LOVE AND BULLET PART 1 The air in Lagos was thick with the smell of roasted plantain, diesel fumes, and something else—danger. Detective Adaobi "Ava" Nwachukwu adjusted the tight red dress clinging to her curves, her high heels clicking against the cracked pavement as she walked toward the most notorious nightclub in the city—"The Viper’s Nest." This wasn’t her. Ava was used to bulletproof vests, not sequins. She was trained to chase criminals through the slums of Ajegunle, not sway her hips to Afrobeats in a room full of drug dealers and killers. But tonight, she wasn’t Ava the detective. Tonight, she was "Lola Adebayo"—a runaway Lagos socialite with a fake criminal record, a sharp tongue, and a body men would kill for. Her mission? Get close to "The Lion." Obinna "The Lion" Eze. The most feared drug lord in Nigeria. The man who controlled the underworld from Lagos to Port Harcourt. The ghost the NDLEA had been hunting for years. The club’s bouncers—two massive men with scars and cold eyes—eyed her as she approached. One of them licked his lips. The other gripped her arm a little too tight. "Who sent you?" he growled in Pidgin. Ava smirked, slipping into her role like a second skin. "Tell Obinna that Lola is here. And that he’s been ignoring my calls." The bouncers exchanged glances. Then, with a sharp nod, they let her pass. Inside, the club was a different world. The bass of Burna Boy’s latest hit vibrated through her bones. Smoke curled in the air, mixing with the scent of expensive whiskey and sweat. Men in designer agbadas and gold chains lounged on plush couches, their eyes tracking her like she was fresh meat. But Ava didn’t look at them. Her gaze locked onto him. At the very back of the club, surrounded by armed men and beautiful women, sat Obinna Eze. Tall. Dark. Impossibly handsome. Dressed in an all-black agbada that screamed power. A gold Rolex glinted on his wrist. A cigar dangled between his fingers. And his eyes—God, his eyes—were watching her like she was the only person in the room. Ava’s heart pounded, but she didn’t falter. She sauntered toward him, hips swaying, lips curved in a confident smirk. One of his bodyguards stepped forward, blocking her path. Obinna lifted a single finger. The guard moved. Silence fell over his table as Ava stopped in front of him. "Obinna," she purred. He took a slow drag of his cigar, his gaze traveling down her body and back up. "Lola," he finally said, his voice deep, smooth, and laced with danger. "I’ve been hearing stories about you." "Good ones, I hope." "Depends." He leaned forward, his cologne—something expensive, something foreign—wrapping around her. "You’re either the best thing that’s walked into my club… or the worst." Ava held his stare, her pulse racing. This was the game. One wrong word, one wrong move, and she’d disappear before sunrise. But then Obinna did something unexpected. He smiled. And in that moment, Ava realized something terrifying— She wasn’t scared of him. She was scared of herself. Because the way her body reacted to him? That was the real danger. And that… that could get her killed. TO BE CONTINUED…

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THE NATURE OF NASIR EL-RUFAI MY WATCH: Former President Olusegun Obasanjo On El-Rufai👇 "I recognized his weaknesses; the worst being his inability to be loyal to anybody or any issue for long, but only to Nasir El - Rufai". "I have heard of how he viciously savaged the reputation of his uncle, a man who was like his foster father". "Character wise, Nasir has not much going for him". "My vivid recollection of him is his penchant for lying, for unfair embellishment of stories and his inability to sustain loyalty for long". "I believe that he can still be used in public service under guidance and sufficient oversight, making allowance for the psychology of his petit size". "He was described as a malicious liar. He was more than that; he is a pathological purveyor of untruths and half - truths with little or no regard for integrity".

"Her skull was cracked" - Autopsy Result as widower Ubong seeks new partner weeks before wife's burial When Glory Uwak died earlier this year in Akwa Ibom State, Nigeria, her passing seemed sudden but unremarkable to the wider public. But the details that emerged in the days and weeks following her death have shaken many, especially after an autopsy revealed what one advocate described simply and painfully: "Her skull was cracked." Now, less than a month before her scheduled burial on August 1st, her husband, Ubong Uwak, has found himself at the center of a new wave of outrage this time, for a Facebook post seeking a new partner. On July 9th, Ubong, who also goes by Ubby Uwak online, posted in a Christian singles group on Facebook. “Looking for a God-fearing sister,” he wrote, in what appeared to be a straightforward relationship request. But his post was quickly met with sharp criticism not because of its content, but because of its timing. Friends, former colleagues, and members of the online community quickly pointed out that his wife had not yet been buried, and, more alarmingly, that her death was still surrounded by serious questions. Among the most vocal critics was Roberta Edu, Glory's former employer and a woman who had tried, quietly at first, to support a push for justice. “You see why I always say you can’t cry more than the family? Her skull was cracked. Blood flowed from the cracks into her throat. That was the autopsy result. And yet, he’s out of custody, posting about dating,” she wrote in a public post. Edu said she had met with Glory just hours before her death. Not long after, friends and family began coming forward with stories of abuse, painting a picture of a marriage marked by fear, control, and violence. Concerned, Edu said she contacted Glory’s family and encouraged them to file a formal complaint with the police. She helped fund an autopsy. She paid legal fees. She pushed, hoping the findings would clear any doubt. What came back from the coroner was, in her words, devastating: “It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t sudden. It was violent.” Edu said she pressed the police to pursue the case fully, even taking it to the headquarters in Abuja after alleging that a local police officer was trying to derail the investigation. Ubong was arrested and detained. Glory’s family initially supportive began to retreat. Her father, Edu said, wrote to the police to withdraw the complaint. He said his son-in-law was incapable of such a crime. The case file was still with the Directorate of Public Prosecution (DPP), but momentum was gone. “I was ready to fight the police, the suspect, and anyone standing in the way of justice, The only ones I couldn’t fight were her family.” Edu said She eventually pulled back from the case. Then, not long after Ubong’s release, came the dating post. “He hasn’t buried her. The autopsy said she died from head trauma. And now, he wants a new wife? Women say they want marriage. Go ahead. Maybe you’ll be next.” “Churches that like to join nonsense, They knew. There were signs. But they still blessed the marriage.”

When people die, we say: “Do not speak ill of the dead.” But today, I ask one question: what of the living the dead ruined? What of the lives they shattered? The voices they silenced? The dreams they wasted? What if the dead ruled with cruelty and departed, leaving a trail of victims too damaged to ever recover? What if their legacy is the reason some died untimely, violently, and unnecessarily in the first place? Muhammadu Buhari is gone. And once again, a bleeding nation is being asked to perform its most dangerous ritual: FORGET! But I remember. I remember citizens waving flags and singing the anthem gunned down at Lekki Tollgate by soldiers, under his government that saw a demand for dignity as defiance. The streetlights went off. The cameras looked away. The bullets rained down mercilessly on unarmed citizens! He was Commander-in-Chief! Families are still grieving. Many are still missing. His government denied their murder. They made us question the evidence of our own eyes. They spat on our memory and dared us to forget. I remember the Shi’ites fathers, sons, women, children dragged through dust, crushed under boots, for daring to march and pray differently. I remember the violent burial of justice when DSS agents invaded judges’ homes at midnight, Gestapo-style, without warrants, without shame, without consequence. Till date, no justification. And the judiciary never stood the same again. I remember the hundreds of “repentant” Boko Haram terrorists he released back into society with fanfare, jollof rice, sewing machines, starter packs, and smiles while widows of slain