I think @MTNNG is stealing data from their customers to run their company.

I mean, how else do you explain data usage of 40 GB in 6 days?

I use Shaw for my home internet and Bell on my phone when I am in Canada; it’s unlimited, and I don’t even use up to 40 GB in a month even with Netflix, X, IPTV, surfing, and telephony, and sometimes I even have to work from home.

MTN is extorting Nigerians like an illegal tollgate, and as the minister of communications and digital economy, this is the type of case that should be earning @bosuntijani his stripes.

Unfortunately, anywhere you find APC, the incompetence and malfeasance don’t take long to show. It always wins out.

MTN and APC, 5 & 6.

Dear Parents,

There are things that parents do that makes me wonder if they know the implications. In my teaching career, I've come to realize that children who are well brought up produce better results.

What I see these days is training the "butty" (aje butter) way which gets me scared of what will happen in the next 10-15 years.

I see eight year olds who don't bother to lay their beds.

I see 10 year olds served by the maid or "caring mum" on the table and they either don't pack the table or they just dump the plates in the kitchen for the maid or "caring mum".

Drivers carry the bags of
children above 5 years and the children call them "my driver".

Manual cloth washing is
gradually been replaced by
washing machines yet the maid or "caring mum" will be the one to do the laundry.

Children wake up and go straight to the TV and sleep late watching TV with mum and dad but mum and dad don't allow them read late.
They'll say "go and sleep".

I see parents play game for
hours on their phones yet
wonder why their children don't read and why their results are poor despite investment in expensive schools.

I see tweenagers and teenagers who can't cook common white rice because there's maid, nanny, cook, "caring mum" etc.

I see children who are addicted to cheating in exams, assignments, class work and the parents aren't taking conscious steps to correct it, instead some will bribe teachers to make their children first, teach them during external exams or take them to "miracle centres" to write their exams.

I see children who talk to their parents and other adults disrespectfully and all parents say is "children of nowadays are outspoken".

Your children's wardrobe is full of clothes but they don't have a single book.

You buy them lots of toys but you didn't buy them books.

I can go on and on.

See, when next you tell your
child not to do house chores,
study hard, etc, have it at the back of your mind that what you're saying is "don't take responsibility for your life".

I guess parents don't know that chores and morals are almost directly proportional to academic performance.

Haven't you thought of it that when our forefathers went to farm, fetched water, etc, before or after school, the world was a better place?

Haven't you thought of it that our local proverbs which have remained relevant were coined by unlettered men and women?

A Hausa proverb says, "Ka so naka, duniya ta 'ki shi..." favour your son and the world will reject him..." (vice-versa).

A Yoruba proverb also says, "eni a nwo ki wooran"... "those who make news don't watch news".

So when you're mentoring your children to be T.V. addicts you should understand what you're
grooming them to be.

There are TWO PAINS in life and everyone must suffer one; *PAIN OF DISCIPLINE* or *PAIN OF REGRET*.

When you're preventing your
children from going through *pain of discipline*, just understand that you're automatically preparing them for *pain of regret*.

Some parents feel that their
children's careers are secured because of their financial stand.

Now, let's do this analysis:
1. You get your children a job.

2. You make them take over your company.

3. You set up a business for
them.

1. If you get them a job and they have the wrong attitude at work like being late, talking rudely to clients, etc, which made the company lose a big contract, will they keep them there?

2. They take over your company and your company lost within three months an amount that you didn't make in your first five years in business due to their lack of discipline, will you pat them on the head and say I'm proud of you child?

3. They run the business shabbily and there's nothing to show for it within few years.

The earlier we stopped these
pampering the better. You will give an account to God for them.

Train your child in the way he
should go and when he is old, he won't depart from it.

Show me your phone...

According to a report by Times of Israel on Thursday, July 17, 2025, a 33-year-old teacher from the Negev, Tahani Abu Samhan, has been formally charged with spying for Iran by Israeli authorities.

Prosecutors allege she secretly filmed fighter jets taking off from the Nevatim airbase during the recent war and relayed the videos to an Iranian intelligence agent.

The indictment was filed in the Beersheba District Court following her arrest in June.

According to police statements, Abu Samhan maintained contact with the Iranian operative over the course of a year, fully aware of the person’s identity and mission.

Unlike many others recruited by Iran who are paid in cryptocurrency, Abu Samhan received her compensation in cash. To avoid detection, she used a separate phone for communicating with her handler.

The accused is a member of Israel’s Bedouin community and is reportedly a mother of five children.

During interrogation, Abu Samhan claimed she did not intend to harm Israel’s security and said her actions were motivated by a desire to collect money for charitable donations, not personal gain.

However, the prosecution has dismissed these claims, stressing the gravity of her offenses amid escalating tensions with Iran.

Prosecutors charged her with maintaining contact with a foreign agent and passing intelligence to the enemy.

They requested that Abu Samhan be held in custody throughout the court proceedings, citing security concerns during a highly sensitive conflict period.

This case forms part of a broader wave of espionage investigations, with multiple Israelis arrested in recent months for allegedly collaborating with Iranian intelligence.

