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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.
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HTML is your foundation
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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!

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Be Patient
*DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!*

*A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.*

*The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.*

*During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.*

*This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.*

*He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.*

*He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.*

*When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.*

*Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.*

*His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.*

*People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.*

*Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.*

*Friends, I know waiting ****** is not an easy ******. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.*

*Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'*

*At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'*

*Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!*

*HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.*

*Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.*

*If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting ****** is not a wasted ******!*

*As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.*

*THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD*

*Therefore:*

*Don't Drag The Tray!*
DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.

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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.....
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This picture of young girls in grave clothes breaks my heart. These girls are people's daughters, raised with dreams and potential. Yet, they're taught to prioritize appearance and pleasing others over their own worth. We're raising girls to be objects, not thinkers, builders, or leaders. We claim to want empowerment, but often silence their voices and stifle their potential. It's time to break this cycle. Wendy Ologe's "Raising the Girl with Sense," is a call to action – a guide to raising confident, principled, and purpose-driven girls who know their worth and aren't afraid to be themselves. Let's raise torchbearers, not toys. The future is watching, and she deserves better.
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When your eyes become your lord, you will be bound to satisfy all their cravings—whether good or evil.

“Do not take anything with you when leaving, okay?” the elderly man warned sternly. His voice echoed through the small room as he addressed the four young men taking shelter in his home. A violent storm had swept through the city, stranding them on their way back to their respective universities.

“Yes, sir,” they chorused, watching the elderly man quietly step out of the room.

Charles flopped onto the bed, eyes roaming across the ceiling.
“This room looks like it hasn’t been used in a century,” he said.

“How would you know?” Peter asked, unpacking his bag.

“Look at those drawings. They look like Mediterranean-era paintings.” He pointed toward the ceiling.

“Historian!” Henry mocked, making the others burst into laughter.

“I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I bet there are ancient antiques in this house. First thing tomorrow, I’m going searching.”

“Remember what the old man said,” John reminded him.

“Forget the old man,” Charles replied, shutting his eyes with a smirk.


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The next day, the storm cleared. The water receded, and the sun pierced through the clouds. The housemaster gathered the boys and gave them parting words of wisdom. In return, they handed him small tokens of appreciation and went on their way.

But not long after their departure, the housemaster made a troubling discovery—one of his most precious antiques was missing.

Panicked, he raised an alarm. The neighbors quickly rallied and pursued the young men. When they caught up with them, a search was conducted—and the missing item was found tucked inside Charles' bag.

They were all arrested and thrown into a prison cell.


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This fictional tale echoes the ancient story of Achan—a man who let his eyes override the commandments of God.

Achan saw, desired, and took—and his disobedience brought ruin not only upon himself, but upon his people.

Just like Charles, when the eyes become your master, you’ll be driven to satisfy every craving, regardless of consequence.

Beware what your eyes fixate on—because what you stare at too long, you may start to crave. And what you crave, you may soon disobey to obtain.

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