• When your blessings are getting closer, your attacks become greater. Don't look at the storm, God is by your side, you will win by God's grace

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    When your blessings are getting closer, your attacks become greater. Don't look at the storm, God is by your side, you will win by God's grace #grateful #PeaceOfMind
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  • Good my beautiful and handsome people, God has shown mercy by giving us life today, it's no a right but a privileged that you and I are woke up sound and healthy today. To me and every other person this platform let's not just shout or speak love, lets show some little act of love in our respective abode to people around us today.
    Love is giving, love is sharing, love is kind, love is forgiving, love is not hate or backbiting.
    When show love your spirit is happy, refreshed and fulfilled.

    LET LOVE TAKE OVER YOUR ACTIVITIES TODAY AND YOU WILL GLAD YOU DID

    #knowledge
    #Blessing
    #Nakupenda
    Good my beautiful and handsome people, God has shown mercy by giving us life today, it's no a right but a privileged that you and I are woke up sound and healthy today. To me and every other person this platform let's not just shout or speak love, lets show some little act of love in our respective abode to people around us today. Love is giving, love is sharing, love is kind, love is forgiving, love is not hate or backbiting. When show love your spirit is happy, refreshed and fulfilled. LET LOVE TAKE OVER YOUR ACTIVITIES TODAY AND YOU WILL GLAD YOU DID #knowledge #Blessing #Nakupenda
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  • Thank God it's Friday, just chilling out and enjoying myself with my friends. Life no get duplicate enjoy yourself while you can

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    Thank God it's Friday, just chilling out and enjoying myself with my friends. Life no get duplicate enjoy yourself while you can #knowledge #Blessing
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  • Good evening friends how was today's work going may God grant us more blessings and crown our efforts
    Good evening friends how was today's work going may God grant us more blessings and crown our efforts 💖
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  • Happy new month lovelies
    May love continue to lead
    Bday Blessings bro Ub. Age with wealth
    #SpreadTheLove
    #Esther Sunday
    #Tizzy_luv
    Happy new month lovelies May love continue to lead Bday Blessings bro Ub. Age with wealth #SpreadTheLove #Esther Sunday #Tizzy_luv
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  • Good morning to us all, happy New Month with massive blessings to us all
    Good morning to us all, happy New Month with massive blessings to us all
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  • #FAVOUR
    #GODSUNSHINE13

    Passion and Purpose
    1. *"The best way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing."* - Walt Disney
    2. *"Your time is limited, don't waste it living someone else's life."* - Steve Jobs
    3. *"Do something today that your future self will thank you for."* - Unknown


    MAKE THE TESTIMONY COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

    FORGET ABOUT THE STORMS

    #FAVOUR #GODSUNSHINE13 Passion and Purpose 1. *"The best way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing."* - Walt Disney 2. *"Your time is limited, don't waste it living someone else's life."* - Steve Jobs 3. *"Do something today that your future self will thank you for."* - Unknown MAKE THE TESTIMONY COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS FORGET ABOUT THE STORMS
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  • #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    SHE WAS 8 YEARS OLD WHEN THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY AN 80-YEAR-OLD MAN AND THIS HAPPENED

    She was only eight. She still played with dolls, still chased butterflies barefoot in the dusty yard, still slept with her head on her mother’s lap. Her name was Amina, and all she ever wanted was to go to school, eat sweets, and laugh with her younger brother. But one morning, her mother pulled her aside, eyes red, voice trembling. "You are to be married next week." Amina blinked. Married? She thought it meant putting on a pretty dress and playing bride, the way she did with her friends. She didn’t understand why her mother cried harder when she smiled and asked if there would be cake.

    Her father didn’t explain. He only said, “This will save us all.” The man—Alhaji Umar—was 80 years old, rich, with hands that shook and breath that smelled of bitterness. He had four wives already. The youngest was 40. Now he wanted a fifth, and he wanted Amina. Because her father owed him. Because her father was drowning in debt. Because no one in the village would dare refuse Alhaji Umar.

    The night before the wedding, Amina asked her mother if she’d be allowed to go back to school afterward. Her mother didn’t answer. She just held her tighter. And when the drums began the next morning, when the guests gathered to dance and eat and celebrate what they thought was a blessing, Amina sat in the middle of the room in a white dress too big for her tiny frame, not knowing she was being led into a nightmare.

    The marriage was celebrated with loud music. But the silence in Amina’s heart was louder. She didn’t cry during the ceremony. She didn’t cry when she was taken to his house. But she cried when he locked the room that night. She cried when he touched her tiny hand and called her his "new beginning." He didn’t hurt her—not yet. But his eyes did. They looked at her like she wasn’t a child. Like she was property.

    Days turned into weeks. She didn’t go to school again. She cleaned the house. She sat beside his bed. She listened when he ranted about how none of his sons respected him. She became a shadow in a palace she never asked for. And the worst part? No one came for her. Not her father. Not her mother. They had vanished into the silence of guilt.