These suspects have been accused of conducting hundreds of intelligence-gathering missions targeting Israeli military installations and civilian infrastructure.

The Shin Bet and Israeli police continue to warn of active Iranian recruitment efforts targeting Israeli citizens through online contacts and financial incentives.

Authorities have vowed to pursue all such cases rigorously to protect national security.

"The Wedding That Never Was"

Part 1: The Perfect Beginning

Tunde was the kind of man many envied—successful, kind-hearted, and deeply loyal to those he loved. After years of building his business empire, he finally met Amara, a beautiful, intelligent, and charming woman who swept him off his feet. Their love blossomed quickly. In less than two years, he proposed, and Amara said yes with tears in her eyes.

Their love story became the envy of many. Family and friends all celebrated them, especially Tunde’s best friend, Chike, who had been with Tunde through thick and thin. Chike was even named the best man, a position he proudly accepted.

Part 2: Whispers and Warnings

As the wedding date approached, Tunde noticed something odd—Amara had become unusually secretive with her phone. Late-night texts, sudden changes in mood, and quick defensiveness when asked simple questions.

One day, his younger sister, Sade, approached him gently.

> “Brother mi, please don’t be angry. I saw Amara in a hotel lobby three days ago… with Chike. They looked… close. Too close.”

Tunde brushed it off. “Chike? No, never. That’s my brother.”

But the seed of doubt had been planted.

Part 3: The Day Before

The night before the wedding, Tunde couldn’t sleep. Something didn’t feel right. He sat outside on the balcony of the hotel where his wedding was scheduled and stared at the stars, trying to convince himself everything was okay.

Then his phone buzzed.

It was a message from an unknown number:

> “You deserve to know the truth. Check Room 406. Now.”

Tunde’s heart pounded. Room 406 was in the same hotel. He hesitated, then stood up. He didn’t want to believe anything wrong could be happening—but curiosity and dread pushed him forward.

He knocked lightly at the door.

No response.

He turned the handle. It was open.

There, lying on the bed, locked in an embrace… was Amara and Chike.

Time stopped. The woman he was to marry tomorrow. His best friend since childhood.

To be continued

JB WORLD

I was lying next to my wife, peacefully sleeping, when I received a Facebook notification. Curious, I got up to check and saw a friend request from a woman. Intrigued, I looked through her profile and realized she was an old schoolmate.

I accepted her request and sent a simple "Hello" message, to which she replied, "Hi, I heard you are married with kids." I confirmed this, and she expressed her feelings for me, saying she would do anything to be a part of my life.

However, at that moment, I glanced back at my wife, soundly asleep after a long day of work and chores. Seeing her trust in me and the comfort she found in our home, I was struck by a realization. I couldn't betray this woman who had left everything for me, including her family and their support, to be with me in our modest home.

As I pondered the situation, I couldn't fathom hurting this innocent woman who had placed so much trust in me. With a firm resolve, I swiftly blocked the other woman on my phone.

I returned to my wife, cuddled up beside her, and she adjusted to make room for me. I knew then that I couldn't bear to lose her trust or see her in tears. I made a conscious decision to be a "Real" man - one who doesn't cheat, make his wife cry, or cause her to regret marrying him. A real man values and cherishes his wife above all others.

To all the men out there, be the "Man," the "Real Man." Love and cherish your wife as she deserves.

You waste time because your life has no structure. You wake up with no plan, grab your phone, scroll through nonsense, and follow noise like it's direction.

Most of what pulls you in is trash. You don't need to reply everyone. You don't need to be part of everything.

You don't need to move with the crowd. Learn to say no without guilt.

You don't get more hours than anyone else. You're just wasting the ones you have.
And if you don't take control, someone else will.

They'll keep you busy while you stay small.

Life won't wait for you to figure it out. It will move on and leave you behind.

Stop playing!

OPEN HEAVENS DAILY DEVOTIONAL
TOPIC: BECAUSE YOU ASK NOT
AUTHOR: PASTOR E A ADEBOYE

MEMORISE: “Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.” - (John 16:24)

READ: JOHN 6:5-13 (KJV)
5 When Jesus then lifted up his eyes, and saw a great company come unto him, he saith unto Philip, Whence shall we buy bread, that these may eat?
6 And this he said to prove him: for he himself knew what he would do.
7 Philip answered him, Two hundred pennyworth of bread is not sufficient for them, that every one of them may take a little.
8 One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter's brother, saith unto him,
9 There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?
10 And Jesus said, Make the men sit down. Now there was much grass in the place. So the men sat down, in number about five thousand.
11 And Jesus took the loaves; and when he had given thanks, he distributed to the disciples, and the disciples to them that were set down; and likewise of the fishes as much as they would.
12 When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
13 Therefore they gathered them together, and filled twelve baskets with the fragments of the five barley loaves, which remained over and above unto them that had eaten.

