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*PHONE IN CHURCH?* I just watched the above video from a church where the usher collects members' phones during the service, perhaps those scrolling through social media, and hand them a Bible instead. They get their phones back after the service. At first, it feels radical… but maybe that's exactly what we need in these Churches where their pastors are afraid to speak the truth because they don't want to lose members. If we don’t intentionally guard the sacredness of our worship spaces, we’ll lose the reverence that makes them holy. This church took a bold step, and honestly? I think they got it right. What do you think? Too extreme or right on time? #Ngo_123 #grace

Let love continue to be ur watchword #SpreadTheLove #team B #Esther Ekpenyong Tizzy_luv

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

She was just a cleaner trying to get to work. One splash of mud changed all her life! The rich woman behind the wheel had no idea – someone powerful was watching...😲😲😲 The city woke in silence, cloaked in early mist and leftover rain. Streetlights blinked against the morning haze, and the air still carried the chill of night. Along Crownville Avenue, a young woman moved with quiet purpose. She wasn’t in a rush, but her pace was steady—like someone used to walking the long road. Her uniform was clean, her shoes worn from use. A small bag hung from her shoulder, packed with her breakfast and cleaning gloves. No makeup, no umbrella, no shield from what life might bring that day. At the next corner, a sleek white SUV waited for the light. Its engine hummed with soft power. Inside sat a well-dressed woman in large sunglasses, sipping something green from a straw and scrolling her phone. And then— A splash. A sharp burst of water from a puddle. And the young woman stopped, soaked from head to toe. There was no time to react. The SUV rolled past, slowing just enough for a voice to call out from the window—cheerful, distant, maybe even amused. Then it sped off, disappearing into the traffic like nothing had happened. She stood still for a moment. No screams. No anger. She just adjusted her bag, blinked a few times, and kept walking. But someone else saw. From across the street, a dark sedan sat quietly. Behind its tinted windows, a man watched the entire moment unfold. His eyes followed the woman, then shifted to the SUV fading into the distance. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. But his fingers tapped the steering wheel once—then again. He picked up his phone. “Can you find out who she is?” he asked, voice calm but firm. “The girl who just got splashed.” A short pause. “Yes, sir,” came the reply. The line clicked off. The young woman never looked back. She didn’t know anyone had noticed. She didn’t know her morning had been quietly recorded in someone else’s mind—and that her quiet resilience had just shifted something unexpected. Because sometimes, the smallest moments leave the biggest impressions. And not all acts of kindness are random. Sometimes, someone sees more than we think. And sometimes, it all begins with a splash..... #DISCIPLINE #NAKUPENDA

Over 2,200 years ago, a man measured the Earth… using shadows and a stick. In the 3rd century BCE, in the great Egyptian city of Alexandria, lived a man named Eratosthenes. Some mocked him by calling him Beta — the second letter of the Greek alphabet — implying he was second-best at everything. But in truth, he was an Alpha in knowledge. Astronomer, geographer, philosopher, poet, historian, mathematician, and director of the Great Library of Alexandria — he was a true Renaissance man… centuries before the Renaissance. One day, he read in a scroll that in the city of Syene (modern-day Aswan), on June 21st, the summer solstice, a vertical stick cast no shadow at noon. The sun stood directly overhead. But in Alexandria, on the same day and same hour, a stick did cast a shadow. Where most would overlook such a detail, Eratosthenes saw a cosmic clue. He reasoned: If the Earth were flat, the sun’s rays would hit both sticks equally — the shadows would match. But they didn’t. So, what could explain the difference? Only a curved Earth. He measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. It was about 7 degrees — roughly 1/50th of a full circle. He hired someone to measure the distance between Syene and Alexandria: about 800 kilometers. Then he did the math: 800 km × 50 = 40,000 km — the circumference of the Earth. That’s astonishingly accurate. No satellites. No telescopes. No calculators. Just observation, curiosity, and a mind that dared to ask why. Eratosthenes became the first person to calculate the size of a planet — and he did it by watching how a stick cast its shadow. ~ Carl Sagan #astronomer #geographers

The Character. The Habit. The You. At the end of the day, what really follows us isn’t just what we’ve said or achieved—it’s who we’ve become. The character we have lived. The habit we have formed. The you that played the role. Our character is the unseen voice that speaks for us even in our absence. It’s not built in the spotlight, it’s forged in the quiet, private choices we make when no one is watching us. Our habits? Well, as we know it is the small, repetitive steps that shape our direction. They either grow us or ground us. Build us or break us. We don’t rise to the level of our dreams by just dreaming—we fall to the level of our discipline. The rigorous process that forms that very habit. And then there’s you 🙃! The version of yourself you’re becoming daily. Not the curated one for others, but the raw, real one. The one who’s learning, failing, showing up, healing, becoming. So don’t just work on what you do; work on who you are. Because eventually, the life you live will reflect the character, the habit, and the you, that you’ve built over time. #GodsGeneration #spreadthelove #grateful #teamB #sarahdalandlady

™ 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

Believe this video at your own risk. Watch till the end to understand why. #Ngo_123 #grace

3 Things Every Beginner Web Developer Should Know HTML is your foundation Learn it well — it’s the blueprint of every webpage. CSS is where the magic happens Good design = good first impressions. JavaScript brings it all to life Without JS, your page just sits there — with it, it moves, reacts, and interacts! Learning tip: Start small. Build one simple page. Then add style. Then add interaction. Watch it evolve! Follow me for more web dev tips, tricks, and project ideas! #knowledge #gbemiking #WebDevelopment #CodeNewbie #HTML #CSS #JavaScript #NakupendaTech #CodingJourney

#waskydone, #spreadthelove, #TeamB The Parable of the Ten Virgins is found in Matthew 25:1–13. Jesus tells this parable to emphasize the importance of being prepared for His return. The lessons from this parable are; 1. Be Prepared at All Times Five wise virgins took extra oil, representing readiness. Five foolish virgins did not, symbolizing neglect. The wise could not share their oil with the foolish. Lesson: Each person is responsible for their own condition. No one can rely on another’s efforts to achieve their goals. 2. Appearance Is Not Enough All ten were virgins, all were invited, and all looked prepared at first. Only the ones with oil were truly ready. 3. There Will Be a Time When It’s Too Late The foolish virgins tried to prepare after the bridegroom arrived, but the door was shut. Lesson: There is a time limit to respond to any call. After which anyother time will be too late. 4. True Readiness Requires Action, Not Just Waiting The wise virgins actively brought extra oil. Lesson: Readiness requires continuous effort. Jesus ended the parable with the command: “Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.” Lesson: We must live daily with preparation and hard work in view, resisting complacency and slumber.

#FAVOUR #GODSUNSHINE13 Perseverance and Resilience 1. *"Fall seven times, stand up eight."* - Japanese proverb 2. *"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going."* - Sam Levenson 3. *"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."* - Franklin D. Roosevelt HOW WELL DO U KEEP PUSHING TO THE TOP??