Dis life save,nawaa o, small apple wey Adam eat,na him tings com hard lik dis? Wot if na 5 apple he eat..
Dis life save,nawaa o, small apple wey Adam eat,na him tings com hard lik dis? Wot if na 5 apple he eat..😭😭😭🙆
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THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
PART 6
The morning of Jessica’s birthday dawned bright and golden, but her heart felt heavy.
She sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mr. Scar’s villa, watching the sun rise over Lagos, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the glass. Birthdays had always been a quiet affair in the slums—if they were celebrated at all. Her mother would save for weeks just to buy a small cake, her father would whisper prayers of gratitude over her head, and her siblings would crowd around her, their laughter loud enough to shake their tiny one-room home.
Now, surrounded by luxury, she missed them more than ever.
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
She didn’t hear him enter.
Mr. Scar stood silently, watching her.
He had noticed the change in her these past few days—the way her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, the way she stared at her phone but never dialed, the way she flinched whenever someone mentioned family.
He knew why.
And he had planned something.
Clearing his throat, he stepped forward. Jessica quickly wiped her face, forcing a smile.
"You’re up early," she said softly.
Mr. Scar didn’t respond. Just studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and left.
Jessica’s shoulders slumped.
She shouldn’t have expected anything.
Two hours later, a sleek black dress was delivered to her room.
Silk. Designer. The kind of thing she used to admire in shop windows but could never afford.
A note was pinned to it:
"Wear this. Be ready by 7."
Jessica’s heart skipped.
The restaurant was breathtaking.
An entire five-star venue, emptied of all other guests, decorated in soft gold and white. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light over tables laden with food—not just any food, but her favorites. Jollof rice, peppered snails, even the small coconut cakes her mother used to save up to buy her.
Jessica turned in a slow circle, her mouth open.
"What… is all this?"
Mr. Scar stood beside her, his usual scowl in place, but there was something softer in his eyes.
"You thought I forgot," he said.
It wasn’t a question.
Jessica swallowed. "I didn’t think you… cared."
A muscle ticked in his jaw. Then, so quiet she almost missed it:
"I do."
For the first time in months, Jessica laughed.
Really laughed.
Mr. Scar’s men—usually so intimidating—had awkwardly attempted to decorate, hanging lopsided balloons and streamers. A massive cake was wheeled out, and though Mr. Scar refused to wear the ridiculous paper crown the chef offered, Jessica caught the faintest smirk when she put hers on.
Music played. She danced. And for a few hours, the weight on her heart lifted.
But as the night wound down, a familiar sadness crept back in.
Mr. Scar noticed.
"Come," he said, holding out his hand.
"Where are we going?"
"You’ll see."
The drive was quiet.
Jessica watched the city blur past, her mind racing. They left the bustling streets behind, winding into an upscale residential area—the kind where diplomats and billionaires lived.
Her pulse quickened when the car slowed.
A mansion loomed ahead, its gates ornate, its gardens lush under the moonlight.
"Whose house is this?" she whispered.
Mr. Scar didn’t answer. Just stepped out and offered his hand.
Jessica took it, her legs unsteady.
The doorbell echoed like a gunshot in the silent night.
Jessica held her breath.
Then—
The door opened.
And her mother stood there.
Time stopped.
Jessica’s knees gave out. She collapsed right there on the marble steps, her hands flying to her mouth.
"Mama?"
Her mother’s eyes filled with tears. "My baby!"
Then arms were around her—her mother’s familiar scent, her father’s strong embrace, her siblings’ voices shouting her name as they piled into the doorway.
Jessica sobbed.
They were here. They were healthy. Their clothes were new, their faces fuller, their smiles brighter.
How?
She turned, searching for Mr. Scar.
He stood a few paces back, his hands in his pockets, watching.
And for the first time, Jessica understood.
"You…" Her voice broke. "You did this?"
Mr. Scar shrugged, as if it were nothing. "I had them moved months ago."
Months.
That meant…
He had been taking care of them. All this time.
Jessica’s heart swelled until she thought it might burst.
Her father stepped forward, gripping Mr. Scar’s hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick. "You saved us."
Mr. Scar looked almost uncomfortable. "I don’t like debts."
But Jessica knew the truth.
This wasn’t about debts.
This was about her.
Later, when the tears had dried and the initial shock had worn off, Jessica found Mr. Scar standing alone in the garden.
She approached slowly.
"You never told me," she said.
