BEAUTY FROM THE ASHES Episode 6 The women’s conference stretched across the week like a divine unfolding, each evening a sacred appointment that Amara hadn’t even known her soul had been craving. It wasn’t just a program; it was an invitation. An invitation to heal, to awaken and to breathe again. The first night had left her in tears. The speaker, a soft-spoken woman with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand stories, had shared her journey from despair to deliverance. Amara sat quietly in the third row, tears slipping down her cheeks as the words struck something deep, something raw within her. She wasn’t alone. Not in her pain. Not in her confusion. Not even in her silence. Every session after that peeled back another layer of pain, of pride, of fear. Like an onion shedding its skin, Amara found herself slowly unraveling. The masks she had worn for years...the brave wife, the silent sufferer, the spiritual martyr, began to fall. With every worship session, with every testimony, the walls she had so carefully constructed began to crack. Each night, she came home lighter. And each morning, she woke with a little more clarity. It was as if her heart was remembering how to feel again, how to hope. By Thursday, something inside her had shifted. That night’s message felt like it was delivered straight from the throne room of heaven to her wounded heart. The speaker, a fiery preacher with a voice that could calm storms or rouse an army, stood with authority and grace. She read from Isaiah 61:3: “…to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness…” The words echoed through the hall, soaking into the atmosphere like rain on dry soil. Amara closed her eyes and let them wash over her. Beauty for ashes. Joy for mourning. Praise for heaviness. She didn’t know when the tears had started, but they came in quiet streams, not of sorrow, but of release. For the first time in a long time, Amara allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, her story wasn’t over. That perhaps God hadn’t abandoned her in the wreckage of her marriage, but had been waiting in the wings for her to find the strength to choose. Later that evening, Amara sat in Chinwe’s cozy living room, cradling a warm mug of ginger tea. The lights were dim, the air fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and honey. Chinwe sat across from her, legs tucked under her on the couch, listening intently. “I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for years,” Amara began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was so sure I was doing God’s will by marrying Eddy. Everyone said I was. And when things turned ugly, I thought... maybe this was my cross. Maybe I was supposed to endure it.” Chinwe reached out and gently took her hand. “Amara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm, “God never asks us to stay in darkness and call it faith. He’s not glorified by your suffering. He’s glorified by your healing, your wholeness, your courage.” Amara looked down, tears pooling again. “But how do I just walk away? I made vows. I kept hoping he’d change. I didn’t want to give up.” “Walking away from abuse isn’t giving up,” Chinwe replied. “It’s waking up. It’s choosing life. God is not a taskmaster. He’s your Father. And He loves you far too much to watch you slowly die in a house where your soul can’t breathe.” A long silence passed between them. “So what do I do now?” Amara finally asked, her voice cracking. Chinwe squeezed her hand. “You choose,” she said softly. “You choose light. You choose life. You choose you.” That night, Amara didn’t sleep much. She lay in her room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the moments she had silenced herself for the sake of peace, all the prayers she had whispered in the darkness, asking God to change Eddy, to save their home. But something had shifted. She realized she had been praying for resurrection in a grave she was never meant to lie in. The next morning, the storm arrived. Eddy came home with a man and started raining abuses on Amara; " See this idiot! You think you can come from African part of Nigeria to outsmart me that came from American part of Nigeria? It's either you hand over the school to me, channel