7 THINGS THAT CAN MAKE YOU BROKE FASTER THAN VILLAGE PEOPLE 😂😂 Forget jazz, forget enemies from the village—some of you are going broke at lightning speed, and it’s not because of witchcraft. Your own lifestyle is the real problem! If you're always wondering "Who is eating my money?"—relax, Oga. The answer is you. BRUTAL THREAD: 1. CHASING EVERY WOMAN YOU SEE You think you're James Bond, moving from one fine girl to another, sponsoring their hair, nails, and data? Brother, you are your own Yahoo boy. 🤣 One babe says “I need urgent 2K”—you send. Another one says “My rent is due”—you pay. Next thing, your account balance is calling for GoFundMe. Meanwhile, the same girls are in group chats laughing at you: “This guy dey try sha.” Solution: Stop being an ATM with no PIN code. Focus on one woman or yourself first. 2. LIVING LIKE A BIG BOY WHEN YOUR ACCOUNT BALANCE IS SHOUTING HELP Your salary is 50K, but you're in clubs ordering Hennessy like Davido. You don’t even have a car, but you're buying drinks for strangers—WHO SENT YOU? 😭 Rich men are saving, you are spraying money. Dangote is investing, you are doing “Odogwu” at the bar. Elon Musk is buying companies, you are buying bottles for slay queens who don’t know your surname. When the landlord comes for rent, you’ll start saying “Boss, abeg, things hard.” Solution: Cut down on fake luxury. Even Jeff Bezos wears simple T-shirts. Be wise. 3. SENDING MONEY TO FAMILY LIKE CBN Your uncle calls: “We need money for burial.” Your aunt calls: “No food in the house.” Your younger brother: “School fees.” Now your account is empty, but when you need help? Nobody picks your call. Oga, you are not the Minister of Finance. Even government doesn’t share free money like you do! Solution: Learn to say NO sometimes! Help when you can, but don’t let family turn you into their personal budget. 4. ALWAYS BUYING THE LATEST PHONE TO IMPRESS WHO? Last month, you were using iPhone 12. This month, you saw iPhone 15 Pro Max and sold your kidney to buy it. Next month, iPhone 16 Ultra Mega Max will drop—what will you sell next? Your destiny? 😭 Meanwhile, the person you’re trying to impress is using Tecno Pop 5 and doesn’t care. Solution: If your current phone is working, rest. Your future is more important than “Dynamic Island.” 5. FALLING FOR EVERY FAKE INVESTMENT SCHEME They told you "Invest 50K, get 500K in 2 days." You ran like Bolt, deposited your money. Now, they’ve blocked you, and you’re writing epistles on Facebook: “Dear Nigerians, beware of fraudsters!” 🤣 Oga, they didn’t scam you, you scammed yourself! Any investment that sounds like magic money is a Ponzi scheme in disguise. Solution: If you don’t understand the business, don’t put your money there. Learn to invest wisely! 6. GOING BROKE JUST TO IMPRESS SOCIAL MEDIA Your house rent is due, but you're buying designer shoes to take pictures for Instagram. Who told you “likes and comments” can pay rent? You posted “Soft life only.” But in real life, you’re trekking and borrowing money for food. If your phone falls, you’ll cry because you can’t afford to fix it. 😭 Solution: Stop forming fake rich life. Invest first, flex later. 7. BEING TOO LAZY TO MAKE MORE MONEY You sit at home, scrolling Facebook from morning till night, complaining: “No job, Nigeria is hard.” Meanwhile, opportunities are passing you by! Are you expecting an angel to drop money from the sky? People are making money online—you are watching TikTok videos all day. People are learning skills—you are arguing about football. People are opening businesses—you are waiting for your rich uncle to die so you can inherit land. 🤣 Solution: Get up and hustle! Even the Bible says “A lazy man shall not eat.” BOTTOM LINE: If you're always broke, stop blaming village people. Your habits are the real witchcraft! Live within your means. Invest before you flex. Stop impressing people who don’t care. Make smart financial decisions. If this post hit you hard, don’t cry. Just change your ways! 😂😂😂