He didn’t turn. "Would you have believed me?"
"No."
A pause. Then:
"They’re yours," he said gruffly. "The house. The cars. Everything. It’s in your name."
Jessica’s breath caught.
"Why?"
Finally, he faced her. The moonlight caught the scar on his cheek, the gold in his eyes.
"Because you smiled today," he said simply. "I wanted to see it again."
And with that, he walked away, leaving Jessica standing there, her heart in her throat.
As she watched him go, something inside her shifted.
This man—this dangerous, complicated man—had given her more than just a house or a party.
He had given her back her family.
Her happiness.
Himself.
And for the first time, Jessica didn’t just feel gratitude.
She felt love.
TO BE CONTINUED...THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS PART 6 The morning of Jessica’s birthday dawned bright and golden, but her heart felt heavy. She sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mr. Scar’s villa, watching the sun rise over Lagos, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the glass. Birthdays had always been a quiet affair in the slums—if they were celebrated at all. Her mother would save for weeks just to buy a small cake, her father would whisper prayers of gratitude over her head, and her siblings would crowd around her, their laughter loud enough to shake their tiny one-room home. Now, surrounded by luxury, she missed them more than ever. A single tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t hear him enter. Mr. Scar stood silently, watching her. He had noticed the change in her these past few days—the way her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, the way she stared at her phone but never dialed, the way she flinched whenever someone mentioned family. He knew why. And he had planned something. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward. Jessica quickly wiped her face, forcing a smile. "You’re up early," she said softly. Mr. Scar didn’t respond. Just studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and left. Jessica’s shoulders slumped. She shouldn’t have expected anything. Two hours later, a sleek black dress was delivered to her room. Silk. Designer. The kind of thing she used to admire in shop windows but could never afford. A note was pinned to it: "Wear this. Be ready by 7." Jessica’s heart skipped. The restaurant was breathtaking. An entire five-star venue, emptied of all other guests, decorated in soft gold and white. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light over tables laden with food—not just any food, but her favorites. Jollof rice, peppered snails, even the small coconut cakes her mother used to save up to buy her. Jessica turned in a slow circle, her mouth open. "What… is all this?" Mr. Scar stood beside her, his usual scowl in place, but there was something softer in his eyes. "You thought I forgot," he said. It wasn’t a question. Jessica swallowed. "I didn’t think you… cared." A muscle ticked in his jaw. Then, so quiet she almost missed it: "I do." For the first time in months, Jessica laughed. Really laughed. Mr. Scar’s men—usually so intimidating—had awkwardly attempted to decorate, hanging lopsided balloons and streamers. A massive cake was wheeled out, and though Mr. Scar refused to wear the ridiculous paper crown the chef offered, Jessica caught the faintest smirk when she put hers on. Music played. She danced. And for a few hours, the weight on her heart lifted. But as the night wound down, a familiar sadness crept back in. Mr. Scar noticed. "Come," he said, holding out his hand. "Where are we going?" "You’ll see." The drive was quiet. Jessica watched the city blur past, her mind racing. They left the bustling streets behind, winding into an upscale residential area—the kind where diplomats and billionaires lived. Her pulse quickened when the car slowed. A mansion loomed ahead, its gates ornate, its gardens lush under the moonlight. "Whose house is this?" she whispered. Mr. Scar didn’t answer. Just stepped out and offered his hand. Jessica took it, her legs unsteady. The doorbell echoed like a gunshot in the silent night. Jessica held her breath. Then— The door opened. And her mother stood there. Time stopped. Jessica’s knees gave out. She collapsed right there on the marble steps, her hands flying to her mouth. "Mama?" Her mother’s eyes filled with tears. "My baby!" Then arms were around her—her mother’s familiar scent, her father’s strong embrace, her siblings’ voices shouting her name as they piled into the doorway. Jessica sobbed. They were here. They were healthy. Their clothes were new, their faces fuller, their smiles brighter. How? She turned, searching for Mr. Scar. He stood a few paces back, his hands in his pockets, watching. And for the first time, Jessica understood. "You…" Her voice broke. "You did this?" Mr. Scar shrugged, as if it were nothing. "I had them moved months ago." Months. That meant… He had been taking care of them. All this time. Jessica’s heart swelled until she thought it might burst. Her father stepped forward, gripping Mr. Scar’s hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick. "You saved us." Mr. Scar looked almost uncomfortable. "I don’t like debts." But Jessica knew the truth. This wasn’t about debts. This was about her. Later, when the tears had dried and the initial shock had worn off, Jessica found Mr. Scar standing alone in the garden. She approached slowly. "You never told me," she said. He didn’t turn. "Would you have believed me?" "No." A pause. Then: "They’re yours," he said gruffly. "The house. The cars. Everything. It’s in your name." Jessica’s breath caught. "Why?" Finally, he faced her. The moonlight caught the scar on his cheek, the gold in his eyes. "Because you smiled today," he said simply. "I wanted to see it again." And with that, he walked away, leaving Jessica standing there, her heart in her throat. As she watched him go, something inside her shifted. This man—this dangerous, complicated man—had given her more than just a house or a party. He had given her back her family. Her happiness. Himself. And for the first time, Jessica didn’t just feel gratitude. She felt love. TO BE CONTINUED...