all income to my account or I make sure the school is closed down completely." Her children, all came out to watch helplessly as usual. As Amara was trying to explain to the man he came home with, Eddy rushed Amara and started pounding her, targeting her face and bragging that he must make sure Amara becomes useless to any other man in this life; "By the time I'm done with you, people would spit on you at sight" Eddy continued hitting Amara until she collapsed on the floor. The poor man that came to ask for money to feed his family couldn't help the situation. When Amara regained consciousness, she saw only her children crying and waking her up. She sent for Chinwe. Chinwe immediately and secretly arranged for a drop that took them to Divine Mercy Hospital. The doctor was furious and demanded for his presence. When he arrived, he pleaded with the doctor that it's devil's handwork. As soon as he sighted Amara's brother, he begged Amara not to tell her brother but mocked her immediately her brother left. It's already few days Amara returned from hospital. Pastor Dickson visited their house. Bro Eddy pls kindly tell your wife what you shared with me. Eddy hesitated. "Sister Amara, your husband impregnated a lady called Jacinta and asked her to keep the baby. Although the lady insisted he must furnish a flat for her otherwise she will terminate the pregnancy. He was mad against you because he was having a showdown financially and couldn't meet the lady's demands and you refused to hand your income over to him." Pastor Dickson explained. Amara was lost in thought...so this man wanted me dead because of women. She remembered how he was bashed by one of his customers when she visited at the hospital. "Eddy, were you not the one that that told me this woman gave up her 12month salaries for you to have an English machine? Why are you treating this woman as if she worths nothing?" Mrs Aleme queried "How dare her say no to my order, a woman that bends to urinate? She must hand over the school to me. My account must be used for all income!" he thundered. But she has left the factory for you. The woman reminded And then? Eddy persisted. To Be Continued 🙏 What do you think that happened next? Find out in the next episode 🤔 Pls encourage me with like, follow, comment and share. God bless you 👏 ©️Grace Amarachi #teacherwritersingerlover #BeautyFromTheAshes #ChristianFiction #FaithAndResilience

Tears for Africa In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A continent's cry echoes through the day, Africa's heartbeat, strong and free, Yet bound by chains of poverty. From Sahara's sands to Cape's green shore, A story unfolds, of struggle and more, Of nations rising, of dreams unfulfilled, Of potential waiting, yet unskilled. In cities bustling, where lights ablaze, A different tale of Africa's gaze, Of progress made, of hope anew, Yet whispers of despair, in every hue. The drums of tradition, beat strong and free, A heritage rich, of history, Yet modernity's tide, brings change and strife, A balance sought, between past and life. The tears fall hard, for all unseen, For futures bright, yet unclean, For opportunities, lost and rare, For potential squandered, beyond repair. But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread, A glimmer of a brighter future spread, Of leaders rising, with vision grand, Of people uniting, hand in hand. The African dream, of unity and might, A future shining, where all take flight, Where children learn, and grow with glee, Where women thrive, and equality, Where men and women, in peace entwine, And Africa's story, is one divine. The tears we shed, are not in vain, For in our sorrow, a change will reign, A new dawn breaks, with promise true, For Africa's future, anew. Let us stand tall, and claim our right, To shape our destiny, and shine with all our might, Let us unite, and work as one, To build a brighter future, for everyone. In Africa's heart, a fire burns bright, A flame of hope, that guides through the night, A beacon of light, that shines so bold, A symbol of strength, that never grows old. The tears for Africa, will dry with time, As progress made, and hope entwine, A brighter future, will soon unfold, For Africa's children, young and old.

