• 7mins at Old Trafford is too long. Bro celebrated like he won it

    He should have know better than all the other players since he's played at Old Trafford several times

    I just watched the highlight between Manchester United vs Lyon again, just now! I’m very happy

    #MUFC
    #GGMU
    7mins at Old Trafford is too long. Bro celebrated like he won it😂😂 He should have know better than all the other players since he's played at Old Trafford several times I just watched the highlight between Manchester United vs Lyon again, just now! I’m very happy😁 #MUFC #GGMU
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  • How to claim ur Celia token must watch
    How to claim ur Celia token must watch
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  • Having caught her husband with a young beauty, the wife didn’t start a brawl; instead, five days later she presented him with an unexpected surprise.
    Marina could never have imagined that she would find herself in such a situation. “Beluga” – the restaurant where Viktor once proposed to her three decades ago – had now become the venue for his secret rendezvous. She stood by the panoramic window, watching as her husband tenderly intertwined his fingers with a young blonde barely twenty-five years old.
    “You are special,” the words reached Marina, and the once familiar voice suddenly seemed alien.
    The girl smiled playfully, revealing flawless teeth and charming dimples. Her well-groomed fingers with perfect manicure caressed Viktor’s wrist tenderly.
    “What about the wife?” squeaked the brunette, puffing out her lips.
    “Marina?” Viktor waved his hand nonchalantly. “She’s busy with flowers and TV series. You know, at our age…” he trailed off, laden with meaning.
    Marina was overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation, and her hands betrayed her with trembling. Thirty years of life together, three grown-up children, countless evenings shared – all of it was nullified by one dismissive gesture.
    Her first impulse was to burst in, create a scandal, and pour wine on the couple. But something restrained her – perhaps years of cultivated composure or natural reason.
    Upon returning home, Marina mechanically brewed tea and sank into her favorite armchair. Her gaze fell upon a folder of documents in the cabinet – papers she had signed at her husband’s request over the past five years.
    “Darling, it’s just a formality,” his words echoed in her mind. “It’s necessary for tax optimization.”
    Now, as she reviewed the documents with trembling hands, she began to realize the true state of affairs. The house, the country residence, three car dealerships, a chain of restaurants – everything officially belonged to her.
    Fearing inspections, Viktor had been gradually transferring assets to his wife, believing her to be loyal and spineless.
    Marina smiled bitterly. How wrong he was. Over the years of their marriage, she had not only learned to cultivate orchids and bake cakes – she had been carefully monitoring the development of the family business, even though she had remained in the background.
    By midnight, her tears had dried up. In place of despair came cold determination. Marina took out her diary and began to plan. Five days – that was all that was needed.
    Day One:
    The day began with an early call to a lawyer. Elena Sergeyevna, an authoritative family law specialist, carefully examined the documents as Marina nervously tapped her fingers.
    “Congratulations,” the lawyer pronounced while adjusting her glasses. “Legally, you are the sole owner of the entire business.”
    “What about the power of attorney I gave him?”
    “It can be annulled immediately.”
    Marina looked at the swirling autumn leaves outside the office window. For thirty years, she had been an exemplary wife – supportive, inspiring, forgiving. Now it was time to think about herself.
    “Let’s start acting,” she declared firmly.
    Day One Continued:
    That same evening, Viktor returned late, exuding the scent of expensive perfume. Marina, as usual, served dinner.
    “Today you seem different,” noted her husband, dabbing his lips with a napkin.
    “Just tired,” she smiled. “By the way, don’t cook dinner tomorrow. I have a meeting with friends.”
    Viktor nodded absentmindedly, absorbed in his phone. Marina saw him hide a smile as he read messages.
    Day Two:
    The next day, she visited all the banks with their joint accounts. The process took several hours – Viktor was busy shifting their finances across various institutions. By the evening, a significant portion of the funds had been transferred to new accounts opened exclusively in her name.
    “Ms. Sokolova, maybe leave a small reserve?” cautiously suggested the manager of the last bank.
    “No,” Marina shook her head. “Transfer everything.”
    At home, she found a bouquet of roses – Viktor sometimes gave them, especially when he felt guilty. In the past, they would have moved her, but now the flowers elicited only a bitter smile.
    Day Three:
    A meeting took place with Mikhail Petrovich, a long-time partner in their family business.
    “To part with the car dealerships?” Mikhail Petrovich exclaimed in astonishment. “But they consistently generate income!”
    “That’s precisely why now is the perfect time,” Marina replied calmly. “The market is on the rise.”
    By the evening, preliminary agreements had been sealed with signatures. Now she had reliable financial protection.
    Day Four:
    The fourth day was the most emotionally intense. Her hand trembled betraying her as she signed documents.
    “Are you sure about your decision?” inquired the notary sympathetically, a woman around her age.
    “Absolutely,” Marina replied, straightening her shoulders.
    Next, she met with a real estate agency. The family mansion, built fifteen years ago, was now entirely in her possession.
