```An inability to change one's mind is a significant obstacle to moving forward. Individuals who stubbornly cling to existing beliefs, even with new information, will inevitably stagnate. True growth requires a willingness to re-evaluate and adapt. Resisting fresh perspectives acts as an anchor, preventing forward movement. Without the capacity for self-correction, one is destined to repeat errors. In a world constantly evolving, those unwilling to adjust are simply falling behind.```

```Embracing Forward Motion Moving forward means more than just leaving the past behind; it's about actively shaping a better future. It demands a growth mindset and willingness to adapt. Learn from every experience, good or bad, letting lessons refine you instead of setbacks define you. Embrace change; clinging to old ways blinds you to new opportunities. Be open to new perspectives, ideas, and possibilities. Moving forward is an act of courage—stepping out of your comfort zone, taking calculated risks, and trusting your ability to navigate challenges. Keep your vision clear, stay resilient, and believe in your own evolution.```

Breaking News 🤦‍♂️💔🤦‍♂️ At this point it is CLEAR Something else happened to Mohbad . VDM just dropped evidence of how Iyabo Ojo , Samklef , Davido’s PR Created a WhatsApp group and controlled the information that you saw out there when Mohbad Kpaiied . Davido’s PR was also the one who sent VDM to prison for 1 month . He organized it with the other people . The Question is , if there is or there was NOTHING to hide why did they try that much to shut him up ? It’s truly sad Moral lesson : It is well

Dear Nigerians, ‼️ Please do not joke with this warning. Read & share widely. This is not about politics. Tinubu's relentless foreign aid threatens to plunge Nigeria into its darkest era yet, a pit from which recovery may be impossible. GMOs will fuck us all!! Around June 2024, the Federal Government of Nigeria quietly launched the TELA Maize Variety, a genetically modified organism (GMO) seed allegedly designed to boost maize production in the country, with little to no publicity. The TELA Maize was developed at the Institute of Agricultural Research (IAR) at Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria, in collaboration with the African Agriculture Technology Foundation (AATF), which is funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. GMOs, or Genetically Modified Organisms, are plants, animals, or microorganisms whose genetic material has been altered using genetic engineering techniques. Scientists isolate specific genes from one organism and insert them into another to transfer desired traits. For example, scientists can insert genes from a bacterium that naturally produces insect-killing proteins into a crop plant. This modification helps the plant resist pests without requiring chemical insecticides. How will it affect Nigeria? GMOs are like seeds with superpowers; they can harm other living things, such as: - Bees, birds, and butterflies that interact with the plants - Animals like cows, horses, and goats that eat the plants - Nearby plants that grow alongside GMO crops The use of herbicide-resistant GMOs can trigger dangerous ecological changes in Nigeria. One major risk is the rise of herbicide-resistant weeds, which thrive despite chemical control. This disrupts balance in our ecosystem and build a chain reaction and that's just the beginning If bees are harmed, they can't help natural plants grow by spreading pollen. That means animals depending on those plants for food or shelter start to suffer. With their habitats shrinking, they migrate or die off. We could see huge wildlife extinction within a few decades. Health implications: Introducing genes from one food into another can trigger new allergens or unknown effects in the human body. The long-term health impact of GMO foods is still unclear. It’s like being used for experiments without your consent. Just like a fucking Lab rat GMOs have been linked to cancers, allergies, and other health issues partly due to their reliance on toxic pesticides. By harming biodiversity and reducing nutritional diversity, they pose serious risks to both human health and the environment. There has been growing speculation around GMOs in Africa, especially with figures like Bill Gates involved. Many see it as more than just control over Nigeria’s food system; it raises fears of long-term harm to public health and population through toxic, life-altering food. Let’s talk about the economic implications: What is a patent? A patent is the sole right to exclude others from making, using, or selling an invention. In this context, it means Nigeria can only buy seeds from Bill Gates. From our laws too “Patents and Designs Act Cap 344,” GMO seeds are often patented, meaning a few foreign companies control the seed supply, forcing farmers to buy new seeds every season at higher costs. The result? Farmer dependency, and loss of control over Nigeria’s agriculture & food security to a foreigner, Be worried. Just like our oil was patented, so Nigeria must rely on a few foreign companies to refine it, and we’re seeing the same with our farmlands. GMO patents threaten our food security, leaving food production in the hands of outsiders. Same trap, different sector. GMO seeds are made to resist pests and herbicides. But once planted, they lead to super-strong weeds that won’t die even after spraying herbicides. These “superweeds” are a tough, lasting problem for farmers and the environment. They become herbicide-resistant weeds, plants that survive even after weedkiller sprays. When weeds face the same herbicide over and over, they adapt and build resistance, making them harder to control; they keep spreading, threatening crops and ecosystems. When herbicide-resistant weeds take over farmland, they kill any non-GMO crops planted. This forces Nigerian farmers or the Nigerian state to rely only on patented GMO seeds controlled by foreign companies like those linked to Bill Gates or risk losing their harvest and going hungry. Control over our food supply gives these companies huge power, potentially swaying government decisions just to keep access to GMO seeds. “He who controls a nation’s food chain controls the nation.” This could put Nigeria completely in their pocket. The biggest issue? Market transparency. GMO seed monopolies often hide or don’t label their products, so farmers can’t make informed choices. The Nigerian government already gave them the go-ahead to enter our market. This means many will end up unknowingly buying and planting GMOs

