• You become a fruit of what you constantly sow in your subconscious thoughts.

    Shun every negative thoughts.
    #grace
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    You become a fruit of what you constantly sow in your subconscious thoughts. Shun every negative thoughts. #grace #teamE #alexjulietchinenyenwa
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  • Over 2,200 years ago, a man measured the Earth… using shadows and a stick.

    In the 3rd century BCE, in the great Egyptian city of Alexandria, lived a man named Eratosthenes.
    Some mocked him by calling him Beta — the second letter of the Greek alphabet — implying he was second-best at everything. But in truth, he was an Alpha in knowledge.

    Astronomer, geographer, philosopher, poet, historian, mathematician, and director of the Great Library of Alexandria — he was a true Renaissance man… centuries before the Renaissance.

    One day, he read in a scroll that in the city of Syene (modern-day Aswan), on June 21st, the summer solstice, a vertical stick cast no shadow at noon. The sun stood directly overhead. But in Alexandria, on the same day and same hour, a stick did cast a shadow.

    Where most would overlook such a detail, Eratosthenes saw a cosmic clue.

    He reasoned:
    If the Earth were flat, the sun’s rays would hit both sticks equally — the shadows would match. But they didn’t.
    So, what could explain the difference?
    Only a curved Earth.

    He measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. It was about 7 degrees — roughly 1/50th of a full circle.
    He hired someone to measure the distance between Syene and Alexandria: about 800 kilometers.
    Then he did the math:
    800 km × 50 = 40,000 km — the circumference of the Earth.

    That’s astonishingly accurate.
    No satellites. No telescopes. No calculators.
    Just observation, curiosity, and a mind that dared to ask why.

    Eratosthenes became the first person to calculate the size of a planet — and he did it by watching how a stick cast its shadow.

    ~ Carl Sagan
    #astronomer
    #geographers
    Over 2,200 years ago, a man measured the Earth… using shadows and a stick. In the 3rd century BCE, in the great Egyptian city of Alexandria, lived a man named Eratosthenes. Some mocked him by calling him Beta — the second letter of the Greek alphabet — implying he was second-best at everything. But in truth, he was an Alpha in knowledge. Astronomer, geographer, philosopher, poet, historian, mathematician, and director of the Great Library of Alexandria — he was a true Renaissance man… centuries before the Renaissance. One day, he read in a scroll that in the city of Syene (modern-day Aswan), on June 21st, the summer solstice, a vertical stick cast no shadow at noon. The sun stood directly overhead. But in Alexandria, on the same day and same hour, a stick did cast a shadow. Where most would overlook such a detail, Eratosthenes saw a cosmic clue. He reasoned: If the Earth were flat, the sun’s rays would hit both sticks equally — the shadows would match. But they didn’t. So, what could explain the difference? Only a curved Earth. He measured the angle of the shadow in Alexandria. It was about 7 degrees — roughly 1/50th of a full circle. He hired someone to measure the distance between Syene and Alexandria: about 800 kilometers. Then he did the math: 800 km × 50 = 40,000 km — the circumference of the Earth. That’s astonishingly accurate. No satellites. No telescopes. No calculators. Just observation, curiosity, and a mind that dared to ask why. Eratosthenes became the first person to calculate the size of a planet — and he did it by watching how a stick cast its shadow. ~ Carl Sagan #astronomer #geographers
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  • You become what you feed on daily. Feed on the right things. Good morning.

    #TGIF
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    You become what you feed on daily. Feed on the right things. Good morning. #TGIF #grace #alexjulietchinenyenwa
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  • "You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign.
    “Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys.
    "So... who's the father?"

    Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.”
    Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?”
    “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking.
    She lowered her head and began to sob.

    “My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.”
    Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.”
    “So what do I do now?”
    Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.”
    “That’s absurd,” Gladys replied.
    “Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.”

    _______
    Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice.

    She aborted the baby.

    But she ended up with a damaged womb.
    A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for.

    ________
    This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through.
    They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one.

    Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks.
    No matter how many people normalize it.
    No matter how curious you are.
    And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound.

