Japan Just Built a Womb Outside the Human Body — and It Works. It sounds like science fiction. But it’s real. In a quiet lab in Japan, something extraordinary has happened: The world’s first fully functional artificial womb is now a reality. Not a prototype. Not a theory. But a working system — where life can grow without ever entering a human body. Inside this capsule, everything is simulated: Oxygen levels. Nutrients. Waste removal. Even the subtle rhythms of a real placenta. It’s a womb… without a mother. And it’s not just about futuristic wonder. It’s about saving lives. For premature babies who wouldn’t survive outside the womb —this could be their second chance. For families struggling with infertility, a new path may be opening. But with every miracle comes a question. DETAILS: https://newlaurenlake.cafex.biz/blog/japan-unveils-worlds-first-artificial-womb-enabling-embryos-to-grow-outside-the-human-body?fbclid=IwY2xjawLDLn1leHRuA2FlbQIxMABicmlkETE3R25QaHpndldwYk9PdXQ3AR6FkjMoTCuLjP9Wy1-UrnyfggGtpzdbYbSmGpgpkXPTe-R3EEFrD62uBK2Alw_aem_swz5RfncStz1xhObttLIEQ

He never told me he was getting married to another woman—not until his wedding day, after I slept over at his house. He never once said he didn’t see me as his future wife, not even subtly. Instead, he kept using me, and in the end, he broke my heart and walked away. Charles has been my boyfriend for four months now. He has been sweet, consistent, and never gave me any red flags or reason to doubt his intentions. I visited his house often. We did everything together—cooked, watched movies, talked late into the night. Slept together. Not once did I ever run into the woman he was preparing to say “I do” to. She never visited, maybe because he didn’t want her to. Or maybe he was just that good at hiding his double life. I kept giving my all, thinking we were growing stronger as a couple. I invested my mind, body, and soul. That Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of movement—his friends, both familiar and unfamiliar, were rushing through the house like they were preparing for something big. They were all dressed in matching blue senator suits, looking sharp and excited. Charles, my Charles, wore a suit that made him look like a model. I was confused. What were they all dressed up for? Then I overheard one of his friends whisper, “Tell her now…” Tell me what? Charles turned to him and said, “I didn’t ask her to come over last night.” What? Not after we spent the whole night together? Not after we made love? He didn't want me here? I was still confused. Then he threw a bundle of money at me and told me to leave before he got back. I was too stunned to speak. My voice failed me. I wanted to scream, but the shock silenced me. “Is that what you think of me now?” I finally managed to speak, broken. “You sleep with me and pay me?” He looked at me—his face almost remorseful—but his words stung worse than a slap. “You’re not wife material. I’m sorry, but I can’t end up with you. That’s why. Just go. Let’s end this in peace.” I didn’t understand. Why didn’t he go to the hotel he was supposed to have his bachelor’s party at last night? Why did he decide to spend it with me the way he wanted? Why didn’t his bride call to ask where he was? It felt like his friends knew everything and had been covering up for him. Until that morning. After he left, I broke down. I cried for an hour straight until the tears dried up, and anger took over. A burning, bitter rage. I dressed up quickly and searched the whole house for any clue about the wedding location. I was desperate. Then, thanks to fate, I found a souvenir with the location on it. I took a commercial bus straight to the cathedral. By the time I arrived, they were exchanging their vows. My heart was pounding. I didn’t take a seat. I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to the altar, stepped between him and his bride, and grabbed the microphone from the priest. Anger had taken over my sanity. I told everyone the truth—everything that had happened. I dropped the bundle of money at his feet as a proof that he had tried to pay me off. The church erupted in chaos. His bride collapsed right there at the altar. And I walked out. I left them in the mess he created. I left when I was sure I had done enough damage to match the pain he caused me. That Saturday morning changed me. I