    “I want to prepare the eviction documents,” she declared, looking straight into the eyes of the young lawyer.
    “But that’s your husband…” the lawyer began uncertainly.
    “Ex-husband,” corrected Marina. “And he has exactly seven days to vacate the house.”
    Day Five:
    The fifth day began with a visit... Read the continuation in the comments
    Having caught her husband with a young beauty, the wife didn’t start a brawl; instead, five days later she presented him with an unexpected surprise. Marina could never have imagined that she would find herself in such a situation. “Beluga” – the restaurant where Viktor once proposed to her three decades ago – had now become the venue for his secret rendezvous. She stood by the panoramic window, watching as her husband tenderly intertwined his fingers with a young blonde barely twenty-five years old. “You are special,” the words reached Marina, and the once familiar voice suddenly seemed alien. The girl smiled playfully, revealing flawless teeth and charming dimples. Her well-groomed fingers with perfect manicure caressed Viktor’s wrist tenderly. “What about the wife?” squeaked the brunette, puffing out her lips. “Marina?” Viktor waved his hand nonchalantly. “She’s busy with flowers and TV series. You know, at our age…” he trailed off, laden with meaning. Marina was overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation, and her hands betrayed her with trembling. Thirty years of life together, three grown-up children, countless evenings shared – all of it was nullified by one dismissive gesture. Her first impulse was to burst in, create a scandal, and pour wine on the couple. But something restrained her – perhaps years of cultivated composure or natural reason. Upon returning home, Marina mechanically brewed tea and sank into her favorite armchair. Her gaze fell upon a folder of documents in the cabinet – papers she had signed at her husband’s request over the past five years. “Darling, it’s just a formality,” his words echoed in her mind. “It’s necessary for tax optimization.” Now, as she reviewed the documents with trembling hands, she began to realize the true state of affairs. The house, the country residence, three car dealerships, a chain of restaurants – everything officially belonged to her. Fearing inspections, Viktor had been gradually transferring assets to his wife, believing her to be loyal and spineless. Marina smiled bitterly. How wrong he was. Over the years of their marriage, she had not only learned to cultivate orchids and bake cakes – she had been carefully monitoring the development of the family business, even though she had remained in the background. By midnight, her tears had dried up. In place of despair came cold determination. Marina took out her diary and began to plan. Five days – that was all that was needed. Day One: The day began with an early call to a lawyer. Elena Sergeyevna, an authoritative family law specialist, carefully examined the documents as Marina nervously tapped her fingers. “Congratulations,” the lawyer pronounced while adjusting her glasses. “Legally, you are the sole owner of the entire business.” “What about the power of attorney I gave him?” “It can be annulled immediately.” Marina looked at the swirling autumn leaves outside the office window. For thirty years, she had been an exemplary wife – supportive, inspiring, forgiving. Now it was time to think about herself. “Let’s start acting,” she declared firmly. Day One Continued: That same evening, Viktor returned late, exuding the scent of expensive perfume. Marina, as usual, served dinner. “Today you seem different,” noted her husband, dabbing his lips with a napkin. “Just tired,” she smiled. “By the way, don’t cook dinner tomorrow. I have a meeting with friends.” Viktor nodded absentmindedly, absorbed in his phone. Marina saw him hide a smile as he read messages. Day Two: The next day, she visited all the banks with their joint accounts. The process took several hours – Viktor was busy shifting their finances across various institutions. By the evening, a significant portion of the funds had been transferred to new accounts opened exclusively in her name. “Ms. Sokolova, maybe leave a small reserve?” cautiously suggested the manager of the last bank. “No,” Marina shook her head. “Transfer everything.” At home, she found a bouquet of roses – Viktor sometimes gave them, especially when he felt guilty. In the past, they would have moved her, but now the flowers elicited only a bitter smile. Day Three: A meeting took place with Mikhail Petrovich, a long-time partner in their family business. “To part with the car dealerships?” Mikhail Petrovich exclaimed in astonishment. “But they consistently generate income!” “That’s precisely why now is the perfect time,” Marina replied calmly. “The market is on the rise.” By the evening, preliminary agreements had been sealed with signatures. Now she had reliable financial protection. Day Four: The fourth day was the most emotionally intense. Her hand trembled betraying her as she signed documents. “Are you sure about your decision?” inquired the notary sympathetically, a woman around her age. “Absolutely,” Marina replied, straightening her shoulders. Next, she met with a real estate agency. The family mansion, built fifteen years ago, was now entirely in her possession. “I want to prepare the eviction documents,” she declared, looking straight into the eyes of the young lawyer. “But that’s your husband…” the lawyer began uncertainly. “Ex-husband,” corrected Marina. “And he has exactly seven days to vacate the house.” Day Five: The fifth day began with a visit... 📖 Read the continuation in the comments ⬇️
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  • We weren’t allowed to tell them’: Worker quits job at bank. Then she reveals how you’re probably using Apple Cash in a way that could get you banned for life

