Most people know me as Mr. Ibu’s adopted daughter. But what they don’t know is how that bond came to be. My biological father was a soldier and a very close friend to Mr. Ibu. A brave man. But he passed away when I was still very young. That’s when Mr. Ibu stepped in — took me under his wing, raised me, loved me like I was his own blood. He sent me to school, supported me, and when the time came, I travelled to Cyprus to further my studies. Life went on. Then in 2020, I received a strange message on WhatsApp. It read, “Please, help… Daddy needs you.” At first, I thought it was a scam. But something inside me told me to check. That’s when I discovered that Mr. Ibu had moved from Abuja to Lagos… and he was suffering. He had nothing — no support, no stable home. Sick, broke, and abandoned. Every day, he begged me for money. And I sent what I could. Over and over. Until I got tired and asked, “What exactly is going on, Daddy?” When I finally learned how sick he really was — and that nobody, not even family, was taking care of him — I booked a flight back to Nigeria immediately. When I saw him, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was a shadow of the man I knew. Thin. Weak. Broken. I took him straight to the hospital and cared for him like my own father. And it was there, lying on that hospital bed, that he said something that shook me to my core. He looked at me and whispered, “Jasmine… they want me dead. That’s the truth. They don’t care about me. They only want my properties. They’re waiting for me to die so they can take everything I worked for.” He paused, looked away, and said with pain in his voice, “Even my wife — the woman I called my own — cheated on me. Jasmine, don’t let her come near me. I’ll never trust her again. Even if I die, know this: I never found peace in this world. Not in my marriage… not in my home.” Those were his words. His truth. Not rumors. Not gossip. The man who made the whole world laugh died with tears in his heart — not just from sickness, but from heartbreak, betrayal, and neglect. I was the only one who stood by him when everyone else turned their backs. So I ask you — where were those who claimed to love him? Why did they wait until his death to pretend? Rest well, Mr. Ibu. Your laughter lives on. Your pain is no longer hidden. If this story touched you, drop a candle 🕯️ for late Mr. Ibu. #tinglespicey #fypシviralシ2025 #mazitundeednut #viralreelschallenge #Afrocania #veekeejames #nollywoodonline #PulseViral #nollywoodcelebrities #nollywood

In secondary school, I fell deeply in love with a boy. The kind of love that felt all-consuming. He made me feel seen, wanted, special. Then one day, he brought up the idea of a blood oath. He looked me in the eyes and said, “If we do this, nothing will ever come between us. We’ll be bound forever.” At 16, those words sounded romantic. But deep down, something in my spirit just didn’t sit right. My aunty saw the text message and confronted me.. when I was mumbling she gave me a resetting slap that cleared my eyes and that was the last time we talk about anything blood oat. I still didn't broke up with him and A month later, we had a massive fight and broke up. I was heartbroken but still hopeful—we were young. Maybe we’d find our way back to each other. We never did. Growing up without my parents, I lived with my aunt. I didn’t have much guidance, just a young girl trying to navigate life on her own. Fast forward several years… I had grown, built a life, found my purpose. Then one day, I stumbled across his Instagram. Out of curiosity, I clicked on his profile... And I froze. The person staring back at me looked nothing like the boy I once loved. He looked lost, unkempt, like life had dragged him through every corner of pain. And in that moment, I asked myself, “Is this the same person I almost tied my entire destiny to with a blood oath?” Nancy Isime Moral lesson- Her Aunty deserve one cold Heineken 🤣 #tinglespicey #mazitundeednut #fyp2025 #nonsmiraj #nollywoodonline #PulseViral #nollywoodcelebrities #fyp #viralchallenge #viral

Regina, you’re like a child to me. You grew up in my presence. I remember when you and your mother used to come to my house — small, respectful girl. I watched you grow, and I honestly thought you had sense… that you’d marry someone close to your age. But no, greed carried you far. Private jets, designer bags, flying around the world — all for a lifestyle you could’ve worked for yourself. Instead, you married a man old enough to be your great-grandfather, all because you wanted luxury overnight. My dear, that’s not success. That’s shortcut. You think because you now have some fame and money, you can open your mouth and talk to me anyhow? When I talk, you should be listening. I’m the woman you wish to be — I built myself, no shortcuts, no sugar-coated help. Everything I have today, I earned it with my sweat. Don’t get it twisted — I won’t trade words with you again. I know you just want to trend. You and your husband have been quiet for a while, and this is your way of reminding Nigerians that you still exist. But me? I don't need stunts. My name speaks for itself. And please, don’t mistake marriage for maturity. If you insult me again, I’ll remind you of everything you’ve tried to sweep under the rug. This is your final warning. Don’t cross that line again."- Angela okorie fires back at Regina Daniels after she called her mad. #tinglespicey #mazitundeednut #fyp2025 #nonsmiraj #nollywoodonline #nollywoodcelebrities #PulseViral #nollywood #nollywoodchallenge #viral