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THE AGONY OF THE BENUE STATE PEOPLE
Benue, land of sorrow and pain,
Where blood of innocents stains the ground again.
The cries echo through the night,
As lives are lost, and futures take flight.
Who will save our land from this despair?
Will it be the Governor, SGF, or Federal care?
Will faith leaders step in to calm the strife?
Or will our children continue to lose their life?
The farmers, once proud, now lie in death's cold grasp,
Their villages bleeding, their future aghost.
The land is scarred, the people worn,
Their hearts heavy with grief, their hope forlorn.
We call out for help, for someone to hear,
To save our Benue, to wipe away our tears.
The Agony is real, the pain is true,
Benue State is dying, and nobody's coming through.
Help us spread the word, send out a plea,
To those who can help, to set our people free.
Benue needs a savior, a voice to cry out loud,
To stop the bloodshed, to heal the wounds allowed.
Afodaga Digital Coach and supported by CAP Members.THE AGONY OF THE BENUE STATE PEOPLE 😭😭😭 Benue, land of sorrow and pain, Where blood of innocents stains the ground again. The cries echo through the night, As lives are lost, and futures take flight. Who will save our land from this despair? Will it be the Governor, SGF, or Federal care? Will faith leaders step in to calm the strife? Or will our children continue to lose their life? The farmers, once proud, now lie in death's cold grasp, Their villages bleeding, their future aghost. The land is scarred, the people worn, Their hearts heavy with grief, their hope forlorn. We call out for help, for someone to hear, To save our Benue, to wipe away our tears. The Agony is real, the pain is true, Benue State is dying, and nobody's coming through. Help us spread the word, send out a plea, To those who can help, to set our people free. Benue needs a savior, a voice to cry out loud, To stop the bloodshed, to heal the wounds allowed. Afodaga Digital Coach and supported by CAP Members.0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 105 Views -
20 Sentences I Wish I'd Read Sooner in Life
1. Action is the antidote to anxiety.
2. You get 4,000 weeks if you're lucky. Stop waiting.
3. Notice the people who bring out your favorite version of yourself.
4. You teach people how to treat you by what you tolerate.
5. Growth happens when you do things you feel unqualified to do.
6. "The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek."
7. If you don't schedule your priorities, someone else will.
8. The most dangerous addiction is the approval of other people.
9. Burnout happens when you treat rest as a reward rather than a right.
10. You'll never regret investing in your health, learning, or relationships.
11. Normalize not having an opinion on things you aren't informed on.
12. The only person who's going to magically show up to save you-is you.
13. Your habits are the silent architects of your life.
14. Discipline is choosing what you want most over what you want now.
15. The people who matter won't leave you for having boundaries.
16. Your worth isn't tied to your productivity.
17. Reach out to people just because they crossed your mind.
18. Not everything requires your reaction-silence is a response, too.
19. Action creates motivation-not the other way around.
20. You can literally change your life any day-you can wake up tomorrow and decide that you want something different.20 Sentences I Wish I'd Read Sooner in Life 1. Action is the antidote to anxiety. 2. You get 4,000 weeks if you're lucky. Stop waiting. 3. Notice the people who bring out your favorite version of yourself. 4. You teach people how to treat you by what you tolerate. 5. Growth happens when you do things you feel unqualified to do. 6. "The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek." 7. If you don't schedule your priorities, someone else will. 8. The most dangerous addiction is the approval of other people. 9. Burnout happens when you treat rest as a reward rather than a right. 10. You'll never regret investing in your health, learning, or relationships. 11. Normalize not having an opinion on things you aren't informed on. 12. The only person who's going to magically show up to save you-is you. 13. Your habits are the silent architects of your life. 14. Discipline is choosing what you want most over what you want now. 15. The people who matter won't leave you for having boundaries. 16. Your worth isn't tied to your productivity. 17. Reach out to people just because they crossed your mind. 18. Not everything requires your reaction-silence is a response, too. 19. Action creates motivation-not the other way around. 20. You can literally change your life any day-you can wake up tomorrow and decide that you want something different.
