Title: My Arranged Marriage Episode 1: The Day My Bride Brought Her Ex to Our Wedding I always knew my family was chaotic, but I didn’t know they were diabolical until the day I walked into my own wedding and nearly fainted. Not because of cold feet — but because the bride, the woman I was supposed to marry, was sitting on the stage laughing with her ex-boyfriend, whom she brought along like a plus-one. Yes, her ex. To our wedding. Let me start from the beginning. It began two months ago when Mama burst into my room like a hurricane dressed in Ankara and holy anointing. "Obinna, your bachelorhood is a spiritual attack!" She clutched her Bible and her phone, scrolling through WhatsApp pictures of potential wives like it was Tinder for African mothers. I was 29, a civil engineer in Lagos, and deeply single—not because I couldn't find love, but because the last girl I loved used my rent money to buy a Brazilian wig and disappeared with a sugar daddy who sold building materials. So, when Mama insisted on arranging a marriage, I laughed. Until Papa added his voice. “If you don’t marry before July, forget your inheritance. We will donate your land to the church!” July was two months away. That was how I met Amaka. Photos first. Then video calls. She was pretty. Soft-spoken. From Enugu. A nurse. And, according to her mother, a virgin. (My cousin Ugochi whispered, “Aunty, check that thing well. These days, even calculators reset.”) I agreed to meet her. She smiled, giggled, and spoke gently. But something felt... rehearsed. Like she was playing a role. Still, the wedding date was fixed. Invitations printed. Cow bought. Church booked. DJ paid. Mama danced every night to Flavour’s songs as if the wedding was her own. And then the big day came. The hall glittered with decorations. Guests arrived in gele and agbada. My friends teased me “Obinna, you go finally chop life!” Then I saw her. Amaka. Dressed in white. Gorgeous. Smiling. Until I noticed the man sitting beside her, whispering in her ear and holding her hand. I frowned. “Who is that?” I asked my brother. My brother squinted. “I think he came with the bride.” “Came with the" Before I could finish, Mama appeared beside me, all smiles and sweat. “You look handsome, my son. Now go and smile at your bride.” “I will smile after I know who that guy is.” Mama hissed and walked off. So, I marched up to Amaka, heart racing. “Who is this?” She blinked, calm. “Oh! Meet Chuka. My best friend. He’s like… family.” Chuka stood, extended his hand, smiling like a goat that just chewed your exam script. “Nice to meet you, bro.” Bro? I ignored his hand. “Can we talk privately?” Amaka sighed, dragged me aside, and said the thing that nearly made me remove my agbada and run home in boxers. “I invited him because... well... he’s important to me. We dated for six years. He’s the one who taught me how to love. But my parents didn’t approve. So I had to settle for this... arrangement.” I stood still, blinking. “Settle?” “Yes,” she said. “But you’re kind. You’ll understand.” Ladies and gentlemen, I did not understand. My uncle, who saw me shaking like a leaf, whispered, “Is it heartbreak or hunger? Should we bring you small jollof rice to calm your nerves?” I wanted to run, but the hall was full, the gifts were stacked, and the caterers were serving. A pastor was waiting. A crowd was watching. Then I remembered what my grandmother once said: “If you must embarrass the devil, do it with boldness.” So, I climbed the stage, grabbed the mic, and said: “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming. But I just found out that I am not the main actor in this wedding. I am an extra.” Gasps. Chuka choked on his zobo. Amaka’s face turned pale. Mama tried to grab the mic, but I raised my hand dramatically. “This wedding is cancelled. But don’t worry there’s plenty of food. Eat, drink, and take selfies. Just know that Obinna has left the chat!” I walked out, head high, heart free. That night, I ate the wedding jollof alone in my boxers and watched Nollywood movies till 2 a.m. A week later, I met Adaeze, my neighbor who had always lent me pepper without asking for it back. She knocked on my door with a plate of hot rice and a smile. And guess what?