soldiers clutched folded flags and death certificates. While children from burnt villages grew up without homes, without fathers, without mothers, without answers. I remember the grievous collapse of the economy the deepest plunge into abyss this nation had witnessed in recent history while Buhari repeatedly abandoned the country, disappearing for weeks without remorse, without explanation. As inflation soared, the Naira crumbled into disgrace, and food prices became horror stories, he remained absent. Absent while businesses folded. Absent while the World Poverty Clock declared Nigeria the Poverty Capital of the World. He watched from a distance, aloof, detached, unmoved and whenever he spoke, it was either denial or pure condescension. No strategy. No empathy. No shame. I remember the wickedness of his final days in office a Naira redesign wrapped in the disguise of reform, announced without foresight, without care for the poor, the sick, the elderly, or the rural. People died not for lack of medicine, but because they couldn’t use or access their money to purchase it. Aged parents wept bitterly in the streets, under the hot sun, for days that turned into weeks, because their own money was locked away. And Buhari, the Chief Architect of that doomsday policy the man under whose watch lives wasted like scraps of paper was the single biggest beneficiary of public goodwill in our democratic history! Yet they say, “Do not speak ill of the dead.” Why? Because he is now under the earth? Was he not godlike in power while we suffered under his rule? Since when did death become a bleach that wipes away how people lived? Since when did dying canonize men who had no empathy for the living? He died in London not in Zaria, not in Enugu, not in Jos but in a foreign hospital most Nigerians cannot even dream of, let alone afford. And his media aide, Femi Adesina, looked Nigerians dead in the face and said, "Buhari could have long died if he used Nigerian hospitals...due to lack of medical competence..." The sheer cruelty of the Nigerian ruling class in full glare! So, who should use Nigerian hospitals? Who should suffer the lack of "medical competence"? The aggrieved masses, from whom you now demand silence or empathy for the dead? The one who ruled for 8 YEARS over bad hospitals, empty pharmacies, and unpaid doctors? And when his time came, he fled, as usual, the very system he created. He ran from his own legacy. How many Nigerians can run from bad governance? How many of you reading this can afford London clinics? But again, they say: “Do not speak ill of the dead.” Do not remember your pain. Do not remember your trauma. Do not remember the loved ones you buried. Do not remember the blood that dried on our streets. Do not remember your truth. But I do remember. And I will not be silent. He governed like a ghost distant, cold, silent except when denying responsibility. He left a nation poorer, angrier, and more broken than he met it. He stole our time. He wasted our growth. He stifled our voice. And now, they want to steal our memory too? Nigeria is a tragedy dressed in resilience. We are too forgiving. Too adaptive. Too FORGETFUL. We hug trauma like tradition. We laugh in hunger...in pain! We move on too fast, too far, before our wounds even scab. We’ve normalized cuddling and being ruled by people who do not love us. Leaders who weaponize our silence. Who live lavishly off our forgetfulness. Who take and take and take because they know: When they die, we’ll still say “rest in peace.” We’ll still honor their ignoble memory and whisper: “Don’t speak ill of the dead.” And so we never name shame. We never call wickedness exactly what it is. We never hang failure around the necks of those who earned it. And that is why it never ends. That is why they never stop taking us for granted. Let Buhari’s name NEVER be uttered with reverence. Let his memory haunt the halls of power. Let his people carry the burden of the name that emptied a nation. Let every living and future president, governor, senator, judge, and minister know: If you ruin lives, you will not be remembered in peace. We will not lie for you. We will not absolve you. We will not let death whitewash your legacy. We will not silence our truth for the comfort of your memory. --- This post is about us. About Nigeria. And how we keep burying our trauma under the cloak of politeness. We say: “Let the dead rest.” But did the dead let us rest? We say: "Respect the dead." But did the dead respect the living? We must stop confusing cowardice for civility. We must stop mistaking silence for grace. We must be comfortable with painful truth, demanding accountability, and having tough conversations! We must make it clear: To die in disgrace must be a warning to the living. A nation that does not shame the wicked will keep giving birth to monsters. I want a country where our children have a future they can trust. Where they look up to their leaders and not just up at airplanes far in the sky. Where our brightest minds don’t flee to be second-class citizens elsewhere. Where hospitals heal, not kill. Where doctors and health personnel are well paid and not told to go learn tailoring, like Buhari's own Health Minister once said, without fear of any rebuke from his boss, the President! Where leaders are true stewards, not shameless, heartless predators. And if that future must begin with truth, then let it begin here. Buhari failed this country. Spectacularly. Shamelessly. Fatally. He squandered hope and enormous goodwill, the kind never seen before. That is his legacy, and I will not pretend otherwise. Because when death becomes a sweet deodorant for wickedness, we teach the living that legacies don’t matter and that is how nations die long before their people do. And to those of you who say, “He’s gone now. Let’s move on. Let’s focus on our own legacy…” I say: we cannot build clean legacies atop the graves of unaccounted wickedness. To move forward without reckoning is not wisdom; it is willful amnesia. It is dangerous, faux morality! The dead may be gone, yes. But their choices still live with us. Their impact outlives their breath. And the way we remember them tells the living what history will one day say of them too. “Do not speak ill of the dead?” Then, let the dead live better. Let them lead with conscience, remembering the day they'll take their final breath. Enough of political correctness that earns us nothing. Enough of false civility that brings us more chains and despair. Enough of this culture of respectability we have pushed too far into sheer docility. Let the dead rest, if they so deserve. But let the truth never sleep. My name is Ayo Atitebi, and I am my father's child! Copied.

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Let’s stop deceiving ourselves. Love is not enough. Romance won’t sustain you. And marriage built on feelings will collapse under pressure. Because marriage isn’t an emotional experiment. It’s a power move. 1. Feelings Fade—Structure Stays You’re happy today. Great. But what happens when money gets tight? What happens when you lose your job? What happens when she wakes up and says, “I’m not in love anymore”? If your marriage was built on butterflies, expect it to collapse once the wind changes. Love is a spark. But marriage needs fuel. Vision. Structure. Alignment. Sacrifice. Strategy. 2. If You’re 70 and You Marry 30—Your Household Is 50 Let’s talk logic. You’re wise. She’s fresh. But instead of raising your stock, she drops the average. You’re thinking legacy—she’s thinking TikTok. You’re building wealth—she’s building “influencer reels.” (She’s not even ready to build it into a media business.) You’ve seen war—she’s crying because you forgot to comment on her new selfie. 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SOME PEOPLE SEIZED OUR PROPERTY IN ANOTHER NATION THROUGH A STRONG MAFIA. BUT GOD GAVE US VICTORY! THE PROPERTY IS NOW READY FOR DEDICATION. WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT WE WERE ONCE ONLY FOUR IN THIS CHURCH? IN THE RACE OF LIFE, THERE IS NO CHAMPION WITHOUT CHALLENGES. - Bishop David Oyedepo on UNVEILING THE BREAKTHROUGH POWER OF LOVE (2A) at Covenant Day Of Marital Breakthrough Service || 13th July 2025 || Faith Tabernacle, Canaanland|| First Sunday Service || Part D Every true lover of Jesus emerges more than a conqueror in every battle if he sustains his love for God. The problem now is, people are challenged and they disconnect from God. Now, who will help them? Their challenges manipulated them to disconnect from God their Helper, so where will there help come? Church Gist. Job stayed through and came through. Isaiah 43:2. There is no champion in the race of life without challenges. Champions are made out of challenges. It's like a student crying during an exam, they say why, he says "Exam, exam has come. (crying)" You know that's a problem. Genesis 22:1. He (Abraham) passed the test. Now, who would believe here that this Church was once 4 and then 6 and then 10, all kinds of things along the line, but no disconnection, no disconnect. You see us celebrating 10 people, you'll be wondering, are they mad? No disconnect. Total income of this Ministry 1984 for the whole year was 18,000 plus. Church Gist. You have heard that too many times. No need to say, 'It should have been working now' Are you the one to set the exam? How can you set the exam and be marking it yourself? Yet, I've