Doctor’s Visit or Comedy Show🤣🤣🤣🤣 It was just another normal day or so Mr. Johnson thought He invited his friend who also happened to be his wife’s gynecologist over for a drink and some football. Snacks? ✅ Drinks? ✅ Drama? 😬 Oh yes 100% ✅😂😂 Just as the match was getting exciting, Mrs. Johnson strolled into the living room wearing—well—basically nothing. Just underwear and confidence🤣😂 Mr. Johnson nearly choked on his drink. He shouted, Honey, pls go and dress up properly or correctly. Can’t u see we have a visitor🤣🤣🤣 But his wife didn’t even flinch. With a tray in her hand and sass in her step, she replied calmly, There’s nothing else on me that I can hide from him. Have u forgotten that he is my Gynaecologis🤣🤣t Silence. Absolute silence. Mr. Johnson’s brain went into a system reboot. His friend just sipped his drink like this was an everyday thing. And Mrs. Johnson? She walked off like a queen who just dropped the mic🤣🤣 Never mix football, friends, and half-naked wives. Especially when the friend is a gynecologist.🤣🤣

The hardest part of Grief Grief leaves you stranded in the middle of the highway. You sit there, just staring into the distance, wondering which way is better. Forward feels terrifying. It's uncertain and unfamiliar. You don't know what life will look like without them or without what you lost. You don't know who you are now, or how to keep going when everything has changed. Going backward? That's even worse. That means walking back into the heartbreak, the funeral, the moment everything broke. It means reopening the pain, replaying every memory, every goodbye, every silent scream. So you just sit there, stuck between what hurts and what's unknown. That's the hardest part.

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Nice People Don’t Win. They Get Eaten. You’re not a good person. You’re just scared. Scared they’ll leave. Scared they’ll think you’re mean. Scared you’ll look selfish. So you shrink. You smile. You serve. And then you break. Let me be clear: Kindness without boundaries is self-harm. You say “yes” to everyone because you’re too afraid to say “yes” to yourself. You want to be the “bigger person”? Okay. But even Jesus flipped tables when nonsense passed the limit. Stop hiding under “I’m just being nice.” You’re not nice. You’re convenient. And guess what the world does with convenient people? It drains them. Ditches them. Then replaces them with someone louder. Try this instead: —Say NO without blinking. —Walk away without guilt. —Be the villain in their story if it means being the hero in yours. You don’t owe anyone peace at your own expense. Let them talk. Let them hate. Let them wonder. You’re not here to be liked. You’re here to be free. 💥 Nice people finish last because they never start the damn race.

𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 f𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. F𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. We chase so much—status, wealth, recognition, and possessions, forgetting that the grave has no VIP section. When the dust settles, what remains isn’t what you had… It’s who you were. How you loved. How you served. How you made others feel. Live well, live deeply and most importantly leave something eternal. Because in the end, the only thing death can't take… 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭. 🗣️🔉🔊

