History: A Guide to the Present and the Future. The study of the past to understand the present and predict the future is the sole purpose of history. Yet, it is quite unfortunate that many who study history fail to learn its lessons. Time and time again, century after century, people keep making the same mistakes their forefathers made. They pass down these mistakes—knowingly or unknowingly—to their children, who in turn pass them to the next generation. Historical mistakes don’t just lie in matters of health; they affect all aspects of life. A society that doesn’t learn from history is bound to keep moving in circles, repeating old patterns and handing them over to future generations. So, learn from history. Don’t just memorize historical names and dates. Understand the why, the how, and the consequences. History is the study of the past, to understand the present and predict the future. So do you just know history and not learn the lessons? #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex

You can do all things through Christ. Always remember this.

Good evening y'all. So I'm thinking of starting a short story series where I'll post a chapter everyday. The title of the story is "FORBIDDEN LOVE" What do y'all think?

Starlight. Starlight was a kingdom in the vast heavens, home to countless stars scattered across the sky. Each one shone in its own way—some brightly, others dimly. Among them was one star who never believed in its own ability to shine. Though born into a territory known for mediocrity—a place where stars glimmered faintly—this star accepted the lie that it was never meant to shine. So, every time the others rose to light up the sky, he hid behind the glow of the moon, whispering excuses to himself. He did this day after day, until eventually... he crumbled into a crust—an echo of the light he never let shine ________________ We are all stars, born to shine. It is a disservice to God, to yourself, and to humanity when you choose to dim the light placed within you. Your environment should never define your potential. Our Lord Jesus was born in Nazareth—a place so overlooked that people asked, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Yet, Jesus lived a radiant life, standing out among His peers, subordinates, and superiors. You are meant to shine. Don’t let self-doubt, sin, or fear rob the world of your light. Step out today. Shine with purpose. Shine with boldness. Shine because the world needs your light. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #JulietChinenyenwaAlex

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You become a fruit of what you constantly sow in your subconscious thoughts. Shun every negative thoughts. #grace #teamE #alexjulietchinenyenwa

My Only Crime Was Being a Slim Girl Sitting beneath the silver glow of the moon, Anita exhaled softly, fighting back the tears swelling in her eyes. She ran a hand through her thick, curly hair as her mind drifted back to the events of the day. The morning had started with a wave of nausea—it felt like her period was around the corner. “Ugh,” she groaned, stepping carefully down the brown wooden staircase. Her family was already seated at the breakfast table. “Good morning, everyone,” she greeted quietly, sliding into the seat beside her father. “I feel sick,” she muttered. “Well, if you ate more, maybe you wouldn’t feel that way. Look at you—you’re all bones and skeleton,” her sister Janice said, casually. The room fell silent. “Janice!” their mother snapped, eyes wide. “That’s a very rude thing to say to your younger sister. Apologize now.” She passed the golden Penny butter to Anita, whose face had already fallen. “I’m sorry. I was only joking. Anita knows that,” Janice mumbled with a nervous chuckle. Anita forced a smile and shrugged, but those words clung to her like a shadow. The rest of the day dragged by. She kept to herself, brushing off her friends’ attempts to cheer her up. At school, things only got worse. Amarachi, the class bully, didn’t hold back. “Anita, this your cloth no fit you at all. You be like broom wey dem dress up. You sure say breeze no go carry you one day?” she sneered. Laughter exploded around her. Anita didn’t flinch, but her heart did. Now, under the calm night sky, Anita sat in silence. She licked her lips, wondering why the world could be so cruel to someone who had done nothing wrong—except exist in her own skin. But as the breeze touched her cheek, she made a silent vow: she would no longer give anyone the power to define her worth. No more shrinking back. No more tears. No more allowing people to body-shame her into silence. She would love herself—slim body and all. Her only crime was being a slim girl. And that was no crime at all. --- Dear Reader, Have you ever been judged or body-shamed for being too slim, too fat, too short, too tall—just too something? You're not alone. Let’s speak up and lift each other. Drop a comment below if you've ever experienced body shaming and how you overcame it. Tag someone who needs to hear this. Share to spread love, not judgment. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex

It's a beautiful morning. It's a wonderful day. Go out and conquer. #grace #goodmorning

"You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign. “Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys. "So... who's the father?" Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.” Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?” “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking. She lowered her head and began to sob. “My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.” Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.” “So what do I do now?” Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.” “That’s absurd,” Gladys replied. “Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.” _______ Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice. She aborted the baby. But she ended up with a damaged womb. A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for. ________ This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through. They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one. Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks. No matter how many people normalize it. No matter how curious you are. And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound. God’s word says: “Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22 © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

If you don't get up, make a move, take risks, explore and try new things. You just might spend the rest of your life regretting why you did not. Seize every moment. #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex