state, despite all the money he receives. Mehn!

    Thankfully, she was able to remove him from the house, moved him to Lagos for further treatment and return to the USA.

    In all these events, I am grateful Ifunanya's father trained her to know the way to her father's house in the village. Something all parents in the diaspora should think about, especially those with plans to retire in their village back home.

    This is also a lesson for those who see their wife as an outsider. Look at what a man's siblings did to him because he trusted them so much against his own wife and children. Yet it was the child who came looking and rescued him.

    They were already building a new house beside the one Peter built and it is clear whose money was being used for that construction.

    Thank God for his life and the gift of a daughter like Ifunanya.

    #TheMBN

    Martin Beck Nworah
    Following Ifunanya's story of what her father's siblings did to him hurts my heart so much. An American returnee named Peter Mokwuah was reportedly held captive in his own mansion by his siblings for nearly a year in Anambra state. His daughter, Ifunanya Mokwuah, who lives in the USA, grew concerned after losing contact with him for several months. Despite repeated reassurances from her aunt and uncle that her father was fine, she felt compelled to travel to Nigeria in January 2022. Her father (Peter) had lived and worked in New York for 25 years before retiring and returning to Nigeria, where he had already built a mansion in his village during his younger years. He also receives a $5,000 monthly pension for his upkeep. Perhaps this was what they targeted immediately he had a stroke. I won't put it pass them being able to have caused him that injury. Despite this, his daughter continued to send him money, thinking he may have run out. When Ifunanya arrived at the village, she encountered resistance from her uncle and others who had blocked the compound entrance and verbally attacked her. With help from local youths and villagers, she gained access to the house. Her uncle falsely claimed her father was in Abuja, but after insisting on checking upstairs, she discovered him lying weak and emaciated on a dirty mattress. His beard and nails were overgrown, and he was clearly neglected in his poor medical state. Peter recognised his daughter and was visibly relieved. Imagine how Ifunanya felt seeing her father in that state, despite all the money he receives. Mehn! Thankfully, she was able to remove him from the house, moved him to Lagos for further treatment and return to the USA. In all these events, I am grateful Ifunanya's father trained her to know the way to her father's house in the village. Something all parents in the diaspora should think about, especially those with plans to retire in their village back home. This is also a lesson for those who see their wife as an outsider. Look at what a man's siblings did to him because he trusted them so much against his own wife and children. Yet it was the child who came looking and rescued him. They were already building a new house beside the one Peter built and it is clear whose money was being used for that construction. Thank God for his life and the gift of a daughter like Ifunanya. #TheMBN Martin Beck Nworah
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  • Milan has begun contacting Xhaka's representatives.

    The club has entered into preliminary discussions with the player's entourage to explore the possibility of signing him.

    Milan will soon contact Bayer Leverkusen.
    🚨🗞️ Milan has begun contacting Xhaka's representatives. The club has entered into preliminary discussions with the player's entourage to explore the possibility of signing him. Milan will soon contact Bayer Leverkusen.
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  • https://guardian.ng/news/june-12-president-nigerians-differ-on-progress-impact-32-years-after/
    https://guardian.ng/news/june-12-president-nigerians-differ-on-progress-impact-32-years-after/
    GUARDIAN.NG
    June 12: President, Nigerians differ on progress, impact 32 years after
    In a rather symbolic replay of fate, the same sombre suspense and apprehension, which defined the June 12, 1993, historic election also pervaded the celebration of June 12 as Democracy Day yesterday.
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  • Before you date her.

    You have to understand that she is damaged.

    There are days where she is triggered easily, and struggles with particular things.

    There will be times where she won’t talk to anyone, and shut most people out.

    She isn't going to be able to trust you for certain amount of time, because everyone has left her, cheated on her or chose someone else over her, so she will need more reassurance than the average person.

    She will need you to keep choosing her on a daily basis.

    She will need you to stop what you're doing and reply to her in depthly when she texts you asking ”do u still want me?”

    She's "alot" and she knows this, but there was a time in her life where happiness flourished like never before and the glass was filled to the brim with love and positivity until someone came along and mistreated her.

    It's not going to be easy, but once you show her.... that your intentions your genuine and you will stay by her side through everything in life, then you will experience one of most purest forms of love in existence.


    ➥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐰𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐌𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐳𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐨❤‍🩹
    Before you date her. You have to understand that she is damaged. There are days where she is triggered easily, and struggles with particular things. There will be times where she won’t talk to anyone, and shut most people out. She isn't going to be able to trust you for certain amount of time, because everyone has left her, cheated on her or chose someone else over her, so she will need more reassurance than the average person. She will need you to keep choosing her on a daily basis. She will need you to stop what you're doing and reply to her in depthly when she texts you asking ”do u still want me?” She's "alot" and she knows this, but there was a time in her life where happiness flourished like never before and the glass was filled to the brim with love and positivity until someone came along and mistreated her. It's not going to be easy, but once you show her.... that your intentions your genuine and you will stay by her side through everything in life, then you will experience one of most purest forms of love in existence. ➥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐰𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐌𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐳𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐨😭🙏❤‍🩹
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  • Pratik Joshi had been living in London for six years. A software professional, he'd long dreamed of building a life abroad for his wife and three young children, who stayed back in India.