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HOW I MASTERED LOGARITHMS OF NUMBERS LESS THAN 1
If I tell you how I learned logarithms of numbers less than 1, many of you will surely laugh!
In 2017, I started teaching SS3 students after their teacher left the school. Guess the topic I had to continue with? Logarithms of numbers less than 1, a topic I wasn’t even confident in myself.
That day in class, I kept "forming" knowledge and explaining things I knew were 100% wrong. But the students trusted me and that trust was what saved me that day.
The moment I got home, I began researching like mad. The only helpful video I found was of an old Indian woman explaining the topic very well but in Hindi!
I couldn’t understand her words, so I started rewinding and forwarding the video, then eventually muted it and just watched her hand movements carefully.
After studying her method, I practiced and practiced… and by 2:00 am that night, I had mastered logarithms of numbers less than 1.
Moral of the story: Sometimes, as a teacher, you must be a good student first!
Never stop learning.HOW I MASTERED LOGARITHMS OF NUMBERS LESS THAN 1 😅 If I tell you how I learned logarithms of numbers less than 1, many of you will surely laugh! 😂😂 In 2017, I started teaching SS3 students after their teacher left the school. Guess the topic I had to continue with? 👉 Logarithms of numbers less than 1, a topic I wasn’t even confident in myself. That day in class, I kept "forming" knowledge and explaining things I knew were 100% wrong. But the students trusted me and that trust was what saved me that day. 🙈 The moment I got home, I began researching like mad. The only helpful video I found was of an old Indian woman explaining the topic very well but in Hindi! I couldn’t understand her words, so I started rewinding and forwarding the video, then eventually muted it and just watched her hand movements carefully. ✍️ After studying her method, I practiced and practiced… and by 2:00 am that night, I had mastered logarithms of numbers less than 1. 😅🤣 Moral of the story: Sometimes, as a teacher, you must be a good student first! Never stop learning. 🙏1 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 105 Views1
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WEDDINGS
Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together.
Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day.
It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage.
Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later.
Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive.
The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen.
The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day.
It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round.
While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.‼️📌 WEDDINGS Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together. Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day. 💯 ✍️ It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage. ✍️ Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later. ✍️ Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive. ✍️ The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen. ✍️ The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day. ✍️ It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round. ✍️ While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.
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WEDDINGS
Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together.
Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day.
It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage.
Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later.
Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive.
The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen.
The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day.
It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round.
While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.‼️📌 WEDDINGS Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together. Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day. 💯 ✍️ It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage. ✍️ Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later. ✍️ Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive. ✍️ The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen. ✍️ The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day. ✍️ It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round. ✍️ While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.
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WEDDINGS
Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together.
Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day.
It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage.
Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later.
Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive.
The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen.
The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day.
It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round.
While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.‼️📌 WEDDINGS Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together. Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day. 💯 ✍️ It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage. ✍️ Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later. ✍️ Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive. ✍️ The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen. ✍️ The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day. ✍️ It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round. ✍️ While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.
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WEDDINGS
Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together.
Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day.
It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage.
Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later.
Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive.
The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen.
The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day.
It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round.
While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.‼️📌 WEDDINGS Wise and conscious ladies today do not demand luxurious weddings unless they have taken the time to plan for it together. Being happily married is the ultimate goal; the wedding is merely a day. 💯 ✍️ It is wise not to spend millions on a wedding only to lack basic necessities weeks into marriage. ✍️ Avoid impressing others by hosting an extravagant wedding using loaned money that will necessitate repayment later. ✍️ Remember, you are not in competition with anyone regarding whose wedding was the most impressive. ✍️ The most crucial aspect of a wedding is the blessing, not the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen. ✍️ The most important individuals in a wedding are the bride, groom, priest, and parents; others are just to spice the day. ✍️ It is better to have a simple wedding and save the grand celebration for your 10-year anniversary, than the other way round. ✍️ While I am not opposing luxurious weddings for those who can afford them, I am cautioning those who cannot to recognize that a wedding, regardless of how big or small is still a wedding.
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