DAUGHTERS OF JEZEBEL 💀 (Campus war 🔥) Episode 15 Boss here is the boy they said while they were already forcing Dominic Bawa to go down on his knees. Blind folded him. Guys I told you people that I need money like m@d!!! I don't think the money they are going to pay us for this job will be enough. Let's use one stone to keel two birds. Collect hid phone let's call his family member for a ransom and after they send it then we can kpai him.Where is your phone!!! they shouted at him. In.... In ..... Inside my bag !! please don't keel me Dominic begged for his life. They brought out his phone and dial the recent contact which is his poor widow mother 🥹. Hello Dominic how are you doing? Now listen to me!!! this is not Dominic Bawa but he is in our custody. Say hello!! Say hello!! he shouted at Dominic while putting the phone on his ear. ( Remember he is not seeing 🥹 ). Hello mu....mmy he said stammering. Dominic what is happening to you his mother said this time she was already crying 😭😭. Now you listen to me you this old woman. I will send you an account number right now and you have just ten minutes to transfer the sum of five hundred thousand into it else you will come to the campus and carry your son's d ea d body. Aaaaaaaah his mother shouted. Dominic could hear his mother crying on phone and him too was crying. The most painful part wasn't him being kid n a p e d but hearing his mother cry. Please don't keel my son for me!!! I don't have money... I'm just a poor widow and that boy doesn't have a father!!! He is only lucky to get into that university by God's miraculous work... He is on scholarship please don't cut short his life for me... His father left me in this world and loosing him I don't think I can't survive it please have mercy on a poor widow 😭😭. As tears were rushing down his mother's eyes over there on phone so likewise Dominic was crying 😭😭😭. But he was also praying in his mind. It seems the voice of your son is not enough right?? I will snap his picture of him I have here with me and send it to you on through his Whatsapp and the next thing you will hear is g u n shot. Heeeeeeeeeeey God please save my son!!! that was the last thing his mother said before the phone was hang up. Where is the picture??? their leader demanded and it was given to him. Is there any need??? Please waste him let's get out of here. Wait!!!!!! he shouted. He beckon on the guy that wanted to pull the trigger to come closer. Are you sure is the person on this picture that is this??? Yes boss. Shit!!!!!! he exclaimed. He actually look at the clothes Dominic was wearing and shouted aaaaah it's true!!!!!!. What happened boss and what is true??? We can't keel him! What??? why ??? No harm must come to him not now, nor ever. He dialed Dominic mother's number again. Hello mummy I am very sorry ma! I was playing with your son. Your son is fine and I sorry the shock this must have caused you. Please can I talk to my son??? He will speak to you in few minutes time he said and hang up the phone. Take him and returned him back to where you carried him he commanded. That was how Dominic Bawa was delivered. Now Donatus the leader of this g an g was the same young man that Dominic gave his loaf of bread to when he was going to lecturer earlier in the morning. The very one who was holding his stomach in pain. When he was told that it was the same person that was on the picture, he actually look at Dominic and realized that was exactly the clothes he was putting on earlier today. You remember when David was the king of Israel, when the enemies encamp them at zigla and took away all their belongings including their wives. And God said run after, overtake and recover. You remember it was one of the enemy soldier who fainted on the way and was abandoned that David and his army met, give him bread and water to drink and when he was revived, he showed them how they can conquer and recover all. Just a little help today, just a little act of kindness today might save you tomorrow. Donatus went straight to lecturer. Nothing! I repeat absolutely nothing must happen to this boy in this campus else you will have me to contend with he said and threw the picture back to her and left in great anger.. indeed his word say in proverbs chapter 16 vs 7 that when a man's way pleases the Lord, he make even his enemy to be at peace with him".. Hahaha hahaha hahaha lecturer Mariwa laugh. We shall see about that. DOMINIC MUST DYE!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 To be continued ✍️✍️ For proper understanding, visit my page to read episodes before this and the ones ahead this. Follow the page to always get notifications on your news feed any time I drop new episode .

Jose Mourinho talking about Cristiano Ronaldo and Karim Benzema.

🚨🇸🇪 Viktor Gyökeres’ priority is to join Arsenal this summer despite calls from Manchester United in the recent weeks. Gyökeres always an option amid Šeško talks with no deal sealed so far, Arsenal keep assessing situation. United remain keen but believe deal now unlikely.

Christians supporting Israel while Muslims supporting Iran. Nobody is talking about humanity anymore!

Hey love❤️ Remember how blessed you are to be alive. Breathing, walking, talking, having your vision, clean water, food to eat, being able to sleep and wake up. You are blessed.

*WHEN LOVE CORRECTS YOU, IT'S A GIFT — NOT AN ATTACK* In every relationship, there comes a moment when your partner sees something you might not — a habit, an attitude, or a silence that’s hurting you both. Love isn’t just about sweet words or happy moments. Sometimes love shows up as correction — a wake-up call, a mirror reflecting what you need to see, even if it’s hard. A caring partner might say: “You’ve changed — what’s really going on?” “That friend isn’t good for your peace.” “You’re working too much and missing us.” “This silence between us is growing — we need to talk.” It’s natural to feel hurt or defensive when corrected. But ask yourself: If your partner can’t tell you the truth, who will? If you always defend your pride, how can love grow? Healthy relationships aren’t about control or criticism — they’re about accountability and care. Being corrected doesn’t mean you’re less loved. It means your partner wants the best for you — and for the life you’re building together. If you only accept comfort and avoid correction, you risk staying stuck in patterns that quietly destroy love. If you always want to be right, you might end up alone. So next time your partner points out something hard, listen with your heart, not just your ears. They aren’t trying to change you — they’re trying to protect what you both cherish. Remember: Let love guide you. Let pride rest. Let growth begin together.. God bless us all. Please don't go without reacting 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

My Husband's Wife Is His Mother (EPISODE 1) If someone had told me that I wouldn’t get to spend my wedding night alone with my husband, I would have laughed in disbelief. But that night—my wedding night—was the first time I realized something was very wrong. And it all started with the sound of her slippers. Flip. Flop. Flip. Flop. I was in the bathroom, changing into my silk nightgown. I had planned this night down to the details. Candles. Perfume. The perfect playlist. After all the stress of wedding planning, I just wanted to hold the man I loved and breathe in the beginning of forever. But the knock came. It was soft at first. Then firmer. Then the voice. “Oya open the door jare, make I lie down small. My waist is paining me.” My husband laughed. Laughed. “Shey I told you my mama doesn’t like hard beds,” he said, already heading for the door. I peeked out from behind the bathroom door, confused. “What do you mean lie down?” “She’ll just rest a bit. Don’t worry,” he said, brushing it off like it was normal. “She does this when she travels. The bed in the guest room is too small.” “But... this is our wedding night,” I whispered, heart sinking. He looked at me like I was being unreasonable. “Babe, it’s just for a bit. You know she’s old.” Old? His mother was barely 60. Active. Loud. Controlling. She ran a shop, led the women’s group in church, and made sure to remind everyone that she raised her son "without a single coin from any useless man." Still in disbelief, I watched as he opened the door and let her in. She entered like she owned the room. Like she built it with her hands. She didn’t even look at me. Just removed her wrapper, fluffed a pillow, and slid into the middle of our bed. My side. “Put off that candle abeg,” she said, fanning herself. “You want to burn this house?” I stood there frozen. My chest tightened. I looked at my husband, silently begging for support. He sat beside her and smiled. “She’s just tired. Tomorrow, everything will be normal.” But it wasn’t. I barely slept that night. The three of us lay in that bed like sardines in a can. Every time I shifted, her leg brushed mine. At one point, she even snored. Loudly. I turned to face the wall, hot tears forming in my eyes. This wasn’t what I signed up for. --- The next morning, she woke before us and clapped her hands loudly. “Wake up, wake up! This is not honeymoon o, this is my son’s house. I want to boil water.” I sat up, dazed. My husband stretched lazily and gave her the same smile he gave me during our vows. “Mama, you want me to carry the pot?” “Ehen, now you’re talking.” And just like that, they left me in the room. Alone. In my own marriage. --- Later that day, I tried to talk to him. “Why did she sleep in our room?” I asked gently, not wanting to seem disrespectful. He sighed. “Babe, you know how close I am to my mom. It’s just for a while. She said she wants to be around until you're strong enough to manage things.” “I’m not sick,” I replied, trying to control my voice. “And we just got married. Shouldn’t we be alone?” He shrugged. “Just give her time. She’s adjusting too.” Adjusting? She was adjusting? What about me? --- That evening, it happened again. She brought her wrapper, pillow, and blanket. No questions asked. She even had the audacity to say, “Ah, I like this mattress. Very firm. Good for my back.” I stood by the bed, still in my wrapper, and didn’t know what to do. “Mama,” I tried to speak, “maybe you can try the guest room again? We just—” She turned her head sharply. “You want to chase me away from my son’s room? Is it now a sin for a mother to sleep beside her child?” My husband kept quiet. Dead silence. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. He avoided my gaze and said, “Let’s not make this a big issue tonight. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” But tomorrow never came. --- I started noticing little things. How she always sat between us when we watched TV. How she would call him to come lie down beside her during the day and rub her back. How she took over my kitchen and rearranged everything without asking. How she spoke to me like I was the house girl. I wanted to be respectful. I was raised to honor elders. But this? This was not honor. This was intrusion. This was something else entirely. A twisted triangle. A marriage with three corners. And somehow, I was the outsider. --- That night, I called my elder sister. “Sis, she sleeps between us. Every night. She won’t leave.” She paused. “What does your husband say?” “Nothing. He acts like it’s normal. Like I’m overreacting.” She hissed. “That’s witchcraft. Or madness. Or both.” I laughed bitterly. “It’s not funny.” “No, I know. But you need to take control before it gets worse.” “How?” I whispered. “How do I fight a mother-in-law on her son’s bed?” There was silence. And then her voice was firm. “You’re the wife. Start acting like it. Don’t let her settle.” But it was already too late. She had settled. She had brought her pillow. Her slippers. Her authority. And on the first night of my marriage, I learned that love is not always a fairytale. Sometimes, it’s a bed with three people—and one of them isn’t going anywhere. End of Episode 1 To Be Continue in Episode 2 ©️ Mummy Moreni