    God’s word says:
    “Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    "You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign. “Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys. "So... who's the father?" Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.” Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?” “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking. She lowered her head and began to sob. “My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.” Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.” “So what do I do now?” Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.” “That’s absurd,” Gladys replied. “Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.” _______ Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice. She aborted the baby. But she ended up with a damaged womb. A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for. ________ This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through. They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one. Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks. No matter how many people normalize it. No matter how curious you are. And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound. God’s word says: “Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22 © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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  • History: A Guide to the Present and the Future.

    The study of the past to understand the present and predict the future is the sole purpose of history. Yet, it is quite unfortunate that many who study history fail to learn its lessons.

    Time and time again, century after century, people keep making the same mistakes their forefathers made. They pass down these mistakes—knowingly or unknowingly—to their children, who in turn pass them to the next generation.

    Historical mistakes don’t just lie in matters of health; they affect all aspects of life. A society that doesn’t learn from history is bound to keep moving in circles, repeating old patterns and handing them over to future generations.

    So, learn from history. Don’t just memorize historical names and dates. Understand the why, the how, and the consequences. History is the study of the past, to understand the present and predict the future.

    So do you just know history and not learn the lessons?

    #grace
    #julietchinenyenwaalex
    History: A Guide to the Present and the Future. The study of the past to understand the present and predict the future is the sole purpose of history. Yet, it is quite unfortunate that many who study history fail to learn its lessons. Time and time again, century after century, people keep making the same mistakes their forefathers made. They pass down these mistakes—knowingly or unknowingly—to their children, who in turn pass them to the next generation. Historical mistakes don’t just lie in matters of health; they affect all aspects of life. A society that doesn’t learn from history is bound to keep moving in circles, repeating old patterns and handing them over to future generations. So, learn from history. Don’t just memorize historical names and dates. Understand the why, the how, and the consequences. History is the study of the past, to understand the present and predict the future. So do you just know history and not learn the lessons? #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex
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  • "They don't accept sh#t, but they're quick to dish it out to anyone."

    Let’s talk about these "I don't take nonsense" people — the scratch my back and I'll scratch yours type. You know them. The ones who pride themselves on having zero tolerance for disrespect, and they make sure everyone knows it.

    And honestly? There's nothing wrong with wanting to be treated with respect. Nobody enjoys being treated badly. That part is valid.

    But here’s the issue: many people in this category have double standards. They demand respect but don’t always give it. They shout “boundaries” but trample on others'. They cry foul at the slightest shade, yet casually toss shade like it's confetti.

    Bottom line: if you don’t like rubbish, don’t give it.
    Treat people the way you want to be treated. It’s not that deep — it’s just life principles.

    Happy Weekend by the way.
    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    "They don't accept sh#t, but they're quick to dish it out to anyone." Let’s talk about these "I don't take nonsense" people — the scratch my back and I'll scratch yours type. You know them. The ones who pride themselves on having zero tolerance for disrespect, and they make sure everyone knows it. And honestly? There's nothing wrong with wanting to be treated with respect. Nobody enjoys being treated badly. That part is valid. But here’s the issue: many people in this category have double standards. They demand respect but don’t always give it. They shout “boundaries” but trample on others'. They cry foul at the slightest shade, yet casually toss shade like it's confetti. Bottom line: if you don’t like rubbish, don’t give it. Treat people the way you want to be treated. It’s not that deep — it’s just life principles. Happy Weekend by the way. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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  • FROM ANOTHER PLATFORM

