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There are moments in life when everything feels unclear—when you’re questioning your path, your pace, and even your purpose. But what if this confusion isn’t failure, but the sacred space where your next level is forming? What if the fog is not meant to blind you, but to slow you down long enough to realign with who you’re truly becoming? You’re not lost—you’re evolving. The discomfort you feel is the stretch of growth, the silence is the sound of transformation taking root, and the delay is divine timing at work. Don’t panic. Don’t retreat. Stand still in your calm confidence, knowing this season isn’t happening to break you—it’s happening to build you. Keep showing up. Keep believing. You’re not falling apart—you’re falling into place. #Happiness #AWESOMEGOD

I made a mistake in 2016 by supporting Senator Ali Modu Sheriff as PDP National Chairman. I made another mistake in 2017 by supporting Prince Uche Secondus as PDP National Chairman. I made another mistake for supporting Tambuwal for PDP ticket in 2019 I made yet another mistake in 2021 by supporting Senator Iyorchia Ayu as PDP National Chairman. And, most recently, I made a mistake in 2023 by supporting Sir Sim Fubara as my successor. I know very soon he will make another mistake for supporting tinubu in 2023 Ladies and gentlemen I present to u the #mistakemakerofthecentury. #mistaker

Lessons from 10virgins 1. *Preparedness*: Be ready for unexpected delays or opportunities. 2. *Vigilance*: Stay alert and focused on your goals. 3. *Self-sufficiency*: Ensure you have the necessary resources (spiritual oil) to sustain you. 4. *Accountability*: Take responsibility for your actions and preparations. 5. *Timing*: Understand the importance of timing and being prepared for the right moment. #purity #Dicipline

#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 IS LIFE* You arrived naked, you will pass out naked. You arrived without goods or money, you will pass out without goods or money. Your first bath?, someone has washed you, your last bath?, someone will wash you. Why so much *malice* ? Why so much *hate* ? Why so much *envy* ? Why so much *spite* ? Why so much *resentiment* ? Why so much backbite? Why so much jealousy? Why so much selfishness? Let's be good to each other. Let's do the right things. This earth is market, we are all going back home. We have limited time on earth. DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME ON USELESS THINGS. ALSO USE UR TIME TO INVITE UR PEOPLE TO JOIN NAKUPENDA 🥰 #happiness #AWESOMEGOD

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The pope has now proceeded to the room of tears to remove his cardinal regalia and wear the white robe of the pope and the guard of honour has now mounted awaiting the announcement of the new leader of over 1.5billion Roman catholics all over the world. While we don't care who he is, we care about who he will be and what he stands for. Being Pope is a huge sacrifice for any body. That is why we constantly pray for the pope. #proudlycatholic #discipline

#Discipline #myMentor #nakupenda

Before I was born God's know I must come and fulfilled the greatest on earth. Amen 💖

Today has been one heal of a day.....treated more than 50 documents waiting for approvals.....God dey shaa

™ 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

#SpreadTheLove #Waskydone A moment with you is all I need, To plant a smile, to plant a seed. Of happiness, so pure and true— My every thought begins with you.