Jordi Alba talking about the MSN trio partnership.

Some people still believe my real name is Osuofia because of the movie Osuofia in London. I can’t talk about the good things that have happened in my life without mentioning that film. In 2003, the director Kingsley Ogoro called and offered me the role. I didn’t waste time — I quickly said yes because I was excited about the chance to travel to London. At that time, I had never been outside Nigeria before. We didn’t expect the movie to become such a big success. Back then, it was not common to shoot Nollywood movies abroad. But the film surprised everyone and became popular all over the world. After the movie came out, many people forgot my real name and started calling me Osuofia. I don’t mind at all because that name reminds me of the year my life changed. — Nkem Owoh

Italian Relationship: 1st day= S€x 2nd day= S€x again. French Relationship: 1st day = movies & kiss 2nd day = S€x 3rd day = S€x again British Relationship: 1 day= hangout & kiss 2nd day = kiss & hug 3rd day= kissing, hug and smooching 4th day = s€x and more s€x American Relationship: 1st day= Date 2nd day= Hug 3rd day= Hug again (warmly) 4th day= Kiss 5th day= Long kiss 6th day= S€x Nigeria Relationship: 1st day= Toast 2nd day= Toast 3rd day= Toast again 4th day= Agree 5th day= Date 6th day= Date again 7th day= Date again with three of her hungry friends or cousins. 8th day= Date & Hug 9th day= Tried to peck but failed. 10th day = Peck 11th day= Tried to kiss but failed. 12th day= kiss 13th day= Long kiss 14th day= Tried to have s€x but failed. 15th day= Tried to have s€x but quarrelled 16th day= Didn't talk to each other 17th day= Malice till the next day 18th day= The man called but the woman didn't pick 19th day= The man called, the woman picked and asked: "what is it?" The man apologize and the Ital replied: "Leave me alone, am not that type of girl" The man continued to beg till the next day. 20th day= The woman accepted the unwarranted apology 21st day= Hug 22nd day= Long hug 23rd day= Kiss 24th day= Long kiss 25th day= Tried to have s€x but the woman complains that her phone is bad. Guy promises to buy her a new one. 26th day= Tried to have s€x but the woman said until he buys the phone 27th day= Tried to have s€x but the woman asked: "where is the phone? U are not serious, call me when you are serious" 28th day= R@pe. 29th day= Police c@se 😅😁I tire hmm

