The Behaviours of a Confident Person You Need to Emulate. 1. Speak up when you have something to say. Do not be afraid of speaking your mind. 2. Take time to relax and reflect on what you have achieved and achieving. 3. Be decisive when making decisions; trust your own judgement. 4. Make mistakes but learn from them. Recognize failure as a learning opportunity. 5. Maintain good body language. Stand up straight and make eye contact with others. 6. Aim high but be realistic in your goals and expectations. Set manageable milestones that are achievable and work towards those instead of worrying about perfection. 7. Think positively and look for the good in any situation, no matter how bad it may seem at the time. 8. Recognize successes, even small ones. Take pride in what you have achieved! 9. Practice self-care. Find balance between taking care of your mental and physical health in order to stay energized and be motivated. #SpreadTheLove #PeaceOfMind

"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

*Life is a circle of* *CONTRIBUTIONS:* *I* Contribute. *You* Contribute. *We* Contribute. *They* Contribute When any party ceases to Contribute, the circle will be broken and leakages will be discovered. *Whatever you are enjoying today, is someone else's Contribution.* Whatever you are lacking today, is because someone who supposed to Contribute didn't. Don't be that person, who because he refuses to Contribute, causes leakages to the circle. *Every person on earth is here to Contribute to make the world a better place.* Contribution is the essence of living. You can Contribute anything useful. *You can Contribute in* ▪️knowledge, ▪️in understanding, ▪️in wisdom, ▪️in love, ▪️in peace, ▪️in resources, and ▪️in finances. *Also, you can Contribute* ▪️physically, ▪️spiritually, ▪️intellectually, ▪️financially, ▪️morally etc. When you Contribute, people will eat, *when people Contribute, you will eat*. *ASK YOURSELF*: What is my Contribution in that place that I am? *What have you Contributed to make progress?* What is lacking as a result of your refusal to Contribute? What is the way forward? *The answer explains the scarcity or abundance in that place.* *YOUR PRESENCE IS IRRELEVANT if you have nothing to Contribute.* Even Nature Contribute. - *CONTRIBUTION is the way to go*- * In the *Mosque/Church,* Contribute... * In your workplace, where you earn your daily living, Contribute... * In the school e.g. Old boys\girls. * Contribute... * In the *house,* Contribute... * In the market, Contribute... * In the *society*, Contribute... * In the village, Contribute... * In the community, Contribute... * In the *family,* Contribute... * In your street, Contribute... * In your Fellowship or Association Contribute. Wherever you find yourself, contribute for impact. Everywhere, try to Contribute... *WE ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE:* Contribute in love... Instead of complaining, Contribute. Instead of destructive criticism, Contribute. Instead of being embittered, Contribute. Instead of watching, Contribution is the right use of energy... *Nobody destroys where he has contributed to build.* THE WORLD WILL BE WORTH LIVING, IF EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES MEANINGFULLY. *START CONTRIBUTING POSITIVELY NOW!!!* Start making impact from today and may God bless us all. Thank You! Comr Eze Chibuzo Jonathan Most Social. #Eze Chibuzo #Discipline #nakupenda

Omo, make I talk as e dey do me, I no go even lie, if na me dem treat like this, I for vex too. E hard to dey do “turn the other cheek” when person don slap you sotey your whole soul dey pain. Dem really carry this woman play, and still expect her to keep quiet? E no dey work like that. But as I reason am well, I come realize say two wrong no dey ever make right. As sweet as revenge dey feel that moment, sometimes e dey leave one kind bitterness for body later. And if you no comot that bitterness, e go just dey grow like weed. She don suffer, e clear. Wetin pain pass na say she hold this man down from nothing, yet na betrayal she get in return. Still, I go talk true: revenge no go heal that kind wound, e just dey shift the pain. Now dem dey beg her, meaning say karma don show face. She fit help or she fit waka comot, but make she choose wetin go bring her peace of mind. Because at the end, na peace wey person need pass all these wahala. To me, she no be wicked person, she na woman wey pain break. I just dey pray make she no lose herself inside this storm. Make her children no grow dey carry this hurt join body. Make she still try find small joy, small healing, because she don already prove say she strong. Life go still better, make she no let their darkness kill her light. #SpreadTheLove #PeaceOfMind #NakupendaCares

#Waskydone Do all to you can to make an impact, put in your best in whatever good course you find urself in, posterity will speak for you of your impact.

#DISCIPLINE #Find peace

With every problem you discoverd try finding a solution You also can be an innovator #aduloju70 #attendance #passion

RELATIONSHIPS Why Friendship is more important than you think "In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." – Khalil Gibran We often prioritize and seek romantic relationships first and foremost. We also value our family bonds and tend to favor these connections. However, this can mean that we leave friendships by the wayside. And yet friendships can be very important for a good, satisfying, and meaningful life. Friendships are special because they are usually far more about positive emotions and fun than other relationships. That is not to say that friends won’t be there during the hard times, but that we tend to hang out with them when we want to. With a relative or a partner, there are usually more obligations. This means that friends can become those positive relationships that bring us joy and happiness, even when things are tough elsewhere. Secondly, friends are chosen, and as we maintain a friendship, we keep making the choice to stick with that person. It empowers us to build long and satisfying connections but let go of those that are less significant. #nakupenda #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou #Relationships

Let’s Talk About How the Web Actually Works So you open a browser, type a URL, hit enter—and boom, a website loads. But what's really happening behind the scenes? Here’s a super simple breakdown: DNS Lookup: Your browser asks, “Where can I find this website?” DNS translates the domain (like example.com) into an IP address (like 192.168.x.x). Request Sent: Your browser sends a request to that address—basically saying, “Hey server, send me the website files.” Response from the Server: The server sends back HTML, CSS, JavaScript, and other resources. Rendering: Your browser reads the HTML, styles it with CSS, adds interactivity with JS, and displays the page. It all happens in milliseconds—but knowing this gives you a serious edge as a developer. Do you want to know how HTML, CSS, and JavaScript really do and how they work together? hit the, comment and follow button so you can get notify when I post it #webdevelopment #dailypost #HowtheWebWorks

The first step towards success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself. #ForTUNate_2016

#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

Encouragement Note: Hey, I know things feel heavy right now, like the world is asking too much of you. But please remember this: the fact that you’re still here, still breathing, still fighting — that’s strength. You don’t have to have it all figured out today. You just need to take one more step. Even if it's small. Even if it’s just getting out of bed. You matter. Your story isn’t over. Pain passes, storms quiet, and new light always finds a way in. The world needs you — just as you are. Please stay. You’re not alone, and better days are coming. With hope, Someone who believes in you. #waskydone