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Title: Adira and the Heart of the Storm

Years had passed since Adira first became the Keeper of the Echoes. The village had grown, but the forests around it had grown even wilder, and the ancient trees whispered more often than ever. Adira, now a young woman, had learned to communicate with the forest, guiding it to balance the fragile boundary between the realms of magic and men.

One evening, as dusk fell and the sky pulsed with a thousand hues of gold and lavender, a strange thing happened. The forest fell silent. Not a single leaf stirred, not a breath of wind rustled the branches. The quiet was so profound, it pressed against Adira's chest.

A low rumble shook the ground beneath her feet.

Before she could move, the sky split with a roar, and a storm unlike any she'd seen descended upon the forest. Dark clouds, swirling like a tempest of shadows, spun violently above the trees. The air crackled with magic, and strange lights flickered within the storm. It was not just weather—it was an omen.

Adira ran toward the heart of the disturbance, following the pulse of magic she felt beneath her skin. The storm's fury grew with each step, but she was not afraid. She had faced the unknown before.

At the center of the storm stood a figure cloaked in shadow, their form shimmering like a silhouette made of night itself. The ground around them was scorched, the earth warped with unnatural energy.

"I've come to claim what is mine," the shadowed figure spoke, their voice like thunder rolling through the sky.

Adira stepped forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the vine-and-silver necklace that hung from her neck. The forest hummed in response, a soft, reassuring pulse.

"You don't belong here," Adira said, her voice steady. "This is the realm of balance, of peace. You will ******* it."

The figure laughed, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder.

"I was born of chaos. The forest cannot keep me out forever. You are too late, Keeper."

With a flick of the figure’s hand, the storm raged harder, lashing out with winds that could tear trees from their roots. Adira's eyes glowed with determination.

“No,” she said. “I am the Keeper of Echoes. And I will protect this place.”

The forest answered her call, its ancient power flowing through her veins. Adira raised her arms, and the vines around her swelled, twisting into forms of protection. The ground beneath her feet rumbled as the trees responded, their roots awakening, reaching deep into the earth.

The shadowed figure faltered as the earth itself began to push back, the magic of the forest encircling them, constricting.

"You are bound by the forest's power, just as I am," Adira said. "But I am not alone."

The figure hissed in fury, but the storm began to recede, the winds lessening. Adira pressed forward, not with force, but with the unity of the forest’s heart. Slowly, the figure began to dissipate, its form turning to mist as the magic of the forest sealed the rift they had created.

The storm calmed, and the sky cleared, revealing a single star that gleamed brighter than the others—a sign that the balance had been restored.

Adira, though exhausted, smiled softly. The forest was safe for now. The echo of the wild magic pulsed beneath her feet, always there, waiting to guide her when needed.

#ADIRA
#nakupenda
#Discipline

*A Nigerian mother was lucky enough to see her 4 daughters get married the same year, so after each wedding she told them*
*"Dont forget to text me your first night experience and text it in code"*
*....... after a week, the 1st daughter texted;*
*"UNION BANK"*
*The mother looked at the UNION Bank motto and it read "Big, Strong and Reliable" She smiled and waited for the other daughter.*
*The second daughter text read;*
*"NESCAFE"*
*The mother looked at a Nescafe tin of milk and it read, "Fantastic until the last drop!"*
*The 3rd daughter text read,*
*"BENSON & HEDGES"*
*The mother went to her husband's pack of Benson & Hedges cigarettes and read the company motto, it read;*
*"Extra long, king size* "
*she was very impressed and said "not bad for their ages".*
*After the following week, the 4th daughter texted*
*ARIK AIR LAGOS TO ABUJA* ",
*The mother then called Arik Airways help desk to enquire about their Lagos-Abuja flight and they replied*
*"It's 4 times daily, 7days a week, and the flight duration is 45mins".*
*The mother fell down and shouted* .
*"igweeeeeeeee!!! This one will kill my daughter* ooooooooo!.........
Do have a great week.

#Nakuoenda
#Team c
#knowledge

#softsmile
# passion


One day the sun will rise, and you won't. so live like today is borrowed.

GOOD MORNING
*(PLEASE STAY SAFE)*

"The Bench by the Lake"

Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared.

Years ago, it was where she met Thomas.

He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them.

One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full.

Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday.

She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight.

Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met.

#knowledge #stella

Nothing you wear is more important than your smile, so always remember to smile.
#AWESOMEGOD
#FEELINGHAPPY
#NAKUPENDA

A smile is the most beautiful thing you can wear. No matter how fancy your outfit is, it’s your smile that truly completes your look. It adds warmth, confidence, and a touch of joy that no designer label can offer.


#Happiness

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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So I usually give my neighbor's son, Jeremy, a lift to school whenever I am going to work. He knows I leave home by 7 so by 6:30 he is at my gate waiting for me to take him to school.

He is always on time and never comes late. I felt the mother was helping him keep to time as well but I never asked. Me and her has never spoken or talked before. I rarely see her because she leaves home as early as 6 am and returns late at night.

Something bothered me.

Anytime I drop Jeremy at school, he says thank you, Dad embraces me and runs off.

Haa!

I felt it was strange. I wondered why he called me dad instead of Uncle.

So I asked him one time while taking him to school.

"How about your daddy?"

"I don't know him. Mum says he is somewhere and she doesn't know where."

"So why do you call me daddy when I drop you off in school."

"Well because I see you as my daddy. In my school, everyone's dad drops them off at school. And you drop me off at school too."

I smiled.

I understood where the dad thing was coming from.

On Friday, while driving him to school I noticed he was not happy. He was very quiet all through the ride. I asked him what the problem was and he told me.

"Our school asked our parents to come for an important meeting on Monday. Mummy said she will not be able to come because she will be busy in Monday."

"Is that why you are sad?"

He nodded his head.

"Everyone father and mother will come. My mother will not be there."

I asked him to cheer up.

On Monday morning, after I dropped him off at school. He came down and said bye Dad.

I noticed he wasn't happy.

I drove off and by 9am I decided to return to the school to attend the meeting.

When his mates saw me, someone shouted.

"Jeremy, see your daddy. He shouted and ran to embrace me."

He held my hands and took me to where the meeting was being held.

After the meeting, I left.

He was very happy I showed up. I could see the pride in his face.

This morning, I waited for Jeremy and didn't see him. I went to his house and was told he had gone to school.

This is the first time in 2 months he is going without me.

I am just worried.

Really worried.

My name is Eze chibuzo and I am the best at what I do.
#Discipline
#nakupenda

Title: Adira and Zayd: The Flame and the Echo

Adira had always known the forest, its whispers, and its balance. Since childhood, the trees and winds had guided her, giving her a purpose she had never questioned. She had been the Keeper of Echoes for years now, protecting the realm from the unseen chaos that sought to break its harmony. But despite the wisdom the forest had bestowed upon her, a nagging sense of something missing lingered in her heart.

She had always wondered about her past—about her family. The village had raised her, and the elders had never spoken much of her lineage. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was bound to the forest, born during the rare lunar eclipse. But the stories she had heard spoke of one other child, one born under the same eclipse, whose fate was unknown.

Zayd, on the other hand, had lived a life of freedom, roaming the lands without purpose or direction. He was a wanderer, a seeker of truths that didn’t exist in maps or legends. His only companions were the whispers in the wind and the journal he kept, filled with the fragments of forgotten places and ancient memories. Zayd’s life was unmarked by magic—at least, until the day he found the Ember Gate in the Ashen Wastes.

The gate was an anomaly in the desert, a towering archway made of blackened stone, pulsing with hidden energy. Zayd had felt it before he saw it, an invisible pull that seemed to draw him closer. When his hand brushed the surface, the gate had activated, filling his vision with a city made of fire, its towers flickering like coals beneath a twilight sky. Then, the voice had come—old, aching, and full of fire.

"You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?"

Zayd didn't understand what it meant, but he felt a strange stirring within himself, like an ember reigniting after years of cold.

It was then that the mark appeared—like a faint outline of a burning sun on his right hand. And in that moment, Zayd knew that his wandering had led him here for a reason. He wasn’t just a traveler. He was bound to something greater, something ancient.

Back in the forest, Adira felt it too. The winds had changed, the trees had murmured a different name. It was a name she had never heard but felt in her bones: Zayd. Her heart ached as though she were being pulled in two directions at once.

The forest had always been her guide, but now it seemed to be telling her something more. She had been born for the balance between worlds, but now, the forest whispered of another—someone who shared her blood, someone who was her counterpart.

Adira stood at the edge of the forest, feeling the pull of destiny. The balance between realms was shifting, and she could feel a new presence on the horizon—someone who, like her, was touched by magic.


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Their Meeting:

Zayd’s journey brought him to the outskirts of the village. The wind carried with it a familiar scent, something that reminded him of the fire that had burned within him since the day of the Ember Gate. As he walked toward the forest, the trees seemed to part for him, guiding him deeper into their embrace.

And then he saw her—Adira, standing like a figure made of the forest itself. Her hair, wild and dark as the roots of the trees, moved with the wind as if it were alive. Her eyes, though filled with a deep wisdom, held something else—a recognition, a knowing.

"You..." Zayd whispered, stepping forward.

Adira’s heart skipped a beat. She had never seen him before, yet she knew him. The forest had told her of him. He was her brother, her younger brother , born under the same eclipse. The Flamebearer. The one who would help restore balance.

"You’re not a dream," she said softly. "You’re real."

Zayd smiled faintly. "I was wondering when we’d meet."

The world around them seemed to hold its breath as if the very earth had been waiting for this moment. Adira stepped closer, her hand instinctively reaching out, and Zayd did the same. The moment their hands touched, the air hummed with energy, like two forces coming together to complete something long lost.

"Fate brought us together," Adira said, her voice steady with newfound certainty. "We are the balance—fire and earth, flame and echo."

Zayd nodded, his hand still resting in hers. "The Ember Gate opened for me. It told me I was the Flamebearer. But you... you were the one it called to, weren’t you?"

Adira nodded. "The forest has always called me. But now, it calls to us both."

Together, they were more than they could ever be alone. The balance was shifting, and with it, the fate of the world rested on their shoulders. They were siblings born of fire and forest, and together, they would protect both.


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Tonight, my heart is full! I received a beautiful a tip and gift, and it made my day. I’m going to bed with a big smile and the peace that comes with feeling loved. Grateful for the little things that bring so much joy. Sleeping like a baby tonight! Goodnight, fam.
#GratefulHeart #FeelingBlessed #SpreadTheLove on #NakupendaVibes
#PeaceOfMind

I thank God for Nakupenda.
Indeed the future is bright
Pregnant with purpose,
Puting smile on the faces of those who believe in what the future holds with Nakupenda.
#Nakupenda.
#Motivation.
#Samuelthomasayiya.
#thefutureisbright.

Don't forget to put a smile on someone's face
#Comfort_Fumnanya_001
#attendance
#passion