    After years of waiting for due clearances the dream was finally coming true. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a renowned doctor in Udaipur, resigned from her job. The bags were packed, goodbyes said, the future within reach.

    This morning, the family of five, filled with hope and excitement, boarded Air India flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie. Sent it to relatives. A one-way journey to a new life. But they never made it. The plane cra ed. No one survived.

    In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. A brutal reminder, life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything you build, everything you hope for, everything you love, it all hangs by a thread. So while you can, live, love, and don't wait for happiness to start tomorrow.
    Pratik Joshi had been living in London for six years. A software professional, he'd long dreamed of building a life abroad for his wife and three young children, who stayed back in India. After years of waiting for due clearances the dream was finally coming true. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a renowned doctor in Udaipur, resigned from her job. The bags were packed, goodbyes said, the future within reach. This morning, the family of five, filled with hope and excitement, boarded Air India flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie. Sent it to relatives. A one-way journey to a new life. But they never made it. The plane cra ed. No one survived. In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. A brutal reminder, life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything you build, everything you hope for, everything you love, it all hangs by a thread. So while you can, live, love, and don't wait for happiness to start tomorrow.
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  • Another New Day, Another Opportunity!
    Another New Day, Another Opportunity!
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  • I marry early, just 20 years old.
    My husband na 24 that time.

    We love ourself well-well.

    E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle.

    We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby.

    But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain.

    I labour for almost 3 days.
    When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak.

    Two hours later, my pikin d!e.
    I cry tire.
    My husband too cry.

    But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again."

    Six months later, I carry belle again.
    After 9 months — another stillbirth.

    Third belle, the same thing happen.

    Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.”

    But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen.

    Some people say na spiritual matter.
    We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer.

    Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one.

    I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e.

    Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear.

    Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again.

    I tell my husband make we try adopt for now.
    Him agree.

    I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish.

    My husband vex.
    Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again.

    I begin follow the matter spiritually again.
    Different prophecies, no solution.

    One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money.

    Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million.
    She say e legit.

    I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out."

    I go borrow money.
    I give my friend 600k as first payment.

    One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me.

    I shock.
    My heart cut.

    I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter"

    Next day, police land arrest me.

    My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.”

    I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.”

    Just like play, I land prison.
    No lawyer.
    No family.

    My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence.

    My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her.

    She promise to help me too. Nothing happen.

    I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish.

    Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people.

    Different NGO dey come prison.
    Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope.

    Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out.

    Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me.

    She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail.

    When I reach house, my husband don move.
    Don remarry with three children already.

    When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match.

    That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.”

    She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills.
    From there I start my small baking business.

    But inside me, I still dey cry.
    I no even fit look mirror.
    I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope.

    One day, I go deliver wedding cake.

    As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house.

    I tell myself, “I go change this story.”

    I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type.

    I watch make-up beginners videos.
    I start to buy small affordable good clothes.

    I begin dey apply simple makeup.
    I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin.

    I begin see my beauty again.

    Customers begin notice.
    Begin compliment me.

    I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile.

    My self-confidence begin return.

    One day, I go deliver cake again.
    I dress well.

    The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business.

    But na love him come find.

    Him fine, young, tall — and kind.
    I open up tell am everything.

    He say, “Your past no be your name.
    Let’s build something new.”

    Today, I don marry again.
    I don born two boys through CS operation.

    Dem survive.
    My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years.

    My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again.

    I don finally become mama.

    Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story.

    ---

    To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you.

    The pain of stillbirth no be small thing.

    Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand.

    Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited.

    But make you hear this one: you never fail.
    Your womb no betray you.

    Your heart still be the heart of a mother.

    And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you.

    To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look —

    My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body.

    Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary.

    Self love dey build back self esteem

    You go rise again and glow in your own time.

    To the women wey their husband don abandon them —

    No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away.

    God never walk away from you.

    Stand up, dust your pain, start again.
    Look good, take care of yourself.
    You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again.

    To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles —

    May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears.
    Amen.

