⚔️ The Shortest War in History Lasted Just 38 Minutes Fact: The Anglo-Zanzibar War on August 27, 1896 between the British Empire and the Sultanate of Zanzibar is considered the shortest war in recorded history. Details: It lasted between 38 to 45 minutes before the Sultan surrendered. The British bombarded the palace, and the conflict ended almost immediately.

*SCHOOL WITCHES 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥* *Episode One: The Meat of the Innocent* The sun stood reluctantly over Abuja, its golden face veiled in clouds as if it too dreaded what would unfold at Ivory City College. Chinasa sat quietly at the back seat of her parents' car, fingers twisting the hem of her green skirt, her heart pounding like a caged drum. Her eyes darted from her father’s stern silence to her mother’s gentle hands resting over hers. It was her final year in junior secondary school—JSS Three. The year that mattered. The car rolled to a stop in front of Hostel A, and as the door swung open, her mother stepped out first. Chinasa hesitated. Her father came around, opened her door, and handed her the small purple travel bag. "Chinasa, be strong," her mother whispered as she embraced her tightly, her perfume clinging to Chinasa like a memory that wouldn’t wash off. Tears rolled down her cheek before she could stop them. They waved at her from the car as they drove off, and Chinasa stood frozen, her chest crumbling like dry leaves underfoot. Then came the whirlwind of noise— "Na wa o! Chinasa you dey cry?" She turned. Betty, her wild-haired best friend, sprinted across the hostel lawn, flanked by Asia and Chommy. They wrapped their arms around her, bursting into giggles, teasing and tugging playfully at her braids. Chinasa laughed through tears as they grabbed her boxes and dragged her toward the hostel doors. Inside the large hall, the air was thick with the musty scent of bodies and bunk beds. Over two hundred girls shared the space, giggling, gossiping, some already changing into dorm wear. Asia and Betty helped her unpack, throwing jokes as they folded her clothes into the metal locker beneath the bunk. Then the assembly bell clanged. Like soldiers in chaos, students poured out into the gravel paths, flowing into the giant hall with rusted fans and a faint smell of varnish. On stage stood Mrs. Barbara, headmistress of Ivory City College, a woman known for her thick-rimmed glasses and voice that cracked like thunder. "Welcome to a new term at Ivory City!" she roared. "This is not your village. Obedience is not optional. You are young women being prepared for society!" Behind her stood the new prefects, eyes sharp as hawks. Some students clapped. Some stared like hostages. That evening, the dining hall erupted with madness. Noise bounced from wall to wall. Pantry boys and girls served trays of fried rice and chicken, but order was a myth. Students screamed across tables, fought over meat, some devoured food with open mouths, utensils forgotten. At one corner, Chinasa sat with Betty, Asia, Chommy—and three boys from their class. Among them was Victor, tall, quiet, with a face sculpted like it belonged in a storybook. He stared at Chinasa like he was seeing a spirit. She didn’t notice. From her school bag, she brought out a silver flask, its body smooth and warm from the sun. She opened it, and thick chunks of stewed meat slid out, oily, glistening, spiced. The aroma captured the attention of everyone around her. Asia and Chommy didn’t wait—they scooped pieces greedily, stuffing their mouths. The boys reached for some too. All except Victor. He just watched her. Betty nudged Chinasa. “Why you no go chop your own meat? You dey do fine girl?” “I’m okay with the chicken they gave us,” Chinasa replied quietly. “No try that nonsense,” Betty said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Na my mum prepare this meat for you. Anything I eat, you go eat too.” Chinasa hesitated. The meat looked too rich, too tender to resist. Guilt slid off her like a shawl. She picked a chunk and placed it over her green rice. The first bite melted in her mouth—juicy, buttery, laced with flavors she’d never tasted before. “Betty, this meat is mad o! What meat is this?” Betty grinned. “Human meat.” Chinasa stopped chewing. “What?” “I dey joke jare. It’s from my papa’s ranch. Young bull. Special breed.” Chinasa laughed. “Better talk true. This meat taste like sin.” They all laughed. But shortly after, Chinasa’s vision blurred. The world tilted like a room with a crooked floor. She stood up, mumbling something about needing to rest. The walk to the hostel was like wading through fog. By the time she lay on her bed, her bones felt hollow. Then darkness took her. --- She was flying. Her arms were wings—feathers sprouting from her shoulders. She gasped for air. She wasn’t dreaming; she was moving through night sky, trees rising below like jagged teeth. She slammed into a tree. Pain pierced her chest. She spiraled through the wind like a falling star, unable to scream. She crashed into a forest clearing. The open space was lit by hundreds of fire torches, their flames casting shadows on more than five hundred masked dancers circling a throne carved of skulls and bone. They wore brown ragged clothes, chanted in a language older than pain. The drums shook the ground. White men. Black women. Children. Teenagers. Witches. At the center, on the throne, sat the Queen Mother—masked, unmoving, glowing. “Unmask!” her voice rang like a bell soaked in fire. One by one, the dancers removed their masks. Chinasa gasped. Betty. Asia. Chommy. A teacher from school. A kitchen woman. Even the boy who once cleaned toilets. No. No no no. She turned to run. But something was already behind her. Demons. They flew like bats but had the heads and arms of men. Their skin was scaled like crocodiles. Their eyes were blood red, tongues long and split. They grabbed her and tossed her into the center circle like a ragdoll. “Feed her,” the Queen commanded. “No!” Chinasa screamed, struggling, crying. “I won’t eat!” The demons pried her jaw open. A wet, warm piece of meat was shoved into her mouth. Blood. It was blood. They forced her to swallow. Then everything went black. --- She woke up at 2:03 AM, gasping, drenched in sweat. She felt like she had been beaten with iron rods. Her ribs screamed in pain. Her arms had scratches—fresh, real. Her knees were bruised. “God… what is this?” She leaped from her bunk, her chest pounding. She checked her arms. The marks were still there. Her body had brought the dream into the real world. Outside, the night was silent. Too silent. She looked toward Betty’s bunk. The girl was fast asleep… with a smile on her lips. --- To be continued... IF I can get thirty shares today I'll write three episodes tomorrow

Ephemeral – Synonyms: fleeting, short-lived, temporary, transitory, momentary, brief, passing, evanescent, vanishing, impermanent

*The Harsh Truths About MEN Nobody Wants to Admit* _______________ 1. Men are only loved based on what they provide. A man without money, status, or value is invisible to society—even to his own family. 2. Men don’t get sympathy, only expectations. A struggling man is mocked, not helped. The world doesn’t care about his pain—only his productivity. 3. If a man fails, he is on his own. No safety net, no pity. A failed man is seen as useless, even by those who once praised him. 4. Men are only as good as their last achievement. Your past success means nothing if you can’t maintain it. The moment you fall, you become irrelevant. 5. Nobody teaches men how to deal with emotions. Society says “Be a man,” but never explains how to handle pain, stress, or heartbreak. 6. Men are judged by results, not effort. Nobody cares how hard you try—if you don’t succeed, you’re just making excuses. 7. Men must build themselves from scratch. No handouts, no shortcuts. A man must create his own value or be ignored. 8. Men’s problems are seen as complaints. If a man speaks about his struggles, he’s called weak. If he stays silent, he suffers alone. 9. Men are replaceable. In relationships, jobs, and even families—if a man can’t provide, he’s discarded like an old tool. 10. A man’s worth is always conditional. No matter how much he loves, gives, or sacrifices, his value is always tied to what he can do. This is the brutal reality. A man must level up, stay strong, and never expect handouts. Because in the end… Nobody is coming to save you. Nwamama Austino is my name please follow for more.