    By Obi Nwakanma

    And I hear you, bro. But think about it: from 1970- 1979, the generation of the Igbo who had fought and funded the war, were not talking of marginalization. They took on the task of restoration. I remember the story the late Mbazulike Amaechi told me when I once visited him in Ukpor. At the end of the war, the Igbo business elite who had been in PH, and whose property had been forcibly acquired by the new government in Rivers state went to Asika to intervene. Asika sat with them and urged them to seek the intervention of the courts and make this a seminal case on the defense of Igbo property rights in Nigeria. He did not want to seem to put undue pressure in a very sensitive time on the government of Rivers state. The Igbo were being harassed and stopped from work and resuming their life in PH. Asika encouraged them to seek the legal benefits of Awolowo who was the most powerful politician in government at the time. These Igbo businessmen met Awo, in Lagos, and after he heard them, Awo demanded that they go and pay 1 million pounds into his Chambers account, before he would could take on their plea. The Igbo business men asked Awo where he thought they could get one million pounds, having just come out of a devastating war. He said it was their business and dismissed them. The men later met in ZC Obi’s home, and after rounds and rounds of discussions, they agreed at ZC Obi’s urging, that they would no longer pursue the matter. ZC Obi said, “ let us ge back to work. Let us send our young men back to work. We shall build Aba until it gets into Port Harcourt, and no one will know the difference.” And that was precisely what they set out to do, and were about accomplishing that feat up till 1987. By 1979, the Igbo were powerful enough to ge a serious factor in Nigerian politics. Between 1979-83, the Igbo were not talking about marginalization. They were engaged in restoration . Mbakwe had asked Ihechukwu Madubuike as minister for education, to place as priority the establishment of another federal university in Igbo land. Thus FUTO in 1980. Between he and Jim Nwobodo, they launched an industrial policy that quickly turned the East once more into an active economic belt. They did not wait for the federal government. Imo state University and Anambra state university of Technology were the first state universities to be established under the state laws. I was reading the Imo State University Act that established the charter of the old Imo state university the other day, and I am still utterly impressed by the quality and precision of thought that went into organizing that university under the inimitable MJC Echeruo, one of Igbo lands sharpest minds of the 20th century. The same goes for ASUTHEC. Nwobodo went specifically to Harvard to make Prof Kenneth **** to return to Enugu and establish ASUTHEC. Now, compare that Igbo, to this generation of the Akalogoli. Mbakwe took Shagari specifically to Ndiegoro, in Aba, wept publicly with dramatic impact , and forced Shagari to promise to establish the ecological fund to deal with places like Ndiegoro in Igbo land. He compelled Shagari to understand that Gas and Petroleum were abundant natural resources from Imo state, and that Imo deserved and must be given new shares/ consideration , if the federal did not want Imo to sue, and even begin to raise questions about the federal government’s s seizure of Eastern Nigerias oil and gas investments, like the PH refinery for which no compensation has even to this day, been paid. Mbakwe pushed the oil issue and said to Shagari that the proposed Petrochemical Plant must be located in Imo, otherwise he would begin to build the Imo Petrochemical Industries himself . The grounds had been cleared by October 1983, and work started at the Imo Petrochemical Plant at Izombe by the time the military struck on Dec. 31, 1983. It was Buhari who later relocated that plant to Eleme. Mbakwe began the first Independent Power company with the Amaraku power station under Alex Emeziem at the Ministry of Utilities. The father of my high school buddy at the Government College Umuahia was the project manager who designed and installed the power station at Amaraku and had begun work at the Izombe Gas power station; all with engineers and technicians from the Imo state ministries of work and public utilities. They did not go to China to sign a contract. They just went to South Korea to procure the parts they designed and which they installed themselves! By 1981/2 most towns in Imo state had electricity under the Imo state Rural Electrification project. Same with the Five Zonal water project under the Mbakwe program. The project manager was Engineer Ebiringa. They did not go to China or America or wait for the federal government. 85% of the Imo Water project had been completed by the time the soldiers struck. There are still giant iron pipes buried underground in almost all the towns in the old Imo state under that project which was designed to give Imo the first constant, clean water of any state of Nigeria. Only a phase of the Owerri water project was completed by the time Mbakwe was kicked out of office, but even so, Owerri had the cleanest, most regular water of any city in Nigeria. Imo organized her public schools. Imo organized a first class public health system. My own father was commissioned under the Health Management board as the government’s Chief Health Statician, to conduct the first broad epidemiological survey of Imo state in 1982. I saw him at work. They were serious and professional men, who took their duties very seriously because they were highly trained. The Imo state civil service was possibly the finest civil service in West Africa; finer than the federal service, because they had a
    highly selected and well trained pool of civil servants who delivered value to the people. They were not talking about marginalization. You may say what you like today about Jim Nwobodo, but he started the independent satellite newspaper In Enugu, which balanced the story coming out of Lagos. No one was talking about marginalization until Chuba Okadigbo, rightly used that word to decribe the way the federal military government of Nigeria was treating the Igbo, in terms of access to real power. There were not enough Igbo officers represented in the organograms of the military governments, and yes, that word was apt, in that ****** . But we have taken it too far, and turned it into an excuse for our intellectual and political indolence. The Igbo have waited for their comeuppance on Nigeria, but **** ain’t happening. Nigeria is moving on without us, for better or worse. We must now recalibrate and engage. Let us use the final gas in our tanks, all of us now, between 55-75 years, to complete the work of restoration which the last generation began but which we have abandoned because we dropped the ball. We may weep all we want and complain that Nigeria is unfair, but the universe is indifferent. I dare say, Nigeria actually has no capacity to marginalize the Igbo. We better stop marginalizing ourselves or risk our children and their children inheriting the slave’s mentality!! That’s the danger we court with this story of Igbo marginality, which is actually self imposed, and self indulgent!

