• Losing doesn’t end just because time passes. It ends when your mindset changes. Change your Mindset today.

    #Happiness
    Losing doesn’t end just because time passes. It ends when your mindset changes. Change your Mindset today. #Happiness
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  • Adaptation is a life skill everyone should have, and the earlier you embrace technological growth, innovations and transitions the better for you.

    NOW READ THIS,

    Adapting to the Use of AI: Embracing the Future with Awareness and Agility

    Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer just a futuristic concept; it’s a powerful tool transforming how we live, work, and interact daily. From chatbots and smart assistants to automated business processes and data-driven decision-making, AI is becoming deeply integrated into nearly every industry.

    Adapting to the use of AI requires a mindset shift. It’s not about competing with machines but about learning how to work alongside them. Individuals must develop digital literacy, understand the basics of AI tools, and be open to continuous learning. Soft skills like creativity, critical thinking, and emotional intelligence also become more valuable, as these remain uniquely human strengths.

    For businesses, adapting means rethinking operations, retraining staff, and exploring how AI can enhance productivity without sacrificing ethics or job quality. Responsible use of AI also involves understanding bias, privacy, and the importance of transparency in automated decisions.

    Ultimately, adapting to AI is about staying curious, flexible, and proactive. Those who embrace change and learn to use AI as a partner will find themselves better prepared for the opportunities and challenges of the future.

    #grace #LilyWealth
    Adaptation is a life skill everyone should have, and the earlier you embrace technological growth, innovations and transitions the better for you. NOW READ THIS, Adapting to the Use of AI: Embracing the Future with Awareness and Agility Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer just a futuristic concept; it’s a powerful tool transforming how we live, work, and interact daily. From chatbots and smart assistants to automated business processes and data-driven decision-making, AI is becoming deeply integrated into nearly every industry. Adapting to the use of AI requires a mindset shift. It’s not about competing with machines but about learning how to work alongside them. Individuals must develop digital literacy, understand the basics of AI tools, and be open to continuous learning. Soft skills like creativity, critical thinking, and emotional intelligence also become more valuable, as these remain uniquely human strengths. For businesses, adapting means rethinking operations, retraining staff, and exploring how AI can enhance productivity without sacrificing ethics or job quality. Responsible use of AI also involves understanding bias, privacy, and the importance of transparency in automated decisions. Ultimately, adapting to AI is about staying curious, flexible, and proactive. Those who embrace change and learn to use AI as a partner will find themselves better prepared for the opportunities and challenges of the future. #grace #LilyWealth
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  • #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....
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    #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
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  • 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
    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
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  • Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate

    Zayd had always been a wanderer.

    Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles.

    He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words.

    But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate.

    It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within.

    On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood.

    “The fire remembers the lost.”

    When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching.

    “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?”

    Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows.

    Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed.

    Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun.

    He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless.

    He had been chosen.

    #Not by destiny.
    #Not by prophecy.
    #But by the forgotten.
    #Zayd
    #nakupenda
    #nakupenda
    Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate Zayd had always been a wanderer. Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles. He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words. But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate. It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within. On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood. “The fire remembers the lost.” When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching. “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?” Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows. Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed. Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun. He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless. He had been chosen. #Not by destiny. #Not by prophecy. #But by the forgotten. #Zayd #nakupenda #nakupenda
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  • Elumelu's mom is 97 years.
    Otedola's mom is 103 years.
    Jonathan's mom is 88 years.
    Saraki's mom is 89 years.
    Yaradua's mom is 99 years.
    Dangote's mom is 90 years.
    Eze Damian Ejiohuo's Mom is close 100years.
    Hon. Jeff Atata mother is 90year plus.

    Where are their fathers? Long gone in most cases.

    Food for thought, guys!

    Treat yourself well, they will survive without you.
    Change or upgrade your wardrobe every 2 years

    Feel good and look good

    Reconcile with any known enemy

    Call your friends on phone every day during work and after working hours.
    Listen to good music
    Live a day at a time

    Call me if you don't have a friend, I will bridge the gap,
    I hope i’m talking sense to you?