On a more serious note no real man wants a lady with just a big bum bum... We live in a generation where attention has been reduced to angles, filters, and how much body you can show. The louder the curves, the more people assume you’re winning. But let’s be real for a moment because behind the trends and temptations, the truth still stands tall. No real man is looking for a woman with just a big bum bum. Yes, a woman’s body may attract the eye, but it is her mind, her values, her character, and her essence that hold a man’s soul. The internet may be flooded with men commenting “fire” emojis and heart eyes under BBL pictures, but when it’s time for real life, when it’s time to choose a wife, a mother, a business partner, a backbone, these same men go quiet on curves and start looking for substance. Because here’s what they won’t post online: They want a woman who has sense, not just shape. They want a woman who can sit in a room with kings and speak with wisdom. They want a woman who can raise children with values and discipline. They want a woman who can manage a home, not just show off an outfit. They want a woman who can lead a business when they are not there. They want a woman who can multiply whatever she’s given not one who needs to be constantly maintained like a car with no engine. This is the truth social media will not scream at you. So whether you have the body or not, what really matters is: do you have value? Do you have strength of character? Can you think for yourself? Can you build something out of your life even when no one is clapping for you? Can you build a family, a vision, a legacy? Because no real man is looking for a liability. Real men are looking for women who are whole, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Not women who only offer their bodies but are empty in purpose and identity. So while you’re chasing body goals, don’t forget to chase life goals. Train your mind the same way you train your hips. Build your value the same way you build your wardrobe. Learn emotional intelligence the same way you learn makeup tutorials. Because in the end, the world may celebrate your bum bum, but your destiny will rise or fall based on your substance. You’re more than a body. You’re a builder. You’re a thinker. You’re a nurturer. You’re a world-shifter. So rise beyond what they see. Let your mind be sharper than your waistline. Let your presence shake rooms not because of how you walk, but because of the wisdom you carry. Because the kind of woman who changes generations doesn’t just have a bum bum, she has a brain and a spirit that cannot be ignored. _______ You want to be a woman of value?... Learn a skill. Click on the link in the comment section to learn how to write for impact, influence, and income. 📷 Internet Yours Inspiration, Kathryn Esther Clement

😨 Everyone can feel anxious sometimes, but people with anxiety disorders often experience fear and worry that is both intense and excessive. 🥺 Anxiety disorders interfere with daily activities and can impair a person’s family, social and school or working life. 👥 Anxiety disorders are the world’s most common mental disorders, affecting 301 million people. Symptoms of anxiety disorders include: ❤️‍🩹 Excessive fear or worry. ❤️‍🩹 Trouble concentrating. ❤️‍🩹 Feeling irritable, tense or restless. ❤️‍🩹 Nausea or abdominal distress. ❤️‍🩹 Heart palpitations. ❤️‍🩹 Sweating, trembling or shaking. ❤️‍🩹 Trouble sleeping. ❤️‍🩹 A sense of impending danger, panic or doom. 👩🏽‍💼 Symptoms often begin during childhood or adolescence and continue into adulthood. Girls and women are more likely to experience an anxiety disorder than boys and men. To help manage your symptoms of anxiety and promote your overall well-being, you can: 1️⃣ Avoid or cut down on alcohol and don’t use illicit drugs. 2️⃣ Exercise regularly, even if it’s just a short walk. 3️⃣ Stick to regular eating and sleeping habits and eat a healthy diet. 4️⃣ Learn relaxation techniques, such as slow breathing and progressive muscle relaxation. 5️⃣ Develop the habit of mindfulness meditation.

LESSONS FOR WOMEN IN MARRIAGE! +18 Most women complain of sexual dissatisfaction but the question you should be asking yourself is: Are you playing your part as a woman? Do you know the things that turn your man on? Do you know that a man needs to be caressed and complimented in order to feel like making love to you? May You Try This It May Help: 1. Be romantic, playful, and spontaneous. Touch your man play with his body flirt with him on the phone compliment him always tell him you love him send him dirty suggestive messages. 2. Please do not be afraid: Ashamed or irritated to take him into your mouth it's exciting once you get the hang of it. 3. Allow him unlimited access to your body: Allow him to go down on you. Do not hide your sensitive areas: surely why do hide your breasts ears and womanhood then claim he can't turn me on. 4. Show him you like sex too: It kills a man's ego when he struggles to get it by the time he starts doing it he will be tired from wrestling with you and talking to you to convince you to have it please please if you can convince your man that you also like it and enjoy it it's very important. Your man thrives to bring you the latest album of your favorite musician which will stop him from bringing you a new style of sex if he knows you like it. 5. Respond to his lovemaking: Do not lie there like you are dead run your hands on his back and spread out those legs for him and move up to meet him, moan and groan, hiss like a snake. 6. If he hits the right spot say it and show it: Urge him on and hold him tight there, speak in tongues. 7. Suggest positions: And fully participate in your favorite position do not be afraid to go on top. 8. Satisfy him first he will eventually satisfy you: Make him happy and allow him to enjoy you he will return the compliment. 9. Do everything, he likes and enjoy pleasing him: You think most men leave you because they got what they wanted: No, they would have discovered that you are not enjoying what they are offering you so enjoy what is offered first!

