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Hey devs & future devs! Just landed here, and I’m bringing the world of web development to your feed—one post at a time. Whether you’re just starting out or deep in the code trenches, I’ll be sharing: Quick tips to level up your skills Real-world projects & examples Best practices for clean, efficient code Behind-the-scenes of how the web really works And of course, snippets that slap If you're into building beautiful, fast, and functional websites—or want to learn how— hit the comment/react button and let’s grow together. Let’s make the web a better place, one line of code at a time. #WebDev #CodingTips #HTML #CSS #JavaScript #Frontend #DeveloperLife

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This place feels like moving to a new neighborhood… I’m just standing here waving at strangers hoping someone waves back. If you see this, wave back with a comment. Let’s make it awkward together.

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My Only Crime Was Being a Slim Girl Sitting beneath the silver glow of the moon, Anita exhaled softly, fighting back the tears swelling in her eyes. She ran a hand through her thick, curly hair as her mind drifted back to the events of the day. The morning had started with a wave of nausea—it felt like her period was around the corner. “Ugh,” she groaned, stepping carefully down the brown wooden staircase. Her family was already seated at the breakfast table. “Good morning, everyone,” she greeted quietly, sliding into the seat beside her father. “I feel sick,” she muttered. “Well, if you ate more, maybe you wouldn’t feel that way. Look at you—you’re all bones and skeleton,” her sister Janice said, casually. The room fell silent. “Janice!” their mother snapped, eyes wide. “That’s a very rude thing to say to your younger sister. Apologize now.” She passed the golden Penny butter to Anita, whose face had already fallen. “I’m sorry. I was only joking. Anita knows that,” Janice mumbled with a nervous chuckle. Anita forced a smile and shrugged, but those words clung to her like a shadow. The rest of the day dragged by. She kept to herself, brushing off her friends’ attempts to cheer her up. At school, things only got worse. Amarachi, the class bully, didn’t hold back. “Anita, this your cloth no fit you at all. You be like broom wey dem dress up. You sure say breeze no go carry you one day?” she sneered. Laughter exploded around her. Anita didn’t flinch, but her heart did. Now, under the calm night sky, Anita sat in silence. She licked her lips, wondering why the world could be so cruel to someone who had done nothing wrong—except exist in her own skin. But as the breeze touched her cheek, she made a silent vow: she would no longer give anyone the power to define her worth. No more shrinking back. No more tears. No more allowing people to body-shame her into silence. She would love herself—slim body and all. Her only crime was being a slim girl. And that was no crime at all. --- Dear Reader, Have you ever been judged or body-shamed for being too slim, too fat, too short, too tall—just too something? You're not alone. Let’s speak up and lift each other. Drop a comment below if you've ever experienced body shaming and how you overcame it. Tag someone who needs to hear this. Share to spread love, not judgment. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex

riddle time!!! I’m not a system update, but I improve everything. I’m not a password, but I unlock hearts. I’m not a bug, but I fix what’s broken. What am I? Hint: Nakupenda runs on me, always. Answer: type it in the comment section #knowledge #nakupendariddle #gbemiking

Let’s Talk About How the Web Actually Works So you open a browser, type a URL, hit enter—and boom, a website loads. But what's really happening behind the scenes? Here’s a super simple breakdown: DNS Lookup: Your browser asks, “Where can I find this website?” DNS translates the domain (like example.com) into an IP address (like 192.168.x.x). Request Sent: Your browser sends a request to that address—basically saying, “Hey server, send me the website files.” Response from the Server: The server sends back HTML, CSS, JavaScript, and other resources. Rendering: Your browser reads the HTML, styles it with CSS, adds interactivity with JS, and displays the page. It all happens in milliseconds—but knowing this gives you a serious edge as a developer. Do you want to know how HTML, CSS, and JavaScript really do and how they work together? hit the, comment and follow button so you can get notify when I post it #webdevelopment #dailypost #HowtheWebWorks

Married men, what is your greatest regret in marriage? And for the married women,what is that thing you wish you knew before getting married ? Let's have a conversation in the comment section 👇 #grace #banjodx #de_listener

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A man took some loan, bought a house, it was about to be seized, just because he could not repay the loan and interest as agreed. He posted his situation on Facebook looking for help, but all he could get was zero comments. So he sent 250 messages to his contact list requesting a loan of #2,000,000. Unfortunately only 10 people responded. 6 out of 10 said they could not help him. And only 1 out of 4 who promised to help and gave him some money. The other 3 gave excuse and never took his calls. In the end, he was ejected. He did not have a place to sleep. He walked in the dark looking for options and unfortunately, A thief stole his empty purse with his ID. The thief was badly hit by a car in high speed as he fled and died without his body being identified. Only the bag containing the identity card served as a marker. The next day the news spread quickly around that he (the Man) had died. 2,500 people posted on his Facebook wall how they knew him and how kind he was. A committee was formed by his"faithful" friends who raised #7,500.000 to feed people at his funeral. His work colleagues organized themselves and brought #11.5m for the coffin, the tents and the chairs. He had to be buried in a coffin worth #3,500.000 but as they hastily bouht it there was a man who sold it to them for #2.000,000 saying it was his contribution. The family met again, it was a rare opportunity for the family to meet again. Then there was a sitting. For the funeral, the family contributed #4,000,000. Everyone wanted to volunteer to show that they were participating. They printed t-shirts and polos for more than #850,000. Now imagine the scene when he decided to show himself up on the day of his burial... While everyone run helter skelter thinking they'd seen a ghost, the man felt embittered, seeing how both family and friends that abandoned him at his darkest hours, extravagantly spent all they had, on mere carcass... So is life today, A sad reality but part of our daily lives. It will surprise you to learn that bulk of all those who talk about how much they love the deceased on burial days, are those who never showed him care and love, when he was alive. Yet, they'll talk from Lagos to abuja, how much they loved him. When a family member is in dire financial need, nobody will help...but the moment he's dead, money will come from all hidings...🤔 Help your brother/sister when he/she needs you. Do not wait for their death to show them your love. It will not help them. #Discipline #loveONEanother #nakupenda

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