left town and stayed with my sister for a while to clear my head. The heartbreak was too heavy to carry alone. People said I went too far by crashing the wedding. But what about everything I invested in that relationship? What about the betrayal? He thought he could use me and pay me off like I meant nothing. Why didn’t he just tell me he couldn’t marry me? Why pretend? Why lie? Why let me give so much while he was planning a future with someone else? I heard the wedding was called off, and his bride blocked him completely. His family calls me day and night, hurling insults and blaming me for the disgrace. But now, their hatred sounds like music to my ears. I smile when I remember that I crashed that wedding right—I didn’t make a mistake. I have no regrets. I’ve moved on. Just be sure the person you’re dating isn’t secretly planning a wedding with someone else. These days, men will string you along, take your love for granted, and tell you you’re not "wife material." Then marry someone else. This is from a true life story. #fictionwriter #storywriter #weaverofwords Iwuji Amarachi Judith

BEAUTY FROM THE ASHES Episode 6 The women’s conference stretched across the week like a divine unfolding, each evening a sacred appointment that Amara hadn’t even known her soul had been craving. It wasn’t just a program; it was an invitation. An invitation to heal, to awaken and to breathe again. The first night had left her in tears. The speaker, a soft-spoken woman with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand stories, had shared her journey from despair to deliverance. Amara sat quietly in the third row, tears slipping down her cheeks as the words struck something deep, something raw within her. She wasn’t alone. Not in her pain. Not in her confusion. Not even in her silence. Every session after that peeled back another layer of pain, of pride, of fear. Like an onion shedding its skin, Amara found herself slowly unraveling. The masks she had worn for years...the brave wife, the silent sufferer, the spiritual martyr, began to fall. With every worship session, with every testimony, the walls she had so carefully constructed began to crack. Each night, she came home lighter. And each morning, she woke with a little more clarity. It was as if her heart was remembering how to feel again, how to hope. By Thursday, something inside her had shifted. That night’s message felt like it was delivered straight from the throne room of heaven to her wounded heart. The speaker, a fiery preacher with a voice that could calm storms or rouse an army, stood with authority and grace. She read from Isaiah 61:3: “…to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness…” The words echoed through the hall, soaking into the atmosphere like rain on dry soil. Amara closed her eyes and let them wash over her. Beauty for ashes. Joy for mourning. Praise for heaviness. She didn’t know when the tears had started, but they came in quiet streams, not of sorrow, but of release. For the first time in a long time, Amara allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, her story wasn’t over. That perhaps God hadn’t abandoned her in the wreckage of her marriage, but had been waiting in the wings for her to find the strength to choose. Later that evening, Amara sat in Chinwe’s cozy living room, cradling a warm mug of ginger tea. The lights were dim, the air fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and honey. Chinwe sat across from her, legs tucked under her on the couch, listening intently. “I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for years,” Amara began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was so sure I was doing God’s will by marrying Eddy. Everyone said I was. And when things turned ugly, I thought... maybe this was my cross. Maybe I was supposed to endure it.” Chinwe reached out and gently took her hand. “Amara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, “God never asks us to stay in darkness and call it faith. He’s not glorified by your suffering. He’s glorified by your healing, your wholeness, your courage.” Amara looked down, tears pooling again. “But how do I just walk away? I made vows. I kept hoping he’d change. I didn’t want to give up.” “Walking away from abuse isn’t giving up,” Chinwe replied. “It’s waking up. It’s choosing life. God is not a taskmaster. He’s