Ile-Akun is a small town where Chioma and Kunle lived before. They had known each other since they were kids. They climbed mango trees 🥭 together, whispering great plans and dreams to each other long into the night 🌙. Meeting like that always rekindled a special spark between them. As they grew older, their friendship deepened, and it turned into something more. They started dating during their last year of secondary school. Chioma was lively and outgoing 💃, while Kunle was more of a quiet thinker 🤔. They balanced each other well, and everyone in the community admired their bond. However, as the long holiday approached, things started to change. One sunny afternoon 🌞, Chioma excitedly planned her holiday. She wanted to join a charity group helping orphaned children in the community. Kunle, on the other hand, had plans to work at his uncle’s mechanic shop 🔧 to save money for university. As they sat under a big Udala tree 🍏 discussing their plans, Chioma said, "Kunle, I really want to help these kids. It’s important to me. Can’t you consider joining me?" Kunle shrugged and replied, "That’s great, Chioma, but I need to help my uncle this holiday. I can’t just leave that behind." Chioma felt disappointment 😞 wash over her. She had really hoped he would want to be part of something meaningful. "But we can make a difference together! The program is only a few hours a week," she insisted. "I just think working is more practical," Kunle said, trying to sound reasonable. "I need to focus on my future too." The discussion turned into an argument. "Kunle, you never want to do anything fun or different, do you? 😡" Chioma exclaimed. "And you never think about what’s necessary in life! 😠" Kunle shouted back. After that day, they barely spoke. The silence between them grew heavier. Chioma signed up for the volunteering program, while Kunle spent long hours at the mechanic shop, fixing cars 🚗 and motorcycles 🏍️. Once, they used to gist and laugh together, but now, everything was different. They would see each other at the junction where people sold roasted corn 🌽 and suya but barely exchanged words. Weeks passed, and soon, the town announced the annual Ile-Akun New Yam Festival 🥘🎉. Everyone was excited—it was a tradition for Chioma and Kunle to attend together. But this year was different. Chioma wanted to spend time with her new friends from the volunteer group, leaving Kunle alone at home, feeling left out 😔. On the day of the festival, the air was filled with the aroma of jollof rice, grilled fish, and palm wine 🥘🍹. Chioma had fun dancing to Afrobeats 🕺🏾, playing ayo olopon 🎲, and helping set up stalls. Yet, a part of her missed Kunle’s company. She caught a glimpse of him across the street, laughing with some guys near a suya stand. Seeing him enjoy himself without her made her heart ache 💙. Kunle also spotted her, their eyes locked for a few seconds. Memories of childhood, of sneaking puff-puff from Mama Nkechi’s roadside shop, of watching Nollywood movies together, flooded his mind. But just as quickly as the moment came, it disappeared, and they both turned away. After the festival, Chioma felt lonely. She realized how much she missed Kunle 💭. One evening, as the sun set in golden hues over the red earth 🌅, she decided to visit him. She knocked on his door, her heart beating fast. Finally, Kunle opened it, surprised to see her. "Hi," Chioma said softly, playing with the edge of her Ankara dress. "Hey," Kunle replied, his voice carrying both surprise and caution. They stood there in silence before Chioma finally spoke. "I’ve missed you, Kunle. 😞" "I missed you too," Kunle admitted. "But things have been… complicated." "I know," she sighed. "I thought this holiday would bring us closer, but it feels like the opposite happened." Kunle nodded, rubbing his forehead. "I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought I needed to focus on work." "I understand, but I also wanted to share this experience with you," Chioma replied softly. "I didn’t want to lose you." 💞 Kunle looked down, realization hitting him. "I guess I was so focused on my own plans that I didn’t see what I was missing." Chioma stepped closer. "Can we fix this? I think we should support each other, but communication is key." Kunle smiled for the first time in weeks 😊. "Okay. I’ll try to make more time for us and listen to you. I promise to support your dreams as long as I have breath." They both exhaled, as if a weight had been lifted. The warmth of resolution spread between them like the first rain after harmattan 🌧️. Chioma reached out and held Kunle’s hand 🤝. "Let’s promise to always talk, no matter what." "Deal," Kunle said, his heart lighter. 💕 From that day, they made a real effort to balance their lives. Kunle sometimes helped at the orphanage, and Chioma brought food 🍛 to the mechanic shop while they chatted. They learned to respect and appreciate each other even more. As the long holiday ended and school resumed, they knew their bond had grown stronger. One evening, sitting on their favorite bench under the stars ✨, Kunle turned to Chioma and said, "I think we can face anything if we just keep talking." Chioma smiled. "We are a team, Kunle. No matter what." 💑 And that began a new chapter for Chioma and Kunle—side by side, ready to take on whatever life threw at them. 🚀💖 @highlight #viralstory #viralstories