IF YOU KEEP PICKING WRONG, READ THIS. 🧠💔 Choosing a partner is one of the most important decisions of your life. But many good women are making bad decisions because something deeper is influencing their choices. These are 5 things that can cause you to choose the wrong partner even when you’re praying, fasting, and “doing everything.” 📌 1. YOUR EMOTIONS The moment you feel something strong, you stop seeing clearly. You start making excuses to cover up red flags because you don't want to lose this thing you feel for him. If emotions are driving the car, wisdom is probably tied up in the boot. And that is exactly the case for many ladies. Your emotions are good and what makes you human, but you need to gain mastery over it else it will keep making you choose the wrong partners. 📌 2. UNMET NEEDS Some of the worst relationships you’ll ever enter are the ones you walk into with an empty cup. Because when you’re thirsty, even p0ison can look like water. When you have unmet needs, your definition and perception of love are altered, and you will confuse so many things for love. 📌 3. YOU’RE STILL IN YOUR FANTASY STAGE A lot of women fall in love with the idea of a man, not the reality of who he is. You picture a wedding with him, future kids, matching Ankara, and couple selfies… But you never stopped to ask: Is this man truly ready for what I’m praying for? Sometimes, you’re not choosing him - you’re choosing your hope. So as long as he matches the idea of the man you fantasize about, you intentionally close your eyes to other important things and hope that helps changes later. 📌 4. TRAUMA YOU HAVEN’T HEALED FROM Unhealed trauma can distort a lot. You’ll think you’re following your heart and even feel “peace” and use it as a confirmation…. But it’s your w0unds that are choosing for you because it has seen something “familiar”. Your nervous system isn’t looking for love… it’s looking for what it knows. And until you do the healing work, your past will keep hijacking your future. 📌 5. PRESSURE (FROM SOCIETY, FRIENDS, FAMILY OR EVEN YOURSELF) When you’re close to your 30s and people keep asking “when are you getting married?”, it messes with your peace. You start feeling like you’re behind. You lower your standards. You rush, settle, and pick out of fear. And the worst part? You start seeing the wrong person as “good enough” After all no one is perfect, right? All because you’re trying to meet a deadline. ========= For how long will you keep allowing your emotions to affect your relationship choices? What unmet need is influencing your choice? Is something from the past making you reject what is safe, good, and real? Then making you choose what isn't good for you? How about pressure to be married? Are you giving in already?

*POISON THAT KILLS MEN* *Once upon a time a beautiful girl got tired of her marriage life and wanted to murder her spouse.* *One morning she ran to her mother and say to her " mother, I am tired of my husband I can no longer support his nonsense. I want* *to kill him but I am afraid Law of the land will hold me responsible, can you please help me mother?"* *The mother answered:* - *Yes my daughter I can help you, but, there is a little task attached.* *The daughter asked "what task? I am willing and ready to assume any task attached in order to get him out"* *OK, said the mother,* *1..You will have to make* *peace with him, so that no one will suspect you when he is dead.* *2.. You will have to beautify yourself in order to look young and attractive to him* *3.. You have to take good care of him and be very nice and appreciative to him* *4.. You have to be patient, loving and less jealous, have more listening ears, be more respectful and obedient* *5. Spend your money for him and don’t get angry even when he don't give you money for whatever* *6. Don’t raise your voice against but encourage Peace and love so that you will never be suspected when he must* *have died.* *Can you do all of that?* *Asked the mother.* *Yes i can. She replied* *OK, said the mother.* *Take this powder and pour a bit in his every day meal, it will slowly kill him.* *After 30 days the lady came back to her mother and said.* *Mother, I have no intention of killing my husband again. As of now I have grown to love him because he has completely changed, he is* *now a very sweet husband than I ever imagined.* *What can i do to stop the poison from killing him?* *Please help me mother.* *She pleaded in a sorrowful tone.* *The mother answered;* *Do not worry my daughter.* *What I gave you the other day* *was just Tumeric Powder. It will never kill him.* *In reality, you were the poison that was slowly killing your husband with tension and dispassion.* *It was when you started loving, honouring and cherishing him that you saw him change to a nice and sweet husband.* *Men are not really wicked, but our way of relating with them determines their responses and feelings towards us.* *Women if you can only show respect, dedication, love, care and commitment to your husband he will 100% be there for you.* Happy Father's Day in Advance😍