your Father. And He loves you far too much to watch you slowly die in a house where your soul can’t breathe.” A long silence passed between them. “So what do I do now?” Amara finally asked, her voice cracking. Chinwe squeezed her hand. “You choose,” she said softly. “You choose light. You choose life. You choose you.” That night, Amara didn’t sleep much. She lay in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the moments she had silenced herself for the sake of peace, all the prayers she had whispered in the darkness, asking God to change Eddy, to save their home. But something had shifted. She realized she had been praying for resurrection in a grave she was never meant to lie in. The next morning, the storm arrived. Eddy came home with a man and started raining abuses on Amara; " See this idiot! You think you can come from African part of Nigeria to outsmart me that came from American part of Nigeria? It's either you hand over the school to me, channel all income to my account or I make sure the school is closed down completely." Her children, all came out to watch helplessly as usual. As Amara was trying to explain to the man he came home with, Eddy rushed Amara and started pounding her, targeting her face and bragging that he must make sure Amara becomes useless to any other man in this life; "By the time I'm done with you, people would spit on you at sight" Eddy continued hitting Amara until she collapsed on the floor. The poor man that came to ask for money to feed his family couldn't help the situation. When Amara regained consciousness, she saw only her children crying and waking her up. She sent for Chinwe. Chinwe immediately and secretly arranged for a drop that took them to Divine Mercy Hospital. The doctor was furious and demanded for his presence. When he arrived, he pleaded with the doctor that it's devil's handwork. As soon as he sighted Amara's brother, he begged Amara not to tell her brother but mocked her immediately her brother left. It's already few days Amara returned from hospital. Pastor Dickson visited their house. Bro Eddy pls kindly tell your wife what you shared with me. Eddy hesitated. "Sister Amara, your husband impregnated a lady called Jacinta and asked her to keep the baby. Although the lady insisted he must furnish a flat for her otherwise she will terminate the pregnancy. He was mad against you because he was having a showdown financially and couldn't meet the lady's demands and you refused to hand your income over to him." Pastor Dickson explained. Amara was lost in thought...so this man wanted me dead because of women. She remembered how he was bashed by one of his customers when she visited at the hospital. "Eddy, were you not the one that that told me this woman gave up her 12month salaries for you to have an English machine? Why are you treating this woman as if she worths nothing?" Mrs Aleme queried "How dare her say no to my order, a woman that bends to urinate? She must hand over the school to me. My account must be used for all income!" he thundered. But she has left the factory for you. The woman reminded And then? Eddy persisted. To Be Continued 🙏 What do you think that happened next? Find out in the next episode 🤔 Pls encourage me with like, follow, comment and share. God bless you 👏 ©️Grace Amarachi #teacherwritersingerlover #BeautyFromTheAshes #ChristianFiction #FaithAndResilience

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Ngugi wa Thiong'o, the renowned Kenyan author and academic, has passed away at the age of 87 in Atlanta, USA. His daughter, Wanjiku Wa Ngugi, announced his passing on Facebook, stating that he lived a full life and fought a good fight. According to his family's wishes, details of his celebration of life will be announced soon. Ngugi wa Thiong'o was a celebrated novelist, playwright, and scholar known for his works that explored themes of colonialism, cultural identity, and social justice. Some of his notable works include: - Novels: - Weep Not, Child (1964) - The River Between (1965) - A Grain of Wheat (1967) - Petals of Blood (1977) - Devil on the Cross (1980) - Essays: - Decolonising the Mind (1986) - Moving the Center (1994) - Penpoints Gunpoints and Dreams (1998) He was a vocal advocate for the use of indigenous languages in literature and was known for his critique of neocolonialism. Ngugi wa Thiong'o held academic positions at esteemed institutions such as Yale University, New York University, and the University of California, Irvine, where he was a Distinguished Professor of English and Comparative Literature. 😭Farewell to a Literary Giant: Honoring the Pen of Prof. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o Here are Ngugi Wa Thiong'o's books, categorized by genre: Novels - Weep Not, Child (1964) - a powerful story about the effects of the Mau Mau war on ordinary Kenyans - The River Between (1965) - explores the conflict between traditional and modern ways of life - A Grain of Wheat (1967) - considered one of Thiong'o's greatest literary achievements - Petals of Blood (1977) - a novel about corruption and capitalism in post-independence Kenya - Devil on the Cross (1980) - written in Gikuyu while Thiong'o was in prison - Matigari (1986) - a mythical story about a revolutionary in an unnamed country - Wizard of the Crow (2004) - a magical realist narrative about Africa's place in the modern world - The Perfect Nine (2018) - a novel exploring themes of identity and culture Memoirs - Dreams in a Time of War (2005) - a memoir about Thiong'o's childhood during the Mau Mau Uprising - In the House of the Interpreter (2012) - a memoir about Thiong'o's experiences in prison - Birth of a Dream Weaver (2016) - a memoir about Thiong'o's journey as a writer - Wrestling with the Devil: A Prison Memoir (2018) - a memoir about Thiong'o's experiences in prison Short Stories/Novellas - The Upright Revolution (2016) - a short story exploring themes of power and identity - Minutes of Glory and Other Stories (2019) - a collection of short stories Plays - The Black Hermit (1968) - a play about identity and culture - The Trial of Dedan Kimathi (1976) - a play about Kenya's struggle for independence - I Will Marry When I Want (1982) - a play about the legacies of colonialism Non-Fiction Books - Homecoming (1972) - essays about African culture and identity - Decolonising the Mind (1981) - a collection of essays about language and culture - Writers in Politics (1981) - essays about the role of writers in society - Globalectics (2012) - essays about literature and culture - The Language of Languages (2022) - a book about language and identity - Decolonizing Language and Other Revolutionary Ideas (2025) - a book about language and culture.

*How Do We Build a Bridge Column in the Middle of the Sea? Imagine a massive, stable bridge stretching across the sea, and you wonder, "How was this column planted in the seabed? The sea is deep, the currents are strong, and the soil is unstable!" What I'm about to explain is not fiction—it’s marine civil engineering, requiring a high level of intelligence and precision. 1. **The Beginning: Marine Survey** Before any work begins, we conduct a thorough study of the depths, soil type, currents, tides, and earthquake risks. The goal is to understand where and how to proceed with construction. 2. **Deep Foundations: We Work from the Bottom Up** There are two main types of deep foundations: - **Piles:** We use massive equipment to drive iron or concrete piles into the seabed until we reach a solid, supportive layer. - **Caissons:** These are large concrete boxes placed in the sea. Some are designed to sink to the bottom, while others are anchored to piles. 3. **We Dry the Sea! (Cofferdams)** To create a dry working environment, we build steel barriers around the column site and pump out the water, allowing us to operate on temporary “dry land.” 4. **Pouring Concrete Underwater (Tremie Method)** If preventing water intrusion isn’t feasible, we use special pipes to pour concrete directly under the water without affecting its flow. 5. **Corrosion and Salinity Resistance** All materials must be treated to resist saltwater. Steel is covered with protective layers, and the concrete is specifically formulated for marine environments. 6. **Each Column = A Project on Its Own** Each column is a significant investment, costing millions, and undergoes thorough testing and analysis to ensure it can support the weight of the bridge, vehicles, and withstand weather conditions for many years. **The Result?** Bridges like the King Salman Bridge or the Akashi Bridge in Japan stand tall on columns submerged in the sea, constructed with micron-scale precision and supported by advanced engineering.