Breaking News 🚨🚨🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️ 24 hours now and no woman is willing or able to purchase a $2 million dollars ring to Marry Burna Boy ? This is now a CLEAR PROVE that if men decide to marry or date just rich girls plenty of the girls out there will be single oh 🤦‍♂️💔. This is a big lesson to women , you see that thing you expect from a man ? Make sure you can afford it . Moral lesson : “ I can not date a man who does not have a car or this “, when men will start saying same thing,we go see who go date you .

LOVE AND BULLET PART 10 The revelation burned through Ava’s veins like acid. She stood in the dimly lit basement of Obinna’s mansion, Emeka’s words still ringing in her ears. Your NDLEA planned for you to die. The walls seemed to close in around her, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and betrayal. Obinna’s hand was warm on her lower back, steadying her. “Breathe,” he murmured. But how could she? Every case she’d worked, every criminal she’d put away—had it all been a lie? Ava turned to Emeka, her voice deadly calm. “Names. I want names." The files spread across Obinna’s war room told a story more twisted than Ava could have imagined. Bank statements. Secret meetings. Coded messages. The NDLEA wasn’t just corrupt—it was controlled. “Commissioner Dike,” Ava whispered, staring at a photo of her former boss shaking hands with a known cartel leader. “He was the one who assigned me to this case.” Obinna’s fingers tightened around his whiskey glass. “He sent you to your death.” Ava’s nails dug into her palms. She had trusted them. Fought for them. Almost died for them. And they had thrown her away like garbage. Midnight found Ava and Obinna hunched over blueprints of NDLEA headquarters, their faces illuminated by the glow of a laptop. “We hit them where it hurts,” Ava said, tracing a route through the building’s security grid. “Their evidence room. All their dirty secrets are stored there.” Obinna studied her, his gaze intense. “You know this will make you an enemy of the state.” Ava didn’t blink. “I stopped being theirs the moment they betrayed me.” A slow, proud smile curved Obinna’s lips. “Then let’s burn it all down.” Before dawn, Ava stood on the mansion’s rooftop terrace, the first hints of sunlight painting the Lagos skyline in gold and pink. Obinna joined her, pressing a steaming cup of coffee into her hands. “Can’t sleep?” She shook her head, watching the city wake below them. “Just remembering who I used to be.” He turned her to face him, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re still you. Just stronger now. Wiser.” Ava leaned into his touch. “And if this goes wrong?” Obinna’s smile was all teeth. “Then we’ll take as many of them with us as we can.” Dressed in stolen NDLEA uniforms, they moved through headquarters like ghosts. Ava’s pulse pounded in her ears as she swiped her old keycard—still active, they hadn’t even deactivated it—and the evidence room door hissed open. What they found inside made her blood run cold. Row after row of seized drugs... except most weren’t seized at all. They were staged. NDLEA-branded packages ready to be planted on targets. “This is how they control the market,” Obinna realized. “They decide who rises and who falls.” Ava’s hands shook as she filmed everything with a hidden camera. **“Not anymore.” Then— The click of a safety being released. “Freeze! NDLEA!” Ava spun to see four armed agents blocking the exit, their guns trained on her chest. And leading them? Commissioner Dike himself. Dike’s smile was oily, triumphant. “Ava Carter. I knew you’d come crawling back eventually.” Ava didn’t flinch. “I’m not crawling. I’m here to end you.” Dike laughed. “With what? Your little camera? Do you really think anyone will believe a disgraced agent and a drug lord over the word of Nigeria’s top anti-narcotics official?” Obinna stepped forward, his voice a lethal purr. “They will when it’s broadcast on every news station in the country.” Dike’s smile faltered. Because behind him, on every computer screen in the room, the footage was already uploading. Live. TO BE CONTINUED...

