Happy Birthday Your Excellency Mr. Peter Obi On this special day, I joined millions of Nigerians at home and in the Diaspora to celebrate a man of principle, integrity, and visionary leadership. Your unwavering commitment to accountability, good governance, and the empowerment of the ordinary Nigerian has earned you the respect and admiration of many across political, ethnic, and religious divides. As you mark another year of life and service, may God grant you renewed strength, wisdom, and grace to continue being a voice for the voiceless and a beacon of hope for a better Nigeria. Once again, Happy Birthday, Sir. May your legacy continue to inspire a new generation of Leaders. Sign Comr Sunday Esua Kaduna Political Affairs Come to Southern Kaduna

🕯️ THE TRUTH BEHIND MR. IBU’S DEÁTH Let me tell you what many of you don't know. The story they never wanted the world to hear. The truth… behind Mr. Ibu’s déath. Most people knew Jasmine as Mr. Ibu’s adopted daughter. But do you know how that came to be? Jasmine’s biological father was a soldier and a very closed friend to Mr ibu. A brave one. But he dîed when Jasmine was still very small. That was when Mr. Ibu stepped in. He took her in, raised her, loved her like his own blood. He sent her to school, trained her, and when the time came, she travelled out to Cyprus to further her studies. Life moved on. Then one day in 2020, Jasmine received a strange message on WhatsApp. It said, “Please, help… Daddy needs you.” She thought it was a scám. But something in her heart told her to look into it. That’s when she found out that Mr. Ibu had relocated from Abuja to Lagos… and was sûffering. He had nothing. No support. No stable home. He was sîck, bróke, and abândoned. Every single day, he was begging Jasmine for money—and she kept sending. She sent until she got tired. Then she asked, “What exactly is going on, Daddy?” And when she heard that he was really sîck and nobody—not even his family—was looking after him, she booked a flight and came back to Nigeria immediately. When she saw Mr. Ibu in person… she couldn’t believe her eyes. He was a shadow of himself. Thîn. Wéak. Bróken. She took him straight to the hospital and started caring for him like her own father. And it was there… on that hospital bed… that Mr. Ibu said something that shôok her to her bones. In his own words, he looked at her and said: “Jasmine… they want me dtad. That’s the truth. They don’t care about me. They just want to take my properties. They are waiting for me to dîe so they can share everything I ever worked for.” Then he paused… looked away… and added with páin in his voice: “Even my wife… the woman I called my own… chéated on me. Jasmine, don’t let her come here. I will never trust her again. Even if I dîe, just know this — I never found peace in this world. Not in my marriage… not in my home.” Those were his words. From his own mouth. Not rumors. Not gossip. Now the man who made the whole world laugh has dîed with tears in his heart. Not from sîckness alone… but from héartbreak, bétrayal, and néglect. Jasmine was the only one who stood by him when everyone else turned their backs. So I ask you today… Where were the people who claimed to love him? Why did they wait until his déath to start pretending? Rest well, Mr. Ibu Your laughter lives on. Your pâin is no longer hidden. If this story touched you, drop a candle 🕯️ for láte Mr ibu

"Your voice matters, your thoughts matter, and your story matters. Speak up, share your truth, and let your words be a source of power, inspiration, and connection."

When people get married and they are acting head over heels inlove, let them be. When they randomly bring their partner’s name into every conversation, let them be, and if it’s something you can’t cope with, stay at arm’s length. When they are frequently eulogizing their spouse, let them be. The excitement is normal, though, some have mastered how to handle it better. If you feel they are overdoing it, and you have a means to advise them, do it calmly and gently. It’s a phase that will tone down on its own, so it’s not bad to let them to enjoy the euphoric feeling. It is just like when someone takes their first flight, they will want to capture all the memories, and are often super elated. But with time, they will get used to flying, not because the excitement is gone, but because they are now used to it. This is the same with marriage; not because the love has reduced, but in the long run, they will learn to handle it much better. A new mom is likely to find her life revolving around her baby, the joy of bringing new life into the world is something they not might stop admiring, but with time, they might mellow it down a bit. Life comes in phases, allow people to enjoy or endure phases. And if your concern is that they may encounter harm, evíl eye or bad energy, pray for them and calmly advise if you can. #Lekwa princess ijeoma ✍🏾 #TheVoice