*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 16/06/2025* Tinubu orders security chiefs to restore peace in Benue Benue killings: Military deploys air surveillance, IG takes over security Brent bounce: Nigerian crude hits $77 as Israel-Iran tensions boil Appeal Court nullifies Emefiele’s asset forfeiture Fed Govt set to acquire 12 Viper jets to boost NAF’s capability Dangote refinery to begin petrol, diesel distribution nationwide August 15 Lagos mandates e-call-up for trucks June 16 Again, Oliseh frowns at foreign coaches Davido cancels UK show at Tottenham Hotspur stadium amid production issues Tanzania names major road after AfDB President, Adesina Iran-bound businessman arrested at PH airport for ingesting 53 wraps of cocaine Italy-bound passenger arrested with drugs hidden in winter jackets Three nabbed in Ghana for smuggling stolen Nigerian SUVs Nigerian nationals in India beg FG: We want to come home ----------------------------- *DID YOU KNOW?* * The Magna Carta, meaning “Great Charter,” is a historical document that King John of England agreed to in 1215, granting certain rights and liberties to barons and free men. It established the principle that the king was not above the law and paved the way for limited government and the rule of law. * 99.9% of your DNA is identical to very other human – it’s the 0.1% that makes us unique. ----------------------------- Tinubu hails fathers as pillars of nation-building Tinubu congratulates Gen. Abdulsalami Abubakar at 83 Senate pledges electoral reform, constitutional review ahead of 2027 Senate introduced 983 Bills, passed 108 into law in two years, says Bamidele Reps to convene legislative dialogue on national security architecture Monday Tinubu not first president to borrow, Oshiomhole defends loan request Court orders execution of Ebonyi man over teen’s death in rape case Lawyer summoned over missing suspect in N36.8m cybercrime case Special forces deployed to battle terrorists in Benue Terror kingpins surrender, free 16 hostages in Katsina amnesty deal Umahi frowns at slow pace of work on Enugu-Onitsha highway Livestock devt: FG moves to resuscitate 144,000 hectares Gombe grazing reserve Trade ministry halts office relocation, to renovate headquarters Lagos to host Africa’s supply chain devt summit N3.6bn ground rent: FG in last-minute talks with embassies FCTA to protect elderly people from abuse UniAbuja, UNN governing boards yet to meet over substantive VCs’ appointments CONMESS: S’West medical lecturers confirm payment post-strike Nigerian editors to discuss national security, cohesion at Enugu convention Ohanaeze Ndi-Igbo applauds Tinubu, Umahi on East-West Road, others 2027: Electronic Transmission Of Results Should Be Mandatory – Prof. Jega I nearly contested for President after June 12 struggle — Soyinka E-call-up: IPMAN directs members to boycott Lekki-Epe corridor Despite short week, stock market posts N513bn growth Israel-Iran conflict: Marketers hike petrol prices as crude oil hits $74pb Tinubu’s solo endorsement by N’East APC leaders triggers outrage 2027: Aiyedatiwa backs Tinubu’s re-election bid Okowa, Delta deputy gov absent as Nwoko hosts APC meeting Adeleke warns Osun radio stations against inciting public, threatens sanction I’ve no problem with my predecessor, says Eno Gov mourns as Plateau CAN chairman dies God sent me to crush cultism in Edo – Okpebholo Imo claims cabals behind state judiciary crisis Lagos tanker drivers threaten to stop fuel loading over e-call-up fees Akure families evict landlords, cite S’Court victory Kwara Pilgrims Get $500 Refund After Dollar Swap Fraud In Saudi Arabia Kogi plans rent-to-own housing scheme for civil servants NYSC halts Lagos camp renovation for orientation exercise Lagos builds psychiatric hospital to tackle gambling, others Lagos CP redeploys tactical commander, orders probe over N10m ‘bribe’, others Bauchi CP mourns as about-to-wed DPO, two friends killed in crash Two arrested for possessing stolen cement trucks in Anambra Church Collapses On Worshippers In Taraba ----------------------------- *TODAY IN HISTORY* * On this day in 1976, South African police killed hundreds of protesting schoolchildren. An estimated 20,000 youth were protesting against the introduction of Afrikaans as the languages of instruction in their schools when police officers started firing into the crowd. ----------------------------- You gotta keep ur head up even when the road is hard, never give up. – Tupac Shakur Good morning *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George [email protected], +234-8122200446*

MY HUSBAND KILLED ME TO REPLACE HIS LIFE BUT MY GHOST WILL HUNT HIM TO DEATH Episode 1 #walexstories FOLLOW ME Walex's Stories BEFORE YOU MISS ANOTHER EPISODE My name was Chinyere, and I came from a small, peaceful village called Umueze. Life in the village was not rich in money, but we were rich in laughter, songs, and stories. I was raised by my grandmother who taught me how to cook, farm, and pray. Everyone knew me as the girl who smiled even when the rain fell too hard on her cassava farm. When I turned twenty-three, I married Obinna, the man who had stolen my heart with his words and good looks. He was tall, muscular, and charming. He could talk like a preacher and sing like a bird. My friends were jealous. They said, “Chinyere, you have found a husband from heaven.” At first, I believed them. Obinna treated me like gold. He helped me in the farm, bought me wrappers, and called me sweet names like my queen, my sunshine, the air I breathe. I felt like the happiest woman in the whole world. But after a few months, everything began to change. The man who once smiled at me every morning now looked at me with cold eyes. He no longer called me sweet names. He would come home late and sleep facing the wall. I would ask, “Obinna, are you okay?” and he would say, “I’m tired.” That was just the beginning. One night, I woke up to drink water. As I passed by the window, I saw a strange light behind our hut. I looked closely and saw Obinna kneeling beside a small fire. He was holding something in his hand and talking to himself. I couldn’t hear everything, but I heard him say: “Spirits of the dark... I have kept my promise. Just wait, she will be ready soon.” My heart nearly stopped. Who was he talking to? What promise? I quickly returned to the bed and pretended to sleep. My mind was racing like a drum at a village festival. That whole night, I did not close my eyes again. The next day, I tried to act normal. I cooked his food, greeted him kindly, and washed his clothes. But fear had already moved into my heart like a thief in the night. The next strange thing happened three days later. While sweeping the backyard, I noticed a patch of loose soil behind our hut. Something told me to dig it. I used a stick and carefully removed the sand. What I saw made my blood turn to ice. Inside a small clay pot, wrapped in red cloth, I found: A piece of my wrapper My old comb A dried lizard And a red feather soaked in something like blood I screamed and threw the pot away. My hands were shaking. My knees became weak. What kind of wickedness was this? What kind of evil charm used my belongings? That night, I confronted Obinna. “Obinna, what is going on? Why is my wrapper and comb buried in a pot behind our house?” He looked at me for a long time—too long—and then smiled. But it wasn’t a smile of love. It was a cold, dry smile like someone who knew something I didn’t. “Chinyere,” he said, “You ask too many questions. Some things are better left alone.” I stepped back. My heart was pounding. I wanted to run, but I was too scared. I couldn’t believe this was the man I married. For the next few days, Obinna changed completely. He hardly spoke. He would stay up at night walking around the house, talking to himself in a strange language I didn’t understand. Then, the stranger came. It was a stormy evening. Thunder was cracking the sky open. Obinna told me to stay inside while he went outside to meet someone. Through the window, I saw the man. He had one eye, a long scar across his neck, and wore a black cloak. He didn’t even look human. The man handed Obinna something small, and they both whispered. I could hear only one thing clearly: “Tonight is the night. Make sure she eats it all.” Eat what? My body began to shake. I locked myself in the kitchen and prayed. Something terrible was coming. That evening, Obinna acted sweet again—for the first time in weeks. He brought home my favorite food: pounded yam and bitterleaf soup. He even brought me palm wine and said, “My queen, eat. You deserve to rest tonight.” But the moment I tasted the soup, I knew something was wrong. It had a strange bitter taste, not like normal bitterleaf. I dropped the spoon and looked into his eyes. They were shining—too shiny, like someone hiding a deep secret. He smiled. “Eat more, Chinyere. You need strength.” I stood up and said I was full. He frowned but said nothing. Later that night, I felt dizzy. My head was spinning. My legs were weak. I tried to call for help, but no sound came out. Everything went dark. --- When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my body. I was floating above it. Below me, I saw my lifeless body lying on the bed, and Obinna kneeling beside it with a small red knife in his hand. He was not crying. He was smiling. He kissed my forehead and whispered: “Thank you, Chinyere. Your spirit has given me.

