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Don't wind up yet! The Challenge is only here to make you Stronger and Changed. #Stephenjesse #nakupenda #Discipline

*Then vs Now: How Technology Has Changed Our Lives* Flip phones to smartphones, we've seen some major changes! What's your favorite tech innovation? #TechThenAndNow #Smartphones #tessy_rich

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God bless all mothers. Motherhood is a journey of boundless love, selfless care, and endless devotion. It's a role that brings immense joy, challenges, and growth, shaping both mother and child. With every milestone, laughter, and tear, mothers pour their hearts into nurturing tiny humans into kind, capable individuals. It's a labor of love that forever changes lives. #Ngo_123 #grace

#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

™ 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

"“The best way to predict the future is to invent it.” - Alan Kay" Innovation is key to shaping the future! What tech advancements do you think will change the world? #TechQuote #Innovation #tessy_rich

*WHAT SOME PEOPLE DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT* *C-H-U-R-C-H* *CHURCH* is our *UNIVERSITY*. *GOD* is our *CHANCELLOR* *JESUS* is our *VICE CHANCELLOR* *HOLY SPIRIT* is our *LECTURER* *ANGELS* are our *GUIDANCE* *BIBLE* is our *HANDBOOK* *CLERGY* is our *CLASS REP* *Trials, Oppositions and Temptations* are our *EXAMS*. Telling people about *CHRIST LOVE* is our *ASSIGNMENT* *PRAYER* is our *TOOLS*. *SALVATION* is our *FIRST DEGREE* *SANCTIFICATION* is our *SECOND DEGREE* *HOLY GHOST BAPTISM* is our *PHD* *HOLINESS* is our *MOTTO* *WORTHY* is the *LAMB* is our *SLOGAN* *JESUS* only is our *MESSAGE*. *ENROLL* today. *There is room for ALL* This is to announce to you that admission into university in HEAVEN is on sale at a price of grace in the bank of paradise interested candidates must have minimum five (5) credits in Love, faithfulness,self control, patience, gentleness and minimum pass in Mercy For more information contact: JESUS *ADMISSION is *FREE* Please don't change the *SYLLABUS* Please, kindly assist to send it to others if you are *PROUD* to be a *MEMBER of (THE BODY OF CHRIST).* #Olufaderomi #Grace

Make room for what's coming next cause it will change your life for the better..,. #Nakupenda #Team2#Subewo

#DREAMANDINTERPRETATION CARRYING BABIES IN THE DREAM To change a dirty baby (diaper) means that you need to take good care of your children. Are you feeling that you are child or baby is dirty? To see a baby in the hospital suggests that you may become pregnant in the future. To dream of giving birth to a baby that is not human means you are likely to give birth to a baby you don’t like. If you dream of neglecting your baby then this dream means a sense of severe marital troubels. If you are married with children, congratulations. But if you are not married with children, it a sign of childlessness. On the other hand, this dream can also signify that you recently abort one or two babies. To hold a baby in your arms which is dead signifies a hand that is dead to good things. Pray any of these prayers when you notice any of the following Spiritual mariage (ring/gown) Sexual relationships in dreams. Soul tie with your ex and planning to him. Different men asking for your hands in marriage.

#Waskydone Stand to be counted, be among those making a change, don't stay by the corner and look but let your contribution be counted as a change agent.

His Wife Abandoned Him and their Twin Girls, Unaware they will Later Become Billionaires The little girls cried loudly as her mother threw them on the bed and began packing her clothes into a bag. Her face was tight with anger like someone ready to fight the whole world. Mr. Peter, her husband, said gently, "The babies are crying. They need their mother." But Linda answered in a cold and sharp voice, "They are no longer my concern. I'm leaving you." She continued stuffing her clothes into the bag without looking at him. Please don't go, Peter begged. If not for me, then stay for the sake of these innocent children God gave us. Linda turned to him and snapped. I didn't marry you to suffer. Since you can't give me the life I want. I'm done. Don't come looking for me. As for the babies, do whatever you want with them. I don't care. She paused, twisted her lips bitterly, and added, "To be honest, I don't even care if they live or die." With that, she zipped up her bag and stormed out of the house, slamming the door hard behind her. Everything had once been peaceful between Peter and his wife. But things changed the day he lost his job. Since then, Linda had been threatening to leave. She complained about everything. The small room they moved into, the plain food they had to eat. Peter kept begging her, not just because he loved her, but for the sake of their little daughters, Mary and Naomi, who were just 3 months old, but Lyndon never listened. Mr. Peter carried the babies in his arms and gently cuddled them. Though they kept crying, he rocked them back and forth until they slowly calmed down. As he looked at their innocent faces, his heart grew heavy, but his voice was firm. I may not have money to give you the best life, he whispered. But I promise I will be the best father in the whole world to you. He kept rocking them softly and not long after the twin girls drifted off to sleep. The next morning came with hunger and worry.