    I pray we rise again!!!!
    Happy New Month to us all!!!
    #Discipline
    FROM ANOTHER PLATFORM By Obi Nwakanma And I hear you, bro. But think about it: from 1970- 1979, the generation of the Igbo who had fought and funded the war, were not talking of marginalization. They took on the task of restoration. I remember the story the late Mbazulike Amaechi told me when I once visited him in Ukpor. At the end of the war, the Igbo business elite who had been in PH, and whose property had been forcibly acquired by the new government in Rivers state went to Asika to intervene. Asika sat with them and urged them to seek the intervention of the courts and make this a seminal case on the defense of Igbo property rights in Nigeria. He did not want to seem to put undue pressure in a very sensitive time on the government of Rivers state. The Igbo were being harassed and stopped from work and resuming their life in PH. Asika encouraged them to seek the legal benefits of Awolowo who was the most powerful politician in government at the time. These Igbo businessmen met Awo, in Lagos, and after he heard them, Awo demanded that they go and pay 1 million pounds into his Chambers account, before he would could take on their plea. The Igbo business men asked Awo where he thought they could get one million pounds, having just come out of a devastating war. He said it was their business and dismissed them. The men later met in ZC Obi’s home, and after rounds and rounds of discussions, they agreed at ZC Obi’s urging, that they would no longer pursue the matter. ZC Obi said, “ let us ge back to work. Let us send our young men back to work. We shall build Aba until it gets into Port Harcourt, and no one will know the difference.” And that was precisely what they set out to do, and were about accomplishing that feat up till 1987. By 1979, the Igbo were powerful enough to ge a serious factor in Nigerian politics. Between 1979-83, the Igbo were not talking about marginalization. They were engaged in restoration . Mbakwe had asked Ihechukwu Madubuike as minister for education, to place as priority the establishment of another federal university in Igbo land. Thus FUTO in 1980. Between he and Jim Nwobodo, they launched an industrial policy that quickly turned the East once more into an active economic belt. They did not wait for the federal government. Imo state University and Anambra state university of Technology were the first state universities to be established under the state laws. I was reading the Imo State University Act that established the charter of the old Imo state university the other day, and I am still utterly impressed by the quality and precision of thought that went into organizing that university under the inimitable MJC Echeruo, one of Igbo lands sharpest minds of the 20th century. The same goes for ASUTHEC. Nwobodo went specifically to Harvard to make Prof Kenneth Dike to return to Enugu and establish ASUTHEC. Now, compare that Igbo, to this generation of the Akalogoli. Mbakwe took Shagari specifically to Ndiegoro, in Aba, wept publicly with dramatic impact , and forced Shagari to promise to establish the ecological fund to deal with places like Ndiegoro in Igbo land. He compelled Shagari to understand that Gas and Petroleum were abundant natural resources from Imo state, and that Imo deserved and must be given new shares/ consideration , if the federal did not want Imo to sue, and even begin to raise questions about the federal government’s s seizure of Eastern Nigerias oil and gas investments, like the PH refinery for which no compensation has even to this day, been paid. Mbakwe pushed the oil issue and said to Shagari that the proposed Petrochemical Plant must be located in Imo, otherwise he would begin to build the Imo Petrochemical Industries himself . The grounds had been cleared by October 1983, and work started at the Imo Petrochemical Plant at Izombe by the time the military struck on Dec. 31, 1983. It was Buhari who later relocated that plant to Eleme. Mbakwe began the first Independent Power company with the Amaraku power station under Alex Emeziem at the Ministry of Utilities. The father of my high school buddy at the Government College Umuahia was the project manager who designed and installed the power station at Amaraku and had begun work at the Izombe Gas power station; all with engineers and technicians from the Imo state ministries of work and public utilities. They did not go to China to sign a contract. They just went to South Korea to procure the parts they designed and which they installed themselves! By 1981/2 most towns in Imo state had electricity under the Imo state Rural Electrification project. Same with the Five Zonal water project under the Mbakwe program. The project manager was Engineer Ebiringa. They did not go to China or America or wait for the federal government. 85% of the Imo Water project had been completed by the time the soldiers struck. There are still giant iron pipes buried underground in almost all the towns in the old Imo state under that project which was designed to give Imo the first constant, clean water of any state of Nigeria. Only a phase of the Owerri water project was completed by the time Mbakwe was kicked out of office, but even so, Owerri had the cleanest, most regular water of any city in Nigeria. Imo organized her public schools. Imo organized a first class public health system. My own father was commissioned under the Health Management board as the government’s Chief Health Statician, to conduct the first broad epidemiological survey of Imo state in 1982. I saw him at work. They were serious and professional men, who took their duties very seriously because they were highly trained. The Imo state civil service was possibly the finest civil service in West Africa; finer than the federal service, because they had a highly selected and well trained pool of civil servants who delivered value to the people. They were not talking about marginalization. You may say what you like today about Jim Nwobodo, but he started the independent satellite newspaper In Enugu, which balanced the story coming out of Lagos. No one was talking about marginalization until Chuba Okadigbo, rightly used that word to decribe the way the federal military government of Nigeria was treating the Igbo, in terms of access to real power. There were not enough Igbo officers represented in the organograms of the military governments, and yes, that word was apt, in that period . But we have taken it too far, and turned it into an excuse for our intellectual and political indolence. The Igbo have waited for their comeuppance on Nigeria, but shit ain’t happening. Nigeria is moving on without us, for better or worse. We must now recalibrate and engage. Let us use the final gas in our tanks, all of us now, between 55-75 years, to complete the work of restoration which the last generation began but which we have abandoned because we dropped the ball. We may weep all we want and complain that Nigeria is unfair, but the universe is indifferent. I dare say, Nigeria actually has no capacity to marginalize the Igbo. We better stop marginalizing ourselves or risk our children and their children inheriting the slave’s mentality!! That’s the danger we court with this story of Igbo marginality, which is actually self imposed, and self indulgent! I pray we rise again!!!! Happy New Month to us all!!! #Discipline
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  • When your eyes become your lord, you will be bound to satisfy all their cravings—whether good or evil.

    “Do not take anything with you when leaving, okay?” the elderly man warned sternly. His voice echoed through the small room as he addressed the four young men taking shelter in his home. A violent storm had swept through the city, stranding them on their way back to their respective universities.

    “Yes, sir,” they chorused, watching the elderly man quietly step out of the room.

    Charles flopped onto the bed, eyes roaming across the ceiling.
    “This room looks like it hasn’t been used in a century,” he said.

    “How would you know?” Peter asked, unpacking his bag.

    “Look at those drawings. They look like Mediterranean-era paintings.” He pointed toward the ceiling.

    “Historian!” Henry mocked, making the others burst into laughter.

    “I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I bet there are ancient antiques in this house. First thing tomorrow, I’m going searching.”

    “Remember what the old man said,” John reminded him.

    “Forget the old man,” Charles replied, shutting his eyes with a smirk.


    ---

    The next day, the storm cleared. The water receded, and the sun pierced through the clouds. The housemaster gathered the boys and gave them parting words of wisdom. In return, they handed him small tokens of appreciation and went on their way.

    But not long after their departure, the housemaster made a troubling discovery—one of his most precious antiques was missing.

    Panicked, he raised an alarm. The neighbors quickly rallied and pursued the young men. When they caught up with them, a search was conducted—and the missing item was found tucked inside Charles' bag.

    They were all arrested and thrown into a prison cell.


    ---

    This fictional tale echoes the ancient story of Achan—a man who let his eyes override the commandments of God.

    Achan saw, desired, and took—and his disobedience brought ruin not only upon himself, but upon his people.