    A former bank worker reveals how some common Apple Cash habits can actually get you banned for life.

    Dom (@damnndomm) posted a TikTok video with her advice on April 8. While comments on the video are disabled, it amassed 265,000 views before seemingly being deleted. “Things that you’re doing with Apple Cash that’s gonna bite you in the ssa,” she wrote in an on-screen caption.

    “I used to work for the bank that processes your Apple Cash transactions, and I just feel like there’s some things now that I don’t work there that you guys should know,” she began. “Because a lot of people didn’t know these things, and we weren’t allowed to tell them either.”

    What should you stop doing with Apple Cash?
    Using fake names: Dom said that after you’ve received or sent $500, it will verify your identity. If your name isn’t correct, you can’t get verified and may even get restricted.
    Adding your partner’s debit card to your Apple Pay when your name isn’t on the account: Dom said that can result in your account being flagged for fraud and restricted.
    Setting up accounts with a fake birth date if you’re a minor: Dom said Apple Cash is only for legal adults. Minors can only have an account if their parents set it up for them via the Apple Cash Family feature. “You’re not bypassing. You’re not tricking anybody,” she added.
    Using it for business purposes: Dom said Apple Cash is intended to be a person-to-person payment service. It is not intended for business owners to use to conduct sales.
    Sending money to people you don’t know: Dom said many users would unknowingly send money to scammers, and the bank would not allow them to dispute the transaction because they willingly sent the money. She added that the only way the bank would accept the dispute was if you purchased something from the business and it agreed to issue you a credit, but never did.

    How will Apple know you’re doing these things?

    Apple Cash is Apple’s Venmo and PayPal competitor, which is serviced by Green Dot Bank. Late last year, the company announced it would start verifying the identities of anyone who sends out more than $500. Importantly, this applies not only to future transactions but also to funds you’ve already sent.

    This change came along with the new Tap to Cash feature, which allows you to transfer funds to another person by holding your iPhone or Apple Watch up to theirs.

    According to the terms of service, you must be 18 years or older and a legal resident of the United States to use Apple Cash. It stands to reason that Apple and Green Dot Bank would need to know your real name in order to confirm these details.

    Dom said in her video that most people don’t realize Apple has processes to determine whether people are following its rules.

    Apple encourages Apple Cash account holders to confirm their identities as soon as possible. That’s because the money you keep in it isn’t eligible for FDIC insurance if you don’t, and that’s what protects your money in the case a bank or financial institution holding it goes bust.


    Of course, Apple is able to suspend or terminate your use of the service for pretty much any reason. That list includes security reasons, suspected fraud, and unauthorized use.
    We weren’t allowed to tell them’: Worker quits job at bank. Then she reveals how you’re probably using Apple Cash in a way that could get you banned for life A former bank worker reveals how some common Apple Cash habits can actually get you banned for life. Dom (@damnndomm) posted a TikTok video with her advice on April 8. While comments on the video are disabled, it amassed 265,000 views before seemingly being deleted. “Things that you’re doing with Apple Cash that’s gonna bite you in the ssa,” she wrote in an on-screen caption. “I used to work for the bank that processes your Apple Cash transactions, and I just feel like there’s some things now that I don’t work there that you guys should know,” she began. “Because a lot of people didn’t know these things, and we weren’t allowed to tell them either.” What should you stop doing with Apple Cash? Using fake names: Dom said that after you’ve received or sent $500, it will verify your identity. If your name isn’t correct, you can’t get verified and may even get restricted. Adding your partner’s debit card to your Apple Pay when your name isn’t on the account: Dom said that can result in your account being flagged for fraud and restricted. Setting up accounts with a fake birth date if you’re a minor: Dom said Apple Cash is only for legal adults. Minors can only have an account if their parents set it up for them via the Apple Cash Family feature. “You’re not bypassing. You’re not tricking anybody,” she added. Using it for business purposes: Dom said Apple Cash is intended to be a person-to-person payment service. It is not intended for business owners to use to conduct sales. Sending money to people you don’t know: Dom said many users would unknowingly send money to scammers, and the bank would not allow them to dispute the transaction because they willingly sent the money. She added that the only way the bank would accept the dispute was if you purchased something from the business and it agreed to issue you a credit, but never did. How will Apple know you’re doing these things? Apple Cash is Apple’s Venmo and PayPal competitor, which is serviced by Green Dot Bank. Late last year, the company announced it would start verifying the identities of anyone who sends out more than $500. Importantly, this applies not only to future transactions but also to funds you’ve already sent. This change came along with the new Tap to Cash feature, which allows you to transfer funds to another person by holding your iPhone or Apple Watch up to theirs. According to the terms of service, you must be 18 years or older and a legal resident of the United States to use Apple Cash. It stands to reason that Apple and Green Dot Bank would need to know your real name in order to confirm these details. Dom said in her video that most people don’t realize Apple has processes to determine whether people are following its rules. Apple encourages Apple Cash account holders to confirm their identities as soon as possible. That’s because the money you keep in it isn’t eligible for FDIC insurance if you don’t, and that’s what protects your money in the case a bank or financial institution holding it goes bust. Of course, Apple is able to suspend or terminate your use of the service for pretty much any reason. That list includes security reasons, suspected fraud, and unauthorized use.
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  • Let me tell you some secret about social media platform like Facebook and Gada chat

    According to our CEO at gada chat, our boss asked us one questions why is it that whenever we post on social media platform like Facebook and Gada chat our families won't like nor comments on our post

    Is not bcos they hate us or they are jealous of us_ still no matter how hard you push on social media platform family will never like and comment

    But when you post something like u want to do massive giveaway today, everybody will start dropping account number

    That's how we Africa understood social media platform, those who knew you in person hardly comment on ur post, is not bcos you are bad or good. that's Africa for you

    As funny as sabinu, when he started content creation in pH, family were laughing at him, telling him is not funny, he should look for something else to do until sabinu relocated to Lagos and today the rest is story

    Why am I saying this, if you are in any of the social media platform like Gada chat. Ignore the noise, let focus be ur goal. Forget people are not liking and commenting on my post.