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Common signs of a heart attack (also known as a myocardial infarction): Heart attack symptoms can vary between men and women. Women are more likely to experience atypical symptoms such as shortness of breath, nausea, fatigue, and back or jaw pain. Below are the common signs of a heart attack: 1. Chest Pain or Discomfort: A feeling of pressure, tightness, squeezing, or aching in the center or left side of the chest. It may last more than a few minutes or go away and come back. 2. Pain in Other Areas of the Upper Body: Discomfort may spread to the arms (especially the left), back, neck, jaw, or stomach. 3. Shortness of Breath: It can occur with or without chest discomfort. Often feels like you can’t catch your breath even when at rest. 4. Cold Sweat: Sudden sweating that feels more like a cold, clammy sweat. 5. Nausea or Vomiting: Often accompanied by a feeling of indigestion or stomach discomfort. 6. Lightheadedness or Dizziness: You may feel faint, unsteady, or like you’re going to pass out. 7. Fatigue: Unusual or unexplained tiredness, especially in women, which may occur days or weeks before a heart attack. If you or someone else may be having a heart attack, seek emergency medical attention immediately. Time is critical

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YBNL in collaboration with EMPIRE RECORDS collectively put a pulse on Fireboy dml's career when they saw the energy and the way Olamide presented his clique asake to the platform. If you could remember in 2021 when fireboy released his hit song Peru you would know that this dude was cut short of his glory 😔. Bro was on top of the world, even Ed Sheeran had to beg him to let him drop a verse on the remix which later turned to a global pandemic and the city of Peru took the song as their national anthem 🤦. Look at him now bro can't even pull a million streams in 24 hours despite having one of the biggest breakthrough in afrobeats history all because they focused on Asake more than him but still he didn't complain. Peru is among the top 10 most streamed afrobeats songs in history with over 359Million+ streams on Spotify and has gathered over a billion streams on all streaming platforms and even Spotify rates it as number 7 best afrobeats songs in history Fireboy was in competition with Rema but look at the gap today, his last album didn't even appear in any global chart's and it didn't even climbed to number 1 on NG Apple music top 100 album chart 🤦. Dml's career is messed up and his still not complaining you know why coz he learned from a legend Olamide Baddoo his boss who gives others the chance to grow despite the fact they were given the spotlight to shine 🫂. Asake who came to YBNL to meet fireboy has tasted everything we all thought fireboy would taste but bro stayed calm and supposed Asake ☺️ when he needed it. Sometimes it's better to join hands and elevate others to shine rather than been selfish because you're up there and i hope i had educated someone today 😊.

In 2014, André Schurrle won the World Cup with Germany scoring 3 goals, and assisting the winning goal in the final 🏆🇩🇪 Just 9 years later, he had retired from football at 29 years-old. Since then he found a new direction in his life; the Wim Hof Method, one of the most difficult endurance challenges in the world. He climbed up the Sniezka Mountains, the highest point in the Czech Republic (1630m above sea level), with no T-shirt and just shorts on. 😳❄️ 🗣️Schürrle: "The last minutes I couldn't feel anything and I had to find something deep inside me to keep going. An experience I will never forget! -19 degrees, 100 km/h wind in our faces, heavy snow and rain. What I learned... my body and I are stronger than I thought if I put my mind and soul into it I can do it all."🥶

Seven Pillars of wisdom are: 1) Purity ( clean) 2) Peace ( peace in heart) 3) Gentleness ( being gentle) 4) Humanity ( being willing in obeying ) 5) Mercy ( being a merciful person) 6 ). Faithfulness ( consistency 7) Truth ( being sincere) Seven lesson of Solomon 1) Fear God 2) Money and position are not the ultimate goal 3) Relationship is a essential 4) Time (precious time) 5) pride (be mindful of pride) 6) life is short and it certain 7) Wisdom is the principal thing

Good morning God's beloved. Thank God for making us see the last Monday of July 2025. Today, by the blood of Jesus Christ, I declare that whatever has been missing in your family has been found. Every mysterious disappearance of things has stopped. I call back into your life, all that the thief stole from you whether due to ignorance, disobedience to God's word or demonic covenants. Any covenant entered by your forefathers, that is speaking against your family, I declare it shut out and blotted out forever by the blood of Jesus Christ. Your turn to dance the dance of David has come. Now, I wear you your garment of joy. Now I wear you your dancing shoes. I declare, let the celebrations begin. Let the drum of heaven begin to play for you now. Nothing will stop your joy. Nothing will stop your promotion. Nothing will cut your life short. Enjoy a MIRACLE-LADEN MONDAY.