13 Powerful things Every Child Needs to know before they can Say No

1. If Your Child Can’t Say Vagina, They Can’t Report an Offense
Using "peepee" or "down there" might feel safer — but predators thrive on silence and confusion.
Teach the real words.

2. If Your Child Thinks Obedience Means Silence, They’ll Obey Even Danger
“Don’t talk back” can become “don’t speak up” — even when they’re being touched wrongly.
Teach them: Respect is mutual. Safety comes first.

3. If They Can’t Say “No” to You, They Won’t Say “No” to a Predator
You punish them for saying no at home, but expect them to scream no outside?
Build boldness, not just compliance.

4. If They Think Secrets Are Part of Love, They’ll Keep the Worst Ones
“Don’t tell Daddy or you’ll hurt him.” That’s how abuse stays buried.
Say often: “No one should ask you to keep a secret about your body — even me.”

5. If You’re Not Talking, Someone Else Is — And Likely Lying
The world is loud. Cartoons, classmates, the internet — all telling your child something.
If your voice is absent, deception will educate them.

6. If You Don’t Teach Them What Safe Touch Is, They’ll Normalize Abuse
Because the hug that made them uncomfortable was from a “trusted uncle,” so they said nothing.
Teach: “How it feels matters. Not who did it.”

7. If You Shame Their Curiosity, They’ll Seek Answers in Darkness
When you gasp, slap, or say “dirty talk” — they learn that their body is shameful.
Curiosity needs clarity, not condemnation.

8. If You Don’t Create Safe Conversations, Google Will Become Their Counselor
Your silence is building a search history.
Be the voice they hear first, not the browser they hide.

9. If You Never Model Boundaries, They Won’t Know How to Build Theirs
Saying “yes” when you mean “no”? Accepting touch when you’re uncomfortable? They’re watching.
Teach with your life, not just your lips.

10. If They’ve Never Practiced Speaking Up, They’ll Freeze When It Matters Most
Fear and shock paralyze. Practice gives power.
Rehearse: “Stop that!” “I don’t like this!” “I’ll tell my parents!”

11. If Their Digital World is Unsupervised, You're Raising Them Blindfolded
The screen is a doorway. If you're not checking, someone else is knocking.
Teach online safety like you teach stranger danger.

12. If You Think Abuse Only Happens “Out There,” You’ll Miss What’s Happening Inside
Most abuse is by someone the child knows — cousin, teacher, friend.
Don't outsource your vigilance.

13. If You’re Not Repeating the Lessons, You’re Leaving Them to Luck
One talk won’t protect them. One moment isn’t enough.
Teach early. Repeat often. Update as they grow.

Let This Wake You Up
Abuse doesn’t start with touch.
It starts with silence, shame, and an unprepared child.

Break the cycle.

Build their skills.

Be their first voice.


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Amaranthus viridis (Tete abalaye in Yoruba) is an annual, erect plant which can reach a height of 20–90 cm, branching weakly especially in the upper half. The leaves have entire margins and they are ovate to trapezoid in shape. The inflorescences are terminal and axillary spikes; there are also bunches of flowers at the axils. Amaranthus hybridus is the commercial amaranth widely cultivated all over Nigeria. It is a robust, heavy-branching plant that can reach a height of one metre or more in permissive environments. The leaves are broad, ovate and closely-packed on the main stem and branches making it a typical leafy vegetable. The inflorescences are terminal and axillary as in A. viridis.

The story of the amaranths of our land is not complete without the mention of Amaranthus spinosus (dagunro, in Yoruba). This species is a relative of A. viridis and studies have shown that they interbreed and have indeed produced hybrids one of which is known as Amaranthus lividus and a host of other intermediate plants that combine the characters of A viridis, A. spinosus and, in waste places close to eateries, A. hybridus. The tell-tale character for a plant carrying the genes of A. spinosus is the spine in the centre of the axillary cluster. People who pick A. viridis should watch for spines, even if weak, as a marker to avoid picking plants that have the genetic content of A. spinosus. A spinosus is however a medicinal plant in its own right.