    Those who are not commenting now will definitely comment tomorrow

    Ur work for now is to keep pushing, keep pressing, keep showing up daily, keep doing ur part daily God will perfect the rest

    Quote from Bishop David oyedepo

    - *"You don't have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great."*
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    - *"Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill."*
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    - *"The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing."*
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    - *"Laziness may appear attractive but work gives satisfaction."*
    -
    - *"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going."*


    Gada native token is swappable and tradable in all the Web3 Dex wallet

    Here is the gada contract address

    0x090458b49D6deAA9F7334a5e628aa26D82A3A082

    Create ur gada chat account today, and send me friend request at SAMENYOJO
    Let me tell you some secret about social media platform like Facebook and Gada chat According to our CEO at gada chat, our boss asked us one questions 🤔 why is it that whenever we post on social media platform like Facebook and Gada chat our families won't like nor comments on our post Is not bcos they hate us or they are jealous of us_ still no matter how hard you push on social media platform family will never like and comment 😭 But when you post something like u want to do massive giveaway today, everybody will start dropping account number That's how we Africa understood social media platform, those who knew you in person hardly comment on ur post, is not bcos you are bad or good. that's Africa for you As funny as sabinu, when he started content creation in pH, family were laughing at him, telling him is not funny, he should look for something else to do until sabinu relocated to Lagos and today the rest is story Why am I saying this, if you are in any of the social media platform like Gada chat. Ignore the noise, let focus be ur goal. Forget people are not liking and commenting on my post. Those who are not commenting now will definitely comment tomorrow 🤬 Ur work for now is to keep pushing, keep pressing, keep showing up daily, keep doing ur part daily God will perfect the rest 💗 Quote from Bishop David oyedepo - *"You don't have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great."* - - *"Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill."* - - *"The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing."* - - *"Laziness may appear attractive but work gives satisfaction."* - - *"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going."* Gada native token is swappable and tradable in all the Web3 Dex wallet Here is the gada contract address 0x090458b49D6deAA9F7334a5e628aa26D82A3A082 Create ur gada chat account today, and send me friend request at SAMENYOJO
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  • My brother was bitter. I don’t know how he found out that I was dating his friend, but he came into my room shouting at the top of his voice, warning me to stay away from his friend. My first instinct was to deny the truth, but I told myself it wasn’t worth it. While he stood over my bed ranting about all the reasons he didn’t want me to date his friend, there was only one question I was waiting to ask: “He’s your friend and you like him, so why can’t I like him too?”

    He didn’t wait for the question. He stormed out immediately after he finished talking. I called Jerry: “Did you tell your friend we are dating? I told you to wait, so why tell him now?” He answered with a shaky voice, “Me? I haven’t said anything to him. How did you know he knows?”

    I told him everything that had happened and asked him not to engage him.

    To be honest, I wasn’t fully into the relationship. I was only trying to see if things would work out. I knew my brother wouldn’t allow it, so I was going to keep it a secret until I was sure it would work. My brother told my mom about it. My mom told him, “Your sister isn’t a child, so who are you to determine who she should love?” My dad laughed at him, so he was left alone in the battle.

    He stopped talking to me and stopped talking to Jerry. Jerry called to smoke the peace pipe, but my brother didn’t pick up the call. He told other friends that Jerry had broken the bro code for dating his younger sister.

    While going through that phase, I was also dealing with my personal doubts because I wasn’t sure if Jerry loved me. He said it. He tried to show it, but to be honest with you, the fact that he was my brother’s friend also filled me with doubt. Boys are capable of everything. What if he was dating me to prove a point to my brother? So I was very careful.

    If it messed up, I knew my brother would sing the “I told you so” song while I lay with my heartbreak. I didn’t want him to be right, so I told Jerry I wasn’t going to be intimate with him. When he bought me a gift, I told him I couldn’t take it because I didn’t want him to say somewhere that I took him for a fool. I took his gift and gave nothing back. I gave him rules. I think at some point, I just wanted to piss him off so he would leave me alone.

    He didn’t go away, no matter how hard I tried. One day, I saw him and my brother together; they were laughing and making fun of each other as if nothing had ever happened. I was shocked. I asked Jerry what had changed, and he only said, “We are guys. We know how to resolve our differences.” I asked my brother, and he also didn’t say much apart from, “Aren’t you happy we are happy once again?”

    Weeks later, Jerry took photos of me with his phone and gave me the phone to go through them. When he left me alone, I went straight to his WhatsApp and checked the messages between him and my brother. The conversation was very heated. My brother was throwing warnings from the initial stages, while Jerry stayed defensive.

    I thought, “So this guy went through all that and he didn’t leave me alone?” Then I got to the later part of the conversation where Jerry said, “I’m your friend, so I can’t be an enemy to your sister. I will treat her just the way you treat her. She will never have a reason to complain to you, and you’ll never have a reason to doubt my intentions toward her. I know you love her, but I love her too. Relax and see what will come out of it.”

    That message was sent at dawn. It took my brother three days to respond, and his response was, “I just dey watch you.”

    I closed his phone and let myself fall onto his bed. When he entered, I asked for a hug. When he asked why, I said, “You took very beautiful photos of me. Every one of them is nice.” We hugged. We had our first kiss. Things moved very fast from that point because I believed him, just like my brother did.

