This is the kind of blessings you don't have to be showing off anyhow. Village people will just be on your matter as though you both sleep on the same bed.

The Honored

The applause from the graduation speech still echoed as Zara took her mother’s hand and led her gently toward the center of the stage. The audience watched, captivated. It was no longer just a graduation ceremony. It was a moment the world needed to witness.

Zara turned to her mother and said softly, "Stand tall, Mom. Today, the world will see what I’ve always known."

She removed her graduation toga and placed it on Tasha’s shoulders with care and honor. Then she dropped to her knees, her voice trembling with emotion as she spoke into the mic:

> "Thank you, Mom. For every sacrifice. For every sleepless night. For every scar you hid behind a smile."

The hall fell silent again. People were holding their breath.

> "Some of you think she's just a beggar. Some think she's mad. Dirty. Smelling. Just another forgotten woman on the street. But that woman... that woman is my mother.

My hero. My strength. My role model. My everything.

She is the toughest woman I have ever known."

Tasha stood frozen, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. She couldn't believe what was happening. Never in her life did she imagine she’d stand on a stage like this, honored by her daughter before the very people who once mocked her.

Zara continued:

> "You see, this woman didn’t just raise me. She raised hope. She raised faith. She raised resilience.

She didn’t have money. She didn’t have a roof over her head. But she had love. And she gave it to me freely.

There were days she didn’t eat, just to make sure I had a little something in my lunchbox. Nights we slept under the stars, and she’d tell me stories instead of complaining.

Even when her mind was drowning in stress, she held my hand and never let go."

Tears were now flowing openly in the crowd. Professors, parents, students—they all watched in awe.

> "People judged her by her clothes. By her silence. By her pain. But I knew better.

I saw the woman behind the whispers. The one who wiped my tears when no one else noticed I was crying.

I saw the fighter who rose every morning to dig through trash just to feed me. Who protected me from harm. Who told me I could be anything, even when she had nothing."

Zara turned to face her mother directly. She reached out and took both her hands.

> "Mom... today, I give you this degree. Because it belongs to you more than it does to me.

Every letter in my name carries your sweat. Every grade I earned was built on your pain.

You taught me the meaning of true dignity. Not the kind you wear, but the kind you live.

I love you. And I am proud of you."

She turned back to the microphone:

> "And to everyone listening... I hope this moment reminds you that greatness can rise from anywhere. From gutters. From uncompleted buildings. From broken families.

Don’t ever judge someone by how they look today. You don’t know the battle they’re fighting.

And to every child here: honor your parents. Especially the ones who gave up everything to see you smile."

The hall exploded with applause. Not the polite kind—the roaring, soul-stirring kind. Some people rose to their feet. Others hugged their children tightly.

Tasha cried openly now, no longer ashamed. She stood on that stage not as a victim, but as a victor.

And as Zara hugged her mother again, someone from the crowd shouted, "You raised a queen, Mama!"

Another added, "You’re a queen too!"

In that moment, the world saw her. Not as a mad woman.

But as the mother of a warrior.

To be continued...

Man cannot kill himself with all the battles in this Life. Sleep is important. Only don't try pulling the trigger in your sleep, because it will not be the enemy you will be shooting

Make your self available let go

There are those who are called to be at the front (face) and others at the back (behind the scenes) of every group, organization and or institution. Do not strive to put yourself where God has not put you, because you will be exposing yourself to battles you are not competent to handle.

Joel 2 v 7 - 11.

A clear example was seen in the case of Uriah who was placed where he never had the capacity to fight because he was posing to have more zeal for country than David his king in battle and by that he was killed.

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Long-distance relationships are emotional traps for untrained men.

You sit there texting, calling, promising her forever,
While she’s out there collecting attention like it’s oxygen.

You think she’s yours because of “love”?
No, bro.
She’s loyal to her options. Her environment. Her emotions.
And when the right guy shows up and touches the right nerve,
Your long-distance promise means nothing.

Let me burn the fantasy:

You’re in bed dreaming of her.
Some other man is in her bed, giving her what you only type.

You send good morning texts.
He sends dopamine with eye contact and masculine presence.

You plan FaceTime dates.
He plans real ones, with his hands around her waist, not emojis on a screen.

Women don’t stay loyal to absence. They stay loyal to presence, pressure, and power.

And a man who lets distance test loyalty
Is a man who's gambling with a loaded gun pointed at his pride.

You think you're “building trust”?
You’re just feeding her attention-starved ego while she's busy entertaining "just friends."

You think love will carry the weight?
No. Only masculine presence, real-world imprinting, and boundaries keep her in check.

At Girls Approach, we teach men how to dominate the room, not text their worth across borders.

If you can’t show up in person, you better show up in power.
Otherwise? You're just emotionally funding her connection with the next bold guy in her city.

Let the truth be told:

A woman’s loyalty is as stable as the attention she receives.
Distance doesn’t protect your bond.
It exposes the illusion of one.

If you disappoint, you must appear before the council of brotherhood, and explain why you've decided to disgrace everybody.

No whining.
This is Girls Approach energy. This is dominance without desperation.
If you’re not in her world physically, someone else will be.
Step up or step aside.

This is warfare. Get hard or go home.

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➥𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 & 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒⇅

Carter Efe: "You buy things for Jarvis but complain about sending your mum money. You've not even sent her up to 10M. Sandra isn't telling you the truth. I'm 23 and I hustle for my mum, my wife, and my child. I'm just the third born in my family, and I do my best to make sure my family members are at least, comfortable and I have never come out to complain about it because I see it as a responsibility.

Peller: "You're just saying all this things because you want to trend, you know that once bloggers see my face on your livestream they'll carry it. You want to use me and trend. When you were my age how many people were you sending money?"

This conversation between Peller and Carterefe has stirred mixed reactions online, As many believe Carter Efe may be trying to give Peller an advice that will help him in future, but it appears Peller doesn't get it, because he's "blinded by love".

*The Seven Last Words of Jesus on the Cross;*

1. *"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." (Luke 23:34)*

2. *"Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise." (Luke 23:43)*

3. *"Dear woman, here is your son... Here is your mother." (John 19:26-27)*

4. *"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" (Matthew 27:46, Mark 15:34)*

5. *"I am thirsty." (John 19:28)*

6. *"It is finished." (John 19:30)*

7. *"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." (Luke 23:46)*

*These words reveal Jesus' compassion, promise of salvation, care for others, anguish, humanity, triumph, and trust in God.*