Buscar

#AWESOMEGOD LESSON FOR TODAY You are either a creator or a consumer. A buyer or a seller. Its impossible to be happy if you are not productive and adding value to things and people around you. To be considered the best in your field, you don't need to be the best at any one thing. You need to be good at a variety of complementary and rare skills. That is why stacking high income skills is so important. Skills like negotiation, sales, communication, investing and risk assessment will take you far. And if you struggle/afraid to take risks, check your circle of friends. Change who you listen to all the time.

It's been a very busy week and this new week is going to be even busier because of inspection with my amazing clients. Real Estate is the new gold mine. #nakupenda #realestate #sarahdalandlady #home #buy #teamB #grateful

Money does not matter in times like this, because money can't buy rest of mind##knowledge#

This Ebook is for Record breaking Chefs ,Nutritionists,Natural health therapists,Dietetics experts,Food bloggers and Everyone interested in healthy living. It will teach you how to make Organic spices & Seasonings from the comfort of your home,as well as how to identify & creatively combine them to add exciting flavor & taste to your meals. ☘️Organic spices & seasonings are God given life savers to humanity. Healthy living begins from what you eat! Don’t snooze on this .....Over 100 persons and more have purchased the book... Contact us wa.link/ys7pr1 directly for payment. buy through the online designated payment link:https://selar.co/m/G_diets_?affiliate=pdhe. 👉🏻. *(Available in Soft copy Only)* Portharcourt & Worldwide #HealthymealHealthyfamily #Healthyliving #Toprated nutrition and dietary brand. #Team C #Favour

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

2018 Lexus Rx350 sport edition white exterior on wine red leather interior seats. Full 360°camera. This is a direct Belgium car and ready to serve the lucky buyer. Call us @DachsonPrime for your purchase @best affordable prices.

Person wey i dey feed don go buy dog. I just dey wonder who go dey feed the two of them?

MEGA PROFIT ALERT!🔔 🚨 Get ready to experience the ultimate profit explosion! Are you ready to: 💎UNLOCK UNLIMITED EARNING POTENTIAL? 💎MAXIMIZE YOUR PROFITS WITH OUREXCLUSIVE TRADE OPTIONS? 💎ACHIEVE FINANCIAL FREEDOM AND LIVE THE LIFE YOU'VE ALWAYS DREAMT OF? TRADE YOUR WAY TO WEALTH 12MONTHS TRADING: 💥Trade 100k - 999k: 40% profits 💥Trade 1M - 4.999M: 45% profit 💥Trade 5M+: 50% profit 18MONTHS TRADING: 💥Trade 100k - 999k: 60% profit 💥Trade 1M - 4.999M: 70% profit 💥Trade 5M+: 75% profit 24MONTHS TRADING: 💥Trade 100k - 999k: 80% profit 💥Trade 1M - 4.999M: 90% profit 💥Trade 5M+: 100% profit! Open This Link to Join PWANGROUP BUY2SELL IKEJA WhatsApp Group 2: https://chat.whatsapp.com/J0Vmqk0adcYFqLdR5dry6Y *Kindly note that all Pwan Group Buy2Sell Ikeja Office Transaction payments should be made into any of the following accounts PWAN GROUP LIMITED IKEJA Providus Bank 1304816465 Zenith Bank 1312096013 CORPORATE OFFICE: 42 Allen Avenue Ikeja Lagos State

This evening I planned to meet with Jeremy's mother the moment I returned from work. His mum goes out very early in the morning and comes back late at night. Since it was about to rain heavily, I felt the mum would have returned home earlier today. So when I got back home this evening, I changed and headed straight for an eatery to buy some snacks for Jeremy. I bought an extra plate for the mother as well. I took these snacks and went to the house to knock. Jeremy was the one who opened the door when I knocked. He paused like he had seen a ghost. Then he glanced back and returned his gaze to me and whispered. "Dad." I whispered back. "Jeremy." Is your mummy in?" "Yes. She just came back." "Tell her I want to see her." He froze for a moment. I could see fear in his eyes. "Will you be in trouble?" I asked. He nodded his head. I understood his fear. I knew he was scared of his mother's reaction. Especially as she had already warned him about me. Just as I was about to turn back, his mother showed up at the door and opened the curtain. She must have heard my voice when I was talking with Jeremy. She pushed Jeremy behind her and the boy just went inside. "Good evening." "What do you want?" "I came to talk with you and I also brought some snacks and food for you and for Jeremy too. I stopped by the eatery." Jeremy was peeping through the window and I could see his face. "Did Jeremy tell you we were hungry?" "No...no. Not at all. I just wanted to see you and discuss with you. So I felt I shouldn't come empty-handed. I thought of what to get and believe me this was the best thing I could come up with." "We are not hungry, sir. We just ate dinner not long ago." I nodded. "Can I come in. So we talk?" "About what?" "Ummm... I understand you do not know me that well. I am your neighbor. I stay just over there. Jeremy and I have been friends and I met him once when I gave him a lift to school and since then I have been giving him lifts to school." "Are you a driver?" "No... I am a writer and script writer and I work for an establishment as well." "So since you are not a driver why are you interested in giving him a lift?" "I just... I mean since we go out together in the morning and I... Madam listen. Jeremy is a nice boy and I have seen him as my son as well as you have. I just wanted you to understand..." "Jeremy is not looking for a father. If he were I would have shown him where his father is. Please stay clear from my son. Please." She entered the house and shut the door angrily. For a moment I felt embarassed and useless. Jeremy waved at me and I waved back. I do not know if he was saying sorry or saying goodnight to me. But before I could wave back, his mother forcefully dragged him away from the window. I felt bad. I turned and left. On my way home, I got beaten by the rain. My clothes were drentched. It was as if the heavens were in agreement with her. I do not know if to stay off or try one more time. I do not know at all #nakupenda #Discipline

#ATTENDENT #GODSUNSHINE13 #FAVOUR COME AND BUY YOUR LUXURY PORTABLE HAND BAG CALL/WHATSAPP NUMBER: 090374807 AM ACTIVE 24/7 PLACE YOUR ORDERS

Introducing Growsafe.app – DeFi Made Practical I’m excited to share how we’re using DeFi to solve real-world financial challenges. Growsafe offers three powerful tools: GrowSwap, for buying and selling over 400 cryptocurrencies; GrowStake, which gives you 7% monthly returns on your USDT; and GROW, our upcoming token for seamless payments. We're building financial freedom—securely and sustainably. GrowSafe #Growsafe #GROW #DeFi #staking #Focus Steady wins in crypto.