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Title: Adira and the Echoes of the Forest In a quiet village nestled between the mountains and the ancient emerald forest, there lived a girl named Adira. She was known for her fierce spirit, untamed curls, and a curiosity that often led her into places others feared to go. The elders whispered that she was touched by the forest—marked by destiny from the day she was born during the rare lunar eclipse known as the “Moon’s Mirror.” Adira often wandered the forest’s edge, listening. The wind spoke in rustles, the birds told stories in song, and the trees... sometimes, they murmured her name. One misty morning, Adira heard something different—a distant hum, like the soft ringing of crystal bells. It came from deep within the woods, far beyond the known trails. She followed the sound, heart thudding not from fear, but from the thrill of the unknown. The deeper she ventured, the stranger the forest became. Trees twisted in shapes that looked like they were reaching for the sky in slow motion, and the air shimmered with tiny lights like fireflies made of moonlight. At last, she came upon a hidden glade. In its center stood a pool of perfectly still water, and on its surface danced the reflections of stars—though the sky above was still morning gray. The hum grew louder, harmonic and beautiful. From the water rose a figure made of liquid light. It was neither man nor woman, beast nor spirit—but something ancient and aware. “You’ve come,” it said, voice like wind in crystal chimes. “The forest remembers your promise.” “I don’t remember making one,” Adira said honestly, though her voice trembled. “You were born under the Moon’s Mirror. You are bound to protect the balance between the seen and unseen, between your world and ours.” The forest spirit explained: a rift had opened between realms. If left unchecked, the magic would leak and twist, turning beauty to chaos. Adira’s heart knew it was true, even if her mind still struggled to understand. “Will you accept the burden of balance?” the spirit asked. Adira looked into the pool. In it, she saw herself—older, wiser, standing beneath a sky of two moons, holding a staff carved from living wood. A protector. A guardian. She nodded. The forest sighed with relief. The pool pulsed once, and from it rose a necklace—simple, woven of vine and silver. As she took it, the trees straightened, the mist cleared, and a path opened before her, bathed in golden light. From that day forward, Adira was no longer just a curious village girl. She was the Keeper of the Echoes, the bridge between the wild and the waking, and the one the forest called by name. #nakupenda #Discipline #ADIRA

Anywhere you find yourself. Focus on two things. 1. Team goals 2. Personal goals Don't forget, not everyone in your team can see and believe in Nakupenda as you do. Set team goals and set your personal goals based on information I have shared here so far. Be wise in your strategies. #Aim for greatness. #Discipline #nakupenda

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™ I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school. It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him. When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out. One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement. "Daddy..." And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home. They were so happy. Jeremy looked at me. "You came to pick me up?" "Yes. I did." He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends. "Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow." And he entered the car. While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail. "Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?" He touched it with his hands. "My mum. She slapped me this morning." "Why?" He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road. "My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore." "Why?" "I do not know." "Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?" "Sometimes. I told her." "And she is not happy I do that?" He nodded his head and turned to look at the road. "I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you." He was speechless. While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building. I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together. He smiled. We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out. While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me. "Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today." I laughed. I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work. This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed. I am at work now, and considering the second option. I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does. That's all. My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do. #Discipline #nakupenda

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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

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

Discipline is self-love in action. #Favour #Bisi28

Stop and thank God for the gift of life The Igbos say "ekene dike na nke omere ome ozo" #discipline

Don't ever underestimate your season of learning! That's the PROCESS great LEADERS take. Decide now, what you want Tomorrow! #Stephenjesse #Discipline #nakupenda