SHE HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE THEN THIS HAPPENED …… Episode 2✅ And then she saw two bold pink lines. Positive. Joy froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She was pregnant. She pressed a hand to her stomach trying to make sense of it. A life was growing inside her. Lawrence Johnson's child. Tears welled in her eyes. What was she going to do? For the next few days, Joy couldn't sleep. Her mind kept racing with one question. Should she tell him? She didn't even have his phone number. The only way to reach him was through his company, Johnson Group. After struggling with the decision, she finally gathered the courage to go to his office. The Johnson Group building in Leosville was a towering glass structure that seemed to touch the sky. Inside, everything was sleek and polished, filled with expensive suits and the sound of heels clicking on marble floors. Joy felt small. She approached the front desk, her hands clenched into fists. I need to see Mr. Lawrence Johnson, she said trying to keep her voice steady. The receptionist, a tall woman with a tight bun and an even tighter expression, gave her a disbelieving look. Do you have an appointment? Joy hesitated. No, but it's important. Please, I just need a few minutes. The receptionist sighed loudly, tapping on her keyboard. Mr. Johnson doesn't meet people without an appointment. If you'd like to book one, the earliest available date is three months from now. Joy's heart sank. Three months? By then, she would already be showing. There's no way to see him sooner? She asked, desperate. The woman gave her a sharp look. Ma'am, Mr. Johnson is not someone you can just walk in and see. If you don't have an appointment, I suggest you leave. Joy stared at her, feeling a lump form in her throat. So this was how it was. She had been nothing to him that night, and now she couldn't even get five minutes of his time. She turned away slowly, feeling defeated. But as she reached the door, another thought hit her. Even if she did manage to tell Lawrence, what would he think? That she was trying to trap him. That she wanted his money. Joy's stomach twisted. She had already seen what he thought of women like her. He left her money on the nightstand like she was a prostitute. He would never believe she wasn't trying to use this pregnancy against him. And honestly, she didn't want anything from him. She didn't need his money. She didn't need his name. She would raise this baby on her own. Taking a deep breath, Joy walked out of Johnson Group, her decision made. She would never reach out to him again. He would never know about this child. She would be both mother and father. She didn't need him. She never had. And so, Joy disappeared from Lawrence's world, taking their child with her. After much thought joy had to resign from her work inorder to take care of herself and her unborn son . It was a really tough moment for her as she didn’t have any single money to even feed . At a time she considered committing an Abortion but her conscience wouldn’t let her The only person she could confined in was her old mother who accepted her whole heartedly and tried to ease the burden from her shoulders . Her mother despite her old age still took extreme care of her daughter and her unborn child . Joy and her mother would normally sit outside under the mango tree every evening to gist and talk about past events of the day but one day joy decided to bring up the idea of aborting the child her mother looked at her sternly ,Joy ,joy joy how many times did I call you Don’t make the mistake of terminating the blessing that God had sent you After saying this she stood up and went into her room to sleep leaving joy thinking to herself . She finally concluded within her not to terminate the child as it could be what God has destined . One day as joy was sweeping the front yard of their hut ,she started to feel a sharp pain at her abdomen region , she screamed in pain as her mother rushed out Her mother quickly called some men to help her and they rushed joy to the nearest hospital Push !! Push !!, The doctors voice was heard from the labour room Her mother just sat in the waiting room praying silently to herself 30 minutes later the doctor came out with a wide smile on his face He looked at joy’s mother and said happily Congratulations mama ,your daughter has just given birth to a bouncing baby boy Joy’s mother had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she rushed in to see her daughter smiling at her while holding her son She couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged her daughter graciously Mama ,Joy called out ,meet Noah your grandson who is going to wipe both your tears and mine away . FIVE YEARS LATER The streets of Leosville bustled with life, filled with the sound of honking cars, people bargaining in open-air markets, and the distant hum of construction sites. The city had grown, just as Noah had. At just five years old, Noah Daniels was a ball of energy. His bright eyes shone with curiosity and his laughter was contagious. He was the reason Joy Daniels kept pushing forward every single day. She had worked hard over the years, climbing her way up in the interior design industry. Though she didn't have her own company yet, she had made a name for herself. Clients admired her work, and she was proud that she had built a stable life for Noah without anyone's help. She didn't need Lawrence Johnson. She had erased him from her life. But fate had other plans. It was a warm afternoon, and Joy had promised Noah a trip to Royal Crest Mall, one of the most luxurious shopping centres in Leosville. The mall was owned by none other than Johnson Group. But Joy didn't think much of that. She had long stopped worrying about Lawrence crossing paths with her. He probably wouldn't even remember her, so what were the chances? Noah ran ahead excitedly, tugging on Joy's hand as they passed through the mall's food court. Mommy, can I have ice cream? he asked, his big brown eyes filled with hope. Joy smiled. Okay, okay. Just one scoop. She led him to a small ice cream stand, waiting as the vendors scooped vanilla into a cup. Noah grinned, happily digging in as they continued walking. It was supposed to be just another normal day. Until she heard a voice. A voice that made her entire body freeze. Across the mall, standing in front of a row of luxury stores, Lawrence Johnson stood with a men in suits. He was doing his routine property inspection, something he rarely had time for, but today he had decided to visit the mall personally with his management staff. As he listened to his assistant discuss sales figures, his gaze casually swept across the food court. And then he saw the child. A small boy. Dark curly hair. A sharp jawline. A face that looked almost exactly like his own. Lawrence stopped breathing. The resemblance was too strong to ignore. His heart pounded as he watched the boy take a bite of his ice cream, laughing as his mother wiped a smudge off his cheek. And then, his eyes shifted to the woman holding the boy's hand. Something flickered in his mind, a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. Where had he seen her before? Who was she? And why did her son look exactly like him? Before he knew what he was doing, Lawrence started walking toward them. Joy was laughing at something Noah had said when she felt a presence behind her. A dark, powerful presence. She turned, and her heart dropped. TBC…. Please let’s endeavour to react 🤲❤️

