Good morning my beloved friends that power that wake you up these morning successfully shall make you to succeed in all your endeavours these day in Jesus mighty name I pray amen

💍 His Wife Wet the Bed on Their Wedding Night—And Then This Happened - Episode 4 👵 His Mother Moved In—and Tried to Take Over the Marriage… After weathering therapy, emotional breakdowns, and late-night phone drama, Obiora and Christy were finally in sync again. The house was filled with peace. Laughter. Warmth. Even the neighbors had started calling them “that sweet couple.” But in Nigeria, peace is often short-lived when family gets involved. It all started with a phone call. “Mama’s not feeling too strong,” Obiora told Christy one evening. “Doctor says she should be around people. I think she should come stay with us for a few weeks.” Christy smiled and nodded. “Of course. She’s welcome anytime.” She meant it too. She loved Mama Ngozi—or at least, the version she knew from wedding ceremonies and video calls. What she didn’t realize was… Mama Ngozi was a full-force hurricane in a gele. The moment she entered the house, the atmosphere shifted. “Ehn, so this is how you people live?” she said, scanning the living room like a general inspecting troops. “This chair is not facing the TV properly. And this flower? Haba. Artificial? In my son’s house?” Christy laughed it off. She thought it was cute. For the first two days. But then Mama started waking her up at 5 a.m. to pray. Then came the cooking. “You young girls don’t know how to cook soup again. Christy, give me that pot. You’re stirring it like you’re mixing paint.” Christy bit her tongue. She tried. Really tried. Until the ultimate line dropped during one Sunday lunch. Mama Ngozi turned to Obiora and said in Igbo—loud enough for Christy to hear: “If you had married that Ada girl from the village, you would be eating fresh pounded yam every day, not this microwave love.” Christy’s fork paused mid-air. Her chest tightened. Obiora caught the moment. He saw the pain in Christy’s eyes. And for the first time since Mama arrived, he spoke up. “Mama, please. Respect my wife.” The room fell silent. “She may not pound yam or wake up before the cock crows, but this woman held me down when I was broken. You’re my mother, and I love you—but this is our home. Not your battleground.” Mama gasped like she’d been shot. “So you’re choosing a woman over me, Obiora?” “I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing my marriage.” Mama stood. Packed her things. And went to stay with Obiora’s older sister “for just a few days.” She didn’t speak to him for a week. Christy, shaken but grateful, turned to her husband that night. “Thank you,” she whispered. Obiora pulled her close and smiled. “You don’t leave someone you pray for, remember?” They laughed through tears. 💬 When parents clash with your spouse—who do you stand with? Can there be balance without disrespect? Let’s talk in the comments.👇 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 📌 Just follow, like and comment

