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Happy Sunday famz #Ijesuccess #Happiness

#team2 Life is like chess game and any wrong move leads to defeat

Happy mother's day to all women in the house

Sunday Night Thoughts As the weekend fades and a new week begins, take a moment to reflect: What did you learn? What made you smile? Let it all settle. Rest isn’t laziness — it’s preparation. 🛌✨ Here’s to a calm mind and a strong start tomorrow. 💪 Goodnight, and go into the week with purpose. 🌟 #knowledge #gbemiking #SundayNight #MindfulMoments #Recharge #NewWeekNewGoals #RestWell

🌤️ Everything Will Be Okay If life feels heavy right now, take heart — storms don’t last forever. You’re doing better than you think. Growth is happening, even in the quiet. 🌱 Take it one step, one breath, one day at a time. You’ve made it this far — and brighter days are coming. 💛 #knowledge #gbemiking #KeepGoing #YouGotThis #BetterDaysAhead #StayStrong #PositiveVibes

*Announcement*/ *Advice* I had a serious case in the court of appeal today on the land matter. The case is between my clients and some Omo onile at Ikotun/ ìgandò Lagos state My clients won in the High court on merits but sadly today we lost on appeal. The decision of the Court of appeal says that any Documents issued, or written or registered as Mr and Mrs XXXXX is a non - existent and non - juristic person which has no locus standing to sue for a legal action or maintain an action in the lawsuit. Thus, any form of receipt, survey plan or registered instrument in law which is written as Mr and Mrs XXXXX is invalid, null and void. I cry today because all my effort wasted on the matter. My advice for us please stop having any documents in term of Mr and Mrs anything. The love between couple does not extend or transcend the law. All these Pastor and Mummy G.O on any documents or Alhaji and Alhaja anything is wrong. Professor and Dr( Mrs) anything is not acceptable as one person in law. Please let's use my case as a case study. What is admissible in Courts is : Mr. ISAAC ABRAHAM and Mrs REBECCA ABRAHAM Not Mr. & Mrs Isaac ABRAHAM. (A senior learned friend adviced) Please let's be wise. Note, the Court is not saying that husband and wife should not own a property jointly, but the documentation must reflect both names in full.. #Emacraft #Consistency

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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