*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 28/05/2025* Tinubu seeks NASS approval for $21.5bn loan, ₦758bn pension bond Children’s Day: Tinubu, govs promise safe environment S’Arabia declares June 6 as Sallah day PDP NEC under pressure as INEC validates Wike-backed secretary Gunmen kill pastor, seven others in Plateau Military proposes death penalty for soldiers selling arms to terrorists 2025 Hajj: Over 1.1 Million Pilgrims Arrive Saudi Arabia Chinese trade truce lifts US consumer confidence Ghana shuts embassy in US over alleged ‘money for visa’ scandal 20 million Nigerians live with mental health issues – WHO Nigeria’s economic reforms yielding results , says AfDB NFIU probes N48bn suspicious transfers to Dubai, Hong Kong Residents crowdfund to rehabilitate dilapidated Ogun school ---------------------------- *DID YOU KNOW?* * Superman was created by writer Jerry Siegel and artist Joe Shuster. The fictional hero made his debut appearance in 1938 in DC Comics “9 Comics #1, and the Superman logo was trademarked for this release. * Both prefixes Sept and Hept mean seven. ---------------------------- Tinubu arrives Lagos for ECOWAS 50th anniversary celebration Tinubu appoints new governing council members for UNN, NAU, Abuja Varsity Tinubu Approves Upgrade Of Kano Poly To Tech Varsity Tinubu celebrates oil industry stalwart Sunmonu at 70 Senate rues INEC chairman’s absence, postpones hearing on PSC Ibas to defend Rivers budget before joint NASS c’ttee— Senate Senate Moves To Curtail Illicit Drug Trade In FCT Tears, tributes as Reps honour late colleagues Reps seek overhaul of MOFI Act Stolen Funds: Nigeria Recovered $763.7m, £6.4m Since 2017 – Fagbemi El-Rufai, police to pay N900m over Kaduna elders’ detention Ex-AMCON MD’s alleged N76b, $31.5m fraud trial: Court asks EFCC to disclose evidence Alleged Abuja Land Fraud: Court orders arrest of FCTA Director, 11 others Anambra drug market: Traders sue NAFDAC over alleged N700,000 extortion Aide received $17.1m for Emefiele for 3 years – EFCC investigator reveals Insiders aiding international bank hackers – EFCC chair Two soldiers killed as troops confront ISWAP in Borno Kidnapped Afenifere youth leader ignored invitation for debriefing – Police FG clears 200,000 passport backlogs, pays ₦28bn debts — Tunji-Ojo FG expands school feeding programme to include 20 million out-of-school children CBN unveils instruments to boost Islamic finance FG directs JAMB, WAEC, NECO to blacklist fraudulent CBT centres, candidates NELFUND disburses N57bn loans to 298,124 students FG moves against airspace violations by foreign aircraft NiMet predicts three days of heavy downpour in 14 States NAFDAC rejects VDM’s ₦.7m traders’ extortion claim NAFDAC raids fake drug factory in Delta Abuja suicide bomber attempted to sneak into Army barracks -NEMA First Lady unveils expanded AGILE programme Negotiate Yoruba nation exit now, Akintoye writes Tinubu Afenifere appoints Olu Falae as chair LagRide drivers lament app failures, poor services Berger Paints pays N347.8m dividend $300 helicopter fee raises more dust Fresh $24bn borrowing may balloon Nigeria’s debt to N183tn Children’s Day: 12-year-old emerges one-day CEO of Wema Bank Otti’s second anniversary impactful, worth celebrating – Obi PDP NEC fails to resolve issues, Fixes another meeting for June 30 I won’t attend PDP activities with Wike, Ortom as members – Lamido Mass defection rocks Sokoto PDP as key traders’ leaders join APC Ex-finance commissioner joins Osun governorship race Emergency rule prevented anarchy in Rivers – Ibas Alia laments military’s inability to tame Benue killers Children’s Day: Aiyedatiwa urges collective action against bullying in Ondo Uzodimma canvasses tactical precision to combat terrorism Abia plans $1.3bn medical city to curb brain drain Kebbi Reintroduces History Lessons In Schools Lagos warns building owners over Certificate of Fitness Kwara trains 384 school support officers Residents laud Nnewi LG chair over erosion project, others Female FRSC official kidnapped in Plateau Eight kidnapped WASSCE students, 11 others rescued in Rivers after 21-days Industrial machine kills employee in Ogun factory One killed, 10 rescued in Lagos building collapse Speed Darlington probed by Lagos DSVA, NAPTIP over alleged defilement of 15-year-old ---------------------------- *TODAY IN HISTORY* * On this day in 1975, the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS) was established with its administrative headquarters in Abuja * On this day in 1937, Volkswagen (VW) was founded. The automobile manufacturer whose name means “People’s Car” in German is one of the world’s biggest. It produced classics like the VW Golf and the VW Beetle. ---------------------------- Men in general are quick to believe that which they wish to be true. – Julius Caesar Good morning *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George osujis@yahoo.com, +234-8122200446*

