Imagine how many people dislike you because they didn't hear your side of the story. Only God

"Time moves on, but memories linger — like the echo of laughter in an empty room."

You should take this mixture one hour before going to bed with your partner. Remember, if you're over 50, this powerful blend will make you feel like you're 18 again 👇👇👇

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"I don’t always feel like I’m winning. But I’m still in the game."

Never assume someone likes you by their sweetness. Sometimes, you are just an option when they are bored.

Never assume someone likes you by their sweetness. Sometimes, you are just an option when they are bored.

Peter Obi is sincere to serve 4-year single term. After which the people can reward him with another 4 -year to consolidate achievements . Note that Nelson Mandela did it in South Africa- one single 5-year term(1994-1999). Nigeria need a sincere leader like him at this crucial time of the country's crossroads!

A certain teacher in a school wanted to motivate her students, so she decided to organize a test for them. She promised that whoever scored full marks would receive a brand-new pair of shoes as a prize. The students were excited about this challenge, and each of them began to study and write with determination. Surprisingly, after collecting and marking the papers, they all answered well and achieved the required full marks. So who would receive the prize? The teacher thanked everyone for their effort… but she became confused about who to give the prize to since everyone got full marks. She then asked them to suggest a fair way to choose who would receive the gift with everyone's agreement. The students' idea was for each of them to write their name on a piece of paper, fold it, and put it into a box. Then, the teacher would draw one of the papers in front of them. Whoever's name was picked would win the prize. And so it was done. The teacher picked one paper from the box in front of everyone and read the name: "Laure Bashir" — she was the winner. She stepped forward to receive her prize. Laure came forward, full of joy, with tears streaming down her face, while the teacher and all the other students clapped for her. She thanked everyone and hugged her teacher for this amazing gift, which came just at the right time. She had been tired of wearing her old, worn-out shoes, and her parents couldn’t afford to buy her new ones due to extreme poverty. The teacher returned home filled with happiness… When her husband asked her about what had happened, she told him the story while crying. He was touched by the story, but also surprised at why his wife was crying. When he asked her the reason, she said: > “When I got home and opened the rest of the papers, I discovered that all the children had written the name of that girl — Laure Bashir — instead of their own names.” Oh my God!! The children had noticed Laure’s situation and came together like siblings to bring happiness to her heart… It's a truly touching story of empathy, unity, and kindness.

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TWINS F*RCK. EPISODE 1: “THE THING THAT STARTED IT ALL. “You smell like sin… but taste like my wife.” That was the first thing my sister’s husband whispered the night I sat on his face. His hands were already behind my thighs, dragging me down his tongue like I was jollof rice and grilled goat meat. He moaned as I rocked. I moaned as I dripped. My body was trembling, but my mind was sharp. Because in that moment, while he thought I was Chisom his sweet, calm, praying wife ... I was Adaora, the naughty one. And this wasn’t my first ride on his holy tongue. Let me take you back. We’ve been doing this since we were 17. Same face. Same voice. Same shape. One wick3d idea. It started with Chisom’s boyfriend then. He was fine, rich, and dumb. She wanted me to "test him" before going deeper. I dressed like her. Licked my lip. Sat on his lap. He didn’t even blink. After one round of missionary, we both knew: This game was going to become our private addicti0n. Now we’re 28. We’re married. To different men. Two fine, working-class, god-fearing men. Men that don’t even know they’ve been sharing the same v*agina under different lighting. We rotate like traffic lights. We plan it like timetables. And so far? No one suspects. Except maybe our mother ... but her mouth is always too busy speaking in tongues. Tonight was Ebere’s turn. Chisom’s husband. He had texted her: “Tonight, no pants. Just red lipstick and that evil waist.” She showed me the message. I grinned. "Game on?" I asked. She licked her lip. "Serve him well. Don’t moan too early." So I wore her pink silk nightgown. Sprayed her “Vanilla Temptation” perfume. Added fake tears for drama. Then walked into her bedroom like a shy wife looking for forgiveness. Ebere was already shirtl3ss, lying on the bed like a sacrifice. He smiled when he saw me. "You’re looking soft tonight." I climbed on him like I missed the bus. Kissed his lips. Bit his ear. “I want to sit on your face tonight,” I whispered. His eyes darkened. “Talk is cheap. Ride me.” I took off the gown. No bra. No panties. My nipples brushed his lips. He gr0aned. Then I sat. Not on his rod ... not yet. But on his face. Ebere m0aned like an animal. His tongue found home. He gripped my waist like he was fighting demo0ns. I was melting. Shaking. Biting my own hand to stay quiet. But I slipped up. I whispered, “Adaora, don’t come yet…” His tongue paused. He looked up at me. "Adaora?" My soul jumped. "Babe... I mean… I meant to say Adonai… I was praying.." He grabbed my waist, flipped me. Now I was on my back. He stood up ... fully er3ct. His rod was standing like a born-again convert ready to testify. “Wait… are you…” He stared at the mole on my left hip. I knew I was caught. "Surprise?" I smiled nervously. He stared at me… and started laughing. “You mean… all this while, it’s been you sometimes?” I nodded slowly. “And Chisom knows?” “She started it.” He stared at the ceiling. Then looked down. “So… who did I give head to in the kitchen last week?” “That was her.” He gasped. Then chuckled. “Damn… I’ve been husband to both of you.” Then he sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me on his lap. “Do you know what that means?” “What?” He kissed my neck, hard. “Now I want both of you… at the same damn time.” 🔞 TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE 2 🔞 Will Chisom agree to a wild 3-way with her own husband and sister? Will Ebere start falling for the wrong twin? What if Adaora’s husband finds out and flips the script? 👇🏽 Drop “Episode 2 now now before I lose my morals!” if you’re ready.

*I HAVE LONG REALISED THAT LIFE WON’T WAIT FOR YOUR PERFECT MOOD* There are some things you must do whether you feel like it or not. Whether your mood agrees or your body cooperates. Because life doesn’t hand out rewards based on emotions. It pays you based on actions. I am not saying force yourself to work like a robot. But if you only act when it is convenient, you will remain stuck. You will find that on the days you feel weakest, your decision to show up anyway is the real breakthrough. Your feelings are valid, but they are not always right. So train your mind to lead your mood. This is how we stay on the winning side. I help driven men and women break mental and emotional limitations, rise above excuses, set bold goals, and execute with clarity, consistency, and confidence. *CHIDIBILLION*