SHE HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE THEN THIS HAPPENED …… Episode 2✅ And then she saw two bold pink lines. Positive. Joy froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She was pregnant. She pressed a hand to her stomach trying to make sense of it. A life was growing inside her. Lawrence Johnson's child. Tears welled in her eyes. What was she going to do? For the next few days, Joy couldn't sleep. Her mind kept racing with one question. Should she tell him? She didn't even have his phone number. The only way to reach him was through his company, Johnson Group. After struggling with the decision, she finally gathered the courage to go to his office. The Johnson Group building in Leosville was a towering glass structure that seemed to touch the sky. Inside, everything was sleek and polished, filled with expensive suits and the sound of heels clicking on marble floors. Joy felt small. She approached the front desk, her hands clenched into fists. I need to see Mr. Lawrence Johnson, she said trying to keep her voice steady. The receptionist, a tall woman with a tight bun and an even tighter expression, gave her a disbelieving look. Do you have an appointment? Joy hesitated. No, but it's important. Please, I just need a few minutes. The receptionist sighed loudly, tapping on her keyboard. Mr. Johnson doesn't meet people without an appointment. If you'd like to book one, the earliest available date is three months from now. Joy's heart sank. Three months? By then, she would already be showing. There's no way to see him sooner? She asked, desperate. The woman gave her a sharp look. Ma'am, Mr. Johnson is not someone you can just walk in and see. If you don't have an appointment, I suggest you leave. Joy stared at her, feeling a lump form in her throat. So this was how it was. She had been nothing to him that night, and now she couldn't even get five minutes of his time. She turned away slowly, feeling defeated. But as she reached the door, another thought hit her. Even if she did manage to tell Lawrence, what would he think? That she was trying to trap him. That she wanted his money. Joy's stomach twisted. She had already seen what he thought of women like her. He left her money on the nightstand like she was a prostitute. He would never believe she wasn't trying to use this pregnancy against him. And honestly, she didn't want anything from him. She didn't need his money. She didn't need his name. She would raise this baby on her own. Taking a deep breath, Joy walked out of Johnson Group, her decision made. She would never reach out to him again. He would never know about this child. She would be both mother and father. She didn't need him. She never had. And so, Joy disappeared from Lawrence's world, taking their child with her. After much thought joy had to resign from her work inorder to take care of herself and her unborn son . It was a really tough moment for her as she didn’t have any single money to even feed . At a time she considered committing an Abortion but her conscience wouldn’t let her The only person she could confined in was her old mother who accepted her whole heartedly and tried to ease the burden from her shoulders . Her mother despite her old age still took extreme care of her daughter and her unborn child . Joy and her mother would normally sit outside under the mango tree every evening to gist and talk about past events of the day but one day joy decided to bring up the idea of aborting the child her mother looked at her sternly ,Joy ,joy joy how many times did I call you Don’t make the mistake of terminating the blessing that God had sent you After saying this she stood up and went into her room to sleep leaving joy thinking to herself . She finally concluded within her not to terminate the child as it could be what God has destined . One day as joy was sweeping the front yard of their hut ,she started to feel a sharp pain at her abdomen region , she screamed in pain as her mother rushed out Her mother quickly called some men to help her and they rushed joy to the nearest hospital Push !! Push !!, The doctors voice was heard from the labour room Her mother just sat in the waiting room praying silently to herself 30 minutes later the doctor came out with a wide smile on his face He looked at joy’s mother and said happily Congratulations mama ,your daughter has just given birth to a bouncing baby boy Joy’s mother had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she rushed in to see her daughter smiling at her while holding her son She couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged her daughter graciously Mama ,Joy called out ,meet Noah your grandson who is going to wipe both your tears and mine away . FIVE YEARS LATER The streets of Leosville bustled with life, filled with the sound of honking cars, people bargaining in open-air markets, and the distant hum of construction sites. The city had grown, just as Noah had. At just five years old, Noah Daniels was a ball of energy. His bright eyes shone with curiosity and his laughter was contagious. He was the reason Joy Daniels kept pushing forward every single day. She had worked hard over the years, climbing her way up in the interior design industry. Though she didn't have her own company yet, she had made a name for herself. Clients admired her work, and she was proud that she had built a stable life for Noah without anyone's help. She didn't need Lawrence Johnson. She had erased him from her life. But fate had other plans. It was a warm afternoon, and Joy had promised Noah a trip to Royal Crest Mall, one of the most luxurious shopping centres in Leosville. The mall was owned by none other than Johnson Group. But Joy didn't think much of that. She had long stopped worrying about Lawrence crossing paths with her. He probably wouldn't even remember her, so what were the chances? Noah ran ahead excitedly, tugging on Joy's hand as they passed through the mall's food court. Mommy, can I have ice cream? he asked, his big brown eyes filled with hope. Joy smiled. Okay, okay. Just one scoop. She led him to a small ice cream stand, waiting as the vendors scooped vanilla into a cup. Noah grinned, happily digging in as they continued walking. It was supposed to be just another normal day. Until she heard a voice. A voice that made her entire body freeze. Across the mall, standing in front of a row of luxury stores, Lawrence Johnson stood with a men in suits. He was doing his routine property inspection, something he rarely had time for, but today he had decided to visit the mall personally with his management staff. As he listened to his assistant discuss sales figures, his gaze casually swept across the food court. And then he saw the child. A small boy. Dark curly hair. A sharp jawline. A face that looked almost exactly like his own. Lawrence stopped breathing. The resemblance was too strong to ignore. His heart pounded as he watched the boy take a bite of his ice cream, laughing as his mother wiped a smudge off his cheek. And then, his eyes shifted to the woman holding the boy's hand. Something flickered in his mind, a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. Where had he seen her before? Who was she? And why did her son look exactly like him? Before he knew what he was doing, Lawrence started walking toward them. Joy was laughing at something Noah had said when she felt a presence behind her. A dark, powerful presence. She turned, and her heart dropped. TBC…. Please let’s endeavour to react 🤲❤️

Pray without seasoning my people

Fear is a negative spirit energy it is the weapon of the enemy when they project an evil towards you maybe through dream if by mistake you allowed the spirit of fear attached to dream to enter your mind it will weaken you and your enemy will chain you and take you away but when ever you face any spiritual or physical challenge embrace the spirit of boldness stand against it through prayer and through other positive method and you will be fine