    *Summarily...*
    #Men please try not to die!*

    #Happy new week ahead to all.*
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    Elumelu's mom is 97 years. Otedola's mom is 103 years. Jonathan's mom is 88 years. Saraki's mom is 89 years. Yaradua's mom is 99 years. Dangote's mom is 90 years. Eze Damian Ejiohuo's Mom is close 100years. Hon. Jeff Atata mother is 90year plus. Where are their fathers? Long gone in most cases. Food for thought, guys! Treat yourself well, they will survive without you. Change or upgrade your wardrobe every 2 years Feel good and look good Reconcile with any known enemy Call your friends on phone every day during work and after working hours. Listen to good music Live a day at a time Call me if you don't have a friend, I will bridge the gap, I hope i’m talking sense to you? *Summarily...* #Men please try not to die!* #Happy new week ahead to all.* #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • Handle them this way...
    No be everytime you suppose follow woman dey exchange words...
    #Emacraft
    Handle them this way... No be everytime you suppose follow woman dey exchange words... #Emacraft
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  • True Life Story: Daughter suspected that Daddy was cheating on Mummy, she snitched on Daddy, got his password, opened his phone while he was sleeping, and handed the phone to Mummy. Mummy thanked her, locked the phone, woke Daddy up, and told him to change his password because Daughter already knew it. Daddy was disappointed in Daughter. Daughter was disappointed in Mummy. Mummy was very proud of herself. She told Daughter, "You see this Man? I have known him for several years before you were born, and when you leave for your house, I will be the one with him and vice versa. I will never look for something that will make me see him as different from the good man that he has been." _ Is Mummy a wise woman? What do you think? Your opinion, please.
    #Ngo_123 #grace
    True Life Story: Daughter suspected that Daddy was cheating on Mummy, she snitched on Daddy, got his password, opened his phone while he was sleeping, and handed the phone to Mummy. Mummy thanked her, locked the phone, woke Daddy up, and told him to change his password because Daughter already knew it. Daddy was disappointed in Daughter. Daughter was disappointed in Mummy. Mummy was very proud of herself. She told Daughter, "You see this Man? I have known him for several years before you were born, and when you leave for your house, I will be the one with him and vice versa. I will never look for something that will make me see him as different from the good man that he has been." _ Is Mummy a wise woman? What do you think? Your opinion, please. #Ngo_123 #grace
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  • Make room for what's coming next cause it will change your life for the better..,.
    #Nakupenda #Team2#Subewo
    Make room for what's coming next cause it will change your life for the better..,. #Nakupenda #Team2#Subewo
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  • Five Things to Teach Your Girl Child — A Must-Read for Every Female Child

    Your worth isn't measured by your body.
    Educate your mind, not just your looks. Real value is found in wisdom, not in waistlines.

    Dream big — God is big enough to handle it.
    No dream is too big when faith and hard work meet. Refuse to shrink to fit the world's small expectations.

    Know that beauty fades, but character lasts.
    Charm can draw attention, but character commands respect. Build a heart and soul that will stand the test of time.

    Financial independence is not optional.
    Learn to earn, save, and invest early. A girl who controls her finances controls her future.

    Your voice matters — use it.
    Speak up for what you believe, even if your voice shakes. Silence has never been the pathway to change.
    #Ngo_123 #grace
    Five Things to Teach Your Girl Child — A Must-Read for Every Female Child 📌 Your worth isn't measured by your body. Educate your mind, not just your looks. Real value is found in wisdom, not in waistlines. 📌 Dream big — God is big enough to handle it. No dream is too big when faith and hard work meet. Refuse to shrink to fit the world's small expectations. 📌 Know that beauty fades, but character lasts. Charm can draw attention, but character commands respect. Build a heart and soul that will stand the test of time. 📌 Financial independence is not optional. Learn to earn, save, and invest early. A girl who controls her finances controls her future. 📌 Your voice matters — use it. Speak up for what you believe, even if your voice shakes. Silence has never been the pathway to change. #Ngo_123 #grace
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  • 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.


    ---

    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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    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. --- 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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  • 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
    ™ 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
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