    But one night, when the wind howled and the rain slapped the windows, Amina heard someone at the door. A stranger. Wet, tired, breathing heavily. He said he was Alhaji Umar’s grandson. A university student back from abroad. “Who are you?” he asked, staring at her with confusion. “Why are you wearing a wedding necklace?”

    “I’m his wife,” she whispered.

    The boy’s face went pale.

    That night changed everything.

    TO BE CONTINUED...
    #Discipline #nakupenda SHE WAS 8 YEARS OLD WHEN THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY AN 80-YEAR-OLD MAN AND THIS HAPPENED She was only eight. She still played with dolls, still chased butterflies barefoot in the dusty yard, still slept with her head on her mother’s lap. Her name was Amina, and all she ever wanted was to go to school, eat sweets, and laugh with her younger brother. But one morning, her mother pulled her aside, eyes red, voice trembling. "You are to be married next week." Amina blinked. Married? She thought it meant putting on a pretty dress and playing bride, the way she did with her friends. She didn’t understand why her mother cried harder when she smiled and asked if there would be cake. Her father didn’t explain. He only said, “This will save us all.” The man—Alhaji Umar—was 80 years old, rich, with hands that shook and breath that smelled of bitterness. He had four wives already. The youngest was 40. Now he wanted a fifth, and he wanted Amina. Because her father owed him. Because her father was drowning in debt. Because no one in the village would dare refuse Alhaji Umar. The night before the wedding, Amina asked her mother if she’d be allowed to go back to school afterward. Her mother didn’t answer. She just held her tighter. And when the drums began the next morning, when the guests gathered to dance and eat and celebrate what they thought was a blessing, Amina sat in the middle of the room in a white dress too big for her tiny frame, not knowing she was being led into a nightmare. The marriage was celebrated with loud music. But the silence in Amina’s heart was louder. She didn’t cry during the ceremony. She didn’t cry when she was taken to his house. But she cried when he locked the room that night. She cried when he touched her tiny hand and called her his "new beginning." He didn’t hurt her—not yet. But his eyes did. They looked at her like she wasn’t a child. Like she was property. Days turned into weeks. She didn’t go to school again. She cleaned the house. She sat beside his bed. She listened when he ranted about how none of his sons respected him. She became a shadow in a palace she never asked for. And the worst part? No one came for her. Not her father. Not her mother. They had vanished into the silence of guilt. But one night, when the wind howled and the rain slapped the windows, Amina heard someone at the door. A stranger. Wet, tired, breathing heavily. He said he was Alhaji Umar’s grandson. A university student back from abroad. “Who are you?” he asked, staring at her with confusion. “Why are you wearing a wedding necklace?” “I’m his wife,” she whispered. The boy’s face went pale. That night changed everything. TO BE CONTINUED...
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  • Your Life is Not Disposable
    Dear father, in the noble journey of sacrifice and responsibility, it’s easy to forget that you, too, deserve care. You wake up daily with the weight of provision, protection, and leadership on your shoulders—and many times, you carry it without complaint. But let this be a gentle reminder: your life is not just a tool for everyone else’s comfort. You are not a machine. You are a human being, deeply loved, needed, and worthy of rest, joy, and renewal. Taking care of yourself isn’t selfish—it’s wise. It’s what ensures you can continue to be strong for those who count on you. Your health matters. Your peace matters. And yes—you matter. Stay alive, stay well, and remember: your presence is a blessing that no one else can replace.
    Happy Father’s Day.
    #HAPPINESS
    #AWESOMEGOD
    Your Life is Not Disposable Dear father, in the noble journey of sacrifice and responsibility, it’s easy to forget that you, too, deserve care. You wake up daily with the weight of provision, protection, and leadership on your shoulders—and many times, you carry it without complaint. But let this be a gentle reminder: your life is not just a tool for everyone else’s comfort. You are not a machine. You are a human being, deeply loved, needed, and worthy of rest, joy, and renewal. Taking care of yourself isn’t selfish—it’s wise. It’s what ensures you can continue to be strong for those who count on you. Your health matters. Your peace matters. And yes—you matter. Stay alive, stay well, and remember: your presence is a blessing that no one else can replace. Happy Father’s Day. #HAPPINESS #AWESOMEGOD
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  • On this Good Friday, may Jesus’ love fill your heart, cleanse your soul and offer you peace and joy.
    May the sacrifice of Jesus Christ inspire you to live a life of compassion and kindness. I hope you have a meaningful Good Friday.
    Let us all reflect on the ultimate sacrifice made for the greater good of humanity. May this Good Friday bring you closer to his love
    Sending love, blessings, and prayers to you on this day, let us all strive to live with love and grace. Wishing you a blessed Good Friday
    May the spirit of Good Friday bring your heart peace, your mind comfort, and your soul strength.
    On this solemn day, may you find comfort in his sacrifice and hope in his resurrection. Wishing you a great Good Friday
    May this Good Friday bring you closer to the love and grace of Jesus Christ.
    May you experience the depth of his love and the power of his sacrifice.
    May the deep silence of this sacred day fill your heart with peace and remind you of the strength found in sacrifice.
    #Paddylay
    On this Good Friday, may Jesus’ love fill your heart, cleanse your soul and offer you peace and joy. May the sacrifice of Jesus Christ inspire you to live a life of compassion and kindness. I hope you have a meaningful Good Friday. Let us all reflect on the ultimate sacrifice made for the greater good of humanity. May this Good Friday bring you closer to his love Sending love, blessings, and prayers to you on this day, let us all strive to live with love and grace. Wishing you a blessed Good Friday May the spirit of Good Friday bring your heart peace, your mind comfort, and your soul strength. On this solemn day, may you find comfort in his sacrifice and hope in his resurrection. Wishing you a great Good Friday May this Good Friday bring you closer to the love and grace of Jesus Christ. May you experience the depth of his love and the power of his sacrifice. May the deep silence of this sacred day fill your heart with peace and remind you of the strength found in sacrifice. #Paddylay
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  • Some time ago, I accompanied a friend to a conference at a hotel, where he was scheduled to meet someone. While waiting for him in the lobby area just outside one of the conference halls, I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone and minding my business.

