• 6-year-old Ugwoezuonu Ogechi Zara from Nigeria has made history by scoring 100% in the National Mathematics Competition, earning a scholarship worth N21 million ($13,000 USD) for her education at Evergreen College. This outstanding achievement, celebrated by the Mathematics Association of Nigeria, will support Zara’s education for the next 6 years. Her remarkable talent in mathematics has not only set her apart but also opened doors for her future success.
    6-year-old Ugwoezuonu Ogechi Zara from Nigeria has made history by scoring 100% in the National Mathematics Competition, earning a scholarship worth N21 million ($13,000 USD) for her education at Evergreen College. This outstanding achievement, celebrated by the Mathematics Association of Nigeria, will support Zara’s education for the next 6 years. Her remarkable talent in mathematics has not only set her apart but also opened doors for her future success. 🎓
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  • BREAKING NEWS: Super computer that predicted Manchester City to win the league last season has just Predicted Premier League table of the coming season: where would Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool , Manchester United and Manchester City will finish this season.

    This Can't be happening
    No one saw this coming

    Full Story: LINK IN COMMENTS
    BREAKING NEWS: Super computer that predicted Manchester City to win the league last season has just Predicted Premier League table of the coming season: where would Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool , Manchester United and Manchester City will finish this season. This Can't be happening😮 No one saw this coming 😳😳 Full Story: LINK IN COMMENTS 👇
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  • A critical defect affecting over 4 million vehicles has triggered one of the biggest recall-level fixes in EV history — and it’s not a minor glitch.

    The issue reportedly affects core vehicle functionality and could dent Tesla’s reputation for innovation and reliability. With regulatory pressure mounting and customer trust on the line, this fix could redefine how the company moves forward.

    And with rivals like BYD and Lucid rapidly gaining ground, the timing couldn’t be worse. Tesla’s dominance is under pressure — and how it handles this crisis may shape its future in the EV race.


    A critical defect affecting over 4 million vehicles has triggered one of the biggest recall-level fixes in EV history — and it’s not a minor glitch. The issue reportedly affects core vehicle functionality and could dent Tesla’s reputation for innovation and reliability. With regulatory pressure mounting and customer trust on the line, this fix could redefine how the company moves forward. And with rivals like BYD and Lucid rapidly gaining ground, the timing couldn’t be worse. Tesla’s dominance is under pressure — and how it handles this crisis may shape its future in the EV race.
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  • BREAKING NEWS: Real Madrid targeting Rodri as midfield priority following Champions League exit.

    Real Madrid is eyeing Manchester City's Rodri as their top target for midfield reinforcement in 2025

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    BREAKING NEWS: Real Madrid targeting Rodri as midfield priority following Champions League exit. Real Madrid is eyeing Manchester City's Rodri as their top target for midfield reinforcement in 2025 FULL STORY LINK IN COMMENT SECTION 👇
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  • Didier Drogba:
    "Torres' time at Chelsea wasn't as expected. Some even said it was one of the worst signings in the club's history in terms of performance compared to the price paid for him. But he scored a goal that will remain in the memory of the Blues forever.
    Torres was not part of coach Di Matteo's main plans during the 2012 Champions League campaign. He was only used for about 10 minutes across both legs of the semifinal against Barcelona.
    The equalizing goal he scored back then was historic and important for everyone. I remember he received the ball after a dangerous Barcelona attack near our penalty area. Xavi Hernández tried to pass through the depth of our defense, and if Torres hadn’t been in the right place at the right moment, Barcelona might have had one last chance — and no one knows how that could’ve ended.
    In the final minute of the match, he broke free and received the ball alone in Barcelona’s half, scoring the goal. I remember Roberto Di Matteo’s joy and the celebrations of the Chelsea players. After the match, Roman Abramovich came into the dressing room and told Torres, ‘You’re never leaving this place.’"
    Didier Drogba: "Torres' time at Chelsea wasn't as expected. Some even said it was one of the worst signings in the club's history in terms of performance compared to the price paid for him. But he scored a goal that will remain in the memory of the Blues forever. Torres was not part of coach Di Matteo's main plans during the 2012 Champions League campaign. He was only used for about 10 minutes across both legs of the semifinal against Barcelona. The equalizing goal he scored back then was historic and important for everyone. I remember he received the ball after a dangerous Barcelona attack near our penalty area. Xavi Hernández tried to pass through the depth of our defense, and if Torres hadn’t been in the right place at the right moment, Barcelona might have had one last chance — and no one knows how that could’ve ended. In the final minute of the match, he broke free and received the ball alone in Barcelona’s half, scoring the goal. I remember Roberto Di Matteo’s joy and the celebrations of the Chelsea players. After the match, Roman Abramovich came into the dressing room and told Torres, ‘You’re never leaving this place.’"
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  • People laughed when David Beckham joined the MLS, but it ended up being one of the smartest business moves in sports history:

    He made $255 million over 5 years playing for LA Galaxy

    Secured the rights to buy Inter Miami for just $25 million

    Later signed Messi when the club was worth $600 million

    Today, Inter Miami is valued at $1.2 billion

    Absolute masterclass in long-term vision and business!
    People laughed when David Beckham joined the MLS, but it ended up being one of the smartest business moves in sports history: He made $255 million over 5 years playing for LA Galaxy Secured the rights to buy Inter Miami for just $25 million Later signed Messi when the club was worth $600 million Today, Inter Miami is valued at $1.2 billion Absolute masterclass in long-term vision and business!
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  • THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING

    Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh.

    Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger.

    “Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…”

    Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world.

    “But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal.

    “You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.”

    In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left.

    Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love.

    Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper.

    Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch.

    A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand.

    Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.”

    “Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back.

    The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth.

    “What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before.

    The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood.

    They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway.

    “Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?”

    Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips.

    “You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home.

    Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear.

    “Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him.

    He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands.

    “My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?”

    “Wilson,” he replied hesitantly.

    “Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.”

    Wilson managed a faint smile.

    “I don’t know how to thank you...”

    “Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?”

    Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold.

    When he finished, silence filled the room.

    “Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly.

    Wilson stared at her in sh0ck.

    “What?”

    “I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.”

    “I… don’t…”

    CONTINUE READING IN THE COMMENTS BELOW.
    THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh. Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger. “Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…” Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world. “But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal. “You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.” In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left. Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love. Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper. Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch. A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand. Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.” “Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back. The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth. “What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before. The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood. They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway. “Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?” Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips. “You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home. Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear. “Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him. He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands. “My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?” “Wilson,” he replied hesitantly. “Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.” Wilson managed a faint smile. “I don’t know how to thank you...” “Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?” Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold. When he finished, silence filled the room. “Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly. Wilson stared at her in sh0ck. “What?” “I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.” “I… don’t…” CONTINUE READING IN THE COMMENTS BELOW. 👇👇
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  • Thank you Nigerians for joining us to make Quadri Alabi smile again.
    For every single person that’s rescued from the chains of oppression, humanity is elevated.

    History will vindicate the just.
    Thank you Nigerians for joining us to make Quadri Alabi smile again. For every single person that’s rescued from the chains of oppression, humanity is elevated. History will vindicate the just.
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  • Bring your chair and listen to this amazing life story
    Bring your chair and listen to this amazing life story
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  • WITH DUE RESPECT TO YOU HIS EXCELLENCY FORMER VICE PRESIDENT ATIKU ABUBAKAR, PETER RUFIA DIDN'T PLAY FOR KANU NWANKWO AND JJ OKOCHA ,RATHER HE PLAYED FOR NIGERIA NATIONAL TEAM, AND AS VICE PRESIDENT OF FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA YOU WERE IN THE BETTER POSITION TO HAVE DONE THINGS THAT WILL BE OF HELP TO THIS OUR LEGENDS.

    Atiku Abubakar This is former nigeria goalkeeper Peter Fregene, otherwise known as Flyíng cat back in the 70s, he is dyíng in abject póverty while Brazil celebrated Pele till dèath. It surprises me to see the likes of Kanu, Okocha celebrating Pele while this man is dyíng as a commóner! - thrend Reno Omokri Babajide Sanwo-Olu BBC News BBC Hausa Igbo History Pulse Nigeria
    WITH DUE RESPECT TO YOU HIS EXCELLENCY FORMER VICE PRESIDENT ATIKU ABUBAKAR, PETER RUFIA DIDN'T PLAY FOR KANU NWANKWO AND JJ OKOCHA ,RATHER HE PLAYED FOR NIGERIA NATIONAL TEAM, AND AS VICE PRESIDENT OF FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA YOU WERE IN THE BETTER POSITION TO HAVE DONE THINGS THAT WILL BE OF HELP TO THIS OUR LEGENDS. Atiku Abubakar This is former nigeria goalkeeper Peter Fregene, otherwise known as Flyíng cat back in the 70s, he is dyíng in abject póverty while Brazil celebrated Pele till dèath. It surprises me to see the likes of Kanu, Okocha celebrating Pele while this man is dyíng as a commóner! - thrend Reno Omokri Babajide Sanwo-Olu BBC News BBC Hausa Igbo History Pulse Nigeria
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  • Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date

    Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought…

    After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope.

    Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking:
    “Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.”

    But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet.

    Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage.

    Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired.

    Until one quiet evening… he met Ada.

    They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other.

    “Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear.
    “It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?”
    “You looked like someone who might need a snack.”

    She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes.

    They talked for hours.

    Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened.

    “Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.”

    For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh.
    Ada laughed too. It felt… easy.

    Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book.

    “I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.”

    Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies.

    That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper.
    He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot.

    The next day, he called.

    They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks.

    Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly.

    Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people.

    Jonathan wanted to believe it.

    Weeks passed.

    Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked.

    Ada turned to him, suddenly serious.

    “Can I ask you something weird?”
    “Of course.”
    “If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?”
    “Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully.
    “Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.”

    Jonathan’s heart almost stopped.

    Could she be the one?

    But just as he began to hope…

    Norah called.

    “Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.”
    “What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused.
    “I think… she knows who you really are.”

    Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date 💔 Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought… After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope. Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking: “Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.” But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet. Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage. Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired. Until one quiet evening… he met Ada. They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other. “Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?” “You looked like someone who might need a snack.” She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes. They talked for hours. Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened. “Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.” For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh. Ada laughed too. It felt… easy. Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book. “I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.” Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies. That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper. He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot. The next day, he called. They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks. Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly. Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people. Jonathan wanted to believe it. Weeks passed. Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked. Ada turned to him, suddenly serious. “Can I ask you something weird?” “Of course.” “If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?” “Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully. “Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.” Jonathan’s heart almost stopped. Could she be the one? But just as he began to hope… Norah called. “Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.” “What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused. “I think… she knows who you really are.”
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  • I'M NOT PROSPEROUS BY CHANCE, IT'S BY COVENANT AND DANGEROUS ACTS OF SACRIFICE AS PROMPTED BY THE HOLY GHOST.

    - Bishop David Oyedepo

    Bishop David Oyedepo teaching during the Impartation Service of the Easter Faith Convention on Monday, 21st April narrated how he vowed his salary to God forever in December, 1987. His salary at the time was N1,386.

    He said, "God's romance may be costly. He said, 'My Son, I'm pleased with you.' Oh, goose pimples all over my body. 'But what have you brought for me?' 'Lord, what do I have? Oh, my salary. I give it to you.' It was the most precious treasure of our lives then. How much was it? 1,386 Naira. I said, 'Lord, I give it to you.' That was December '87. Nobody heard it from my mouth until '96 when it had become a testimony with my own Accountant working for me. My wife asked me the following month, what about upkeep salary. I said I've laid it on the Altar so we are free to be hungry. That was the last time she asked. Church Gist. When you hear stories, check the story behind the story. We are not faking this thing here. I'm not prosperous by chance, it's by Covenant, dangerous acts of sacrifice as prompted by the Holy Ghost."

    He further stated how God demanded a property from him when funds were needed for Church planting. He obeyed and God told him, 'My Son David, even if you don't want to be rich, it's too late!'
    I'M NOT PROSPEROUS BY CHANCE, IT'S BY COVENANT AND DANGEROUS ACTS OF SACRIFICE AS PROMPTED BY THE HOLY GHOST. - Bishop David Oyedepo Bishop David Oyedepo teaching during the Impartation Service of the Easter Faith Convention on Monday, 21st April narrated how he vowed his salary to God forever in December, 1987. His salary at the time was N1,386. He said, "God's romance may be costly. He said, 'My Son, I'm pleased with you.' Oh, goose pimples all over my body. 'But what have you brought for me?' 'Lord, what do I have? Oh, my salary. I give it to you.' It was the most precious treasure of our lives then. How much was it? 1,386 Naira. I said, 'Lord, I give it to you.' That was December '87. Nobody heard it from my mouth until '96 when it had become a testimony with my own Accountant working for me. My wife asked me the following month, what about upkeep salary. I said I've laid it on the Altar so we are free to be hungry. That was the last time she asked. Church Gist. When you hear stories, check the story behind the story. We are not faking this thing here. I'm not prosperous by chance, it's by Covenant, dangerous acts of sacrifice as prompted by the Holy Ghost." He further stated how God demanded a property from him when funds were needed for Church planting. He obeyed and God told him, 'My Son David, even if you don't want to be rich, it's too late!'
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