A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment Episode 1 The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village. As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear. “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed. He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls. He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—” She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture. A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him. “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!” He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life. By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless. But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again. #worldwide #africanfolktales #Discipline #nakupenda

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"They say I bought a baby. That I skipped the pain of pr£gnancy because I’m too focused on beauty and fame. Some even said I was ashamed to carry a child without a husband. But here’s the real story they don’t know. After years of smiling in public and crying behind closed doors… after losing not one, but multiple pregnancies… I decided I couldn’t keep waiting for the “perfect” man or the “perfect” moment. I was tired of society’s d£adlines for women like me. So I made a choice. A bold one. I chose surr0gacy—not because I was running from motherhood, but because I was ready for it on my own terms. My daughter came into this world through another woman’s w0mb, but she is 100% mine. Blood of my blood. Heart of my heart. She calls me “mummy,” and that’s all the validation I need. Let them g0ssip. Let them twist the story. I have my baby—and peace. That’s more than enough." — Ini Edo #Discipline #nakupenda

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Over 2,200 years ago, a man measured the Earth… using shadows and a stick. In the 3rd century BCE, in the great Egyptian city of Alexandria, lived a man named Eratosthenes. Some mocked him by calling him Beta — the second letter of the Greek alphabet — implying he was second-best at everything. But in truth, he was an Alpha in knowledge. Astronomer, geographer, philosopher, poet, historian, mathematician, and director of the Great Library of Alexandria — he was a true Renaissance man… centuries before the Renaissance. One day, he read in a scroll that in the city of Syene (modern-day Aswan), on June 21st, the summer solstice, a vertical stick cast no shadow at noon. The sun stood directly overhead. But in Alexandria, on the same day and same hour, a stick did cast a shadow. Where most would overlook such a detail, Eratosthenes saw a cosmic clue. He reasoned: If the Earth were flat, the sun’s rays would hit both sticks equally — the shadows would match. But they didn’t. So, what could explain the difference? Only a curved Earth. He measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. It was about 7 degrees — roughly 1/50th of a full circle. He hired someone to measure the distance between Syene and Alexandria: about 800 kilometers. Then he did the math: 800 km × 50 = 40,000 km — the circumference of the Earth. That’s astonishingly accurate. No satellites. No telescopes. No calculators. Just observation, curiosity, and a mind that dared to ask why. Eratosthenes became the first person to calculate the size of a planet — and he did it by watching how a stick cast its shadow. ~ Carl Sagan #astronomer #geographers

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™ So yesterday I kept wondering what the problem with Jeremy was. Their school closes by 2 pm. So by 1:30 pm, I was already at Jeremy's school to pick him up so I could take him back home. I parked in front of the school gate, just across the road. Jeremy had once told me that his mum always left the key behind so he could pick it up and gain entrance to the house when he returned from school. While waiting for him, a young boy waved at me and shouted. "Daddy Jeremy." He was walking with two other young boys who waved at me in excitement. I smiled and waved back. Then quickly called them. "Have you seen Jeremy today?" I asked. "No sir. He didn't come to school." "He didn't?" "Yes." I thanked them and watched as they left. Well since Jeremy did not come to school, I felt probably he took a day off that day. This morning I waited for Jeremy again. I had dressed up very early and was already set to leave the house. When it was 6:50 am, and Jeremy didn't show up, I decided to drive to his house to pick him up. I got to his house and horned. Then I stepped down to walk to the door. I heard Jeremy crying from inside. His mother was seriously shouting at him. "So if he is not taking you to school you are not going to school? Is he your father? What is wrong with you? What has he given you to eat. Will you get dressed and go to school now. Are you stup'd? Or is something wrong with you?" I paused. I knew this whole thing was about me. I couldn't knock. I didn't know what her reaction would be next if she sees me. I heard running footsteps hitting the floor. I heard hands bagging tables. I heard Jeremy's cries and his mother shouting. Suddenly I heard her beating him again. "Pick your bags and go to school like other children. Go and join the bus now." I turned back, got into my car, and drove off. I didn't even know when a teardrop left my eyes. I feel hurt today. Really hurt. Today started out badly for me and not until I am sure Jeremy is fine, I may not be at rest. #nakupenda #Discipline #Chibuzo

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