    @highlight
    I marry early, just 20 years old. My husband na 24 that time. We love ourself well-well. E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle. We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby. But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain. I labour for almost 3 days. When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak. Two hours later, my pikin d!e. I cry tire. My husband too cry. But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again." Six months later, I carry belle again. After 9 months — another stillbirth. Third belle, the same thing happen. Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.” But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen. Some people say na spiritual matter. We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer. Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one. I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e. Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear. Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again. I tell my husband make we try adopt for now. Him agree. I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish. My husband vex. Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again. I begin follow the matter spiritually again. Different prophecies, no solution. One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money. Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million. She say e legit. I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out." I go borrow money. I give my friend 600k as first payment. One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me. I shock. My heart cut. I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter" Next day, police land arrest me. My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.” I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.” Just like play, I land prison. No lawyer. No family. My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence. My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her. She promise to help me too. Nothing happen. I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish. Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people. Different NGO dey come prison. Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope. Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out. Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me. She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail. When I reach house, my husband don move. Don remarry with three children already. When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match. That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.” She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills. From there I start my small baking business. But inside me, I still dey cry. I no even fit look mirror. I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope. One day, I go deliver wedding cake. As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house. I tell myself, “I go change this story.” I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type. I watch make-up beginners videos. I start to buy small affordable good clothes. I begin dey apply simple makeup. I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin. I begin see my beauty again. Customers begin notice. Begin compliment me. I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile. My self-confidence begin return. One day, I go deliver cake again. I dress well. The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business. But na love him come find. Him fine, young, tall — and kind. I open up tell am everything. He say, “Your past no be your name. Let’s build something new.” Today, I don marry again. I don born two boys through CS operation. Dem survive. My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years. My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again. I don finally become mama. Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story. --- To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you. The pain of stillbirth no be small thing. Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand. Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited. But make you hear this one: you never fail. Your womb no betray you. Your heart still be the heart of a mother. And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you. To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look — My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body. Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary. Self love dey build back self esteem You go rise again and glow in your own time. To the women wey their husband don abandon them — No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away. God never walk away from you. Stand up, dust your pain, start again. Look good, take care of yourself. You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again. To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles — May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears. Amen. @highlight
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  • I was at the fueling station earlier today. While on the queue, the Napep man beside me also on queue to the same pump was on call with his wife.

    His phone had rang twice before he eventually picked. His wife mentioned that he didn’t drop any money for the children to eat, and in response, he said reminded her that he already told her he wanted to use the money left with him to buy fuel into his Keke so that he can work and send money. The call was audible as it was on speaker.

    The worried wife kept mentioning that the children were already crying. But he kept telling his wife that he would send money immediately he works.

    After the call, he was speaking with himself and talking how people weren’t going out as the normal days. With his eyes fixed at a particular spot of the keke.

    I was so bothered for him, his wife and the hungry children.

    When we got to the pump, the attendant could either sell to me or him as we were beside each other due to the position of our fuel tanks.

    And he told the pump attendant to sell for me. I immediately told the attendant to sell for him.

    “Oya, sell One thousand two hundred own”

    While he stretched his hand to give the attendant the money.

    Then I said young lady, Pls fill the tank of his keke”

    He looked at me like, No, she shouldn’t as he doesn’t have that money to pay.

    I told him not to worry, and that I will pay.

    And he said, since I started driving this keke, I have never bought full tank.

    With tears on his eyes, he went down and I carried him up.

    After I bought mine and as I was driving out of the staton, I didn’t know he was waiting for me just outside the gate.

    When I saw him, I stopped he couldn’t stop thanking me.

    I simply told him, I overheard the call with his wife wish caught my emotions.

    My parents taught me how to be kind to people. My dad would say, a help you render today is coming for you tomorrow.

    One thousand two hundred can not feed husband and wife, let alone with the children.

    I requested for his account details and sent him money. I equally asked him to call his wife and I spoke with her. When she sent her details, I sent her money to buy some food stuffs.

    He was literally in tears as I drove off, and I prayed for them that God eases their affairs.

    And the one reason why I share this— If life is kind to you, Pls extend it and be kind to people.

    Oluwanishola Akeju
    I was at the fueling station earlier today. While on the queue, the Napep man beside me also on queue to the same pump was on call with his wife. His phone had rang twice before he eventually picked. His wife mentioned that he didn’t drop any money for the children to eat, and in response, he said reminded her that he already told her he wanted to use the money left with him to buy fuel into his Keke so that he can work and send money. The call was audible as it was on speaker. The worried wife kept mentioning that the children were already crying. But he kept telling his wife that he would send money immediately he works. After the call, he was speaking with himself and talking how people weren’t going out as the normal days. With his eyes fixed at a particular spot of the keke. I was so bothered for him, his wife and the hungry children. When we got to the pump, the attendant could either sell to me or him as we were beside each other due to the position of our fuel tanks. And he told the pump attendant to sell for me. I immediately told the attendant to sell for him. “Oya, sell One thousand two hundred own” While he stretched his hand to give the attendant the money. Then I said young lady, Pls fill the tank of his keke” He looked at me like, No, she shouldn’t as he doesn’t have that money to pay. I told him not to worry, and that I will pay. And he said, since I started driving this keke, I have never bought full tank. With tears on his eyes, he went down and I carried him up. After I bought mine and as I was driving out of the staton, I didn’t know he was waiting for me just outside the gate. When I saw him, I stopped he couldn’t stop thanking me. I simply told him, I overheard the call with his wife wish caught my emotions. My parents taught me how to be kind to people. My dad would say, a help you render today is coming for you tomorrow. One thousand two hundred can not feed husband and wife, let alone with the children. I requested for his account details and sent him money. I equally asked him to call his wife and I spoke with her. When she sent her details, I sent her money to buy some food stuffs. He was literally in tears as I drove off, and I prayed for them that God eases their affairs. And the one reason why I share this— If life is kind to you, Pls extend it and be kind to people. Oluwanishola Akeju
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