• Thank God for the gada.chat social media on line lunching, for this great life time opportunity..
    Thank God for the gada.chat social media on line lunching, for this great life time opportunity..
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 25 Views
  • SIGNPOSTS ON THE ROAD TO SUCCESS! BY E.W.KENYON
    "SUCCESS IS YOUR'S; COME AND GET IT."
    ONLINE LAUNCH TODAY! WE'RE YOU AMONG THE REVOLUTIONARY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM DESIGNED TO MAKE MILLIONAIRES?
    SIGNPOSTS ON THE ROAD TO SUCCESS! BY E.W.KENYON "SUCCESS IS YOUR'S; COME AND GET IT." ONLINE LAUNCH TODAY! WE'RE YOU AMONG THE REVOLUTIONARY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM DESIGNED TO MAKE MILLIONAIRES?
    Like
    1
    1 Reacties 0 aandelen 36 Views
  • be peaceful, but never be a fool in gentleness
    Know when to say no, even if your voice sounds louder, many will try to take your gentleness for granted .
    be peaceful, but never be a fool in gentleness Know when to say no, even if your voice sounds louder, many will try to take your gentleness for granted .
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 50 Views
  • Funny truth
    Funny truth 😅
    Haha
    1
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 57 Views
  • Online Launching of our Social Media platform, GADA.CHAT today 14th June, 2025 at the Grand Ibro Hotel Wuse Zone 5, Abuja. To God be the glory!
    Online Launching of our Social Media platform, GADA.CHAT today 14th June, 2025 at the Grand Ibro Hotel Wuse Zone 5, Abuja. To God be the glory!
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 74 Views
  • Online Launching of our Social Media platform, GADA.CHAT today 14th June, 2025 at the Grand Ibro Hotel Wuse Zone 5, Abuja. To God be the glory!
    Online Launching of our Social Media platform, GADA.CHAT today 14th June, 2025 at the Grand Ibro Hotel Wuse Zone 5, Abuja. To God be the glory!
    Like
    1
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 75 Views
  • Done and dusted!
    The online launching of gada.chat social media platform which is the flagship signature of Brando group of companies CEOed by Amb. Dr. Prince Ubong Brownson Iwok of Nigeria.
    If you were not there, you actually missed a lot. But you can still recover what you missed if you can endeavour to start attending daily seminars from Mondays to Saturday every week, at the same venue of Grand Ibro Hotel Annex, Wuse Zone 5, FCT Abuja.
    Done and dusted! The online launching of gada.chat social media platform which is the flagship signature of Brando group of companies CEOed by Amb. Dr. Prince Ubong Brownson Iwok of Nigeria. If you were not there, you actually missed a lot. But you can still recover what you missed if you can endeavour to start attending daily seminars from Mondays to Saturday every week, at the same venue of Grand Ibro Hotel Annex, Wuse Zone 5, FCT Abuja.
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 83 Views
  • THE FISHERMAN AND THE SKYFATHER
    (a tribute to fatherhood )
    A father’s Day Tale from the Creeks
    by
    Linda Somiari-Stewart
    in the voice of Kombare, Keeper of the Tide-Songs.

    In time before timepieces , when the tide carried secrets instead of plastic, there was a village called Opu-Toru-Piri,nestled in the belly of the Delta where the Lufafa River split into seven winding tongues.
    The people of this village were born with salt in their blood and paddle-strokes in their hearts.
    They spoke to the spirits with drums and fetched fish with prayers.
    In this famed village of fishermen lived a young man named Biebuma- sharp-eyed, hot-blooded, and full of questions.
    His father, AyibaTonye, was once the most respected fisherman on the Lufafa River.
    His canoe, Ebiegberi, had once sliced through the waters like a blade of light.
    His nets returned with fish so fat,
    you could hear the fat sing while melting on the kitchen altar.