hear my voice o God, I pray

🏪Home Alone Reloaded🏪🔞 🎁Episode 1🎁 & 2 My father drove his camry into the our surroundings and came out with my mother and little brother by his side. I stood up and ran to welcome them. Me: welcome dad. Me: welcome mum. Dad: thank you son. Who is that girl sitting over there? He asked with his broad and masculine voice. For those of you that don’t know, my father is a military man with three ranks. I know what you are guys are probably thinking and it’s true. I don’t mess with him o, the day he gave me one hot slāp because he saw p–n videos in my phone, that day I knew that heaven and earth are real. Me: she is just my classmate Dad and we are both solving mathematics. Mum: studied her a little that must be Joy. That’s one thing about my mum. Unlike my Dad, she knew lots of my friends by their names. Farouk: abeg let’s go inside I am tired. My junior brother said. I looked at him, and smiled. He is very handsome, more than me. He has a V- shaped face, nice skin colour, open teeth with an Arabian hair. He is just eleven years old while I am older than him with six years. I knew if he he grows up, he will be a dāngerous guy when it comes to girls, judging from his amazing looks though. As for me, I am tall, very tall and dark skinned. My hair is not like his own, mine is strong but trust me, after peming the hair, I was looking sweet. My complete six pacs is also making girls drool over me but my number on weapon of elimīnation is my BĒAST. Me: am afrāid that is not possible o. Dad: why? Me: I just sprayed the house with insecticide not too long. Dad: Annøyed and you knew that we will be coming home. What is even wrong with you. Me: sorry dad. Mum: please honey, don’t raise your voice at him. I was the one that told him to do it. That’s why I like my mum, always getting my back. My dad just shook his head. Opened his car and brought out his wallet. Dad: the things we bought are inside the booth. Whenever you are ready, take them in. Lemme go and visit some of my friends in block 71. He said and left. I kept looking at him, my brother is a replica of my dad while I resemble my mum. Mum: Idris, what you did isn’t that wise you know. Me: sorry ma. Mum: never mind. Lemme go over to my shop. My mother is a tailor but since her shop is very big, she opened a saloon inside the shop. That is, Half of the big shop was used for sewing of clothes while the other half was a set up as a saloon. Mum: farouk, come let’s go… Farouk: no, I want to stay with brother Idris. My mum hesitated before she left. My brother kept looking at Joy in a suspicious manner. He knew that something bad must has happened. I mean, he has caught me in the act red handed about three times but what are brothers for, he kept it a secret between us. Me: abeg take this money go buy peak milk and malt come. I said giving him #1500 (one thousand five hundred naira) He collected it and was still looking at me with a suspicious look. Me: oya, keep the change. He smiled and ran away. I walked back to where Joy was sitting down and she looked like someone that will soon pass out. My brother brought the things I told him to buy and he happily took the change away. I gave them to Joy and she drank it happily. After about fifteen minutes, she stood up with some energy she has gathered and I bade her farewell. Looking at her new walking step made me laugh, she was walking like someone that is carrying a load between her legs. I just smiled and relaxed on the bench. 🎁Episode 🎁 Me: don’t tell me you are still scārēd of the BĒAST. Amaka: am not, only that it hurts a lot anytime you try putting more than half the total length in me. I just sighed. Honestly none of my girlfriends and s-x mates could do better. That’s the reason why I do visit brothel sometimes. There was a time I b@nged this particular runs girl and she enjoyed it to an extent I was given a free ride. Me: ok, I won’t put all the length you in you… Amaka: promise? Me: yes. She spread her legs wide for me and I positioned the tip of the BĒAST In her punani. Rubbed it around her punani to get it moist, I t—-t it inside of her and she gasped. Her p—y expanded as it tried its best, tightening its walls and milking the BĒAST Oh my poor BĒAST, if my BĒAST and her punani were to be alive, then her punani would have strangled my best to deāth. I moved inch by inch till I got to the end of her p—y wall. I looked down and smiled. Me: well done, you have successfully taken more than half the length. Amaka: with eyes shut I told you I’d take all one day, practice makes more perfect. I smiled and started thrusting into her little by little, when I saw that she has gotten used to my d–k inside of her, I started banging her really really hārd. Amaka: ouchhh! Ouchhh!!!! Eeasyyyyy!!! Ouchhh! U rr hitting myyyy wømb!!!!! She m0aned and shouted as her first wave of o—-m took her under massive shock. Still maintaining almost half of my d–k outside, I don’t want a situation where someone’s father will come and hold me responsible for crippling his daughter, I b@nged her at an average speed. It hasn’t been up to twenty five minutes when I last cūmmed so I was expected to last twice as long. I turned her to d—-e style. Her legs and hands were on the couch while I was standing behind her. From behind her, I located her p—y and entered her again with the same length she was able to take. With my work made easier for me, I grābbed both butt cheeks as I slammed in and out of her p—y. Amaka: BĒAST!!!!!!!!!!! BĒAST!!!!!!!!! youuuu arrree kīllīng meeeeee!! She m0aned and triggered the devīl controlling my BĒAST. I was high, lost in pleasure and ecstasy, in my ultimate blēēping mode, I turned her and raised her up. We were now standing as i raised her up with my two hands. I took her to the wall for support, my two hands holding her two legs. She used her hand to grab BĒAST and guide it to the entrance of her punani. Since my both hands were holding her legs, I didn’t know when I thrusted deep into her, more of my length that she could take all entered inside her. Amaka: ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! She screamed in pure paīns. The new feelings I got when almost all my d–k was buried inside her made my d–k to become double in size as I shot my c-m deep into her deepest part. I quickly brought out my BĒAST and little drop of bløød was at the tip of it. Amaka: crying am hūrt, my stomach is on fire, why did you that. Me: sorry, it wasn’t intentional. I helped her and took her to the couch where I lay her down. She was still çrying. I helped in cleaning the house and she told me that her father will soon be back so I dashed out. I was very wēak and tired. Poor BĒAST was tired too. My Pour box need to be refill. As I got close to our room, my vision became būry and I passed out.. Tbc Follow Esther Creative Studio