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL PART 6 Grace sat by the window of her empty mansion, staring at the rain as it painted crooked lines down the glass. Three months had passed since the divorce. Three months of silence from her children. Three months of Michael’s unanswered calls piling up in her voicemail. The house was too big. Too quiet. She barely ate. Barely slept. The only person who still visited was Pastor Gideon. A knock at the door startled her. Pastor Gideon stood there, his smile wide, his eyes gleaming as they swept over her disheveled appearance—the unwashed hair, the wrinkled clothes, the dark circles under her eyes. "Sister Grace," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look... tired." Grace wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven’t been sleeping well." The pastor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "The devil is attacking your peace. But don’t worry—God has shown me how to help you." He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip just a little too tight. They sat in the living room; Grace curled into herself on the couch while the pastor paced like a preacher at the pulpit. "The church is building a new prayer retreat," he said, his voice swelling with false passion. "A holy place where broken souls like yours can find healing." Grace blinked up at him. "That sounds... nice." Pastor Gideon smiled. "It will be. But we need your help, Sister Grace. God has placed it on my heart to ask you for a seed offering." He pulled out a brochure with glossy pictures of the planned retreat—a grand building with marble floors and golden accents. Grace frowned. "How much?" The pastor’s grin widened. "Thirty million naira." Grace’s breath caught. That was more than half of what Michael had given her. But the pastor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This is your chance to buy back God’s favor, Grace. After everything—the divorce, your children abandoning you—don’t you want to be right with the Lord again?" Grace’s hands trembled. She thought of Sarah’s laughter. Michael’s arms around her. The family she threw away. Maybe... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe giving this money would fix things. She nodded slowly. Pastor Gideon’s eyes glinted. Two weeks later, he returned. This time, he arrived with a prayer group—three women from the church who circled Grace, laying hands on her, speaking in tongues. "You have a spiritual blockage," the pastor declared. "A curse from your past life is stopping your blessings!" Grace flinched as the women’s fingers pressed into her skin. "How... how do I break it?" she whispered. Pastor Gideon sighed, as if burdened by the weight of her sin. "It will require a mighty sacrifice. Twenty million naira. To cleanse your spirit." Grace’s stomach twisted. That was nearly all she had left. But the women nodded solemnly, their eyes wide with manufactured concern. "God is waiting for your obedience, Sister Grace," one murmured. Tears spilled down Grace’s cheeks. She wrote the check. A month passed. Grace’s account was almost empty. She hadn’t paid her electricity bill. The fridge was bare. The mansion felt like a tomb. When Pastor Gideon came again, she was sitting in the dark. "Sister Grace," he said, his voice oozing false sympathy. "You look worse." Grace didn’t answer. The pastor sat beside her, sighing heavily. "I’ve been praying for you. God has revealed the final step to your freedom." Grace turned hollow eyes toward him. "You must sell this house," he said. "And give the money to the church. It’s the last stronghold of your past life. As long as you live here, the devil will torment you." Grace’s lips parted in shock. This house was all she had left. But the pastor pressed on, his voice smooth as poison. "Your children left you, Grace. Michael abandoned you. But the church has stayed. I have stayed. Who else do you have?" Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps. No one. She had no one. The papers were signed. The house sold. Grace handed every penny to Pastor Gideon, her hands shaking. He smiled, patting her cheek like a child. "You’ve done well, Sister Grace. God is pleased." Then he left. And he never came back. Grace sat on the floor of a tiny, rented apartment, her back against the wall, staring at her phone. One missed call from Michael. One voicemail from Sarah. She couldn’t bring herself to listen. Outside, the rain fell harder. And for the first time, Grace realized the truth: She had been the prey all along. her bones clean. Now comes the hunger.......