A man and his wife never føught for 25 years of their marriage. A friend asked him how he had managed to make it possible. He narrated: "We went for our Høneymoon in Australia 25 years ago and while riding on a horse, My wife's horse jumped and my wife fell down. She got up, patted the horse's back and said "This is your first time" After a while it happened again. #Laughingboi She patted the horse again and said: "This is your second time" The horse did it again the 3rd time, she brought out a gūn and shøt the horse dēad. I was so shocked and shouted at her. . . . . . . ."Are you crāzy! What's wrong with you? Why did you kīll the horse?" She smiled at me and said "This is your first time" Since then. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . My Mouth Pim.🤐😂 __________ Kindly follow 👉 LauLaughing boii.

Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date 💔 Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought… After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope. Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking: “Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.” But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet. Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage. Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired. Until one quiet evening… he met Ada. They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other. “Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?” “You looked like someone who might need a snack.” She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes. They talked for hours. Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened. “Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.” For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh. Ada laughed too. It felt… easy. Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book. “I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.” Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies. That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper. He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot. The next day, he called. They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks. Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly. Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people. Jonathan wanted to believe it. Weeks passed. Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked. Ada turned to him, suddenly serious. “Can I ask you something weird?” “Of course.” “If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?” “Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully. “Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.” Jonathan’s heart almost stopped. Could she be the one? But just as he began to hope… Norah called. “Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.” “What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused. “I think… she knows who you really are.”