PRAISE AND PASSION PART 6 The camera flashes exploded like gunfire, each one searing Bukola’s vision with white-hot judgment. She could feel the crowd’s hatred like physical blows—the hissed prayers, the iPhones thrust in her face, the way Pastor Adeleke’s smirk deepened as her fingers trembled in Tobi’s grip. "Repent now!" a woman shrieked from the mob, waving a Bible like a weapon. "Confess your sins before hell claims you!" Tobi’s arm tightened around her waist. "Keep walking," he muttered through clenched teeth. But then— "BROTHER TOBI!" A voice sliced through the chaos. A young woman in a ripped choir robe fought against security, her braids wild around a face streaked with tears. "You promised!" she screamed. "You promised he’d pay for what he did to me!" Tobi went rigid. Bukola felt the shift in him—the way his breath stopped, the way his fingers dug into her hip hard enough to bruise. "Tobi? Who is—" Pastor Adeleke’s microphone shrieked with feedback as he stepped between them and the girl. "Another deceived soul! But we must focus on the sinner before us!" He gestured grandly at Bukola. "Will you repent, Gospel Girl?" The crowd roared. Bukola opened her mouth— CRACK. A sound like lightning split the air. Every head whipped toward the hotel’s giant LED screen. Where Bukola’s face should have been, there was… Audio waves. And then Pastor Adeleke’s voice, slick with sin, filled the lobby: "You’ll sleep with me, or your brother loses his scholarship. Unless you want his blood on your hands?" The girl in the choir robe—Tobi’s sister—burst into fresh sobs. The crowd’s fury turned like a tidal wave. "Liar!" Adeleke shouted, but the recording continued: "Such a pretty little mouth. Open it for your pastor, eh?" Silence. Then— Chaos. Tobi moved like a man possessed, shoving through the now-enraged crowd, dragging Bukola behind him. Mama Nkechi materialized at their side, shoving car keys into his hand. "Take her. Now." Bukola barely had time to process before she was thrown into a black SUV, Tobi peeling out as fists pounded on the windows. "Who was that girl?" Bukola demanded, her voice raw. Tobi’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. "My baby sister. Adeleke raped her three years ago. When I confronted him, he had me thrown out of three churches." A muscle jumped in his jaw. "I joined your tour to get close to him. To destroy him." The confession hit like a slap. "So I was… what? Bait?" Tobi swerved down a dark alley, killing the headlights. Then he turned to her, eyes burning. "At first." His hand cupped her cheek. "Then I fell for you. Hard." Bukola wanted to pull away. She couldn’t. The abandoned church on Lagos’ outskirts smelled of dust and old hymns. Moonlight bled through stained glass, painting Tobi’s skin in fractured colors as he backed her against the peeling altar. "You used me," she whispered. "I saved you," he corrected, hands caging her hips. "That recording was mine. I’ve waited years to ruin him." Bukola’s pulse pounded in her throat. "You lied." "So did you." His thumb traced her lower lip. "All those pretty sermons about purity. While you moaned my name in the studio." A whimper escaped her. Tobi’s mouth crashed down. This wasn’t love. This was war. His teeth scraped her neck as he lifted her onto the altar, her legs wrapping around his waist. The wood creaked beneath them, a blasphemous counterpoint to their ragged breaths. "Tell me to stop," he growled, hands tearing at her dress. She arched into him instead. When he entered her, it was with a groan that sounded like **prayer and punishment** tangled together. Each thrust was a vow— lied, I want you, I’ll burn for this. Bukola clawed at his back, her cries echoing off the vaulted ceiling like a corrupted choir. Above them, a broken stained-glass angel watched, its