She stopped moaning after marriage” He used to make her shiver. Now she lies there like a cold slab. Not because she stopped loving him. But because her body stopped responding. Low zinc. No protein. Stress hormones hijacking her orgasm. You see, pleasure is not a switch. It’s chemistry. And many women are emotionally available but physically offline. No sensation. No desire. No release. Because her diet is killing her libido and her hormones are tired of surviving. Heal her body. Watch her moan again. Its #Mekweweekend 😋

*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 13/06/2025* One survives, 241 die in Air India crash: Tinubu condoles with Modi, victims Knocks, kudos as Tinubu honours June 12 heroes Governors: Nigeria has made measurable progress BOI to unveil impact fund, youth bank Petrol imports drop by N2tn as domestic production improves Producers export N12.96tn crude as local refiners starve Tanker explosion: Stranded motorists lament 24-hour gridlock on Lagos-Ibadan Expressway Nigeria opens camp ahead of African Fencing Championships Netanyahu survives opposition attempt to dissolve Israeli parliament Trump vows to bring together India, Pakistan to ‘solve anything’ US senator forcibly removed from Trump official’s press conference China offers Nigeria, others duty-free market access 19-yr-old Nigerian innovator, Ifeoluwa Afolayan wins London college award Nigerian arrested for trafficking 15 students in Australia ---------------------------- *DID YOU KNOW?* * At 1708 metres wide, Victoria Falls in Zambia is the largest curtain of falling water in the world. Its local name is “Mosi-oa-tunya” means “the smoke that thunders”. * Hydrogen makes up about 75% of matter in the universe. It’s the fundamental building block from which stars and galaxies are formed. ---------------------------- I don’t view one-party state as good for Nigeria —Tinubu ‘Call me names, I’ll still defend your right,’ Tinubu tells Nigerians Tinubu celebrates journalism icon, Sam Amuka at 90, confers national honours on him June 12: Tinubu carries Abiola’s democratic torch – Shettima NASS to Tinubu: Make State of Nation Address to Nigerians from parliament yearly Reps considered 2,263 bills in 2 years – Speaker 10 suspected herders remanded over Benue killings Ekiti court orders suspended deity priest to vacate official residence Troops kill wanted terrorist leader Auta, 14 others in Zamfara FG to revoke dormant oil licences with new policy Nigeria produces 97% of OPEC quota – NUPRC NNPCL begins monthly report, recorded N748bn profit in April NNPCL remits N4.2tn to govt, continues refinery upgrade NESREA shuts 25 facilities in four states NCDC reports 142 deaths, 747 confirmed cases of Lassa fever in 18 states Nigerians urged to gear up for 6G revolution 11 inmates undergo hernia surgeries at Kuje prison Over 3,300 house owners, embassies to lose properties in FCT FCTA shuts Apo-Wasa road for project inauguration AKTH treats, discharges 15 maggot therapy patients UNN best graduate wins £33,000 Commonwealth scholarship 2026 target for CBT-based WAEC, NECO unrealistic — NAPTAN Obasanjo, Osinbajo for Taiwo Odukoya Memorial Lecture Ohanaeze lauds Tinubu for honouring Nwosu, wants INEC HQ named after him MOSOP hails Tinubu’s pardon of Ogoni nine, seeks exoneration Protesters, APC supporters hold parallel rallies in Lagos, Abuja Full state pardon for Saro-Wiwa, eight others sparks jubilation in Niger Delta Wrongs done to our parents now corrected, says MKO’s son Jamiu Alpha-Beta Consulting denounces online medium report as malicious Sterling Bank launches N2b private varsity scholarship Manufacturers blame high interest rates as exports crash by N746bn Two banks have met N500bn recapitalisation target – Report Oil production shrinks again, threatens 2mbpd target 70% of Nigerian households lack water loans – LAPO Kano fintech initiative targets 5,000 women, youths Commissioning: Apo mechanic traders close shops Friday to honour Tinubu Nigeria no longer true democracy, say Atiku, Obi Nigeria yet to fulfil democratic promise – Utomi One-party state: We’re not obligated to solve your self-inflicted crisis, APC tells opposition Gombe gov receives Emir, lists agro-livestock among priority projects Sanwo-Olu, Abiodun: Don’t let the Wole Soyinka Prize for Literature die Mutfwang inaugurates 15 buses to boost transport sector Benue gov blames clerics for worsening insecurity Yobe gov appoints UK lecturer as Special Adviser Zulum commutes death sentences, pardons 66 Gombe police clamp down on motorcycle use, weapon display Ekiti aids 30 storm-hit businesses with recovery funds CREDICORP begins Kano campaign Taraba sets LG elections for Nov 15 Kano targets 3.9 million children for polio vaccination in June 3 Inspectors Detained Over Extortion In Anambra June 12: Thugs attack, disrupt democracy protest in Ondo Igbokuta community to Sanwo-Olu: stop planned installation of monarch Panic as