7 THINGS THAT CAN MAKE YOU BROKE FASTER THAN VILLAGE PEOPLE 😂😂 Forget jazz, forget enemies from the village—some of you are going broke at lightning speed, and it’s not because of witchcraft. Your own lifestyle is the real problem! If you're always wondering "Who is eating my money?"—relax, Oga. The answer is you. BRUTAL THREAD: 1. CHASING EVERY WOMAN YOU SEE You think you're James Bond, moving from one fine girl to another, sponsoring their hair, nails, and data? Brother, you are your own Yahoo boy. 🤣 One babe says “I need urgent 2K”—you send. Another one says “My rent is due”—you pay. Next thing, your account balance is calling for GoFundMe. Meanwhile, the same girls are in group chats laughing at you: “This guy dey try sha.” Solution: Stop being an ATM with no PIN code. Focus on one woman or yourself first. 2. LIVING LIKE A BIG BOY WHEN YOUR ACCOUNT BALANCE IS SHOUTING HELP Your salary is 50K, but you're in clubs ordering Hennessy like Davido. You don’t even have a car, but you're buying drinks for strangers—WHO SENT YOU? 😭 Rich men are saving, you are spraying money. Dangote is investing, you are doing “Odogwu” at the bar. Elon Musk is buying companies, you are buying bottles for slay queens who don’t know your surname. When the landlord comes for rent, you’ll start saying “Boss, abeg, things hard.” Solution: Cut down on fake luxury. Even Jeff Bezos wears simple T-shirts. Be wise. 3. SENDING MONEY TO FAMILY LIKE CBN Your uncle calls: “We need money for burial.” Your aunt calls: “No food in the house.” Your younger brother: “School fees.” Now your account is empty, but when you need help? Nobody picks your call. Oga, you are not the Minister of Finance. Even government doesn’t share free money like you do! Solution: Learn to say NO sometimes! Help when you can, but don’t let family turn you into their personal budget. 4. ALWAYS BUYING THE LATEST PHONE TO IMPRESS WHO? Last month, you were using iPhone 12. This month, you saw iPhone 15 Pro Max and sold your kidney to buy it. Next month, iPhone 16 Ultra Mega Max will drop—what will you sell next? Your destiny? 😭 Meanwhile, the person you’re trying to impress is using Tecno Pop 5 and doesn’t care. Solution: If your current phone is working, rest. Your future is more important than “Dynamic Island.” 5. FALLING FOR EVERY FAKE INVESTMENT SCHEME They told you "Invest 50K, get 500K in 2 days." You ran like Bolt, deposited your money. Now, they’ve blocked you, and you’re writing epistles on Facebook: “Dear Nigerians, beware of fraudsters!” 🤣 Oga, they didn’t scam you, you scammed yourself! Any investment that sounds like magic money is a Ponzi scheme in disguise. Solution: If you don’t understand the business, don’t put your money there. Learn to invest wisely! 6. GOING BROKE JUST TO IMPRESS SOCIAL MEDIA Your house rent is due, but you're buying designer shoes to take pictures for Instagram. Who told you “likes and comments” can pay rent? You posted “Soft life only.” But in real life, you’re trekking and borrowing money for food. If your phone falls, you’ll cry because you can’t afford to fix it. 😭 Solution: Stop forming fake rich life. Invest first, flex later. 7. BEING TOO LAZY TO MAKE MORE MONEY You sit at home, scrolling Facebook from morning till night, complaining: “No job, Nigeria is hard.” Meanwhile, opportunities are passing you by! Are you expecting an angel to drop money from the sky? People are making money online—you are watching TikTok videos all day. People are learning skills—you are arguing about football. People are opening businesses—you are waiting for your rich uncle to die so you can inherit land. 🤣 Solution: Get up and hustle! Even the Bible says “A lazy man shall not eat.” BOTTOM LINE: If you're always broke, stop blaming village people. Your habits are the real witchcraft! Live within your means. Invest before you flex. Stop impressing people who don’t care. Make smart financial decisions. If this post hit you hard, don’t cry. Just change your ways! 😂😂😂

The Angel in the Form of an Old Woman Sent to Save Me from Marrying a Witch Episode 1 Written By Jerry Smith. My name is Timothy, and I've been dating a girl named Prisca for about three years now. We met at church, and from the very start, there was something captivating about her. There was a quiet strength to her, an air of independence that drew me in. She told me she had no family or relatives, that she had been surviving on her own in the city for years. At first, I was curious, but over time, I admired her for her resilience and determination. Our relationship blossomed quickly. We were inseparable, spending hours talking, laughing, and dreaming about the future. Eventually, I proposed to her, and she said yes. Our wedding was only a month away. I could barely contain my excitement; I was ready to start this new chapter of my life with the woman I loved. One Saturday afternoon, we decided to go shopping together to pick up a few things for the house. As we wandered through the store, selecting everything from plates to curtains, I couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly we worked together. Everything felt so perfect. She was everything I had ever wanted in a partner: beautiful, strong, and kind-hearted. We were nearly finished when we made our way back to the car, our hands full of shopping bags. The sun was getting hotter, and I could feel the warmth of the moment. But as we got closer to our car, something caught my eye—a figure standing next to it. An old woman. She looked frail and worn out, her clothes tattered as if she had been standing there for a long time. Her face was wrinkled, with deep lines carved into her skin, and her eyes were tired but filled with something I couldn't quite place. Prisca’s face expression changed instantly. She stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening. Her expression hardened, and her eyes narrowed in a way I had never seen before. “What do you want?!” she screamed, her voice sharp and full of anger. I blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in her mood. I looked at the old woman, who didn’t seem to be bothered by the outburst. Instead, she calmly turned towards me. “Please, young man, may I have a bottle of water?” the woman asked softly, her voice raspy yet gentle. I hesitated, glancing at Prisca. Her face was twisted with disgust, her lips curled into a sneer. “Don’t trust her, Timothy,” she said, her voice low but firm. “She’s trouble.” I looked back at the woman, who seemed harmless enough. Something in her eyes made me pause, and without thinking too much, I reached into the car and grabbed a bottle of water from the backseat. “Here,” I said, handing it to her. “It’s just water.” The old woman took the bottle gently, her hands shaking slightly as she held it. She didn’t immediately drink it, instead, she placed her hand on the bottle, closing her eyes as if deep in thought. A moment passed before she slowly handed it back to me. “Use it to wash your face,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. I froze, looking at the water in my hand. Prisca stepped forward, her voice now sharp and commanding with a little touch of fear. “No! Don’t listen to her, Timothy. She’s a con artist, I know it!” But the old woman’s gaze was intense, almost pleading. “Please, just wash your face. Trust me,” she insisted... I was still looking looking at the old woman confused when I glanced at prisca and noti... To Be Continue...