Annie Idibia finally replied to the message Natasha Osawaru’s aunt sent her days after the lawmaker was seen wearing a wedding ring, gaining the attention of many. Full details in comments.

Ladies.... Leave Love for Men...your duty as a woman is to respect your man, respecting a man is a whole lot to do on it own,dont join love with it ..loving and showing a man will hurt you...it can affect your mental health. Respecting a man means ..you must not cheat on the Man, your body belongs to him and him alone..no other man must see your nakedness again! Respecting a man means, total submission to a man, respecting every of his decisions, whatever he says is the final, though he can always bend or adjust if u make him understand why he should adjust his decision. Respecting a man means,you accepting his family as yours, never stop him from helping or assisting his family, never join him in fighting his family, his family will later forgive him...and they will never forgive you. Respecting a man means, you are loyal to him 100%, no secrets ,no lies, no games, nothing hidden on your phones, he can pick ur phones and nothing will happen..he knows your whereabout 24/7... Respecting a man means,making him feel like a King, believe me sincerely he would reciprocate by making you feel like a Queen. Allow a Man to do the lovey lovey, allow him check on you, allow him spend on you without asking, he will never ignores you, he will always tells u his whereabouts,he will remember ur birthdays,he will never watch u struggle or suffer,he will pamper you. Allow him to tell you...."i love you"...and u will reply .."i love you too'' .You will never get hurt when ure with a Man that loves you, he would protect you,he will provide for you,he will be available for u. Leave love for men and save yourself from heartbreaks. #boychildadvocate

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I K!CKED MY HUSBAND OUT, AND HE CAME BACK JUST FOR THE MATTRESS – WHAT I FOUND HIDDEN INSIDE LEFT ME SH0CKED When I found out my husband of six years had been che@ting on me—in our house, on our bed—I knew it was the end. Just the thought of sleeping on that mattress made me feel s!ck, so I got rid of it, along with all his stuff. I waited for him to show up and see everything gone. When he finally arrived with a moving truck, something strange happened. He didn’t seem to care about his laptop, his shoes, or even his expensive watches scattered on the street. Instead, he made a beeline for the old, uncomfortable mattress, his face as pale as a ghost. "What did you do with the mattress?!" he snapped at me. I was speechless. Suspicious, I waited for him to go inside to check for his clothes. Then I unzipped the mattress. What I found inside sh0cked me to my core. See full story the comments below. ⬇️

*UPDATE! STEPMOTHER CONFESSES TO POISONING THREE SISTERS IN DSC—SAYS SHE DIDN’T MEAN FOR THEM TO DIE!* DSC has become a river of tears as the three sisters who mysteriously died after a birthday party were finally taken to the mortuary. Neighbors are crying, family members are wailing, and people are asking: What did these innocent girls do to deserve such wickedness? But the real bombshell has just dropped—the stepmother has confessed! According to our reporter in the area, she broke down and admitted that she poisoned the egg sauce and yam she served them last night. She claims she didn’t intend to kill them, only to make them a little sick! But why? Locals say it stems from bad blood between her and the sisters, who never accepted her as their new mother. After all, it hasn’t even been a year since their biological mother passed away before she married their father! To make matters worse, she was close friends with their late mother before her death. People are now dragging the father too—how could he marry his late wife’s best friend in less than a year? This situation is no small matter! The stepmother has had children with three different men, all of whom died before she married her late friend’s husband. Now that she has confessed, what’s next? Forgive and forget? Life imprisonment seems certain—or should she face the same fate she dealt?