In this new week, I pray your business flourishes. I pray customers pile up on your behalf to buy from you. I pray you make so much money, much more than you’ve ever made. This week is all about business expansion. Your business will expand this week beyond your expectation. Happy new week

“Don’t settle for someone who tolerates you. Wait for the one who celebrates you.” - Bimbo Odukoya Whenever I remember this quote by the late Bimbo Odukoya, it fires me up. Too many people are stuck in situationships, or what they consider relationships where they are merely tolerated. They walk on eggshells. They shrink themselves. They over-explain, over-apologise, and over-perform just to feel enough. In a relationship, when you are being tolerated, it feels like you’re an inconvenience. Like your existence is being managed, not embraced. And that is not love. That’s endurance. That’s someone folding their arms, watching the clock, waiting for the version of you that’s easier for them to handle. Now contrast that with being celebrated. Celebration looks like someone who lights up when they see you. Someone who leans in to understand you, not just put up with your complexities. Someone who thanks God for you, prays with you, laughs with you, and sees your presence as a gift, not a burden. Real love doesn’t make you feel hard to love. It doesn’t reduce you to your flaws or make you question your worth every two weeks. And no, waiting for that kind of love is not asking for too much. It’s asking for what’s healthy. What’s God-ordained. What’s sustainable. So, if you’re in a relationship where you feel like someone is just “managing” you, I challenge you to ask yourself this: Why am I settling for survival when I was created for a wholesome love experience? Kai. And you see this type? It is not forced. If it is there, it’s there. If it is not there, it is not there. The love that celebrates you exists. But sometimes, God can’t release that person because you’re still busy holding on to the one who only tolerates you. Please, choose someone that celebrates you. Choose a love that makes you feel like you’re home, not a guest overstaying their welcome. You are not too much. You are not a burden. You are a person to be loved loudly, fully, intentionally. Wait for that. And while you wait, become that for yourself first.

GREAT WISDOM FOR VICTORIOUS LIVING. 1. The less you say, the more your words will matter. Choose your words wisely. In a noisy world full of opinions, wisdom is often found in silence and thoughtful speech. Be known for words that uplift, not for words that merely fill the air. 2. Don't take everything personally. People have their own battles and burdens. Most aren’t thinking about you as much as you think. Learn to let things go, and choose peace over unnecessary offense. 3. Focus on possibilities, not problems. Your mindset shapes your destiny. A problem-focused life creates fear and limits, but a possibility-driven mind sees open doors in every difficulty. Be solution-oriented. 4. Your struggle is shaping you. Pain is a part of growth. What you’re going through today might be the very thing that prepares you for what you prayed for tomorrow. Keep moving forward. 5. There’s a reason behind every connection. Some people come to teach you, some to test you, and others to build you. And sometimes, you are sent into someone’s life for those same reasons. Learn to discern the difference. 6. Dare to try new things. Staying in your comfort zone is easy, but greatness lives outside it. Explore, learn, and experience life beyond the familiar. Every risk carries a reward, even if it’s a lesson. 7. Emotional pain is real. Being ignored by those you care about hurts. Acknowledge it, but don't let it control you. Build emotional resilience. Know your worth doesn't depend on anyone's attention. 8. Appreciate moments while you have them. Today’s ordinary moments will become tomorrow’s treasured memories. Be fully present in your relationships, conversations, and experiences. 9. Gratitude shifts your focus. When you start counting your blessings, your heart finds peace, and your eyes open to new opportunities. A grateful heart makes room for more. 10. Control your words, control your life. Your future is shaped by what you speak. Speak life, hope, and purpose over yourself and others. Don’t let careless words ruin what discipline could have preserved. 11. Life reflects your thoughts. Your mindset determines your outcome. If you see the world as hostile, you’ll live in fear. If you see it as filled with opportunities, you’ll find them. 12. It's not what happens to you, but how you respond. Life is unpredictable. You can’t control everything, but you can control your attitude. A positive, faith-driven response will always position you for growth. 13. You wake up to yourself every day. Be someone you respect when no one’s watching. Integrity and self-respect matter more than public approval. 14. Acts from the heart bring the deepest joy. When you help, love, or serve with sincerity, the fulfillment you gain is priceless. Pursue what adds value to others. 15. Your circle shapes your destiny. Surround yourself with people who inspire, challenge, and uplift you. If you walk with wise people, you’ll grow wiser. Choose relationships intentionally. 16. Knowing yourself unlocks your potential. Self-awareness is a superpower. Understand your strengths, weaknesses, and passions. When you know who you are, you stop living for approval and start living with purpose. Final Thought for the Youth: You are living in a time of endless distractions and options. Wisdom is knowing what to hold on to, what to let go of, and what to reach for. Choose God, choose growth, and choose to live intentionally. “Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” — Proverbs 4:7 May God bless you, guide you, and cause you to thrive.