Let us look at some health benefits of eating Amaranth leaves.

Amaranth leaves are a storehouse of essential phytonutrients and antioxidants which help to reduce inflammation in the body and provide an extra boost of nutrition to one’s health.


High in fiber.

They are rich in soluble and insoluble fiber. Eating fiber helps us to reduce weight and ward off heart disease as it lowers the cholesterol in the blood. Amaranths are high in protein and fiber, both of which may help reduce appetite and increase weight loss.

Good for anemics

Iron is needed for producing red blood cells and cellular metabolism. Reap maximum benefits of this powerful punch of iron that amaranth leaves provide by adding some source of vitamin C as it facilitates maximum absorption of iron in the blood. So, you could add a dash of lemon or have the amaranth leaves dish with a glass of fresh orange juice.

Rich in Vitamin A

Amaranth leaves are rich in vitamin A. They are also full of flavonoid polyphenolic antioxidants like beta-carotene, zeaxanthin and lutein which provide a protective layer against oxidative stress caused by free radicals. Vitamin A is also needed for healthy skin and proper vision.

Rich in Vitamin K

This vitamin is needed for good bone health and also plays an important role in blood clotting. It promotes osteoblastic activity and strengthens bone mass. Also, it is beneficial for those who suffer from Alzheimer’s disease as it controls the neural damage done in the brain.


Rich in B Vitamins

Amaranth leaves are replete with vitamins of the B group: folate, riboflavin, niacin, thiamin, vitamin B6 and others are all found in this leafy green. They help prevent birth defects in new-born babies and are needed for optimal mental and physical health.

Rich in potassium

The leaves of this wonder plant are full of potassium. The element is needed for good cardiac health. It also controls heart rate in the human body.

Amaranth is gluten-free

The seeds of amaranth plant are used as a grain and can be ground to be made into flour. This is protein-rich flour entirely gluten-free, so it is incredibly beneficial for those who have gluten intolerance.

Rich in protein

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Amaranth leaves and grain are rich in protein, leaving behind even oats as a protein-rich grain.

Receiving protein from a plant source is considered much healthier than obtaining it from an animal source as the former has no or much less fat and cholesterol. Having a protein-rich diet leads to suppression of hunger as they reduce insulin levels in the blood and keeps one feeling satiated.

Amaranth leaves have lysine

Amaranth leaves have lysine, an essential amino acid needed for energy production and absorption of calcium. It also promotes hair growth and good skin. Those who suffer from hair loss or greying will benefit significantly from eating amaranth leaves.

Reduces bad cholesterol

Amaranth leaves are known to lower the bad cholesterol responsible for many cardiac problems.

Rich in calcium

They are rich in calcium and thus beneficial for those suffering from osteoporosis and other bone health problems related to deficiency of calcium.

Easy to digest

Amaranth leaves are offered to those convalescing after an illness or those fasting as they are easy on the digestive system. They are helpful in treating diarrhoea and haemorrhages. Regular consumption has been known to benefit digestion.

Fights cancer

This is because they contain flavonoids that have anti-cancer properties. A study shows that flavonoids can prevent the occurrence of cancer cell division thus showing promise of reducing cancer risk by about 34 per cent.

Amaranthus viridis however has higher medicinal values, a decoction of the entire plant is used to stop dysentery and inflammation.
The plant is an emollient and vermifuge. The root juice is used to treat inflammation during urination. It is also taken to treat constipation.

Yellow and green dyes can be obtained from the whole plant.

The leaves are diuretic and purgative and used as poultices (fresh or as dried powder) to treat inflammations, boils and abscesses, gonorrhoea, orchitis and haemorrhoids.