    But time, as it does even to crocodiles, bent AyibaTonye’s back.
    It drained the fire from his bones.
    His boat groaned with every journey.
    His nets came up empty.
    His hands, once sure, trembled like leaves in Harmattan.
    Biebuma watched in silence.
    Then in anger.
    “You say the river blessed you,” he spat one night,
    “but all I see is a weak old man who sits in the dark, clinging to ghosts of old conquests, past glories “
    AyibaTonye did not raise his voice.
    He only looked into the boy’s eyes and said:
    “The day you understand the cost of keeping a household afloat,
    you will speak with softer lips.”
    Biebuma turned away.
    That night, when even the moon slept
    and only the fireflies kept watch,
    he paddled silently into the outer river
    and called upon Opu-ama-so—the Skyfather, the Spirit of winds. The father of the firmament, whose voice shakes palm trees and whose eyes see the beginning and the end.

    “Skyfather!” Biebuma cried, standing in his canoe.
    “I am the son of a broken man. It is shameful.
    Grant me the strength he never gave me!”
    The river stilled. The stars blinked once.
    Then came the Skyfather’s reply, low and vast:
    “You ask for strength.
    But do you know the shape of sacrifice?
    Here, carry this little burden for one tide.”
    A calabash rose from the river, sealed with threads of lightning and marked with ancestral art, than it looked.
    Skyfather warned:
    “Do not spill even one drop.”
    Biebuma took it, laughing.
    What weight could break the arms of a youth
    who paddled against the tides?
    He paddled home and carried the calabash on his shoulder.
    But as he walked the narrow footpath to his father’s compound,the calabash grew heavier.
    It whispered. It wept.
    It spoke in the voices of many distraught of fathers.
    His arms ached. His legs trembled.
    The trees watched in silence. He staggered and fell!
    The calabash shattered into several pieces.
    From it poured a vapor of visions - not water, not smoke, but a vapor of remembrances.
    As the vapor rose skyward, Biebuma saw his father - young, fierce, strong;
    *trading his only canoe to pay for Biebuma’s medicine during the Great Fever.

    *Selling the sacred necklace from his grandmother to buy books for Biebuma.

    *Wrestling the river god Owoi-Tuburu at midnight, so Biebuma would not drown during his naming rites by the river.

    And finally;

    *AyibaTonye declining an invitation the Council of Elders feast just to stay home and sing his son to sleep so his wife could rest.

    Biebuma fell on his face on the footpath, breathless.
    “I did not know,” he whispered.
    The Skyfather’s voice returned, gentle now- like rain on old roofs:
    “Fathers do not always explain.
    Some carry the world in silence.
    Some love with backs bent, not with words spoken but with their stoic presence ”

    Biebuma became a changed man.
    When he got home he didn’t find his father in their house .
    He found him at the riverbank,mending a net with cracked fingers.
    His father did not look up.
    But when Biebuma knelt, AyibaTonye’s hands paused just for a moment. Then he smiled.
    From that day forward ,Biebuma fished with the soul of his father in his heart.
    His nets filled not only with fish, but with understanding.
    He built a new canoe for AyibaTonye but the old man never used it.
    He only smiled and said,
    “The river gives…
    when the son learns to paddle with both arms.”