    We dated for two years. And then marriage. And then babies. And then he travelled. And then he came for us. To date, he doesn’t know I read those messages—and those messages were the turning point of our relationship.
    My brother was bitter. I don’t know how he found out that I was dating his friend, but he came into my room shouting at the top of his voice, warning me to stay away from his friend. My first instinct was to deny the truth, but I told myself it wasn’t worth it. While he stood over my bed ranting about all the reasons he didn’t want me to date his friend, there was only one question I was waiting to ask: “He’s your friend and you like him, so why can’t I like him too?” He didn’t wait for the question. He stormed out immediately after he finished talking. I called Jerry: “Did you tell your friend we are dating? I told you to wait, so why tell him now?” He answered with a shaky voice, “Me? I haven’t said anything to him. How did you know he knows?” I told him everything that had happened and asked him not to engage him. To be honest, I wasn’t fully into the relationship. I was only trying to see if things would work out. I knew my brother wouldn’t allow it, so I was going to keep it a secret until I was sure it would work. My brother told my mom about it. My mom told him, “Your sister isn’t a child, so who are you to determine who she should love?” My dad laughed at him, so he was left alone in the battle. He stopped talking to me and stopped talking to Jerry. Jerry called to smoke the peace pipe, but my brother didn’t pick up the call. He told other friends that Jerry had broken the bro code for dating his younger sister. While going through that phase, I was also dealing with my personal doubts because I wasn’t sure if Jerry loved me. He said it. He tried to show it, but to be honest with you, the fact that he was my brother’s friend also filled me with doubt. Boys are capable of everything. What if he was dating me to prove a point to my brother? So I was very careful. If it messed up, I knew my brother would sing the “I told you so” song while I lay with my heartbreak. I didn’t want him to be right, so I told Jerry I wasn’t going to be intimate with him. When he bought me a gift, I told him I couldn’t take it because I didn’t want him to say somewhere that I took him for a fool. I took his gift and gave nothing back. I gave him rules. I think at some point, I just wanted to piss him off so he would leave me alone. He didn’t go away, no matter how hard I tried. One day, I saw him and my brother together; they were laughing and making fun of each other as if nothing had ever happened. I was shocked. I asked Jerry what had changed, and he only said, “We are guys. We know how to resolve our differences.” I asked my brother, and he also didn’t say much apart from, “Aren’t you happy we are happy once again?” Weeks later, Jerry took photos of me with his phone and gave me the phone to go through them. When he left me alone, I went straight to his WhatsApp and checked the messages between him and my brother. The conversation was very heated. My brother was throwing warnings from the initial stages, while Jerry stayed defensive. I thought, “So this guy went through all that and he didn’t leave me alone?” Then I got to the later part of the conversation where Jerry said, “I’m your friend, so I can’t be an enemy to your sister. I will treat her just the way you treat her. She will never have a reason to complain to you, and you’ll never have a reason to doubt my intentions toward her. I know you love her, but I love her too. Relax and see what will come out of it.” That message was sent at dawn. It took my brother three days to respond, and his response was, “I just dey watch you.” I closed his phone and let myself fall onto his bed. When he entered, I asked for a hug. When he asked why, I said, “You took very beautiful photos of me. Every one of them is nice.” We hugged. We had our first kiss. Things moved very fast from that point because I believed him, just like my brother did. We dated for two years. And then marriage. And then babies. And then he travelled. And then he came for us. To date, he doesn’t know I read those messages—and those messages were the turning point of our relationship.
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  • Marriage doesn't begin with Ring but with your mindset. Your traits are what will prove to people that this person is married before the ring shows as a sign.

    If you are not a wife, a man won't see you, it's stated that he who finds a wife, your character as a single person, must be the character of a wife for a man to find you.

    Stop behaving anyhow, people are watching you! Act the way you want to be addressed.
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    Marriage doesn't begin with Ring 💍but with your mindset. Your traits are what will prove to people that this person is married before the ring shows as a sign. If you are not a wife, a man won't see you, it's stated that he who finds a wife, your character as a single person, must be the character of a wife for a man to find you. Stop behaving anyhow, people are watching you! Act the way you want to be addressed. #followers #highlight
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  • Let me tell you a Moonlight Story


    Title: The Prince and the Forbidden Flame"

    Once upon a time, under the whispering baobab trees of Ujamaa Kingdom, there lived a noble prince named Jabari. He was brave, wise, and destined to rule after his father, King Omotayo. The kingdom adored him, yet tradition bound his every move—especially when it came to choosing a wife.

    Now, in the outskirts of the kingdom lived Abeni, a girl marked by the elders as an outcast. Her mother had broken tribal laws long ago, and though Abeni was innocent, she bore the curse of her lineage. She lived in the shadows of society, her presence always met with silence or stares. But Abeni had a rare gift—she could speak to animals and heal the wounded with herbs known only to the forest.

    One fateful night, Prince Jabari was hunting in the forest when a lion attacked his party. He was badly wounded and separated from his guards. Abeni found him unconscious by the river and tended to him with her secret herbs. She saved his life. For days, he stayed with her in her humble hut, watching her speak to birds, dance with butterflies, and heal with love. He fell in love—not with her beauty alone, but with her spirit.

    When he returned to the palace, his heart longed for Abeni. He announced his intent to marry her.

    The elders protested. The people revolted. “An outcast cannot sit on the throne!” they cried.