Amaranthus viridis is used as traditional medicine in the treatment of fever, pain, asthma, diabetes, dysentery, urinary disorders, liver disorders, eye disorders and venereal diseases. The plant also possesses anti-microbial properties.

In Nigeria, an infusion of the whole plant is used to purify the blood and the pounded root is applied against dysentery. In Côte d’Ivoire, the sap is used as an eye wash to treat eye infections and for treating convulsions and epilepsy in children. In DR Congo, the sap is said to act as a vermifuge, being effective against filaria, as an emmenagogue and to relieve heart troubles. The leaves are believed to have febrifugal properties. Ash of Amaranthus viridis plant is rich in soda and occasionally used to make soap.

Amaranthus viridis has been used in Indian and Nepalese traditional system to reduce labour pain and act as an antipyretic (Kirtikar and Basu, 1987). The Negritos of the Philippines apply the bruised leaves directly to eczema, psoriasis and rashes etc. (Quisumbing, 1951).

Other traditional uses range from an anti-inflammatory agent of the urinary tract, venereal diseases, vermifuge, diuretic, anti-rheumatic, antiulcer, analgesic, antiemetic, laxative, improvement of appetite, antileprotic, treatment of respiratory and eye problems, treatment of asthma (Anonymous, 1988; Arshad and Khan, 2000).

Furthermore, the plant possesses antiproliferative and antifungal properties as well as production of ribosome inactivating protein, β-carotene (Kaur et al, 2006; Sena et al, 1998) and antiviral activities (Obi et al, 2006).

Due to the fact that Amaranthus viridis (Tete abalaye) has a higher medicinal value, I will go for it anytime any day.

China has officially unveiled its 6th Generation Fighter Jet – the powerful and stealthy J-36!

It's way faster and more advanced than the US B-2 B0mb£r, which was used in the recent Wahala with Iran .
The J-36 marks a major leap in military aviation.

Featuring cutting-edge stealth tech, a trijet design, and Mach 2+ capabilities, this wahala machine is turning heads globally.

China just rewrote the rules of air c0mbat

NEVER EVER FORGET THESE POWERFUL POINTS IN LIFE!!!

1. Always remember that you can grow without destroying others.

2. Always remember that your dreams can be fulfilled without sabotaging others.

3. Always remember that nobody must go down for you to rise.

4. Always remember that nobody must be shamed or embarrassed for your smile to be sustained.

5. Always remember that while others are rising, you can also rise.

6. Always remember that finding satisfaction in the pain of others will never bring you true happiness.

7. Always remember that what you wish others is a prayer for yourself.

8. Become the good fire that genuinely lights up others, not one that ruins the joy, goodwill, and expectation of others.

9. Never take delight in causing pain or sponsoring the tears of another.

10. Allow the true FEAR OF GOD to guide your days, STRENGTHEN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS and SET YOUR COURSE.

This is the path to true peace, lasting influence and meaningful living! Please Be guided accordingly.

FIFTY MILLION NIGHTS
PART 4
The silence after Malik’s furious departure pressed down on Olivia like a physical weight. She stayed curled on the freezing floor, replaying the terrifying encounter. His icy rage. The discarded threat. That frozen, inexplicable moment when his eyes locked onto her lips. And the final, shocking slam against the wall. He wasn't just cold; he was a volcano beneath ice.
Hours bled into the night. The untouched food was a cold monument to her defiance. The clean dress mocked her resolve. Hunger gnawed, sharp and insistent. Thirst parched her throat. The cold seeped into her bones. She stared at the city lights, but the defiant spark felt distant, buried under a crushing wave of exhaustion and dread. Forty-five hours… then what? Discarded?l
A harsh, electronic buzz shattered the silence. Not the door. A sleek black phone, previously unnoticed on the stark bedside table, lit up with a pulsing green light. Olivia stared at it, heart lurching. Who? Emeka?
She scrambled across the cold floor, grabbing the heavy device. It wasn’t locked. A single notification: 1 New Voicemail.
Her fingers trembled as she pressed play, holding the phone tightly to her ear.
"Livy?" Emeka’s voice, thick with tears and static, flooded the line. The sound, so familiar, so *broken*, tore through her. Hope, desperate and foolish, flared. "Livy, I’m… I’m so sorry. So, so sorry." He choked on a sob. "I saw the news… about your flat. The door… Oh God, Livy, they took you! They took you because of me!"
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, tears welling. "Emeka, where *are* you?" she whispered uselessly to the recording.
"I tried, Livy. I swear I tried to get the money. I went everywhere. Called everyone. Fifty million… it’s impossible. They… they know people. Powerful people. Every door slammed shut." His voice cracked. "They’ll kill me if I show my face. They’ll kill you if I don’t pay." A long, shuddering breath. "I can’t… I can’t save you, sis. I’m so sorry. I’m a coward. A failure. I… I have to disappear. Really disappear this time. Don’t try to find me. Please… just… try to survive. I’m so sorry. For everything."
Click. The line went dead. Silence roared back, louder than before.
Olivia dropped the phone. It clattered on the stone floor. She didn’t hear it. Emeka’s words echoed in the vast, empty space of her prison and the even vaster emptiness opening up inside her.
"I can’t save you."
"I have to disappear."
"Try to survive."
He’d abandoned her. Her own brother. Left her alone in the lion’s den. The last fragile thread of hope snapped. The defiance, the anger, the spark she’d clung to… it crumbled to ash. A sob ripped from her throat, raw and ugly. She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking back and forth on the cold floor. Defeated. Utterly, completely defeated.
Malik Adebayo owned her. Body and soul. And Emeka had just signed the deed.
The click of the door lock sounded different this time. Softer. Final. Olivia didn’t scramble up. She didn’t lift her head. She sat slumped against the metal door, her face buried in her knees, the cold stone leaching the last warmth from her. She’d been crying for hours. She had no tears left. Just a hollow, aching void.
Malik stood in the doorway. He didn’t enter immediately. His gaze swept the room – the untouched food, the pristine dress, the discarded phone, the broken woman huddled on the floor. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his dark eyes. Not triumph. Something… colder. More assessing.
He stepped inside. The door slid shut. He walked towards her, his polished shoes clicking softly. He stopped a few feet away, looking down at her crumpled form.
"Your brother called," he stated, his voice flat, devoid of inflection. It wasn’t a question.
Olivia flinched but didn’t look up. The shame of Emeka’s betrayal was a fresh wound.
"He expressed his… regrets," Malik continued, his tone dry as dust. "And his inability to fulfill his obligation. He has chosen… disappearance." He paused. "That leaves you, Olivia Okoro. Solely responsible for fifty million Naira."
