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The parable of the 10 virgins. Like the parable, humans always tend to cry had I known I would have done it better but this was a concrete example of how it really is. Preparation met with opportunity is the real deal cause it changes ones life. The best time to prepare was yesterday, the second best time is now, so endeavor to prepare to be as the 5 wise that optimized the opportunity they had. #Focus #preparationiskey #happyweekend

Pratik Joshi had been living in London for six years. A software professional, he’d long dreamed of building a life abroad for his wife and three young children, who stayed back in India. After years of waiting for due clearances the dream was finally coming true. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a renowned doctor in Udaipur, resigned from her job. The bags were packed, goodbyes said, the future within reach. This morning, the family of five, filled with hope and excitement, boarded Air India flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie. Sent it to relatives. A one-way journey to a new life. But they never made it. The plane crashed. No one survived. In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. A brutal reminder, life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything you build, everything you hope for, everything you love, it all hangs by a thread. So while you can, live, love, and don’t wait for happiness to start tomorrow. May they rest easy!!! #discipline

RELATIONSHIPS Why Friendship is more important than you think "In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." – Khalil Gibran We often prioritize and seek romantic relationships first and foremost. We also value our family bonds and tend to favor these connections. However, this can mean that we leave friendships by the wayside. And yet friendships can be very important for a good, satisfying, and meaningful life. Friendships are special because they are usually far more about positive emotions and fun than other relationships. That is not to say that friends won’t be there during the hard times, but that we tend to hang out with them when we want to. With a relative or a partner, there are usually more obligations. This means that friends can become those positive relationships that bring us joy and happiness, even when things are tough elsewhere. Secondly, friends are chosen, and as we maintain a friendship, we keep making the choice to stick with that person. It empowers us to build long and satisfying connections but let go of those that are less significant. #nakupenda #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou #Relationships

Wield your jokes wisely, and you will be remembered not just as funny but as someone who brings light without burning others 😀

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

Dear Lord, Thank You for waking me up today and for always being with me, even when things feel tough. You said in Psalm 23 that you are my shepherd you promised that You would supply all my needs, and right now, Lord, I really need You. I’m struggling, I don’t have everything I need, but I believe You’re my Provider. You said in Your Word that if You take care of the birds and flowers, You’ll definitely take care of me too, and I’m holding on to that. Father, please open doors for me. Send help from where I don’t even expect. Give me favor and opportunities, and bless the works of my hands. I know You are faithful, and I trust You even though it’s hard. You’re my Shepherd, and You said I shall not want, Lord: provide for me. Give me peace of mind, strength to keep going, and a breakthrough that will lift this burden off my shoulders. Thank You because I know You hear me. I trust Your timing, and I believe You’ll come through. In Jesus name, Amen 🙏🏽

#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...

Title: Adira and the Heart of the Storm Years had passed since Adira first became the Keeper of the Echoes. The village had grown, but the forests around it had grown even wilder, and the ancient trees whispered more often than ever. Adira, now a young woman, had learned to communicate with the forest, guiding it to balance the fragile boundary between the realms of magic and men. One evening, as dusk fell and the sky pulsed with a thousand hues of gold and lavender, a strange thing happened. The forest fell silent. Not a single leaf stirred, not a breath of wind rustled the branches. The quiet was so profound, it pressed against Adira's chest. A low rumble shook the ground beneath her feet. Before she could move, the sky split with a roar, and a storm unlike any she'd seen descended upon the forest. Dark clouds, swirling like a tempest of shadows, spun violently above the trees. The air crackled with magic, and strange lights flickered within the storm. It was not just weather—it was an omen. Adira ran toward the heart of the disturbance, following the pulse of magic she felt beneath her skin. The storm's fury grew with each step, but she was not afraid. She had faced the unknown before. At the center of the storm stood a figure cloaked in shadow, their form shimmering like a silhouette made of night itself. The ground around them was scorched, the earth warped with unnatural energy. "I've come to claim what is mine," the shadowed figure spoke, their voice like thunder rolling through the sky. Adira stepped forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the vine-and-silver necklace that hung from her neck. The forest hummed in response, a soft, reassuring pulse. "You don't belong here," Adira said, her voice steady. "This is the realm of balance, of peace. You will destroy it." The figure laughed, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder. "I was born of chaos. The forest cannot keep me out forever. You are too late, Keeper." With a flick of the figure’s hand, the storm raged harder, lashing out with winds that could tear trees from their roots. Adira's eyes glowed with determination. “No,” she said. “I am the Keeper of Echoes. And I will protect this place.” The forest answered her call, its ancient power flowing through her veins. Adira raised her arms, and the vines around her swelled, twisting into forms of protection. The ground beneath her feet rumbled as the trees responded, their roots awakening, reaching deep into the earth. The shadowed figure faltered as the earth itself began to push back, the magic of the forest encircling them, constricting. "You are bound by the forest's power, just as I am," Adira said. "But I am not alone." The figure hissed in fury, but the storm began to recede, the winds lessening. Adira pressed forward, not with force, but with the unity of the forest’s heart. Slowly, the figure began to dissipate, its form turning to mist as the magic of the forest sealed the rift they had created. The storm calmed, and the sky cleared, revealing a single star that gleamed brighter than the others—a sign that the balance had been restored. Adira, though exhausted, smiled softly. The forest was safe for now. The echo of the wild magic pulsed beneath her feet, always there, waiting to guide her when needed. #ADIRA #nakupenda #Discipline