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"I used to hide when my mother came to sweep my classroom." "Now, I stand here proudly — because her broom gave me wings." They mocked her. They laughed at her shoes. But years later, she walked back into the same school — And handed out scholarships in her mother’s name. Her Mother Was the School Janitor — 25 Years Later, She Was Invited as Guest Speaker… and Did Something That Made Even the Principal Weep Written by Rosyworld CRN 1999. Jos, Nigeria. Mama Nnenna worked as a janitor at St. Bridget’s Secondary School. She swept classrooms, scrubbed toilets, and mopped the staff room — always with a soft smile and tattered shoes. Her daughter, Nnenna, attended the school on a staff-child discount. Smart. Quiet. Always top of her class. But always ashamed. Her classmates made jokes: “Here comes Madam Mop.” “Your mummy missed the corner. Go clean it for her.” Sometimes, Nnenna would hide in the toilet while her mother cleaned her class. One day, she told her mother: “Please don’t sweep while I’m in class.” Mama Nnenna looked at her and replied gently: “Then I’ll sweep earlier. But I’ll still sweep with pride.” Nnenna endured. She kept reading. Studied at night while her mother snored beside the mop bucket. Got a scholarship abroad. Studied law. Excelled. Became a human rights lawyer. Founded her own firm. In 2024, St. Bridget’s hosted its 60th Anniversary Celebration. The school needed a keynote speaker. Someone inspirational. Someone successful. They reached out to Barrister Nnenna O. Agu — not knowing her history. She accepted. On the day of the event, she walked onto the stage in heels and a power suit. The crowd clapped. But then she said: “Before I speak… I want to show you the person who truly earned this invitation.” She turned and unveiled a framed photo. Her mother. Holding a mop. Gasps. Silence. Nnenna continued: “This woman swept shame off my name. She cleaned the very room that shaped my future. And while the world saw ‘just a janitor’ — I saw a queen in rubber slippers.” Tears flowed. She announced 10 full scholarships — in her mother’s name — for children of cleaners and drivers in the school. “Because sometimes, honour starts in the dust.” She didn’t hide her past anymore. She used it to build bridges. Because the girl they mocked for her mother’s uniform… Returned to honour that uniform with her voice

BREAKING NEWS: 92-years-old President of Cameroon Paul Biya Allegedly Overthrown From Office After 50 Years According to recent news reports, Paul Biya, the 92-year-old President of Cameroon, has been removed from power in a peaceful military takeover. This coup, described as one of the most and peaceful in African history, occurred on June 12, 2025, without any violence or bloodshed. The military operation was reportedly led by Brigadier General Arnaud Ambassy and Sergeant Didier Ekulay, who executed the plan with precision, replacing Biya’s presidential guards and locking down key command centers. The reasons behind the coup seem to be linked to Biya’s long-standing rule, marked by allegations of political repression, corruption, and security challenges. During his nearly five-decade presidency, Cameroon became heavily reliant on France, with French companies exploiting the country’s natural resources while many Cameroonians remained in poverty. The new military leaders have discovered financial documents showing billions of public funds diverted into foreign accounts in France, further fueling public discontent.