MESSAGE:
James 4:2 reveals why some Christians still suffer from lack. Do you know that if you ask God to end lack in your life, He will grant your request? In today's Bible reading, Jesus fed thousands of people with five loaves of bread and two fishes. By the time everybody had been fed, they still had 12 baskets extra. When God provides for your needs, He gives you more than enough to satisfy you. Your big request is a little thing for Him to fulfil.
Years ago, I travelled to London on an official assignment, and three days before my return, I had run out of money and needed 50 pounds to buy some books and tapes. I turned to God, "Daddy, it would be good if I could get 50 pounds." Shortly after, my phone rang. The fellow on the line said, "Biyi?" I told him there was nobody with that name where I was, and as we talked, he got to know who I was. Excitedly, he called out to his brother, telling him that he was speaking with me. Apparently, they had been discussing how they could see me, and now, I was on the phone with them. Eventually, they came over, we talked, and as they were leaving, they gave me 50 pounds. Immediately they left, I said, "Daddy, if I knew it would be this easy, I would've asked for 100 pounds." As I rejoiced over the 50 pounds, the doorbell rang, but before l got to the door, an envelope had been slipped under the door. I opened it and realised it came from a wealthy man who had never given me a dime before. Inside was 50 pounds and a note saying, "I just felt like giving you some money." Then, I told God that if I had known that another 50 pounds would come, I would have asked for an extra 50 pounds. That night, before I slept, someone gave me another 50 pounds! I became afraid and told God that I was only joking and didn't want to offend Him. God reminded me of this incident recently and told me I had been foolish. "If you asked Me for 50 pounds and I provided it, why didn't you ask for 5,000 pounds?”
Beloved, find out God's will concerning your needs and ensure your requests are in alignment with it. Stop complaining about lack in your life; rather, ask God to meet your exact needs. Do not waver in faith, and He will surely answer you.

ACTION POINT:
Ask God to provide your needs according to His will, and believe that he is able to fulfil them.

BIBLE IN ONE YEAR:
Isaiah 9-11

HYMN 27: WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS
1 What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
all because we do not carry
everything to God in prayer!

2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
take it to the Lord in prayer!
Can we find a friend so faithful
who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
take it to the Lord in prayer!

3 Are we weak and heavy laden,
cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge--
take it to the Lord in prayer!
Do your friends despise, forsake you?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In his arms he'll take and shield you;
you will find a solace there.

Phone Hacks

Pff, this testimony from ADRIANO about his life and career is incredibly powerful:

“I know what it feels like to be a promise, and also a broken one. I am the biggest waste in football.

I like that word: ‘waste,’ because I’m obsessed with wasting my life. I’m okay with it, in a frenzied waste, I enjoy that stigma.

I don’t do drugs, like they try to claim. I don’t like crime, even though I could’ve gone down that road. I don’t go to clubs. I always go to the same place in my neighborhood. I drink every other day, yeah. And on the other days too. I drink because it’s not easy being a promise that’s still in debt.

They call me ‘The Emperor.’ A guy who left the favela to earn the nickname Emperor in Europe. How do you explain that? I still haven’t figured it out. Maybe I did get a few things right.

One of the things that surprised me most when I moved to Europe was how quiet the streets were. People don’t greet each other. Everyone keeps their distance. My first Christmas in Milan was really hard. The end of the year is a very important time for my family. We gather everyone.

When I joined Inter, I got hit hard that first winter. Christmas came and I was alone in my apartment. It’s so cold in Milan. That depression that creeps in during those cold months in northern Italy. Everyone dressed in dark clothes. Empty streets. The days are really short. The air is damp. I didn’t feel like doing anything. All of this mixed with homesickness and I felt like crap.

Seedorf was an amazing friend—he and his wife made dinner and invited me over. It was all really nice and delicious, but the truth is I just wanted to be in Rio de Janeiro. I didn’t even stay long with them. I apologized, said goodbye quickly, and went back to my apartment. I called home. ‘Hi, mom. Merry Christmas,’ I said. ‘My son! I miss you. Merry Christmas. Everyone’s here, you’re the only one missing,’ she replied.

You could hear the laughter in the background. The loud sound of drums my aunts play to remember the days when they were little girls. I could picture the whole scene just from the sounds on the phone. Damn, I started crying right away.

I cried so much. ‘It’s okay, mom. Enjoy. Have a nice dinner. Don’t worry, everything’s fine here.’ I was destroyed. I grabbed a bottle of vodka. Drank all that crap alone. Cried the whole night. Passed out on the couch because I drank too much and cried.

I tried to do what they wanted. I negotiated with Roberto Mancini. I tried really hard with José Mourinho. I cried on Moratti’s shoulder. But I couldn’t do what they asked of me. I stayed clean for a few weeks, avoided alcohol, trained like a horse, but there was always a relapse. Over and over again. Everyone criticized me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

People said a lot of crap because they were all ashamed. ‘Wow, Adriano gave up seven million euros. He gave up everything for this nonsense?’ That’s what I heard the most. But they don’t know why I did it. I did it because I wasn’t okay. I needed my space to do what I wanted to do.

All I’m looking for in Vila Cruzeiro is peace. Here I walk barefoot and shirtless, just wearing shorts. I play dominoes, sit in the street, remember my childhood, listen to music, dance with my friends, and sleep on the floor. I just want to be at peace and remember who I am.

Here they truly respect me. I see my father in every one of these alleys. Vila Cruzeiro isn’t the best place in the world, it’s my place.”