    And the griots still say today in the creeks of Lufafa:
    “To know the weight of a present father’s love,
    you must carry what he carried…
    and listen for the silence he bore.
    THE FISHERMAN AND THE SKYFATHER (a tribute to fatherhood ) A father’s Day Tale from the Creeks by Linda Somiari-Stewart in the voice of Kombare, Keeper of the Tide-Songs. In time before timepieces , when the tide carried secrets instead of plastic, there was a village called Opu-Toru-Piri,nestled in the belly of the Delta where the Lufafa River split into seven winding tongues. The people of this village were born with salt in their blood and paddle-strokes in their hearts. They spoke to the spirits with drums and fetched fish with prayers. In this famed village of fishermen lived a young man named Biebuma- sharp-eyed, hot-blooded, and full of questions. His father, AyibaTonye, was once the most respected fisherman on the Lufafa River. His canoe, Ebiegberi, had once sliced through the waters like a blade of light. His nets returned with fish so fat, you could hear the fat sing while melting on the kitchen altar. But time, as it does even to crocodiles, bent AyibaTonye’s back. It drained the fire from his bones. His boat groaned with every journey. His nets came up empty. His hands, once sure, trembled like leaves in Harmattan. Biebuma watched in silence. Then in anger. “You say the river blessed you,” he spat one night, “but all I see is a weak old man who sits in the dark, clinging to ghosts of old conquests, past glories “ AyibaTonye did not raise his voice. He only looked into the boy’s eyes and said: “The day you understand the cost of keeping a household afloat, you will speak with softer lips.” Biebuma turned away. That night, when even the moon slept and only the fireflies kept watch, he paddled silently into the outer river and called upon Opu-ama-so—the Skyfather, the Spirit of winds. The father of the firmament, whose voice shakes palm trees and whose eyes see the beginning and the end. “Skyfather!” Biebuma cried, standing in his canoe. “I am the son of a broken man. It is shameful. Grant me the strength he never gave me!” The river stilled. The stars blinked once. Then came the Skyfather’s reply, low and vast: “You ask for strength. But do you know the shape of sacrifice? Here, carry this little burden for one tide.” A calabash rose from the river, sealed with threads of lightning and marked with ancestral art, than it looked. Skyfather warned: “Do not spill even one drop.” Biebuma took it, laughing. What weight could break the arms of a youth who paddled against the tides? He paddled home and carried the calabash on his shoulder. But as he walked the narrow footpath to his father’s compound,the calabash grew heavier. It whispered. It wept. It spoke in the voices of many distraught of fathers. His arms ached. His legs trembled. The trees watched in silence. He staggered and fell! The calabash shattered into several pieces. From it poured a vapor of visions - not water, not smoke, but a vapor of remembrances. As the vapor rose skyward, Biebuma saw his father - young, fierce, strong; *trading his only canoe to pay for Biebuma’s medicine during the Great Fever. *Selling the sacred necklace from his grandmother to buy books for Biebuma. *Wrestling the river god Owoi-Tuburu at midnight, so Biebuma would not drown during his naming rites by the river. And finally; *AyibaTonye declining an invitation the Council of Elders feast just to stay home and sing his son to sleep so his wife could rest. Biebuma fell on his face on the footpath, breathless. “I did not know,” he whispered. The Skyfather’s voice returned, gentle now- like rain on old roofs: “Fathers do not always explain. Some carry the world in silence. Some love with backs bent, not with words spoken but with their stoic presence ” Biebuma became a changed man. When he got home he didn’t find his father in their house . He found him at the riverbank,mending a net with cracked fingers. His father did not look up. But when Biebuma knelt, AyibaTonye’s hands paused just for a moment. Then he smiled. From that day forward ,Biebuma fished with the soul of his father in his heart. His nets filled not only with fish, but with understanding. He built a new canoe for AyibaTonye but the old man never used it. He only smiled and said, “The river gives… when the son learns to paddle with both arms.” And the griots still say today in the creeks of Lufafa: “To know the weight of a present father’s love, you must carry what he carried… and listen for the silence he bore.
    Like
    1
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 95 Views
  • My resolution is to see Nigerian youths to be incharge, wit their fresh problem solved knowledge. Good people of Mende Maryland
    Vote @aacparty, v support and Vote Comrade ADETAYO BABATUNDE DANIEL aka Royal.

    My resolution is to see Nigerian youths to be incharge, wit their fresh problem solved knowledge. Good people of Mende Maryland Vote @aacparty, v support and Vote Comrade ADETAYO BABATUNDE DANIEL aka Royal.
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 95 Views
  • June 12: Soyinka Weeps Over Late Renowned Nigerian Activist, Dr Beko Ransome-Kuti | Sahara Reporters bit.ly/4l01JSQ
    June 12: Soyinka Weeps Over Late Renowned Nigerian Activist, Dr Beko Ransome-Kuti | Sahara Reporters bit.ly/4l01JSQ
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 92 Views
  • Thank God we had a very Successful Gada Lunch Today. Today's Event Was indeed Very Historic as it was Very Eventful.
    Thank God we had a very Successful Gada Lunch Today. Today's Event Was indeed Very Historic as it was Very Eventful.
    Like
    1
    0 Reacties 0 aandelen 94 Views
  • It was really fun today
    It was really fun today 😂🤪🤣🙈🙈
    Like
    Love
    3
    1 Reacties 0 aandelen 96 Views
Zoekresultaten