3 Battles Every Lady Must Win to Succeed in Relationships There are 3 core battles every lady must conquer if she’s going to win in love. Not just any kind of love, but intentional, godly, healthy kind of love that leads to peace, not pain. 1. The Battle Against Low Self-Esteem It starts with you. Not with a man. Not with a proposal. Not even with relationship. YOU. The way you see yourself determines the love you think you deserve. We choose the love we think we deserve. A lady with low self-esteem will overlook red flags just to be chosen. She’ll keep quiet when she should speak up. She’ll tolerate the bare minimum and be so grateful that it was given. And the scary part? She’ll think it’s her fault when things go wrong and try to fix relationships that isn't good for her. Loving yourself means learning to receive love that matches your value, not your w0unds. It’s looking in the mirror and saying, “I am enough, with or without a man.” And most of all, it’s knowing that being single is better than being mistreated. 2. The Battle Against Comparison You scroll through Facebook and IG and see her. The soft life girl. The ring. The candlelight dinner. The captions: “My peace.” “The Odogwu of my life.” “The one that spoils me s!lly.” And just like that, you feel behind. You start questioning your worth. You wonder if there’s something wrong with you. You wonder why your own husband can't take you on vacation. You wonder why your own man doesn't pamper you like the other lady’s man. Always remember that for every post that you see, you are not seeing the full picture of things. You only see what the person wants you to see. Comparison is the stealer of joy. It forces you not to be content, and makes you underappreciate what you have because your eyes are on what you don't have. Many ladies compare themselves with others. There is this hidden competition that makes you want to compare your man, possessions, marriage, and even life with others. Even the Bible says that people who compare themselves with others are not wise. Your story and journey is different. Stop comparing. 3. The Battle Against Deception The d£vil doesn’t come in red horns. He comes in fine suits, sweet words, and deep scriptures. Deception is one of the biggest traps in modern dating. Many ladies fall, not because they’re weak, but because they want to believe the best. They are also driven by fantasy and this makes the lady an easy targ£t. You meet a man who says all the right things: “I’ve been praying for a woman like you…” “I’m not like those other guys…” “I’m ready for marriage…” But talk is cheap. Character is not. Deception often hides behind charm, but if you will pay attention to character, you will be saved. That’s why emotional intelligence and spiritual discernment are non-negotiable. You must test the spirit, not just the vibe you feel. You must question the patterns, not just the potential. So sis, win these three battles not for a man, but for you. Because when you win within, the external will match up.

Cameroon 🇨🇲 has alot of billionaires but they don’t flaunt on social media like Nigerian Most of Cameroonian are rich in silence but it’s difficult to notice.. A typical Cameroonian can walk past with with 5million in their pocket and still look like church rat 🐀 Most people don’t know that the must richest man in central Africa is a Cameroonian And many doesn’t know Samuel Etoo has private jets but the Cameroonian in him won’t let him to flaunt on social media media like Nigerian people And again the most expensive black goalkeeper in the world is a Cameroonian (Andre onana) but still yet he looks like inter quarter boy ,,, the must strongest and richest boxer is also a Cameroonian and also quiet lik a hunter Lastly most Cameroonian entertainers are very rich but they don’t show up.. They rather prefer to be rich in silent 🔕 C Cameroonian we pray for better days 🙌🙌🙌 Don’t forget to follow my page please 🙏