One time, I was missing my aunt who had relocated out of the country and so I changed my DP to her picture and even forgot about it. Few days later, I got a message in my inbox "Hey beautiful" Beautiful ke, me. Nobody has ever called me beautiful before. Handsome yes but beautiful ke. "Are you their my queens?" WTF is this Me, queens, if it's queen sef e for better... I quickly went and checked the profile of the confused person Lo and behold, a full grown adult married man I was raised right so I replied respectfully, "Good afternoon sir" "You are very good my angle, if it's other girls they no greet. you're so beautiful my love." "Thank you sir" "I love you" "Just like that?" "You are too beautiful. I can't felt this way for anybody before" "What about your wife sir?" I asked while trying hard to understand the English. "Forget about it. I and my wife have not se.x for two years." "Why sir?" "Forget about it. I want you when can we see." I scratched my beards for a minute, then I replied "When do you want to see me?" "Come tomorrow." "Ah, so fast" "Please send me your body, I'm very hot for you." "I should send you my body?" "Yes any one. Se.x one" "Oh, you mean se9xy one?" "Yes, s.ex one send brea.st send back. please I'll do anything my angle" Pause» you can add me Bcdblog for more stories and updates and to be notified when we post I wanted to in.s.ul.t and block him. So, this is what girls are facing from men online. As a sharp guy I decided to monetize this lucrative opportunity at least I fit see money for fuel I typed, "look sir, I've never done something like this before so if you want me to send you my b.oo.bs and a.ss, I need some compensation." "I will do anything my angle." "100k is not bad sir" "Don't worry when you come I will give more but for now manage 10k." "Okay sir send it to my Opay account." I didn't want to even negotiate before he will change his mind. Let him just send this one so I can block him I quickly sent my account number 10k alert "Have you see it my queens" "Not yet my boo, I've not seen anything. Are you sure you have sent it darling?" "I have, check now." "Baby, I've still not seen it. Sometimes network will cause a glitch in the transformer in the cloud and the process will be so slow u will be issued false receipt." "My angle, you are so smart unlike my wife but I no understand all this big big grammar." Men that use angle instead of angel, gosh, I ha.ted him more. So I decided to push my luck "Maybe you should send it again because I'm already nak.ed and even want to do video for u before my battery goes off." "Ahhh video yes send video I will send it back now my angle. Alert 100k I shouted Jesus!!! My wife ran in from inside, "babe what happened, what is it honey?" I said, "Goalllll, Nigeria has scored Arsenal!" My wife doesn't know anything about football so I can say anything and she will buy it "Nigeria and Arsenal are playing?" She asked I said, "yes, yes ooo, my queen and love, yes." "Who scored?" "Dwayne Johnson" "But is that why you're shouting, please lower your voice." She hissed and went back in. I checked my msg and saw almost 20 messages from baba I opened it, baba was begging me to send the money back that he made a mistake and sent 100k instead of 10k Immediately I blocked him I entered my room, raised my voice and shouted, The Emperor, the conqueror, the champion, the Lion is here!!! Then I told my wife to dress up cos I want to sp.oil her si.lly. African jokes and stories 🔥 ©️ Francis Michael