fuel-laden tanker somersaults in Oyo Niger man dies in dispute over girlfriend Tension in Onitsha as ‘Udo Ga-Achi’ operatives allegedly kill 12-yr-old boy Osun Amotekun operative slumps, dies while preparing for work Cult killings: Police arrest 46 suspected cultists in Ondo Naked man found hanging from tree in Ogun Teenage daughter fakes own kidnapping ---------------------------- *TODAY IN HISTORY* * On this day in 1950, South Africa implemented the Group Areas Act. The law assigned geographically separate residential and business areas for different racial groups, forcing non-whites from the most developed areas. ---------------------------- Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience. – Dorothy Parker Good morning *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George [email protected], +234-8122200446*

"SHE GAVE YOU HER BODY, BUT TOOK YOUR DESTINY" – When sex is a transaction, the man always loses more. There are two types of men in this world: those who build their future and those who trade it away for temporary pleasure. Many men don’t even realize when they’ve been robbed, not of their money, but of their potential. She didn’t hold a gun to your head. She didn’t break into your house at night. But she walked away with your focus, your ambition, your discipline, and your financial future. And the worst part? You willingly handed it over. This is the silent robbery happening every day. Men think they are enjoying, but they are being emptied. BRUTAL THREAD: How Se-x Can Steal Your Future 1. THE COST OF FREE SE-X IS YOUR AMBITION You met a fine girl. She gave you her body for free. No stress, no commitment, just pure enjoyment. You thought you hit the jackpot? No, you entered the trap. Each time you’re with her, you’re spending hours, days, and nights chasing pleasure instead of chasing progress. You wake up late, you miss opportunities, your mind is distracted. You thought you were enjoying her body, but she was taking your focus, your time, and your hunger for success. 2. EVERY TIME YOU SLEEP WITH HER, YOU LOSE ENERGY—SHE GAINS IT There’s a reason great warriors, boxers, and kings of old practiced sexual discipline. They knew that their energy, clarity, and strength came from controlling their desires. When you release carelessly, you are losing more than just fluid. You are losing drive, willpower, and aggression—all the things you need to dominate in life. Now, check her: she is glowing, she is energized, she is more powerful. You are weaker. Why do you think they say "behind every successful man is a woman"? Because she collects his energy and multiplies it. But what happens when she takes your energy and leaves? She goes to multiply it elsewhere. 3. SHE TOOK YOUR MONEY, BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS LØVE At first, it was just small-small money—transport fare, lunch money, a little shopping. Then it became rent, hair, nails, and urgent 2K every week. You thought you were investing in her? No, you were funding your own downfall. She took your hard-earned money, but did she invest it back into you? No. She used it to look good for another man who had more focus than you. 4. SHE WASTED YOUR YEARS, NOW SHE'S GONE How many men have given their prime years to a woman who had no plans of staying? She took your time, your energy, your youth… then she moved on to the next best option. Now, you’re in your 30s or 40s, starting over while she has already secured her next destination. Reality check: A woman’s time is shorter, but a man’s wasted time is costlier. 5. YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS LOYAL, BUT YOU WERE JUST A PHASE Some women are seasonal lovers—they attach themselves to a man for a period, take what they need, then move on. You thought she was forever. She knew she was temporary. You were just a “right now” guy. And when she found a "forever" guy, she walked away without looking back. 6. YOUR FUTURE IS MORE VALUABLE THAN HER BODY Many men have traded their destiny for a few minutes of pleasure. Ask Samson. He had superhuman strength. Delilah used love and sex to take it away. Ask Solomon. The wisest king in history lost his throne because of vvomen. Even great men fall when they don’t control their desires. Now, look at yourself. What have you lost so far? 7. WAKE UP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE If you keep trading your time, energy, money, and focus for sex, you will wake up one day and realize: The men you started life with are now ahead of you. Your bank account is empty. Your dreams never happened. And the women who wasted your years are now with better men. BOTTOM LINE: Sex is not free. It is always a transaction. Either you gain something from it, or you lose everything to it. Choose wisely. If this post hits you, you know what to do. #everyoneシ゚