    After a while, I noticed people going in and out of the hall beside me. Curiosity made me look up. A PhD defense was ongoing, I wasn’t really paying attention until I heard gentle clapping from inside the hall.

    Then came the turn of a middle-aged man, probably in his late 50s. He stood at the front with a soft, shaky demeanor. He spoke slowly, carefully picking his words. Every few sentences, he paused.. not for effect, but because he stuttered. Still, each time he managed to get through a point, the audience clapped.. not out of pity, but in admiration and respect.

    Toward the end, his voice broke. He asked everyone to kindly rise for a minute silence in honor of his wife, who had recently passed away. And in that moment of silence, he broke down in tears.

    What I learned afterward left me speechless.

    The man had only a diploma in Business Administration when he got married. His wife, a successful banker, pushed him to go back to school. She supported him through a BSc, then a master’s, and finally the PhD program he was now completing.

    But just months before he would earn the title “Doctor,” his wife lost her life to breast ******.

    He was shattered. She had been his strength, his motivation, and his helper. She had even taken time off her busy banking schedule to help him share questionnaires during his research. Though she herself had only a master’s degree, she pushed her husband beyond that point, right up to the very top.

    Now here he was, defending his thesis without her beside him.

    That’s when I truly understood the kind of love that doesn’t compete, the kind of spouse who gives you wings to fly without fear of your success.

    Not everyone is lucky to have such a partner, one who celebrates your growth, fights for your dream like it’s theirs, and stands by you even when life tries to break you.

    #knowledge
    #Blessing

    Some time ago, I accompanied a friend to a conference at a hotel, where he was scheduled to meet someone. While waiting for him in the lobby area just outside one of the conference halls, I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone and minding my business. After a while, I noticed people going in and out of the hall beside me. Curiosity made me look up. A PhD defense was ongoing, I wasn’t really paying attention until I heard gentle clapping from inside the hall. Then came the turn of a middle-aged man, probably in his late 50s. He stood at the front with a soft, shaky demeanor. He spoke slowly, carefully picking his words. Every few sentences, he paused.. not for effect, but because he stuttered. Still, each time he managed to get through a point, the audience clapped.. not out of pity, but in admiration and respect. Toward the end, his voice broke. He asked everyone to kindly rise for a minute silence in honor of his wife, who had recently passed away. And in that moment of silence, he broke down in tears. What I learned afterward left me speechless. The man had only a diploma in Business Administration when he got married. His wife, a successful banker, pushed him to go back to school. She supported him through a BSc, then a master’s, and finally the PhD program he was now completing. But just months before he would earn the title “Doctor,” his wife lost her life to breast cancer. He was shattered. She had been his strength, his motivation, and his helper. She had even taken time off her busy banking schedule to help him share questionnaires during his research. Though she herself had only a master’s degree, she pushed her husband beyond that point, right up to the very top. Now here he was, defending his thesis without her beside him. That’s when I truly understood the kind of love that doesn’t compete, the kind of spouse who gives you wings to fly without fear of your success. Not everyone is lucky to have such a partner, one who celebrates your growth, fights for your dream like it’s theirs, and stands by you even when life tries to break you. #knowledge #Blessing
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  • As the day winds down, take a moment to reflect on one thing you're grateful for. Gratitude attracts more blessings.

    #SpreadTheLove #TeamB #PeaceOfMind
    As the day winds down, take a moment to reflect on one thing you're grateful for. Gratitude attracts more blessings. #SpreadTheLove #TeamB #PeaceOfMind
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