face shattered. She came with a sob. Tobi followed, his forehead pressed to hers, their sweat mingling like holy water and sin. After, as they lay tangled on a pew, Bukola’s phone buzzed. A notification from Mama Nkechi: "Adeleke arrested. But he has powerful friends. They’re coming for you both. RUN." Tobi sat up, muscles tense. "We need to—" Sirens wailed in the distance. Bukola’s blood froze. Tobi grabbed her hand. "Back door. Now." They barely made it to the car before headlights flooded the parking lot. As tires screeched into the night, one question burned hotter than guilt: Who betrayed them this time? TO BE CONTINUED… WILL THEY TRUST EACH OTHER—OR WILL THE PAST TEAR THEM APART? #fictionalwritter #fictionalstories #africanstoryteller #africantales #talesmoonlight #africanlovesaga #hotromancedrama #storytelling #Storytime #kenyanfolktales #ghanianfolktales #zambianfolktales #gambianfolktales #nigeriafolktales #ugandanfolktales

BREAKING: CALL YOUR FAMILY TO ORDER – ATIKU WARNS TINUBU Former Vice President Atiku Abubakar has called on President Bola Ahmed Tinubu to urgently rein in his family members, particularly his son, Seyi Tinubu, who “appears determined to purchase political loyalty for his father by any means necessary, including coercion, violence, and intimidation.” Naija News reports that Atiku made this known through his media aide, Paul Ibe, in a statement on Friday. Atiku said the serious allegations made by the President of the National Association of Nigerian Students (NANS), Comrade Atiku Isah — alleging physical assault, abduction, and inducement at the hands of Seyi Tinubu — are deeply alarming and strike at the core of democratic norms and civil liberty. According to him, such grave accusations are being levelled against a member of the first family is both disturbing and dangerous. He said had this incident ended fatally, it would have been recorded among the growing list of atrocities committed by criminal elements in the country. The statement said: “That it is allegedly tied to the President’s own son makes it even more horrifying. What’s worse is the emerging suggestion that even top security officials are not beyond Seyi Tinubu’s overreaching influence — an unacceptable compromise of state institutions. “It is intolerable that the first family would seek to subjugate the NANS — or any civil society group — through threats, bribes, or brute force. Nigeria is a democratic republic, not a monarchy handed down to one family. “Well-meaning Nigerians must rise to speak out. The actions of the President’s family — specifically their rabid drive to consolidate political power through manipulation and fear — must be condemned unequivocally. We must remind them that the presidency is a public trust, not a private inheritance. Attempts to drag former Vice President Atiku Abubakar into this scandal by alleging a political alliance with Comrade Isah are baseless, malicious, and desperate. Atiku Abubakar’s meeting with Isah was centered solely on education reform and improving student welfare, which also includes institutions he founded, like the American University of Nigeria and AUN Academy. “Comrade Isah’s advocacy and public stance must be evaluated based on fact, not fiction. The allegations of abuse he has made demand an independent investigation, especially since the very agencies meant to protect citizens appear complicit in his ordeal. We issue a clear warning: nothing must happen to this young man. Any harm to him will not go unnoticed or unchallenged. Nigerians deserve truth, accountability, and a leadership that respects the rule of law — not a regime that weaponizes power to silence dissent.” The statement stated that Atiku Abubakar remains firmly committed to the principles of democracy, rule of law, and the use of education as a cornerstone for national progress and development. It added that the former Vice President will not be distracted by false narratives or cowardly intimidation. #news #highlite