signed a Covenant of Love since 1976. I heard a call in a broad vision 1981 and He said go ahead to Church ministry, 1983 and the Church is crawling 1984, yet the love is burning. Wake up my friend, wake up! - Somebody's story is changing. Don't let challenges cower you. You're in command. With the love of God at work in your heart, you're in command. Don't let challenges cower you. Church Gist. You're in command with the love of God in your heart. Every true lover of Jesus emerges more than a conqueror from every battle. You can't kill love. Songs of Solomon 8:7. - Somebody's story is changing. - May your love remain unbreakable. - May your love for God remain unbreakable. - May your own love for God remain unbreakable. What is in love that engenders breakthrough? Please, listen. 1. Our love for God enhances access to revelation. Every true lover of God accesses revelation without stress. Revelation is not a product of mental exertion. Deuteronomy 29:29. Genesis 18:17. "Abraham, come. The cry of Sodom and Gomorrah has ascended to me and I've come here to destroy them" I mean, your love for God and my love for God makes us His confidant. Church Gist. He confides in us, He unveils to us what others may not access. John 15:15. Revelation flows like a river in the life of true lovers of Jesus. It flows like a river, revelation flows like a river and what is it? Behind every supernatural turnaround is access to revelation. Isaiah 60:1-3. So, when you are in love, you gain natural access to revelations. You are not struggling, when you take your Bible, light flows. Church Gist. You take a book to read, light, wow! Because you are in love. Thank you, Jesus. 2 Corinthians 3:18. Revelation changes our stories from one level of glory to another. 2. Love empowers our faith to deliver maximally. Why? Faith works by love. Our faith will deliver to the level of our love for God. 1 Corinthians 13:1,2. So, it is the quality of our love for God that defines the delivery of our faith. Church Gist. The quality of our love for God is what determines the outcome of our faith. All this is God showing us love is the master key to all-round breakthroughs in life. Amen. 3. Love facilitates answers to our prayers. When you are truly in love with God, you will hate to toy with what displeases God and that gives express access to our prayers. Isaiah 59:1,2. Psalm 66:18,19. When we turn from whatever God hates, line of access in prayer is opened. Church Gist. David committed a grevious sin but he repented and now verily, God has heard him. Every true lover is fast at repentance. Thank you Jesus. That blind man said, "I know that know God heareth not the prayer of sinners. I know. Whether I be a sinner or not, I know not. Once I was blind, now I can see. But I know God heareth not sinners." When you are in love, you are all out to want to please Him at all times. 4. Finally, Love enhances access to wisdom from above. Paul the Lover was acknowledged by the Apostles as a man of wisdom. Romans 8:35-37. 2 Peter 3:15. The Apostle recognised him as a man of wisdom. He is in love. You know, when you are in love, you dwell in God and God in you and our God is the only wise God, now He lives in you. Church Gist. So, you have the right answer. Many times, silence is the best answer for victory. Praise God! Silence is the best answer for victory. There was a year we had an issue in a particular nation where through a strong mafia, they seized our property and had a court judgement that we are not the owner of the property and so, they called me and I said, God is big enough to defend Himself. No mention, no nothing, silence. No contact with anybody under Heaven. Silence! And God stood up to it. Now the property is ready for dedication. Church Gist. Glorious victory! I saw the picture this last week of the new structure we are building there. God fought the battle like no man else can. He fought and won the battle in grand style. There was no contact with anybody. God stood in there. The wisdom of God is a mighty weapon of war.

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

Once Pep guardiola said : Messi's worst performance is some players best. 🇫🇷 Ousmane Dembélé for Paris Saint-Germain: 🏟️ Games 𝟗𝟏 ⚽ Goals 𝟑𝟗 🎯 Assists 𝟐𝟓 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐝'𝐎𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬. 🇦🇷 Lionel Messi for Paris Saint-Germain: 🏟️ Games 𝟕𝟓 ⚽ Goals 𝟑𝟐 🎯 Assists 𝟑𝟒 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐬𝐠,𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞. 👀🤯 Messi a goat for a reason Follow the page for more stories #viscabarcaviscacatalunya #viscbarca

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