• 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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  • Life can hit hard.
    You might feel stuck,tired or like nothing is working out.
    You may have cried in secret,questioned your worth or felt like quitting everything.
    But hear this…THIS IS NOT THE END.
    Storms don’t last forever
    Situations can change
    One day, with a hardwork and determination,what you’re struggling with now will soon be a part of your story.
    Keep moving,keep praying and working hard, one day your star will shine .#Nakupenda# Happiness #TeamA#
    Life can hit hard. You might feel stuck,tired or like nothing is working out. You may have cried in secret,questioned your worth or felt like quitting everything. But hear this…THIS IS NOT THE END. Storms don’t last forever Situations can change One day, with a hardwork and determination,what you’re struggling with now will soon be a part of your story. Keep moving,keep praying and working hard, one day your star will shine 🤗🥰.#Nakupenda# Happiness #TeamA# 💕💕💕💕
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  • Change, one hard thing to adapt.

    #passion
    #trend
    Change, one hard thing to adapt. #passion #trend
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  • Lost and alone, I felt unworthy of God's love. But when I heard of Jesus' birth, death and resurrection, I felt hope. I prayed to love and laugh, and God answered. Jesus wanted to talk to me, like the Samaritan woman. He offered me living water, and my spirit was transformed. I accepted Jesus' gift and my life changed. God filled me with love and joy. Forever grateful. HAPPY SUNDAY TO YOU ALL. #PASSION
    Lost and alone, I felt unworthy of God's love. But when I heard of Jesus' birth, death and resurrection, I felt hope. I prayed to love and laugh, and God answered. Jesus wanted to talk to me, like the Samaritan woman. He offered me living water, and my spirit was transformed. I accepted Jesus' gift and my life changed. God filled me with love and joy. Forever grateful. HAPPY SUNDAY TO YOU ALL. #PASSION
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  • #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.
    #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.
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  • "The Bench by the Lake"

    Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared.

    Years ago, it was where she met Thomas.

    He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them.

    One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full.

    Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday.

    She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight.

    Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met.

    #knowledge #stella
    "The Bench by the Lake" Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared. Years ago, it was where she met Thomas. He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them. One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full. Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday. She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight. Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met. #knowledge #stella
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  • What happens when corruption meets oil money at the highest levels? MalabuGate delivers the clear, chronological breakdown of Nigeria's most consequential oil scandal that spans multiple administrations, crosses international borders, and involves some of the world's biggest corporations.

    This isn't conspiracy theory—it's meticulously researched investigative journalism based on court documents, financial records, and exclusive sources. For the first time, you'll understand exactly how OPL 245 became a symbol of everything wrong with resource governance in Nigeria.

    Whether you're a policy expert, concerned citizen, or simply someone who cares about justice, this documentary connects dots you never knew existed. Watch now on YouTube and join the growing community of informed Nigerians demanding accountability. Knowledge isn't just power—it's the first step toward #change. #Transparency starts with you.
    #Discipline
    What happens when corruption meets oil money at the highest levels? MalabuGate delivers the clear, chronological breakdown of Nigeria's most consequential oil scandal that spans multiple administrations, crosses international borders, and involves some of the world's biggest corporations. This isn't conspiracy theory—it's meticulously researched investigative journalism based on court documents, financial records, and exclusive sources. For the first time, you'll understand exactly how OPL 245 became a symbol of everything wrong with resource governance in Nigeria. Whether you're a policy expert, concerned citizen, or simply someone who cares about justice, this documentary connects dots you never knew existed. Watch now on YouTube and join the growing community of informed Nigerians demanding accountability. Knowledge isn't just power—it's the first step toward #change. #Transparency starts with you. #Discipline
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  • A change of status begins with a change of desire and until something within you changes, nothing changes around you.

    #PeaceOfMind
    A change of status begins with a change of desire and until something within you changes, nothing changes around you.🚶 🚶 #PeaceOfMind
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  • UEFA has changed their mind.....
    Just coming back from Switzerland after a long meeting with UEFA President.
    #Paddylay
    #childrenclub
    UEFA has changed their mind..... Just coming back from Switzerland after a long meeting with UEFA President. #Paddylay #childrenclub
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  • *DEAR PARENTS /GUARDIANS*

    *"Mohbad" means "I am bad".*_. *His real name was "Ileri Oluwa" meaning "The Promises of God". When he started his music career as a Christian singer, he tagged himself *"Imole" meaning *Light".*

    *He changed his name to "Mohbad" after carelessly taking a cult leader as a role model*.