I marry early, just 20 years old. My husband na 24 that time. We love ourself well-well. E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle. We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby. But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain. I labour for almost 3 days. When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak. Two hours later, my pikin d!e. I cry tire. My husband too cry. But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again." Six months later, I carry belle again. After 9 months — another stillbirth. Third belle, the same thing happen. Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.” But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen. Some people say na spiritual matter. We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer. Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one. I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e. Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear. Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again. I tell my husband make we try adopt for now. Him agree. I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish. My husband vex. Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again. I begin follow the matter spiritually again. Different prophecies, no solution. One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money. Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million. She say e legit. I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out." I go borrow money. I give my friend 600k as first payment. One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me. I shock. My heart cut. I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter" Next day, police land arrest me. My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.” I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.” Just like play, I land prison. No lawyer. No family. My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence. My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her. She promise to help me too. Nothing happen. I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish. Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people. Different NGO dey come prison. Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope. Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out. Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me. She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail. When I reach house, my husband don move. Don remarry with three children already. When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match. That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.” She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills. From there I start my small baking business. But inside me, I still dey cry. I no even fit look mirror. I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope. One day, I go deliver wedding cake. As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house. I tell myself, “I go change this story.” I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type. I watch make-up beginners videos. I start to buy small affordable good clothes. I begin dey apply simple makeup. I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin. I begin see my beauty again. Customers begin notice. Begin compliment me. I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile. My self-confidence begin return. One day, I go deliver cake again. I dress well. The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business. But na love him come find. Him fine, young, tall — and kind. I open up tell am everything. He say, “Your past no be your name. Let’s build something new.” Today, I don marry again. I don born two boys through CS operation. Dem survive. My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years. My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again. I don finally become mama. Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story. --- To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you. The pain of stillbirth no be small thing. Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand. Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited. But make you hear this one: you never fail. Your womb no betray you. Your heart still be the heart of a mother. And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you. To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look — My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body. Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary. Self love dey build back self esteem You go rise again and glow in your own time. To the women wey their husband don abandon them — No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away. God never walk away from you. Stand up, dust your pain, start again. Look good, take care of yourself. You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again. To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles — May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears. Amen. @highlight