I NOTICED SOMETHING ODD ABOUT THE BRIDE AT MY BEST FRIEND'S WEDDING, SO I LIFTED HER DRESS I was the groom's childhood friend, and I was overjoyed to see him finally find happiness. His bride was walking down the aisle, and everything seemed like a fairytale: the stunning white dress, the long train, the flowers... But something felt off. Her walk seemed strange. It was as if she couldn't move comfortably. I watched more closely as the bride approached the altar. Her steps were awkward, almost unsteady. Everyone around was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, but I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was wrong. As she drew nearer, one of the guests whispered a joke about how the bride seemed to be "floating" down the aisle. People chuckled softly, but I wasn't laughing. Something was eating at me. And at the very moment when the bride was nearly at the altar, I stepped closer. My heart froze. I couldn't ignore my instincts any longer. So, just as everyone expected her to stand beside the groom, I quickly approached and gently lifted the hem of her dress. The church fell silent, and everyone stood still. WHAT I SAW DEFIED ALL LOGIC! I looked at the groom. "What's going on?" he asked with confusion. I didn't know how to answer him.⬇️

Tell your papa 😀 No be small tin ooo. Nigeria is now a laughing stock. Eedris song is generating a lot of reaction around the world.

‘Eniola Badmus, you came on my page to type ‘Ope where is your front hair?’ with a laughing emoji. Eniola, what is funny? You that was an image of ridicule had the guts to bodyshame me because of my hair loss, You are an an!mal. You think you are beautiful because God Has given you small money to do sùrgẹ̀r̃y? You just revealed who you are and I pity those that call you their friend. Anyway, you have never experienced true love. Eniola, Apart from being an animal, you are a zomb!e, a walking de@d. You shall reap everything you sow. I have no business with you and I don’t even know you exist yet you came on my page to møçk me’ -Actress Opeyemi Aiyeola

Kylian Mbappé's reaction to Declan Rice's first goal against Real Madrid was priceless! He burst out laughing, as if he couldn't believe it happened. 😂😂 If you enjoyed this moment, don't forget to subscribe to stay updated on all the news!

A man was suspect!ng his wife of cheating he decided to go to his village and consult a juju man. The juju man told him to come back in two weeks bringing along some sample of sand from his yard. So the man went back after two weeks with the sample of sand.🚶🏼The juju man performed his r!tuals and said to the man...."I don't know if you can handle hearing this. The man said go ahead. I want to hear it.👀The juju man said the two boys you have are not your sons, your daughter is seeing five different men and your wife is pregnant for your younger brother".The man started laughing. The juju man asked him why he was laughing, after all these bad news. The man responded, I don't know if you can handle this. The juju man said go ahead. The man said, I was running late and I forgot to bring the sand sample from my yard, so I dug out some from your compound. 😃😃😃😁😌😆😆😆😆😆 ‎na so juju Man take faint 3 times Copied ✍️

I saw a funny video where Sir Damilola jokingly narrated how he told his mom to stop calling their dad "Bro Mike" and try something more affectionate like "sweetheart." His mom, Mummy Gloria, playfully tried to adjust, calling out "sweetheart" in the next room where Daddy Mike was present. However, he didn't respond until she said "Bro Mike," and then he answered "yes." The video ended with everyone laughing. On a related note, episode 3 of CORPERS' LODGE is now available on Damilola Mike Bamiloye's You>Tube chan>nel. ___ Follow, comment, like and make money