Some days are really heavy, but you have to survive. #Knowledge #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou

HTML + CSS + JavaScript: Ever wondered how websites actually work? Let me break it down: 1. HTML = Structure It’s the bones of your site — headings, buttons, images, links, etc. Think of it as the foundation of a house. 2. CSS = Style It makes your site look pretty — colors, layouts, fonts, spacing. Like the paint, furniture, and decor. 3. JavaScript = Behavior It brings your site to life — clicks, animations, dynamic content. Imagine doors opening, lights turning on — that’s JS. Together? They turn static code into beautiful, interactive websites. Stay tuned as I dive deeper into each one in this series! #WebDevelopment #HTML #CSS #JavaScript #LearnToCode #FrontendDev #CodingBasics

👇 HUMAN "WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION"👇😄😃🏃🏃🏃 **ANAMBRA COMMISSIONER SEEKS HELP TO MANAGE 18-YEAR-OLD APPRENTICE WHO IMPREGNATED 10 GIRLS INCLUDING MASTER'S DAUGHTER** May 7, 2025 The state’s Commissioner for Women and Social Welfare, Ify Obinabo, made the disclosure during a social media broadcast on Wednesday, expressing deep concern over what she described as an “overwhelming and disturbing case.” **An 18-year-old apprentice in Anambra State has reportedly impregnated at least 10 girls within a span of five months, including his master’s daughter and a salesgirl.** The state’s Commissioner for Women and Social Welfare, Ify Obinabo, made the disclosure during a social media broadcast on Wednesday, expressing deep concern over what she described as an “overwhelming and disturbing case.” The teenage boy, whose identity remains undisclosed, was sent to learn a trade under a master. However, within just three months, he allegedly got both his boss’s daughter and a salesgirl pregnant, leading to his immediate dismissal from the apprenticeship. “This boy was sent to learn a trade at the age of 18 and three months of apprenticeship, and he impregnated his master’s daughter and his salesgirl. He was sent packing,” Obinabo said. She further revealed that the situation deteriorated after the boy returned to his village, where he allegedly impregnated eight additional girls within two months. “I want advice from the public because this one is beyond my capacity,” Obinabo stated. “Two months after that, he impregnated eight other girls in the village.” The commissioner said the boy’s mother visited her office in desperation, seeking help as the situation had grown beyond the family's control. “Anytime I see a girl coming towards our house nowadays, my heart would jump, please, I need help,” the mother was quoted as saying. Obinabo, visibly disturbed by the unfolding drama, questioned whether the matter could have spiritual undertones. “This matter is beyond me, the reason I want the public to help me come up with a solution. Is it spiritual?” She recounted asking the boy how he managed to convince so many girls. “I asked the boy the magic he uses in luring the girls to bed, but he told me he always tells them that he loves them and would like to marry them any time he acquires wealth.” “This problem is beyond me because of the boy’s age and the number of pregnant girls involved; that’s why I need help to solve it,” Obinabo added. #Paddylay

Ecclesiastes 9:11 The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong nor bread to the wise, nor riches to the intelligent, nor favor to the skillful; but time and chance happen to them all. The above verse of the scriptures highlights that success and outcomes aren't solely determined by human abilities or strengths, but also by circumstances beyond our control. #Ngo_123 #grace