    But Jabari stood firm. He challenged the council to a test of purity. “Let the river gods judge us,” he said. “If Abeni is truly cursed, the sacred river will reject her.”

    On the day of the trial, all gathered by the great River Orun. The priestess invoked the gods. Abeni stepped into the water—it shimmered gold around her feet, and the winds danced in song. The gods had spoken.

    The people bowed. The king wept.

    Jabari and Abeni married beneath the full moon, surrounded by the laughter of spirits and ancestors. She became not only his queen, but the kingdom’s most beloved healer.

    From then on, Ujamaa no longer judged bloodlines, only hearts.
    Let me tell you a Moonlight Story 🌙 🥰🔥 Title: The Prince and the Forbidden Flame" Once upon a time, under the whispering baobab trees of Ujamaa Kingdom, there lived a noble prince named Jabari. He was brave, wise, and destined to rule after his father, King Omotayo. The kingdom adored him, yet tradition bound his every move—especially when it came to choosing a wife. Now, in the outskirts of the kingdom lived Abeni, a girl marked by the elders as an outcast. Her mother had broken tribal laws long ago, and though Abeni was innocent, she bore the curse of her lineage. She lived in the shadows of society, her presence always met with silence or stares. But Abeni had a rare gift—she could speak to animals and heal the wounded with herbs known only to the forest. One fateful night, Prince Jabari was hunting in the forest when a lion attacked his party. He was badly wounded and separated from his guards. Abeni found him unconscious by the river and tended to him with her secret herbs. She saved his life. For days, he stayed with her in her humble hut, watching her speak to birds, dance with butterflies, and heal with love. He fell in love—not with her beauty alone, but with her spirit. When he returned to the palace, his heart longed for Abeni. He announced his intent to marry her. The elders protested. The people revolted. “An outcast cannot sit on the throne!” they cried. But Jabari stood firm. He challenged the council to a test of purity. “Let the river gods judge us,” he said. “If Abeni is truly cursed, the sacred river will reject her.” On the day of the trial, all gathered by the great River Orun. The priestess invoked the gods. Abeni stepped into the water—it shimmered gold around her feet, and the winds danced in song. The gods had spoken. The people bowed. The king wept. Jabari and Abeni married beneath the full moon, surrounded by the laughter of spirits and ancestors. She became not only his queen, but the kingdom’s most beloved healer. From then on, Ujamaa no longer judged bloodlines, only hearts.
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  • HOW TO BECOME MORE CLASSY AND INTELLIGENT AS A WOMAN.

    Being classy is not about bleaching your skin, wearing designer bags, or speaking through your nose.

    And intelligence? It’s not about speaking big grammar and forming British accent.

    If you want to truly be a classy and intelligent woman, start here,

    1. Read, sis.

    I’m not saying become a professor overnight.

    But carry books. Read. Listen to podcasts.

    Watch YouTube videos that feed your brain, not just celebrity gossips.

    2. Speak with sense.

    You don’t have to talk all the time. But when you do, let people feel your wisdom.

    Speak gently. Speak with respect. Speak to add value, not to scatter everywhere.

    3. Dress like you respect yourself.

    You don’t need a wardrobe full of clothes.

    Just know how to package yourself with confidence, decency, and class.

    4. Maturity in how you handle things.

    Not everything requires quarrels. Not every insult deserves a reply.

    Sometimes, your silence is the loudest clapback.

    5. Improve your mindset.
    The way you think affects how you act. Stop thinking small.

    Stop seeing yourself as a victim. You’re a woman with power. Think big. Think wise.

    6. Don’t move with noise makers.
    Classy women are intentional about their company.

    Hang around women who lift your standards, not those who drag you into drama every day.

    7. Pray and glow differently.

    Spiritual depth gives you peace that shows in your walk, your talk, and your decisions.

    Real elegance comes from the inside out.

    ~
    HOW TO BECOME MORE CLASSY AND INTELLIGENT AS A WOMAN. Being classy is not about bleaching your skin, wearing designer bags, or speaking through your nose. And intelligence? It’s not about speaking big grammar and forming British accent. If you want to truly be a classy and intelligent woman, start here, 1. Read, sis. I’m not saying become a professor overnight. But carry books. Read. Listen to podcasts. Watch YouTube videos that feed your brain, not just celebrity gossips. 2. Speak with sense. You don’t have to talk all the time. But when you do, let people feel your wisdom. Speak gently. Speak with respect. Speak to add value, not to scatter everywhere. 3. Dress like you respect yourself. You don’t need a wardrobe full of clothes. Just know how to package yourself with confidence, decency, and class. 4. Maturity in how you handle things. Not everything requires quarrels. Not every insult deserves a reply. Sometimes, your silence is the loudest clapback. 5. Improve your mindset. The way you think affects how you act. Stop thinking small. Stop seeing yourself as a victim. You’re a woman with power. Think big. Think wise. 6. Don’t move with noise makers. Classy women are intentional about their company. Hang around women who lift your standards, not those who drag you into drama every day. 7. Pray and glow differently. Spiritual depth gives you peace that shows in your walk, your talk, and your decisions. Real elegance comes from the inside out. ~
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  • The Man Who Powered His Daughters To Greatness Against All Odds!

    In 1980, a man named Richard turned on his television and saw a female player from Romania receiving a check for $40,000 after winning a tennis tournament.