    *Once he got caught in the snare **** by the evil squad, he was murdered before he could retrace his steps.*

    *Who is your role model?*

    *His parents are now gnashing their teeth, shifting blames.*

    *As a parent, how are you raising your own wards /children?*

    *Children , why on earth would you abandon God?*

    *"Mohbad" was buried at the age of 27.*

    *Few weeks ago, a 19 year old boy was reportedly buried in his father's compound after being shot dead by rival cultists.*

    *Also,a fresh graduate of a university in Lagos, aged 21 was supposed to follow her parents home after the convocation ceremony, but she insisted on staying back for some wild celebrations.*

    *By 5 am the following day, she was found dead, half buried without her private parts and her breasts.*

    *A girl of 18 told her parents that she wanted to go and see her classmate, three hours later, her body was dumped in front of her father's house in a pool of blood, by her Yahoo boyfriend.*

    *As parents,*

    *1)When last did you see your children/child in school?(including university,polytechnic, etc).*

    *2)Who are your child's friends?*

    *3)Why does your child return home late especially at night?*

    *4)The hair style, dress, necklace, tattoo, etc, that your child has, what does it mean?*

    *5)When last did you check your child/ children in their room at night?*

    *6)What is your child doing or who is he or she calling at midnight?*

    *7)Why are your child's eyes sometimes red?*

    *8)What caused changes in his/her voice, itinerary & behavior from time to time?*

    *9)When last did you check the bag he/she is carrying up & down?*

    *10)When last did you check his/her phone,under the bed,his/her wardrobe?*

    *11)What caused the wound on his/her body?*

    *12)Why the very long fingernails?*

    *13)What causes the strange body odour?*

    *14)What type of iced drink do they prefer?*

    *15)Why is he/she not eating mum's food, always saying 'am ok'?*

    *16)If the family is going out together, why saying, 'go, I will meet you'?*

    *17)Do you take time to check the movie he/she is viewing on TV?*

    *18)Who visits when he/she is alone and why?*

    *19)Why is he talking to you looking down hiding his face?*

    *20)Why is your child so frightful especially if he/she wasn't like that before now?*

    *PLEASE CHECK*
    *Is your child in danger because you are INSENSITIVE*?

    *When you spoil your child you send him/ her to early grave.*

    *When you don't discipline, you are preparing for a monumental shocker.*

    *May the Almighty God not let us know the grave of our children.*

    *May we not be victims of our child's early or sudden death.*

    *May we not end our lives in regrets.*

    *May God in His Infinite mercy continue to deliver us from wicked and unreasonable forces.*

    #AMEN TO ALL SUPPLICATIONS.
    #prayers
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    *DEAR PARENTS /GUARDIANS* *"Mohbad" means "I am bad".*_. *His real name was "Ileri Oluwa" meaning "The Promises of God". When he started his music career as a Christian singer, he tagged himself *"Imole" meaning *Light".* *He changed his name to "Mohbad" after carelessly taking a cult leader as a role model*. *Once he got caught in the snare laid by the evil squad, he was murdered before he could retrace his steps.* *Who is your role model?* *His parents are now gnashing their teeth, shifting blames.* *As a parent, how are you raising your own wards /children?* *Children , why on earth would you abandon God?* *"Mohbad" was buried at the age of 27.*😭😭😭 *Few weeks ago, a 19 year old boy was reportedly buried in his father's compound after being shot dead by rival cultists.* *Also,a fresh graduate of a university in Lagos, aged 21 was supposed to follow her parents home after the convocation ceremony, but she insisted on staying back for some wild celebrations.* *By 5 am the following day, she was found dead, half buried without her private parts and her breasts.* *A girl of 18 told her parents that she wanted to go and see her classmate, three hours later, her body was dumped in front of her father's house in a pool of blood, by her Yahoo boyfriend.* *As parents,* *1)When last did you see your children/child in school?(including university,polytechnic, etc).* *2)Who are your child's friends?* *3)Why does your child return home late especially at night?* *4)The hair style, dress, necklace, tattoo, etc, that your child has, what does it mean?* *5)When last did you check your child/ children in their room at night?* *6)What is your child doing or who is he or she calling at midnight?* *7)Why are your child's eyes sometimes red?* *8)What caused changes in his/her voice, itinerary & behavior from time to time?* *9)When last did you check the bag he/she is carrying up & down?* *10)When last did you check his/her phone,under the bed,his/her wardrobe?* *11)What caused the wound on his/her body?* *12)Why the very long fingernails?* *13)What causes the strange body odour?* *14)What type of iced drink do they prefer?* *15)Why is he/she not eating mum's food, always saying 'am ok'?* *16)If the family is going out together, why saying, 'go, I will meet you'?* *17)Do you take time to check the movie he/she is viewing on TV?* *18)Who visits when he/she is alone and why?* *19)Why is he talking to you looking down hiding his face?* *20)Why is your child so frightful especially if he/she wasn't like that before now?* *PLEASE CHECK* *Is your child in danger because you are INSENSITIVE*? *When you spoil your child you send him/ her to early grave.* *When you don't discipline, you are preparing for a monumental shocker.* *May the Almighty God not let us know the grave of our children.* *May we not be victims of our child's early or sudden death.* *May we not end our lives in regrets.* *May God in His Infinite mercy continue to deliver us from wicked and unreasonable forces.* #AMEN TO ALL SUPPLICATIONS. #prayers #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • 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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  • No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, show up AND smile up!
    That elusive button to a changed mindset is a SMILE.
    #happiness
    #AWESOMEGOD
    No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, show up AND smile up! That elusive button to a changed mindset is a SMILE. #happiness #AWESOMEGOD
    Nakupenda: Social Media for the Future

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    We protect your privacy. Your data will never be sold. You own your experience, and your information stays yours—always.

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    4. Real Connections, Real Stories
    Nakupenda is where stories matter. People share real-life experiences, find community through shared interests, and support each other’s growth and healing. We’re not here for likes—we’re here for life.
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