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™ I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school. It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him. When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out. One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement. "Daddy..." And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home. They were so happy. Jeremy looked at me. "You came to pick me up?" "Yes. I did." He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends. "Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow." And he entered the car. While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail. "Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?" He touched it with his hands. "My mum. She slapped me this morning." "Why?" He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road. "My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore." "Why?" "I do not know." "Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?" "Sometimes. I told her." "And she is not happy I do that?" He nodded his head and turned to look at the road. "I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you." He was speechless. While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building. I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together. He smiled. We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out. While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me. "Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today." I laughed. I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work. This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed. I am at work now, and considering the second option. I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does. That's all. My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do. #Discipline #nakupenda

What are the best ways to meet new people? Meeting new people can be an exciting adventure! Here are some of the best ways to expand your social circle: Join a Class or Workshop: Whether it's cooking, painting, or a new language, classes are a great way to meet people with similar interests. Participate in Sports Leagues: Engaging in team sports not only keeps you active but also helps you bond with teammates. Attend Local Events: Check out community events, festivals, or markets. These gatherings are perfect for mingling. Volunteer: Helping out for a cause you care about can connect you with like-minded individuals. Use Social Platforms: Websites like Meetup.com or local Facebook groups can help you find events and activities in your area. Frequent Local Cafés or Libraries: Regular visits to local spots can lead to casual conversations and new friendships. Language Cafés: If you're interested in learning a new language, these informal gatherings are a fun way to meet people. Each of these options offers a unique way to connect with others. Which one sounds the most appealing to you? 😊 #Discipline #nakupenda #@mybest

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You told your wife👩‍🦰 that you were going to work but you went to her best friend's house whose husband is a so|dier. 👮‍♂️ Her husband comes back and you hurried|y hid under the bed 🛏️ The so|dier sends his wife off to the market while you are sti|| hiding under the bêd. you overhear him inviting a |ady over the phone.🤣🤣 The lady comes and shôrt|y after his wife comes knôcking citing that her c|othes are sta!ned and she wants to change them🥺 Before the soldier husband opened the door. He tells the lady to hide under the bed. Now, the lady who comes face to face with you under the bêd turns out to be your wîfe🤣🤣 and both of you are |ooking at each other under the bed like rãbbits without saying a word.🙆🤣🤣 In school, We call it REUNION In social gatherings, we call it GET TOGETHER In Mathematics, we call it Simultaneous Equation In Psychology, we call it "what goes around comes around" In Chemistry, we called it chain reaction In Economics, we call it demand and supply In Physics, we call it nuclear fusion! In Agriculture we call it crop rotation 😂😂😅 In English we call it coincidence 😂😂 In government we call it check and balance 🤓🤓 In food and nutrition we call it balance diet 😁😁 May the phone of those who skîp after reading without lîking and commenting and shãring fall into a bãsin of water🤣🤣 Dón't forget to share like and comment. #Discipline #nakupenda

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#Discipline THE SECRET OF A SLAY QUEEN WHO ONLY SLEEPS WITH MAD MEN Her name was Maliya—fierce, bold, unapologetically beautiful. On the outside, she was every man’s fantasy and every woman’s envy. Slay queen by title, heartbreaker by reputation. But what nobody knew was that behind her polished nails, heavy makeup, and thousand-dollar shoes was a twisted obsession—one that could ruin her life forever. Maliya didn’t sleep with rich politicians, or musicians, or sugar daddies. No. Her secret desire was far darker. She only felt true lust for men society called “mad.” The street wanderers. The mentally unstable. The forgotten souls. The kind who talked to the air, laughed at nothing, and roamed in tattered rags. She believed madness held a kind of freedom no rich man could ever give her. At night, when her friends were clubbing or posting half-naked pictures online, Maliya would sneak out in disguise. She wore an oversized hoodie, no makeup, just a scarf. She’d go behind the abandoned rail tracks where she knew one of them always slept. His name was Dogo. People said he had once been a brilliant university professor before something snapped in his head. Now he danced naked in the streets and barked like a dog. But to Maliya, Dogo was beautiful. She brought him food, bathed him, whispered to him, and made love to him like he was a king. And the terrifying part? He remembered her name. Every single time. “Maliya,” he would say, looking into her soul with eyes that once knew more than the world allowed. “They’ll never understand you, but I do.” She thought no one knew. Until one day, her closest friend, Anita, followed her. Anita had always suspected something strange about Maliya’s behavior. So when she saw Maliya sneaking behind the slums, she trailed her—and what she found left her speechless. Maliya on her knees, feeding a mad man with such devotion it almost looked holy. Anita tried to confront her. “Are you sick in the head? What if someone finds out? Your brand, your endorsements, your family—everything will be gone!” Maliya didn’t flinch. “I’m already gone, Anita. I’ve been gone since I was twelve and I watched my stepfather beat my mother to death and everyone called him a pastor. Madness feels safer than sanity to me.” Anita backed off. She didn’t understand, but she knew better than to question a pain she couldn’t imagine. But secrets don’t stay buried. A vlogger spotted Maliya a few days later, in her disguise, embracing another mad man near the river. The video went viral within hours. “Famous Slay Queen Seen Kissing Lunatic,” the headlines read. Her followers dropped. Brands cut ties. Her family disowned her. But strangely, she didn’t cry. She laughed. Laughed louder than ever before. Because now—finally—she didn’t have to hide. She took Dogo and two other mad men, moved into a remote area outside the city, and built a shelter for the mentally ill. She named it “The Free Mind.” But what she didn’t know was that one of the men she loved—one of the supposed “mad” men—wasn’t mad at all. He was a billionaire’s son hiding from a murderous conspiracy. And everything was about to change. To be continued.... Written by Real Life Stories Follow Bleeding pen for more

This old house was built way back in 1889, but it was left to crumble over the years. After he bought it, he worked his magic on it and turned it into something quite amazing. It’s hard to believe what he did with it! Wow, that’s awesome! Here’s what it looks like on the inside: #nakupenda #Discipline

#Discipline# Teach your children about safe and unsafe touch......Unsafe touch is anything that makes your child uncomfortable 🥵