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(PART 3) She Missed Her Interview to Help a Stranger— not knowing It Was Her Rich Mother-in-Law #africantales By the time she arrived at the corporate building, she was out of breath. She hurried inside, clutching her folder tightly. The receptionist, a tall, serious-looking woman, barely glanced at her. “I had an interview scheduled for 8 AM,” Amaka said, panting. “I know I’m late, but it was an emergency. Please, can I still go in?” The receptionist didn’t even flinch. “The interview is over.” Amaka’s heart dropped. “Please,” she begged. “I had to save someone’s life. I can explain.” The receptionist gave her a blank stare. “If you were serious about the job, you would have been here on time.” Amaka felt the lump in her throat grow. “Please, I just need five minutes with the hiring manager,” she pleaded. “Just five minutes.” The receptionist shook her head. “Sorry, ma. No exceptions.” Amaka’s fingers tightened around her folder. She wanted to scream. To cry. To beg. But what was the point? She had already lost. With slow, painful steps, she turned around and walked out. When Amaka got home, she collapsed onto her bed. She tried to hold back the tears. She failed. She had spent so many months struggling, hoping, praying for an opportunity. And when she finally got one, she lost it. Her phone buzzed. It was Daniel. She hesitated before answering. “Hey, love,” he said warmly. “How did the interview go?” Amaka swallowed hard. “I missed it,” she whispered. Daniel’s tone instantly changed. “What? Why?” Amaka took a shaky breath and told him everything. By the time she was done, Daniel was silent. Then he said softly, “I am so proud of you.” Amaka sniffled. “But I lost the job.” “You saved someone’s life,” Daniel said. “That’s more important than any job.” Amaka closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Maybe she had done the right thing. She just wished it didn’t hurt so much. The next morning, Amaka couldn’t stop thinking about the elderly woman she had saved. She decided to go back to the hospital to check on her. But when she arrived, she got a surprise. “The elderly woman?” the nurse asked. “Oh, she was discharged early this morning. Her family came to pick her up.” Amaka frowned. “Oh… okay. Do you know who they are?” The nurse smiled. “Of course. That was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood.” Amaka’s heart stopped. Daniel’s mother. The woman who hated her. Amaka felt dizzy. She had saved the life of the woman who didn’t want her in her son’s life. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Days later, Amaka was talking to Daniel on the phone when he suddenly said something shocking. “My mother wants to meet you.” Amaka almost dropped her phone. “What?” “She had an accident on Monday, and something changed in her. She said she’s ready to meet you.” Amaka’s head spun. This was it. After all the rejection… Grace was finally willing to meet her. Amaka sat in the back seat of Daniel’s car, staring out the window as they drove toward the Wood Mansion. Her heart pounded so loudly, that she could barely hear the sound of traffic outside. She was finally going to meet Grace Wood. For months, Grace had refused to acknowledge her. She had done everything in her power to keep her away from Daniel. Now, suddenly, after the accident, everything had changed. Daniel reached over and squeezed her hand. “Are you okay?” Amaka swallowed hard. Was she? She wasn’t sure. She nodded slowly. “I just… I don’t know what to expect.” Daniel gave her a reassuring smile. “Neither do I. But whatever happens, I’m with you.” Amaka exhaled deeply. She hoped this wasn’t some sort of cruel joke. She had already lost so much because of this family. Now, she was about to walk straight into their world. The Wood Mansion was even more luxurious than she had imagined. As they drove through the massive iron gates, Amaka felt like she had entered a different world. The compound was sprawling, with neatly trimmed hedges and tall palm trees swaying in the breeze. The mansion itself looked like something out of a fairy tale—white pillars, tall glass windows, gold-plated doors. This was power. This was wealth. And she was about to step right into it. The car stopped in front of the grand entrance, and a uniformed driver opened the door for them. Amaka hesitated for a second. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped out. The doors swung open, and a maid led them into a large sitting room. And there, sitting elegantly on a velvet couch, was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood. The moment Grace laid eyes on Amaka, her expression changed. Her eyes widened in shock. Amaka froze. Her hands trembled. For a few seconds, everything was silent. Then Grace whispered, "I know you." Amaka’s heart skipped a beat. Daniel frowned, looking between them. “Mama, what do you mean?” Grace slowly stood up. Her gaze was locked onto Amaka. "You... You saved me." Amaka felt her breath catch in her throat. She had known this moment would come. She had known that Grace would eventually realize who she was. But nothing could have prepared her for the way the older woman looked at her now. With pure, raw emotion. Daniel turned to Amaka, confused. “Wait… what’s going on?” Amaka hesitated, then whispered, "The woman I saved that day… It was your mother." Daniel’s eyes widened. "What?" Grace’s face softened. “I thought I was going to die,” she said quietly. “But you… you held my hand. You fought for me. You saved my life, even though you didn’t have to.” Amaka nodded slowly. “I couldn’t just leave you there.” Grace took a shaky breath. “You gave up your future that day. For a stranger.” For the first time in her life, Chief Mrs. Grace Wood looked… vulnerable. She stepped forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She reached out and took Amaka’s hands in hers. “My daughter…” she whispered. “You saved my life.”