• Hey guys!! and Happy holidays!!!

    How many of us remember 2go??

    We can have a different section for joining different groups where we can discuss different topics and learn different things.

    Take an example a group called ""MY SOULMATE""
    Youll be asked series of questions before you can join the group . its like a dating app embedded in this red space.

    Afterall Nakupenda means LOVE right??

    let me know what you think in the comment section.

    #Nakupenda
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    Hey guys!! and Happy holidays!!! How many of us remember 2go?? We can have a different section for joining different groups where we can discuss different topics and learn different things. Take an example a group called ""MY SOULMATE"" Youll be asked series of questions before you can join the group . its like a dating app embedded in this red space. Afterall Nakupenda means LOVE right?? 🥳 let me know what you think in the comment section. #Nakupenda [iamdajek]
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  • A woman is most powerful when she stops chasing love and starts embodying it.

    True power doesn't come from seeking external validation, but from awakening the love already within her.

    A woman who chooses to embody love-no matter the circumstances- becomes a force of nature. She is magnetic, not because of her appearance, but because of the light that
    radiates from her soul.

    It's a glow that can't be dimmed, a presence that can't be ignored. Divinity itself sees her, and the world feels it. When you stop chasing and start becoming, that's when you step into your true power.

    A woman is most powerful when she stops chasing love and starts embodying it.

    True power doesn't come from seeking external validation, but from awakening the love already within her.

    A woman who chooses to embody love-no matter the circumstances- becomes a force of nature. She is magnetic, not because of her appearance, but because of the light that
    radiates from her soul.

    It's a glow that can't be dimmed, a presence that can't be ignored. Divinity itself sees her, and the world feels it. When you stop chasing and start becoming, that's when you step into your true power
    A woman is most powerful when she stops chasing love and starts embodying it. True power doesn't come from seeking external validation, but from awakening the love already within her. A woman who chooses to embody love-no matter the circumstances- becomes a force of nature. She is magnetic, not because of her appearance, but because of the light that radiates from her soul. It's a glow that can't be dimmed, a presence that can't be ignored. Divinity itself sees her, and the world feels it. When you stop chasing and start becoming, that's when you step into your true power. A woman is most powerful when she stops chasing love and starts embodying it. True power doesn't come from seeking external validation, but from awakening the love already within her. A woman who chooses to embody love-no matter the circumstances- becomes a force of nature. She is magnetic, not because of her appearance, but because of the light that radiates from her soul. It's a glow that can't be dimmed, a presence that can't be ignored. Divinity itself sees her, and the world feels it. When you stop chasing and start becoming, that's when you step into your true power
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  • PUNCH Newspaper

    *The unseen crisis facing Nigerian men (moment Otunba Kunle Akinyele collapsed)*

    *Message not just for Men alone, but for everyone*

    5th May 2025.

    Ganiyu Olowu


    *When Otunba Kunle Akinyele, a respected hotelier in Lagos, slumped and died at his wife’s 60th birthday thanksgiving, the nation gasped in disbelief. One moment, he was celebrating life and love; the next, he lay lifeless at the altar of joy*. The video is haunting — *a man gesturing, gasping, reaching for help in a sacred space, surrounded by those he loved but alone in his final battle.*

    This was not just a death. It was a metaphor of silent suffering, buried exhaustion, and what men have come to normalise in the name of strength.

    Akinyele’s case is not isolated. It is one of many chilling examples of how Nigerian men, particularly in their mid- to late years, are collapsing under the weight of responsibilities, unspoken pain, and undiagnosed illnesses.

    According to the World Health Organisation, men in sub-Saharan Africa, including Nigeria, are 2.4 times more likely to die prematurely from preventable causes than women. This alarming disparity is fuelled by cultural and behavioural factors: men are less likely to seek medical help, more likely to suppress emotional turmoil, and often glorify suffering in silence. In Nigeria, cardiovascular diseases, hypertension, and untreated mental health conditions are among the leading causes of sudden deaths in men.

    So This Happened (215) Reviews Death Of Lagos...

    In 2019, Pastor Taiwo Odukoya—admired for his strength and spiritual leadership—passed away quietly after years of enduring deep emotional losses and reportedly ongoing health complications. His resilience was legendary, but it masked what many now see as untreated grief, intense stress, and likely silent medical conditions.

    Then came the sudden death of veteran broadcaster Ayo Oduleye, better known as MC Loyo, who slumped while compering an event in Ibadan. His charm and humour lit up stages, but in the blink of an eye, the microphone fell silent. Just like that.

    Similarly, the passing of Mr Ibu (John Okafor) in early 2024, after months of battling illness, reminded the country of how many male entertainers struggle financially and physically behind the scenes, putting on a show while their bodies deteriorate.

    Masculinity, when warped, can become a silent weapon—not just against others, but against oneself.

    *ENDEAVOUR TO TAKE GOOD REST PLEASE*

    Globally, the story remains the same. In 2014, beloved comedian Robin Williams died by suicide, a victim of masked depression. And in 2022, cricket legend Shane Warne died suddenly of a heart attack, a casualty of silent coronary disease and an overstretched lifestyle.

    Yet while statistics shock and headlines haunt, the everyday grind of the average Nigerian man tells an even sadder tale.

    Take Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial capital—the city that never sleeps, and where many men now barely do. A significant number of working-class men reside on the mainland or in Ogun border towns like Mowe, Ikorodu, Sango Ota, or Ibafo but must commute to the Island for work—a journey that often begins by 4:00 a.m. and ends by 9:00 p.m. on return.