The weight of the number, the finality of Emeka’s abandonment, pressed down on her. She felt small. Worthless. Broken, just as Malik had said. She managed a tiny, jerky nod, her forehead still pressed against her knees.
Silence stretched. Malik didn’t move. She could feel his gaze on her, heavy and analytical.
"Broken things get discarded," he repeated softly, the words like shards of ice. "But sometimes," he added, a note of chilling practicality entering his voice, "even broken things can have… residual value. If they prove useful."
Olivia slowly, painfully, lifted her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen, empty. She looked up at him, the man who held her life in his hands. "What do you want?" Her voice was a rasp, barely audible.
Malik tilted his head, studying her defeated posture, the dead look in her eyes. He seemed satisfied. The spark of defiance was truly extinguished. "A deal," he said simply.
He pulled a single sheet of crisp, expensive paper from his inside jacket pocket. He didn’t hand it to her. He held it where she could see. Neat, typed lines.
"You work for me," he stated. "You repay the debt. With labor. With loyalty. With absolute obedience." His dark eyes pinned hers. "You serve until the debt is cleared. Every kobo."
"What… what kind of work?" Olivia whispered, a new kind of dread coiling in her stomach.
Malik’s lips thinned. "You will work at Eclipse. My nightclub. You will tend bar. You will serve patrons. You will do whatever is required of you, efficiently and without complaint." He paused, his gaze sharpening. "You will be transported to and from the club daily. You will be accompanied at all times by my men. Inside the club. Outside. Everywhere. They are your shadow. Your protection," his voice hardened, "and your guarantee."
Armed men. Guards. Wardens. Always watching. Olivia swallowed hard, the hollowness filling with a cold, heavy sludge of resignation. A servant. A prisoner in a different uniform.
"The terms are non-negotiable," Malik continued, his voice final. "You agree to this, you live. You work. You repay. You refuse…" He let the sentence hang, the unspoken threat of discarded echoing louder than words. He held out a sleek black pen.
Olivia looked at the contract. At the impossible number. At the pen. She thought of Emeka’s cowardly voice. Of the cold river. Of the dark cell. Of being discarded. There was no fight left. Only survival. A bleak, terrifying survival.
Her hand trembled violently as she reached out. Her fingers brushed the cold metal of the pen. She looked up at Malik Adebayo one last time. His face was impassive, a mask carved from stone. No pity. No warmth. Only the cold calculation of a businessman securing an asset.
With a breath that felt like her last, Olivia Okoro took the pen. She didn’t read the contract. What choice did she have? She found the line at the bottom, marked with an ‘X’. Her hand shook so badly the first attempt was just a smear. She steadied it, pressing down with all her strength.
Olivia Chiamaka Okoro.
The signature looked small. Defeated. The final surrender.
Malik plucked the contract and pen from her numb fingers. He glanced at the signature, a ghost of something – satisfaction? – flickering in his eyes before vanishing. He folded the paper precisely and slid it back into his pocket.
"Report to the main room at 8 PM," he ordered, his voice crisp. "You will be fitted for your uniform. Your duties begin tonight."
He turned and walked to the door without another glance. It slid open. He paused, just for a second, his broad back to her. "Welcome to the Syndicate, Olivia," he said, his voice devoid of any welcome. "Remember your place. And your shadows."
He stepped through. The door hissed shut. The lock clicked with terrifying finality.
Olivia stared at the blank metal door. The hollowness returned, deeper now. She was no longer just collateral. She was property. Indentured. Owned.
She looked down at her hand, still faintly stained with ink. The signature of her defeat. The beginning of her sentence. The city lights blurred outside the unbreakable glass, indifferent to the bargain just made in the gilded cage.
Survival had a taste. It tasted like ash, and ink, and the bitter dregs of betrayal.

