It is a great art to have an abundance of knowledge and experience...to know the richness of life and yet keep your mind very simple; and you can have a simple mind only when you know how to love.

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*GARRI AND YOUR EYES : THE MYTHS* Does Garri really cause Eye Problem? 👇 📌Cassava tubers usually contain a substance called cyanide. Before cassava is processed into Garri and Fufu, it usually contains cyanide at an unsafe level. This is why you should never consider eating raw cassava. 📌Now, the level of cyanide in cassava depends on the cassava species. The sweet cassava contains a lower level of cyanide, while the bitter cassava is highly rich in cyanide Remember, Garri is gotten through cassava…. 📌Normally, this cyanide is available to protect the cassava plant from herbivores and insects because it’s toxic to them. However, for humans, we are not exposed to this harmful amount of cyanide because of the processed form of cassava we consume. 📌Cassava goes through fermentation, drying, and frying process before we get Garri. These processes help to reduce the cyanide concentration to a harmless level. But what’s the guarantee that all farmers do it the right way? 📌Now, some farmers are not patient enough to go through the normal processes. They may skip some steps or reduce the number of days required for an ideal Garri processing. They probably do this to make their money faster, save time , or reduce stress. 📌When Garri is processed without going through the required steps and processes, the end product will usually contain some unsafe amount of cyanide. If you’ve been taking properly processed Garri, you have nothing to worry about. But if you have been buying a poorly processed Garri, you may have been taking in an unsafe amount of cyanide. 📌If this is consistent, it can lead to poor oxygen supply to eye tissues, leading to severe macular degeneration. 🍭Some symptoms include -Blurry vision - Needing brighter than usual light to read -Difficulty adapting to an environment with low light. You may also be viewing straight lines as though they are bent. 📌Button line Garri does not necessarily blind the eyes, but poorly processed Garri has some negative effects on the eyes and can lead to eye problems. This is strictly due to high cyanide content. Also, it is important to note that cyanide effects can also affect the brain and heart where oxygen is in high demand. I hope our farmers see this and help us do better 🙏 Encourage the ones you know to do it the right way. If you are tired of eating junk disguised as food, it's time to take charge of your kitchen and process these natural foods yourself to be 100% sure of what you are consuming. For protection and cure of your eyesight, embrace Spidex12, Faforon, and Salud tightly. Also take FaforDitoz 3 nights every 2 weeks to mop out free radicals you may have consumed unknownly including cyanide from cassava products ✍️

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The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep. INSPIRATION: Do you ever think that if you become rich, all of your problems would go away? From today’s verse, we learn that wealth brings its own set of anxieties. Fear of theft and loss can rob a rich person of sleep and peace. But the one who is sustained with daily bread from the Lord rests in comfort, knowing that God meets all of his needs. PRAYER: Gracious God, each day You sustain me and my family. Thank You for Your provision, which is always enough. I take comfort in Your faithfulness, and it is with gratitude that I take shelter in the shadow of Your wing. Grow me in contentment, so that You and Your grace may always be sufficient for me. In Jesus’ name, amen.🙏🤲💯📌