LOVE AND AND BULLET PART 9 The iron gates of Obinna’s mansion groaned open, the sound echoing through the compound like a royal decree. Ava walked beside him—not behind him—her boots clicking against the polished marble pathway. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and victory. Behind them, Emeka stumbled in chains, his once-proud head now bowed, his expensive clothes torn and bloodied. The entire compound had gathered—Obinna’s men, his lieutenants, even the house staff—all lined up in perfect formation. Silence draped over them like a heavy cloak. Then, as one, they dropped to their knees. Not just for Obinna. For *her. The celebration was legendary. The mansion’s grand hall had been transformed into a palace of revelry. Tables groaned under the weight of steaming jollof rice, spicy suya, and towers of fresh fruit. Palm wine and champagne flowed freely. Music thumped through the walls, the bass vibrating in Ava’s chest as she sat at Obinna’s right hand—the place of honor. Emeka was forced to kneel in the corner, wrists bound, watching as his empire crumbled before his eyes. Obinna raised his glass, the gold rings on his fingers glinting in the candlelight. “To the woman who fights like a goddess and loves like a storm.” The room erupted in cheers, glasses clinking, voices chanting "Obinna! Ava! Obinna! Ava!" Ava’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away from Obinna’s gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Tonight, I worship you properly.” Later, when the feast had dwindled and the music softened, Obinna led Ava to his bedroom—a sanctuary of dark wood, silk sheets, and the faint scent of sandalwood. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across their skin as Obinna peeled away her clothes with reverence. “Every scar,” he murmured, tracing the marks on her body, “every bruise—you wore them for me.” Ava shivered as his lips followed his fingers, mapping her like sacred territory. They didn’t rush. This wasn’t just passion—it was a claiming. When Obinna finally sank into her, their moans tangled together, Ava clutched at his back, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. “Stay,” he begged between thrusts, his voice raw. “Not just in my bed. In my life. As my second. As my queen.” Ava arched beneath him, her answer lost in a cry of pleasure. But she knew. Her heart had already decided. Dawn came too soon. Ava woke to Obinna’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare back. She turned, meeting his gaze—soft in the morning light, but no less dangerous. “We have one last thing to do,” he said. She knew what he meant. Emeka. The basement was cold, the air thick with damp and regret. Emeka sat slumped against the wall, his once-fine clothes now filthy, his face gaunt. He looked up as they entered, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “Come to gloat, brother?” Obinna crossed his arms. “Come to understand.” Emeka’s laugh was hollow. “What’s there to understand? You won. I lost.” Ava stepped forward. “Why betray your own blood?” Emeka’s eyes flicked to her, filled with something like pity. **“You really don’t know, do you?” Ava stiffened. “Know what?” “Your precious NDLEA,” Emeka spat. “They’re the ones who came to me. Told me if I helped take Obinna down, they’d let me keep the empire.” Ava’s blood turned to ice. “They knew you were undercover,” Emeka continued, grinning at her shock. “They planned for you to die in the crossfire. Clean little accident—no loose ends.” Obinna’s hand found hers, squeezing tight. But Ava barely felt it. Because the truth was worse than betrayal. It was calculated sacrifice. TO BE CONTINUED...

When God gives you a new beginning, don’t repeat the old mistakes

When God gives you a new beginning, don’t repeat the old mistakes.

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Jarvis is officially OFF the market . Peller went and saw her people . It’s now clear that these two will be together forever . Forget about the online fights . They truly love each other . Jarvis’s Bride Price was just 10 million and 7 cows . Moral lesson : Them marry na for movie oh .

FINALLY A YOUNG PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE FOR CAMEROON ? 🇨🇲 YES, CAMEROON! Meet Ateki Seta Caxton. At only 39, Seta proudly from the Northwest Region is among the youngest contenders in this presidential race. Yet, what truly sets him apart is his unmatched dedication, readiness, and people-focused leadership. Here’s what’s remarkable: Seta has already made tangible, lasting change without ever holding presidential power. While others are pledging future action, Seta Caxton has already been hard at work on the ground. As founder of New Seta, a dynamic non-governmental organization focused on youth empowerment and civic action, his impact speaks for itself: • Over 10,000 young Cameroonians trained through the Repair Initiative • More than 400 grants awarded to emerging youth changemakers • 150+ journalists trained at no cost • Over 1 billion FCFA mobilized and invested in youth-focused programs Seta is also the force behind the Vote18Campaign, a groundbreaking national movement calling to reduce the voting age from 20 to 18 giving young Cameroonians a stronger voice in shaping their future. He has organized civic training that connects young leaders with local authorities, fostering meaningful engagement in grassroots governance. His push for legal reforms in academic research signals a forward-thinking agenda that empowers knowledge and innovation. Internationally, Seta has flown Cameroon’s flag high, representing the country in over 36 nations, forming vital global partnerships and introducing innovative solutions for national development. His work has earned global recognition. In 2016, he became the only Cameroonian ever selected for the Hurford Youth Fellowship by the National Endowment for Democracy in Washington, D.C.la rare and prestigious honor. Ateki Seta Caxton isn’t just a candidate , he’s a servant-leader. His vision for Cameroon is bold, inclusive, and future-driven: • Decentralized power, giving local communities real control • Unity in diversity, where every background is valued • Equity across all regions, with justice and opportunity for all Cameroon doesn’t need another career politician. It needs someone with a track record of action, service, and results. Someone who has inspired youth, challenged the status quo, and remained grounded in integrity and humility. With the Alliance Liberal Party (PAL), Ateki Seta Caxton is prepared to lead. Together, let’s shape the Cameroon we all deserve. The time is now.

🚨🔴⚪ CONFIRMED: Viktor Gyokeres will be landing 🛬 in London today as we reported yesterday and all will go as planned by Arsenal. 🔘 Medical test will take place tomorrow and 5 years contract signing ✍️ will follow after Medical. 🔘 Then Arsenal can choose any day of their comfort to announce Gyokeres as their player and new number 9️⃣.