Chinese military scientists are pushing the boundaries of biology by injecting human stem cells with DNA from tardigrades—tiny creatures famed for surviving radiation, freezing, and even space. The goal? To engineer cells that can endure lethal environments, like nuclear warfare. Using CRISPR/Cas9 editing, researchers at Beijing’s Academy of Military Sciences have already created human cells that survived X-ray doses that would normally be fatal, while also displaying accelerated growth. Tardigrades survive extremes thanks to protective proteins that shield their DNA. By transferring this resilience to humans, China may be laying the foundation for genetically enhanced soldiers capable of enduring the most hostile conditions on Earth—or beyond. This advancement raises serious ethical questions, but the science is moving fast—and it’s not just science fiction anymore. #TardigradeDNA #GeneEditing #SuperSoldiers #CRISPR #MilitaryBiotech #FutureTech #GeneticEngineering #ChinaInnovation #DNAresearch #ScienceNews

SATIRICAL APOLOGY LETTER From the Desk of Senator Natasha Akpoti Uduaghan Dear Distinguished Senate President Godswill Akpabio, It is with the deepest sarcasm and utmost theatrical regret that I tender this apology for the grievous crime of possessing dignity and self-respect in your most exalted presence. I have reflected extensively on my unforgivable failure to recognize that legislative success in certain quarters is apparently not earned through merit, but through the ancient art of compliance — of the very personal kind. How remiss of me not to understand that my refusal to indulge your… “requests” was not merely a personal choice, but a constitutional violation of the unwritten laws of certain men’s entitlement. Truly, I must apologize for prioritizing competence over capitulation, vision over vanity, and the people’s mandate over private dinners behind closed doors. I now realize the catastrophic consequences of my actions: legislation delayed, tempers flared, and the tragic bruising of egos so large they require their own postcodes. For this disruption to the natural order of “quid pro quo,” I bow my head in fictional shame. Please find it in your magnanimous heart — somewhere buried deep beneath layers of entitlement — to forgive this stubborn woman who mistakenly believed that her seat in the Senate was earned through elections, not erections. I remain, Yours in eternal resistance, Senator Natasha H Akpoti Uduaghan Unafraid, Unbought, and Unbroken

When Esther turned 30, the whispers started. "You're too picky." "You should settle. Good men are rare." She smiled politely at every comment. But inside, the clock ticked louder than church bells on a Sunday morning. Then came Samuel. Everything about him seemed perfect. Steady job. Strong faith. Gentle voice. He said all the right things and prayed all the right prayers. And so, when he proposed after six months, her family danced like David. It felt like a testimony in the making. But one night, three weeks to the wedding, Esther couldn't sleep. A quiet unease pressed against her spirit. Not fear. Not cold feet. Something deeper. She prayed. Fasted. Cried. Asked God for a sign. "Father, if this isn't from You... stop it, even if it breaks my heart." The next day, Samuel's secrets surfaced. A hidden child. A court case. A mountain of debt he never mentioned. Esther sat on the church steps that evening, wedding dress already paid for, guests already invited. Tears soaked her hands. But peace covered her like a soft blanket. She cancelled the wedding. Faced shame. Endured the mocking whispers. Healed... slowly. Two years later, at a Christian conference, she met another man. Not flashy. Not perfect. But honest. Transparent. And kind in ways Samuel never was. This time, she wasn't desperate. She wasn't rushing. She was ready. They married under the open sky with nothing but 70 guests and the sweet sound of answered prayers. Today, Esther often smiles when people say, "You're lucky you waited." But she knows — She didn’t just wait. She trusted. She obeyed. She believed that broken plans are sometimes the biggest blessings. "She almost married the wrong man — because she didn’t want to wait anymore. But when she chose obedience over pressure, God rewrote her story more beautifully than she ever imagined. Sometimes, the heartbreak is the blessing. Sometimes, 'no' is the real miracle." "Obedience to God may cost you temporary happiness, but it will save you from permanent heartbreak." Thank you for reading "The Girl Who Stopped Waiting." Written by Judith Ogechi Chukwuma #TrustGod #faithfullove #ChristianStories #HeartbreakToHealing #WaitOnGod #TrueLifeStory #ChristianWoman #GodsTimingIsPerfect #FaithOverFear #fyp #fiction