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Vanessa and the Blesser with a Potbelly 🤣🤣🤣 In the heart of Soweto, drama was loading like WiFi on Eskom power-saver mode. Mark, the neighborhood slay king, stood by the wall chewing matchstick like he owned Johannesburg. He spotted Vanessa, his long-time crush, walking proudly with a man who looked like he just escaped from a sugar factory stomach out, head shiny, and wearing a belt that was clearly hanging on for dear life.🤣😂🤣🤣😂🤣 Vanessa, Mark shouted. So you dumped me for this sugarloaf of a man just because he’s rich, eeh😂🤣 Vanessa didn’t even flinch. She flipped her wig back and said, Hey Mark, let me tell you. He’s not just rich. He’s also sexy, handsome, and humble. Something you can never spell, even with autocorrect😂🤣🤣 The potbellied man, clearly enjoying the drama, hugged Vanessa tighter and whispered, Babe, please stop insulting me,my ego is still shaking😂🤣😂🤣 Mark stood there frozen like expired polony. The street kids laughed, an old gogo passing by shouted Yoh This generation will humble you and one taxi driver even hooted in support.🤣😂 In South Africa, even if you have six-packs, a BMW mind, and a TikTok account,if you’re broke, love will still pass you like a minibus with no brake🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Vanessa and the Blesser with a Potbelly 🤣🤣🤣 In the heart of Soweto, drama was loading like WiFi on Eskom power-saver mode. Mark, the neighborhood slay king, stood by the wall chewing matchstick like he owned Johannesburg. He spotted Vanessa, his long-time crush, walking proudly with a man who looked like he just escaped from a sugar factory stomach out, head shiny, and wearing a belt that was clearly hanging on for dear life.🤣😂🤣🤣😂🤣 Vanessa, Mark shouted. So you dumped me for this sugarloaf of a man just because he’s rich, eeh😂🤣 Vanessa didn’t even flinch. She flipped her wig back and said, Hey Mark, let me tell you. He’s not just rich. He’s also sexy, handsome, and humble. Something you can never spell, even with autocorrect😂🤣🤣 The potbellied man, clearly enjoying the drama, hugged Vanessa tighter and whispered, Babe, please stop insulting me,my ego is still shaking😂🤣😂🤣 Mark stood there frozen like expired polony. The street kids laughed, an old gogo passing by shouted Yoh This generation will humble you and one taxi driver even hooted in support.🤣😂 In South Africa, even if you have six-packs, a BMW mind, and a TikTok account,if you’re broke, love will still pass you like a minibus with no brake🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER PART 2 Nneka and Ngozi were no longer the teenage girls who once shared a cramped bedroom. Time had shaped them into stunning, elegant women—both beautiful on the outside, but worlds apart where it truly mattered. Nneka had blossomed into everything their parents had ever dreamed of. She graduated top of her class at the University of Lagos, earning a first-class degree in Business Administration. By twenty-five, she was already a rising star at a top financial firm, managing high-profile clients with ease. But Nneka didn’t stop there. Determined to build her own legacy, she launched a luxury skincare line, "Naturé by Nneka," using organic African ingredients. Within a year, her products were stocked in high-end boutiques across Lagos, and her face graced the covers of business magazines. Yet, despite her success, Nneka remained kind. Humble. Generous. She never forgot her family, sending money home every month and even paying for her parents’ new house. And whenever Ngozi called—always with a crisis—Nneka answered without hesitation. "Sis, my rent is due…" "Nneka, I lost my job again…" "Please, just this one time…" Every. Single. Time. Nneka helped. Because that’s what sisters did. Ngozi, on the other hand, had taken a different path. She dropped out of university after two years, blaming "unfair lecturers" and a "toxic environment." She jumped from one job to another—each time getting fired for laziness, tardiness, or attitude. But in Ngozi’s mind, it was never her fault. "They just don’t appreciate me." "Nneka is lucky, that’s all." "If I had her opportunities, I’d be even better." The truth? Ngozi didn’t want to work. She wanted wealth, fame, and admiration—*lwithout the effort. And every time she saw Nneka’s name in the news, every time she heard their parents brag about her, every time a man’s eyes lingered a little too long on her sister—something inside Ngozi twisted deeper. The jealousy was no longer a spark. It was a wildfire. Ngozi had learned to hide her hatred well. She smiled when Nneka visited, hugging her tightly like the loving sister she pretended to be. She laughed at Nneka’s jokes, complimented her outfits, and even helped distribute samples of *Naturé by Nneka* to her friends. But behind that dazzling smile, the truth festered. "Why her?"* Ngozi would seethe in private. "Why does she get everything?" She watched as men fell over themselves to impress Nneka. Watched as her sister’s business grew. Watched as their parents’ eyes lit up the moment Nneka walked into the room. And with each passing day, Ngozi’s envy grew teeth. One evening, Ngozi sat scrolling through Instagram when a post stopped her cold. It was Nneka—glowing in a sleek red dress, standing beside a handsome, wealthy businessman, "Emeka Okoye". The caption read: 💍 "He asked… and I said YES!" 💍 Ngozi’s blood turned to ice. Emeka Okoye wasn’t just any man. He was one of Lagos’ most eligible bachelors—young, rich, and powerful. And now… he belonged to Nneka. Ngozi’s hands shook as she zoomed in on the diamond ring on her sister’s finger. A ring she should have been wearing. A life she should have been living. That night, as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, an idea began to form. A dark, dangerous idea. Because if she couldn’t have Nneka’s life… Maybe she could take it. To Be Continued…)

*PLAN VISIT TO DADDY* Good evening my dear Brothers and Sisters in this noble unit. Trust we are all doing well. There's a proposed planned visit to Daddy at his residence at Apo initiated by the Ushering unit which I will want us to take advantage of. The visit is on Saturday and the meeting place is Apo round about at 10:00 am. Please, we should not be left out in this. There's also a contribution to also give a token. Kindly come with it that day and God will bless you richly in Jesus name. See you on Saturday by 10:00 am at Apo round about or at his residence. God bless you in Jesus name.

If Obi Cubana decides to sell one bottle of his odogwu bitters today at N10million Chief Priest, E-Money, Enviable, Davido etc will patronise him, not because it's the cheapest or the highest in quality. If Obi Cubana is in Owerri today, or have someone he needs to book accommodation for in Owerri, he will look out for Cubana hotels, even if there are other more affordable ones, he will patronise his friend and brother. Then tomorrow when Obi Cubana has an occasion, you will see these guys with gifts, and cash to celebrate themselves, and you will be wondering why? Some would say it's blood money blabalabla. But you, because of a difference of N500 in the price, you would leave your friend and patronise a stranger and then when you have a problem you leave the stranger and run to your friends. When you have a wedding, you invite your friends and expect them to come and do like Obi Cubana's friends. What is the colour of your problem? You are building your house, you have a carpenter as a friend, another one is a painter, the other one sells cement; etc you will abandon them, go and patronise strangers, then on the occasion of the opening of the house, you expect them to come and launch it for you, and if they don't show up, you become offended; are you being serious now? Some friends will not patronise you, even if you sell long life and prosperity. Most of their fears is so that you don't become as rich as they are or even richer than them, as they are always in competition with everyone around them. Change today. If something bad happens to you today, it's still family and friends who would come, start today to patronise your friends, help them grow their business, so that if you park your car, your friends will park theirs too. A POOR NEIGHBOUR IS A DANGEROUS NEIGHBOUR. Written by Ifeanyi Benson. Mine is also to add don't reap off your friends because they want to patronize you. Copied #delandsenator #anambrasouthtransformation #fypシviralシ2024 #newnnewi #fypviralシ #fypシ゚viral #fypシ゚

If education teaches wealth creation why is it that professors are not counted among the riches people in the world🤷🤷🤷