    Just like Charles, when the eyes become your master, you’ll be driven to satisfy every craving, regardless of consequence.

    Beware what your eyes fixate on—because what you stare at too long, you may start to crave. And what you crave, you may soon disobey to obtain.

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    When your eyes become your lord, you will be bound to satisfy all their cravings—whether good or evil. “Do not take anything with you when leaving, okay?” the elderly man warned sternly. His voice echoed through the small room as he addressed the four young men taking shelter in his home. A violent storm had swept through the city, stranding them on their way back to their respective universities. “Yes, sir,” they chorused, watching the elderly man quietly step out of the room. Charles flopped onto the bed, eyes roaming across the ceiling. “This room looks like it hasn’t been used in a century,” he said. “How would you know?” Peter asked, unpacking his bag. “Look at those drawings. They look like Mediterranean-era paintings.” He pointed toward the ceiling. “Historian!” Henry mocked, making the others burst into laughter. “I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I bet there are ancient antiques in this house. First thing tomorrow, I’m going searching.” “Remember what the old man said,” John reminded him. “Forget the old man,” Charles replied, shutting his eyes with a smirk. --- The next day, the storm cleared. The water receded, and the sun pierced through the clouds. The housemaster gathered the boys and gave them parting words of wisdom. In return, they handed him small tokens of appreciation and went on their way. But not long after their departure, the housemaster made a troubling discovery—one of his most precious antiques was missing. Panicked, he raised an alarm. The neighbors quickly rallied and pursued the young men. When they caught up with them, a search was conducted—and the missing item was found tucked inside Charles' bag. They were all arrested and thrown into a prison cell. --- This fictional tale echoes the ancient story of Achan—a man who let his eyes override the commandments of God. Achan saw, desired, and took—and his disobedience brought ruin not only upon himself, but upon his people. Just like Charles, when the eyes become your master, you’ll be driven to satisfy every craving, regardless of consequence. Beware what your eyes fixate on—because what you stare at too long, you may start to crave. And what you crave, you may soon disobey to obtain. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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  • Friday's good cause Sunday is coming.

    Happy Easter in advance.
    #grace
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    #happyeasterinadvance
    Friday's good cause Sunday is coming✝️. Happy Easter in advance. #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex #happyeasterinadvance
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  • If you don't get up, make a move, take risks, explore and try new things. You just might spend the rest of your life regretting why you did not.

    Seize every moment.

    #grace
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    If you don't get up, make a move, take risks, explore and try new things. You just might spend the rest of your life regretting why you did not. Seize every moment. #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex
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  • Land Cruiser 2015 Model.
    Slightly used in Nigeria but in Belgium standard grade.
    Relatively good price.
    Call@+2349131750197.
    #Team E.
    #Alex.
    Land Cruiser 2015 Model. Slightly used in Nigeria but in Belgium standard grade. Relatively good price. Call@+2349131750197. #Team E. #Alex.
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  • What Didn't I Do...?

    The pain of failure after fulfilling all the odds and ends stings more than that of someone who never tried at all. Why? Because your results don’t always reflect the tears, hard work, and grit you poured into the process. It’s a plight many of us can relate to.

    In frustration, we might blame God. We might blame the system—or even ourselves. But what if we looked at things differently?

    What didn't I do?

    Sometimes, viewing things from a narrower, more honest perspective reveals the flaws, oversights, and missteps we ignored at the start. Reflection isn't always about what you did wrong—it’s about what you didn’t do right.

    To grow, sometimes you have to identify what you didn’t do in order to improve what you did.

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    #grace
    #julietchinenyenwaalex
    What Didn't I Do...? The pain of failure after fulfilling all the odds and ends stings more than that of someone who never tried at all. Why? Because your results don’t always reflect the tears, hard work, and grit you poured into the process. It’s a plight many of us can relate to. In frustration, we might blame God. We might blame the system—or even ourselves. But what if we looked at things differently? What didn't I do? Sometimes, viewing things from a narrower, more honest perspective reveals the flaws, oversights, and missteps we ignored at the start. Reflection isn't always about what you did wrong—it’s about what you didn’t do right. To grow, sometimes you have to identify what you didn’t do in order to improve what you did. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex
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