    The whole scene was enough to shock Richard. This was more than his annual salary.

    Within a few years, he would decide that his daughters would also play tennis.

    After turning off the television, he sat down and wrote a 78-page document outlining a plan for his two young daughters to flee their hometown of Compton, California, an area known for notorious black gangster violence. Now there was also a problem in that Richard didn't know anything about tennis, he didn't have the money to pay for his daughters to train for this expensive sport, and maybe it's incredible to you that his daughters weren't even born yet at that time.

    Over the next five years, he collected tennis-related magazines and video cassettes. He also taught himself to play tennis. Five years later, according to his plan, Richard had a tennis racquet in the hands of his two daughters, as well as the same magazines and videos and what he had learned from them. He was both the father and coach of these little girls and he began to teach them the game of tennis.

    Unable to afford the basics of playing the game, Richard would go to local country clubs to collect used tennis balls from bins and load them into a shopping cart, so that his daughters could practice with these used balls on public tennis courts.

    Richard was overprotective and physically strong as a father, and was often beaten by local gang bullies while trying to protect his daughters from harassment during tennis training.

    On one occasion when he refused to leave the practice court with his daughters, they broke his nose, jaw and fingers, and knocked out several of his teeth.

    Richard wrote in his diary, "After today, history will remember the 'toothless' man as a monument of courage."

    Since tennis was a predominantly white sport at the time, people would stare and shout at the black family as Richard and his daughters traveled to various tennis courts for junior tournaments. Once the girls asked, "Daddy, why do people stare at us so badly," to which he replied, "Because they are not used to seeing such beautiful people before."

    The wheel of time turned quickly and the calendar page turned sharply to the year 2000, when a tall, lean black girl set out on a journey to play the Wimbledon tournament final, and thousands of miles away from her native ghetto, Richard watched his eldest daughter play in the grass fields in front of London's elite, celebrities and royalty.

    No one had ever seen a tennis player with such a powerful serve and fast footwork, nor had they ever heard shots so loud. It was like every ball was being beaten and every ball was crying out in pain.
    When the girl reached a stage where victory was ahead of fear, the girl looked at her father standing in the stands who was encouraging her to achieve victory by shouting loudly. Richard always told his daughters, "One day, we're going to win Wimbledon, and it's not going to be for us. It will be for the helpless and poor people of America." Richard's 20-year-long struggle plan had now reached a critical point in history.
    As the opponent's ball hit the net, cameras caught a teary-eyed Richard dancing wildly as he watched his daughter, Venus Williams, win the first of her seven Grand Slam titles. Over the next several years, Richard also watched his youngest daughter, Serena, win 23 major tournaments and become one of the greatest tennis players of all time.

    For all their success on the tennis court, what Venus and Serena endured off the court is the most impressive part of their journey. From spectators, who were given the nickname the "Williams Brothers" because of their physique, to comments in the media calling Serena's mixed-race daughter "chocolate milk," the two sisters' resilient and kind personalities helped them stand up to racism and bigotry their father said. The best way to avenge is to answer with her racquet inside the tennis court. This inspiring struggle of these two sisters inspired black people and athletes around the world.
    The Man Who Powered His Daughters To Greatness Against All Odds! In 1980, a man named Richard turned on his television and saw a female player from Romania receiving a check for $40,000 after winning a tennis tournament. The whole scene was enough to shock Richard. This was more than his annual salary. Within a few years, he would decide that his daughters would also play tennis. After turning off the television, he sat down and wrote a 78-page document outlining a plan for his two young daughters to flee their hometown of Compton, California, an area known for notorious black gangster violence. Now there was also a problem in that Richard didn't know anything about tennis, he didn't have the money to pay for his daughters to train for this expensive sport, and maybe it's incredible to you that his daughters weren't even born yet at that time. Over the next five years, he collected tennis-related magazines and video cassettes. He also taught himself to play tennis. Five years later, according to his plan, Richard had a tennis racquet in the hands of his two daughters, as well as the same magazines and videos and what he had learned from them. He was both the father and coach of these little girls and he began to teach them the game of tennis. Unable to afford the basics of playing the game, Richard would go to local country clubs to collect used tennis balls from bins and load them into a shopping cart, so that his daughters could practice with these used balls on public tennis courts. Richard was overprotective and physically strong as a father, and was often beaten by local gang bullies while trying to protect his daughters from harassment during tennis training. On one occasion when he refused to leave the practice court with his daughters, they broke his nose, jaw and fingers, and knocked out several of his teeth. Richard wrote in his diary, "After today, history will remember the 'toothless' man as a monument of courage." Since tennis was a predominantly white sport at the time, people would stare and shout at the black family as Richard and his daughters traveled to various tennis courts for junior tournaments. Once the girls asked, "Daddy, why do people stare at us so badly," to which he replied, "Because they are not used to seeing such beautiful people before." The wheel of time turned quickly and the calendar page turned sharply to the year 2000, when a tall, lean black girl set out on a journey to play the Wimbledon tournament final, and thousands of miles away from her native ghetto, Richard watched his eldest daughter play in the grass fields in front of London's elite, celebrities and royalty. No one had ever seen a tennis player with such a powerful serve and fast footwork, nor had they ever heard shots so loud. It was like every ball was being beaten and every ball was crying out in pain. When the girl reached a stage where victory was ahead of fear, the girl looked at her father standing in the stands who was encouraging her to achieve victory by shouting loudly. Richard always told his daughters, "One day, we're going to win Wimbledon, and it's not going to be for us. It will be for the helpless and poor people of America." Richard's 20-year-long struggle plan had now reached a critical point in history. As the opponent's ball hit the net, cameras caught a teary-eyed Richard dancing wildly as he watched his daughter, Venus Williams, win the first of her seven Grand Slam titles. Over the next several years, Richard also watched his youngest daughter, Serena, win 23 major tournaments and become one of the greatest tennis players of all time. For all their success on the tennis court, what Venus and Serena endured off the court is the most impressive part of their journey. From spectators, who were given the nickname the "Williams Brothers" because of their physique, to comments in the media calling Serena's mixed-race daughter "chocolate milk," the two sisters' resilient and kind personalities helped them stand up to racism and bigotry their father said. The best way to avenge is to answer with her racquet inside the tennis court. This inspiring struggle of these two sisters inspired black people and athletes around the world.
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  • *7 Destinies Destr0yers to Avoid*