Dear Peter Obi, I have seen firsthand that you are the quiet strength in chaos The still flame that can never go out, even in the storm. You carry the weight of millions, yet walk with humility In a system built to break us, you keep building hope. When our nation bled, you didn’t look away; you knelt to stop the bleeding. In a nation full of noise, you are the calm reminder that we deserve better. You are proof that empathy in leadership is not weakness, but power. And just like me, 😌 the voice that speaks when others are afraid. Thank you for being the light in this very dark nation. You believe that a new Nigeria is indeed possible. We love you Happy birthday, our superhero; may God guide and protect you. You are not just a man; you are a movement. #PeterObiAt64

Ur voice is my favorite sound, ur name is my favorite word, ur hugs are my favorite feeling, ur smile is my favorite sight. ur one N only one just 4 me I luv u, ur amazing.........love special.

🟢 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 🟢 *Akara and Pap was breakfast served every morning in a hostel of 100 people.* *Out of the 100, 80 didn’t like it. They complained daily, saying they were tired and wanted something different.* *But the remaining 20 were satisfied. They liked it just as it was.* *To solve the issue, the warden introduced a simple rule: Every night, everyone would vote for what they wanted to eat the next morning. The meal with the highest number of votes would be served.* *So every night, the 20 who loved Akara and Pap voted for it—with one voice.* *But the 80 who didn’t like it were never united. Their votes went in different directions:* 18 *for Bread and Tea* 16 *for Yam and Egg Sauce* 14 *for Jollof Rice* 12 *for Spaghetti* 10 *for Indomie* 10 *for Moi Moi and Pap* *Can u guess what the result was every single time?* *Akara and Pap kept winning, Not because it was the best, but because the people who didn’t want it were too divided to agree on anything else.* *In Nigeria, many are tired of the same old hardship, bad* *governance and recycled leadership.* *We know who and what the real problems are.* *But even those who want change are divided—along tribal lines, party names, personal interest, ego and ambition.* *2027 might seem far away, but it's already around the corner. If we don’t learn from this story, we will wake up again to another bitter round of the same “meal” we’ve been served for ages.* *The World Bank has already projected that poverty in Nigeria will keep rising until 2027.* *That’s not just a statistic—it’s a warning.* *And the sad truth is this: If we miss 2027, it'll only get worse.* *This Is a Salient Message* *THERE'S POWER IN UNITY, NOT JUST IN NUMBERS.* *A United Minority Is More Formidable Than A Divided Majority.* *Think About It.*😎

“My love for Africa isn’t just a feeling it’s a fight. A fight to free her people from oppression, greed, and bad leadership. Africa must rise for Africa and we won’t stop until she stands tall again. ✊🏿🌍🔥 We owe this land our courage, our voices, our lives if need be. A new Africa is non-negotiable! #RevolutionNow #LoveForAfrica #AfricanLiberation”

Aww! When I think about you my mind truly goes numb. There is something magical in your arms. Something magical in your voice. I just want to keep listening to you the whole day. Just want to hear you and have your say. Baby! I truly love you and can't really stay without you. Oh its really so true!