BREAKING NEWS: Nigeria has been ranked as the third most powerful military force in Africa according to the 2025 Global Military Strength Index released by Global Firepower (GFP).

This is America's B-2 bomber, used to bomb Iran’s nuclear sites. It was designed to mimic a falcon and is considered the most powerful bomber on Earth

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I was going to cry when I read this speech from the Prime Minister of Israel Benjamin Netanyahu, but at the end I said, "Glory to the God of Israel"

Let's read together:

Mr. Netanyahu said:
Only 70 years ago! The Jews were taken to sl@ughter like sheep.
60 years ago!
no country. No Army.

Seven Arab countries declared w@r on the small Jewish state, only a few hours after its creation!
we were 650,000 Jews ag@inst the many millions in the Arab world!

There was no strong IDF(Israel Defense Forces).

No powerful air force to save us but only brave Jewish people with nowhere else to go.
Lebanon, Syria, Iraq, Jordan, Egypt, Libya, Saudi Arabia all attacked at the same time.
the country that the United Nations gave us was a 65 % desert.

35 years ago! We føught the three most Powerful armies in the middle east, and we swept them in six days.

We fought against various coalitions of Arab countries, which had modern armies and many Soviet weèàpons, and we have always beaten them!

Today we have:

a State (Country)
an Army,
a Powerful Air Force,
A State-of-the-Art Economy with exports worth billions of dollars.
Intel - Microsoft - ibm & many high-tech companies develop cutting edge products in Israel
our doctors receive awards for medical research.
we make the desert bloom, and sell oranges, flowers and vegetables all over the world.

Israel has sent its own satellites into space!

three satellites at the same time!
We are proud to be at the same rank as:
The United States, which has 250 million inhabitants,
Russia, which has 200 million inhabitants,
China, which has 1.3 billion inhabitants;
Europeans - France, Great Britain, Germany - with 350 million inhabitants.
the only countries in the world to send objects into space!

and s@y that ønly 60 years ago,
we were led, ashamed and hopeless, to slaughter!
we havé experienced the smok!ng ruins of Europe,
we have won our wars here in Israel . #fyp #ad #fypシ゚viralシ #LongTermWealth #investing

PASSION
LEAVE PASSION AND FOCUS ON MAKING MONEY

Passion is 'POWERFUL' but poverty is louder, and no matter how FULFILLED you may feel doing what you love, if it's not FUNDING your life, you'll end up become BROKE, FRUSTRATED and STUCK in a circle that doesn't serve you or the people you're meant to help.

When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

I was reading a book called Your Brain on P*rn by Gary Wilson a few weeks ago... and let me just say, I haven't looked at my phone the same since, am still reading ,
The man explained things I wish I knew at 13. He said your brain reacts to p*rn the same way it reacts to cocaine.

Like, your neurons are not even being humble about it. The brain literally goes, “Ooooh dopamine!” and rewires itself to chase that high like rent is due.

It hit me deep when he said this generation isn’t just struggling with lust, we’re struggling with hijacked reward systems.

That’s why you can’t focus, can’t connect, can’t sleep, can’t love, your brain is fried, not broken.
And it’s not just science talking. I went into a rabbit hole after that.
Do you know centuries ago, philosophers were already warning about this stuff?

There’s a quote often attributed to ancient empires that said:
“If you want to destroy a nation, flood it with n*dity and broken families.
The rest will fall by itself.”
Even the Indian spiritualists and monks, people who’ve meditated more hours than I’ve been alive, said this centuries ago.

They warned that s*xual energy, if not respected, can ruin the strongest men and even empires.

These guys would fast, meditate, avoid eye contact, and sit under trees for 30 years just to avoid what some of us casually open on lunch break
They weren’t being dramatic. They were protecting their minds.

Because the mind is the battlefield, and p*rn is an invisible weapon.
Silent. Shameful. Easy to access. Hard to unsee.

I was addicted for years. Not because I wanted to be, but because I was lonely. Empty. Bored. Angry.
And it felt like the easiest escape.

I didn’t need to talk to anyone. Just click, scroll, watch, hide. Until hiding became a lifestyle.
But healing started when I realized:
I wasn’t just watching p*rn.
I was avoiding pain.

I was feeding my lust and starving my soul.
I was substituting quick pleasure for real purpose.
And slowly, I was losing me.
So I made some changes.
I blocked sites.

Deleted apps.
Got accountability.
Started journaling.
Working out.
Learning.
Creating.
Reading.

And building a life that doesn’t need escapism.
Listen p*rn is not just “bad for you.”
It’s a system built to keep you distracted, addicted, emotionally numb, and spiritually weak.
If you think it’s “just entertainment,” congrats. That’s exactly what the billion-dollar industry wants you to believe.
You don’t have to be perfect. But you owe it to yourself to be free.
This is your wake-up call.
You are more than a slave to pixels.
You are powerful.
Gifted.
Creative.
Loved.
And your mind was built to dream, not just scroll.

F O L L O W Blessed Mike

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#DigitalDetox
#HealingIsRevolutionary #SelfControlIsSexy #NotEveryPrisonHasBars
#highlightseveryone
#BlessedNation