    As a young man, it's essential to be aware of the pitfalls that can hinder your success. Here are seven key areas to focus on:

    1. *Gambling*: Avoid gambling at all costs. The addiction can wreck lives and destroy destinies. Stay away from anything that might lead to gambling.

    2. *Womanizing*: Fornication is costly and can lead to financial ruin. Focus on building meaningful relationships rather than chasing fleeting pleasures.

    3. *Alcoholism*: Drink responsibly and maintain self-control. Excessive drinking can lead to financial waste and neglect of responsibilities.

    4. *Drugs and Smoking*: Never succumb to drug addiction or smoking. These habits can lead to mental instability, health issues, and financial ruin.

    5. *Laziness*: Hard work and diligence are essential for success. Avoid procrastination and stay active.

    6. *Indiscipline*: Live with discipline and purpose. Establish routines and stick to them, prioritizing attitudes and character that promote positive change.

    7. *Time Mismanagement*: Value your time and invest it wisely. Prioritize activities that add value to your life and watch your life change for the better.

    By avoiding these destinies destroyers, you'll be well on your way to achieving your goals and living a purposeful life.

    Thanks for reading.
    *7 Destinies Destr0yers to Avoid* As a young man, it's essential to be aware of the pitfalls that can hinder your success. Here are seven key areas to focus on: 1. *Gambling*: Avoid gambling at all costs. The addiction can wreck lives and destroy destinies. Stay away from anything that might lead to gambling. 2. *Womanizing*: Fornication is costly and can lead to financial ruin. Focus on building meaningful relationships rather than chasing fleeting pleasures. 3. *Alcoholism*: Drink responsibly and maintain self-control. Excessive drinking can lead to financial waste and neglect of responsibilities. 4. *Drugs and Smoking*: Never succumb to drug addiction or smoking. These habits can lead to mental instability, health issues, and financial ruin. 5. *Laziness*: Hard work and diligence are essential for success. Avoid procrastination and stay active. 6. *Indiscipline*: Live with discipline and purpose. Establish routines and stick to them, prioritizing attitudes and character that promote positive change. 7. *Time Mismanagement*: Value your time and invest it wisely. Prioritize activities that add value to your life and watch your life change for the better. By avoiding these destinies destroyers, you'll be well on your way to achieving your goals and living a purposeful life. Thanks for reading.
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  • If someone tells you to eat 6 times a day, run. They want you diabetic.

    Every meal spikes insulin.
    Every snack tells your pancreas: “Work harder!”

    Keep doing that and watch your body drown in insulin.
    Then comes insulin resistance.
    Then prediabetes.
    Then diabetes.
    Then you’re blaming village people.

    Your body was never designed to eat nonstop.
    Eating all the time doesn’t give you “energy.”
    It gives you fatigue, brain fog, and zero fat-burning.

    Digestion takes work. And when you’re always fed, your body never gets a break.
    Your brain can’t focus.
    Your liver gets overloaded.
    Your fat stores? Untouched.

    Want the ultimate health hack?
    —Eat once or twice a day
    —Prioritize protein
    —Drink water in the morning
    —Shift your meals later
    —Cook your own food

    Stop making excuses like “There’s no healthy food in Nigeria.”
    There are over 50+ Nigerian meals that can heal and energize you.
    Stop eating like you’re being chased by famine.
    Start eating like you love your body.
    If someone tells you to eat 6 times a day, run. They want you diabetic. Every meal spikes insulin. Every snack tells your pancreas: “Work harder!” Keep doing that and watch your body drown in insulin. Then comes insulin resistance. Then prediabetes. Then diabetes. Then you’re blaming village people. Your body was never designed to eat nonstop. Eating all the time doesn’t give you “energy.” It gives you fatigue, brain fog, and zero fat-burning. Digestion takes work. And when you’re always fed, your body never gets a break. Your brain can’t focus. Your liver gets overloaded. Your fat stores? Untouched. Want the ultimate health hack? —Eat once or twice a day —Prioritize protein —Drink water in the morning —Shift your meals later —Cook your own food Stop making excuses like “There’s no healthy food in Nigeria.” There are over 50+ Nigerian meals that can heal and energize you. Stop eating like you’re being chased by famine. Start eating like you love your body.
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