Annie Idibia finally replied to the message Natasha Osawaru’s aunt sent her days after the lawmaker was seen wearing a wedding ring, gaining the attention of many. Full details in comments.

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal—it’s the courage to continue that counts." – Winston Churchill

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal—it’s the courage to continue that counts." – Winston Churchill

Historic Reconciliation: Chief Bashir Gegu Brokers Peace Between Abdul Blinks and Abdul Drab In a landmark move, Chief Bashir Gegu has successfully mediated a long-standing feud between musicians Abdul Blinks and Abdul Drab. The two artists had been embroiled in a bitter dispute, with both parties exchanging heated words and accusations. However, thanks to Chief Bashir Gegu's tireless efforts, the two musicians have finally put their differences aside and made amends. The reconciliation was formalized at a private meeting, where Abdul Blinks and Abdul Drab shook hands and agreed to move forward in a spirit of mutual respect and understanding before it was made public. Chief Gegu's intervention marks a significant turning point in the careers of both Abdul Blinks and Abdul Drab. With their differences now behind them, the two musicians are free to focus on their craft, potentially leading to new collaborations and innovative music. The reconciliation is also seen as a positive development for the Egbura music industry as a whole, demonstrating that even the most deep-seated disputes can be resolved through dialogue and mediation. Abdul Blinks and Abdul Drab have both expressed their gratitude to Chief Gegu for his role in brokering the peace. In a statement from Abdul Blinks's verified Facebook account, he praised Chief Bashir Gegu's wisdom, patience, and dedication to finding a resolution as well as the Girinya youths e.t.c. With the misunderstanding between Abdul Blinks and Abdul Drab now settled, fans can look forward to new music and collaborations from these two talented artists.

7 WAYS TO BUILD TRUST IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP/MARRIAGE (PART 1) The short story in between should teach you a lesson. Trust is the backbone of any strong relationship. It’s what makes love safe, secure, and long-lasting. But trust isn’t automatic—it is built through consistent actions, honesty, and reliability. Here are seven powerful ways to build trust in your relationship or marriage: 1. BE HONEST, EVEN ABOUT THE SMALL THINGS Let me tell you a short story🤔 Chijioke and Ada had been married for three years when Chijioke suddenly started acting restless. He was distant, easily irritated, and always on his phone. Ada noticed but assumed it was work stress. One evening, a strange number called his phone while he was in the shower. Out of curiosity, Ada answered. “Mr. Chijioke, this is our final warning. Pay back the ₦2 million loan or face legal action.” Ada’s heart dropped. A loan? For ₦2 million? She had no idea her husband had borrowed money. When he came out, she confronted him. He sighed and said, “I didn’t want to stress you, so I didn’t tell you.” Ada felt betrayed. Not because of the debt, but because he had kept it a secret. That night, she lay awake thinking, “If he can hide this, what else is he hiding?” And that was the foundation of distrust she developed towards her husband. She started doubting most of the things he says☹️ Here’s the truth: Hiding the truth, even with good intentions, damages trust. Ada wasn’t upset about the loan itself—she was upset about the secrecy. When you are honest, even about small things, your partner feels safe and secure. When you start keeping secrets, doubt creeps in. How do you achieve this? ✅ Speak the truth, even if it’s uncomfortable. ✅ If you make a mistake, own up to it instead of covering it up. ✅ Never assume small lies won’t matter—they always do in the long run. Biblical Wisdom: “The Lord detests lying lips, but He delights in people who are trustworthy.” — Proverbs 12:22 To be continued……..🤩 Your #relationshipcoach #marriagecounselor #lovebankers

Annie Idibia finally replied to the message Natasha Osawaru’s aunt sent her days after the lawmaker was seen wearing a wedding ring, gaining the attention of many. Full details in comments. Credit: @annieidibia1, @natashaosawaru/Instagram