Ministers of enjoyment. #nakupenda

On your journey to winning, bear in mind that fear will try to creep in, but your winning mindset should always be active, it'll keep you going till you get to the finished line. #grateful #sarahdalandlady

True Life Story: Daughter suspected that Daddy was cheating on Mummy, she snitched on Daddy, got his password, opened his phone while he was sleeping, and handed the phone to Mummy. Mummy thanked her, locked the phone, woke Daddy up, and told him to change his password because Daughter already knew it. Daddy was disappointed in Daughter. Daughter was disappointed in Mummy. Mummy was very proud of herself. She told Daughter, "You see this Man? I have known him for several years before you were born, and when you leave for your house, I will be the one with him and vice versa. I will never look for something that will make me see him as different from the good man that he has been." _ Is Mummy a wise woman? What do you think? Your opinion, please. #Ngo_123 #grace

WHEN YOU BECOME DISTRACTED AND LOSE FOCUS; • YOU LOSE CONFIDENCE — losing focus causes you to become unsure of yourself, your vision or your plan. • YOU LOSE CONSISTENCY — losing focus causes you to lose the time, energy and momentum necessary to fulfill your mission. • YOU LOSE CHANCES — losing focus causes you to miss out on opportunities for advancement and growth. • YOU LOSE CREDIBILITY — losing focus causes others to lose confidence in you, your abilities or your stability (resulting in an unwillingness to invest in your dream, vision or venture). • YOU LOSE CONNECTIONS — losing focus causes your relationships to gradually die from a lack of care, concern, consideration or concentration. • YOU LOSE CASH — losing focus can directly impact your finances by robbing you of a job, a career, a company or an important business deal. You cannot afford to lose focus in this season! Don’t wait for someone to “stir” you through inspiration or something to “provoke” you through obligation. Take an inventory of your life—who/what is necessary and who/what is not, who/what is draining you and who/what is sustaining you—then make the hard decisions necessary to recover your focus! Hope this made little sense? #chinosky #grace

Which of these favours would you appreciate more as a Tech newbie ? a) A laptop in range of NGN200k. b) Data support for 4 months c) NGN100k Support d) A mini mifi

Nakupenda a community, where genuine love thrives. #Happiness #Nakupenda #Ini

The feeling is electrifying, and the good part is that it's not in a dream. It's real. #Ini #Happiness

We will light up the world with love and happiness. #Nakupenda #Happiness #Ini

Speaking of Brilliance: 15 Yr Old Heman Bekele, originally from Ethiopia and now living in Annandale, Virginia, has been named Time’s 2024 Kid of the Year for his groundbreaking approach to treating skin cancer. Bekele created a low-cost bar of soap infused with imiquimod—a medication already approved for treating some forms of skin cancer in cream form. His inspiration came from witnessing laborers in Ethiopia who spent long hours in the sun without proper skin protection. Determined to make treatment more accessible across economic divides, Bekele set out to develop a solution that could help bridge that gap. #skincancer #Favour

The Chinese proverb Ask a question, and you're a fool for five minutes. Don't ask a question; you are a fool for the rest of your life. This proverb highlights the importance of asking questions and seeking knowledge, rather than remaining ignorant due to fear of temporary embarrassment. #Ngo_123 #grace

We are not just existing anymore. We are living our dream lifestyle. #Nakupenda #Happiness #Ini

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