POOR GIRL WAS FIXING HER MAKEUP IN A CAR WINDOW UNAWARE SOMEONE WAS WATCHING Mara stood by the roadside, squinting into the tinted window of a sleek black car. Her reflection stared back, smudged and tired. She dabbed on cheap lipstick and patted her cracked powder compact, trying to look presentable before catching the bus home. She had just finished cleaning offices downtown—her part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed. #stargt She didn’t care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didn’t know was that someone was inside. Liam sat silently in the back seat, watching her with curious eyes. A billionaire known for his ruthless business deals and cold demeanor, he wasn’t easily impressed. But there was something about this girl. The way she pouted at her reflection, the determined strokes of her lipstick, the innocence in her eyes. She had no idea someone was watching… and that someone was him. As she adjusted her scarf and stepped back, Mara caught a strange movement in the glass. Her heart skipped. She leaned closer—and froze. A man was inside, staring right at her. “Oh my God…” she gasped, stumbling back. “I’m so sorry!” She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her. “Hey, you. What’s your name?” Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that before—without mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do. “…Mara,” she replied, voice barely above a whisper. Liam stepped out of the car, tall and commanding. His eyes studied her like she was a puzzle. “Do you always use strangers’ cars as mirrors?” he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips. Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. “Only when I can’t afford a real one.” That confidence… unexpected, unpolished. It made Liam smile for the first time in days. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek business card, handing it to her. “You’re bold. I like that. Come work for me.” Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank? “W-Work? As what?” “My personal assistant.” She stared at him, speechless. Was he serious? What did a billionaire want with a girl who cleaned floors for a living? But Liam was already leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world. That night, Mara didn’t sleep. The card sat on her small table, almost glowing. Her entire world had shifted with a single sentence. The next morning, she called the number. Liam’s assistant answered instantly. “Mr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?” Her heart pounded. She walked into Liam’s company—towering glass walls, sharp-dressed workers, luxury dripping from every corner. And there she was, in her only clean dress, shoes that had seen better days. When she entered his office, Liam didn’t look surprised. “I want you as my personal assistant,” he repeated, calmly. “I-I don’t have any qualifications,” she stammered. “I’m not hiring a degree,” he said, leaning forward. “I’m hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.” Mara swallowed hard. “Unless…” Liam added with a teasing smile, “you’d prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?” Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew was—her life was about to change. And it all began with a little makeup and the wrong window. 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 Follow Me for more stories! ✨ To be continued… #africanfolktales #storytime #culture #africanstories #moralstories #folktales #folklore #folk #africanstorytellerafricantales #tales #africanfolklore #nigerianfolktales #africanfolktalesbyada #africanhistory #africanheritage #prophecy #viralvideo #viralvideos #viralshorts #trending #trend #trendingvideo #story #Storytelling

For those who rocked their childhood in the 70s, 80s and 90s. How can you ever forget those good old days? where they spent most of there "growing up" life there and dey are very proud of there humble beginnings .. a time when everyone treated each other like family, dey went outside to play in the streets, played ema baba 😂😂 and climbed trees. Dey didn't eat fast food ....dey ate Groundnuts, Kulikuli, Puff Puff, Buns, agidi jollof with biscuit bone, choco milo sweets, Nasco or cabin biscuits and home made food and we got ice cream from the ice-cream man tied in a polythene bag. Dey played ten-ten, Suwe, game boy, hide and seek(bojo bojo), street football, tinkutinku little star, table soccer, kite, koso, open kolo, mama n papa, in and out police and thief, Pepsi Pepsi cola, etc. And then enjoyed visiting there neighbors, Families and friends. There was no bottled water , dey drank water from the tap or bought Ice-water tied in a polythene bag, if we had a drink, dey would share the same bottle of juice...after giving it a wipe with our mucky sleeves, dey had analog tv, that can be open sideways like a wardrobe, only to be switched on at 4pm on weekdays and 10am on weekends; we ride our tyres, boris cart, or spoke wheel or played in the rain for hours. There was no such thing as a mobile phone or any other electronic device . Dey weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING (except maybe the Nurse's injection, the Teachers at school and our parents ) If someone had a fight, that's what it was...a fist fight. Kids didn't have guns or knives, we played cowboys & crooks. The street lights were your curfew or until your Mom shouted out the window. School was mandatory, The days of going to school in groups just so we can gist, slab(walk) from our home to school, some cases 5 - 10 kilometers and buy dankuwa, Gudygudy and condense milk, babadudu with our pocket money. Ultimate power, and willi willi was our horror movie and nta channel 5 and BTV was our cartoon network. tales o

Bedtime Stories🔥 Let's Gada under the Village tree, Mama Africa is Here 🥰 *************************** The Lost Cowrie and the Wise Old Woman🧓 In a small Kanga village in West Africa, there lived a little girl named Adama. She was known for her bright smile and her love for storytelling. Every evening, she sat under the baobab tree, listening to the elders share tales of the past. One day, Adama’s grandmother gave her a special gift—a shiny cowrie shell. “This is a symbol of good fortune,” her grandmother said. “Keep it safe, for it will guide you when you are in need.” Adama cherished her cowrie, carrying it everywhere. But one afternoon, while playing by the river, she tripped, and the cowrie slipped from her fingers into the rushing water. She searched and searched, but it was gone. Heartbroken, she ran to the wise old woman of the village, Nana Yaa, who knew many secrets of the land. “Nana Yaa,” she said, wiping her tears, “I lost my cowrie. What do I do?” The old woman smiled. “Adama, the river never takes without giving back. Go to the market tomorrow, and you will find what you seek.” The next day, Adama went to the bustling village market. She walked past traders selling colorful fabrics, women pounding yam, and children chasing chickens. Then, near the bead seller’s stand, something caught her eye—a beautiful necklace with a cowrie shell just like hers. She asked the seller where it came from. He laughed. “A fisherman found it in his net this morning!” Adama smiled, realizing Nana Yaa was right. She bought the necklace and hurried home. When she told her grandmother, the old woman nodded. “See, my child, in our land, everything has a way of returning to where it belongs.” That night, Adama sat under the baobab tree, sharing her story with the village children. She learned a valuable lesson—what is meant for you will always find its way back.