*THE RESTORER'S DAILY GUIDE* DATE: SATURDAY 14TH JUNE 2025 THEME: *HIDDEN ACCESS TO WEALTH* MEMORIZE Proverbs 4:7 Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding. READ Job 28:20-28 Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding? Seeing it is hid from the eyes of all living, and kept close from the fowls of the air. Destruction and death say, We have heard the fame thereof with our ears. God understandeth the way thereof, and he knoweth the place thereof. For he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole heaven; To make the weight for the winds; and he weigheth the waters by measure. When he made a decree for the rain, and a way for the lightning of the thunder: Then did he see it, and declare it; he prepared it, yea, and searched it out. And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY *When our relationship with God is intact, He sustains us from His endless abundance and possibilities.* MESSAGE God's word declares that it is He who gives His covenant people the power to get wealth. I have often wondered what this amazing power to get wealth is all about until I saw that Solomon the richest man that ever lived asking for wisdom and along with wisdom came riches and wealth that the world is still talking about till date. His daily provisions according to the account of 1Kings 4:22-23; sums up to at least over $60,000, it's only very wealthy people that spends such money on food daily. The source of such must be inexhaustible, if such budget should be sustained or maintained. Having seen that wisdom is the principal thing, its clear that with wisdom, wealth is a natural sequence that follows. Every form of lack is traceable to the lack of wisdom. *Every form of financial issues is a wisdom issue.* Otherwise, wherever wisdom is found, money results naturally, though with time. However, wisdom is hidden from all men because all men have fallen from the glory of God. Its the glory of God therefore, to conceal sacred things from fallen humans, and we show our value for hidden stuffs by making ourselves available to search them out. *Pure wisdom from God is extremely sacred and flows directly from Him into the hearts of those who are undefiled in their relationship with God.* Pure wisdom connects it's beneficiaries to the secret chambers of God's deepest mysteries, and with such mysteries, we gain masteries over the affairs of life irrespective of the challenges on ground. Wisdom is more than just the application of knowledge, rather, it is the correct application of the insights gotten from direct fellowship or relationship with God. *When our relationship with God is intact, He sustains us from His endless abundance and possibilities.* It's simply amazing how God supplies the needs of those who are connected to Him. ACTION STEPS 1. Ask the Lord to purify your heart and soul from every form of pollutions, impurities and unrighteousness. 2. Love and pursue knowledge with all you have. 3. Cry after wisdom on daily basis. PRAYERS Dear heavenly Father, thank you for today's devotional guide, I receive the grace to stay connected to you and draw from your limitless wisdom and knowledge for endless possibilities in my life in Jesus name. REMEMBER *When our relationship with God is intact, He sustains us from His endless abundance and possibilities* AUTHOR JEDIDIAH DAVID DAILY READING: Exodus 21; Psalms 90; Proverbs 6-8; Acts 1; 2Cor 6. HYMN " There shall be showers of blessing " : This is the promise of love ; There shall be seasons refreshing, Sent from the Saviour above. Show - - ers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need ; Mercy-drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. 2 " There shall be showers of blessing " Precious reviving again ; Over the hills and the valleys, Sound of abundance of rain. 3 " There shall be showers of blessing " : Send them upon us, O Lordl Grant to us now a refreshing ; Come, and now honour Thy Word. 4 " There shall be showers of blessing ": Oh that to-day they might fall, Now as to God we're confessing, Now as on Jesus we call ! PLEASE SHARE