    This is no exaggeration. Studies from the Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority reveal that Lagosians spend an average of four to six hours daily in traffic—with many men doing these five to six times a week. That is over 1,400 hours a year lost in gridlock—time stolen from rest, from family, from reflection.

    For these men, the day begins before the rooster crows. They rush into overcrowded buses, endure fumes of frustration, only to return home when their children are already asleep. There is no room for hobbies, hardly any time for checkups, no outlet for pain. Sleep is a luxury. Rest is a myth. And joy is rationed, like fuel in a scarcity season.

    This modern man is constantly running on empty—physically present but emotionally absent, financially committed but spiritually depleted. And society applauds his hustle, without asking at what cost.

    The idiom says, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” but what if the crown is invisible, made not of gold but of expectations, bills, unspoken grief, and sacrificial silence?

    Men are praised for providing, for showing up, for being “rocks”. But even rocks erode—silently, slowly, and then all at once. The greatest tragedy is not that they die, but that they are dying unseen.

    Consider the tragic case of a 42 year old engineer in Port Harcourt who collapsed at his workstation after weeks of working overtime to meet project deadlines. His colleagues described him as “dedicated to a fault”, but his sudden death revealed the dangers of ignoring signs of burnout and hypertension.

    Another heartbreaking example is the story of a young entrepreneur in Enugu who passed away in his sleep after complaining of chest pains for weeks. Despite his family’s pleas, he refused to visit a doctor, citing his busy schedule and financial obligations. His autopsy later revealed undiagnosed cardiovascular disease—a silent killer that could have been managed with timely intervention.

    One unforgettable story is that of Samuel Okwaraji, the gifted footballer and patriot who gave everything to his country on the football pitch. In 1989, during a World Cup qualifier against Angola in Lagos, Okwaraji collapsed and tragically died of congestive heart failure at just 25 years old. His life, so full of promises, was cut short under the intense demands of national expectation. The harsh conditions of the game that day, combined with the immense physical and psychological pressures he faced, ultimately proved too much.

    These stories compel us to ask: What are we doing to ourselves in the name of strength? Why does the world celebrate silent suffering but frown upon seeking help?

    Dr Salawu Abiola, a psychiatrist at the Federal Neuro Psychiatric Hospital in Yaba, offers critical advice for men navigating these pressures. He emphasises the importance of prioritising rest, adequate sleep, and regular health checkups. “If you work and die today, someone will replace you at the workplace, but no one replaces you in the family,” he warns.

    Abiola advocates setting realistic goals, managing time effectively, and creating moments of joy and relaxation amid life’s challenges. He also highlights the need for men to engage in positive activities, such as exercise, hobbies, and socialising with supportive people, to release built-up tension and foster mental well-being.

    Check your vitals before you check your wallet. Monthly profit means nothing if your heart gives out unexpectedly. Your strength is not in how much you carry but in how well you manage your load. Therapy is not weakness. It is a repair. Just like a car needs servicing, your mind and soul need realignment.

    Build relationships where you are more than a provider—where you are allowed to cry, collapse, confess. A good name is better than riches, but good health is the foundation of both.

    As Chinua Achebe once said, “When the drumbeat changes, the dance must also change.” The drumbeat of life today is faster, louder, and less forgiving. Men must adjust their rhythm. Health is the new wealth. Silence is no longer golden; it is dangerous.

    *Ganiyu Olowu, a public affairs analyst, writes from Lagos*.



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    *MAY WE ALL LIVE LONG IN JESUS NAME*
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    #olufaderomi
    #grace
    PUNCH Newspaper *The unseen crisis facing Nigerian men (moment Otunba Kunle Akinyele collapsed)* *Message not just for Men alone, but for everyone* 5th May 2025. Ganiyu Olowu *When Otunba Kunle Akinyele, a respected hotelier in Lagos, slumped and died at his wife’s 60th birthday thanksgiving, the nation gasped in disbelief. One moment, he was celebrating life and love; the next, he lay lifeless at the altar of joy*. The video is haunting — *a man gesturing, gasping, reaching for help in a sacred space, surrounded by those he loved but alone in his final battle.* This was not just a death. It was a metaphor of silent suffering, buried exhaustion, and what men have come to normalise in the name of strength. Akinyele’s case is not isolated. It is one of many chilling examples of how Nigerian men, particularly in their mid- to late years, are collapsing under the weight of responsibilities, unspoken pain, and undiagnosed illnesses. According to the World Health Organisation, men in sub-Saharan Africa, including Nigeria, are 2.4 times more likely to die prematurely from preventable causes than women. This alarming disparity is fuelled by cultural and behavioural factors: men are less likely to seek medical help, more likely to suppress emotional turmoil, and often glorify suffering in silence. In Nigeria, cardiovascular diseases, hypertension, and untreated mental health conditions are among the leading causes of sudden deaths in men. So This Happened (215) Reviews Death Of Lagos... In 2019, Pastor Taiwo Odukoya—admired for his strength and spiritual leadership—passed away quietly after years of enduring deep emotional losses and reportedly ongoing health complications. His resilience was legendary, but it masked what many now see as untreated grief, intense stress, and likely silent medical conditions. Then came the sudden death of veteran broadcaster Ayo Oduleye, better known as MC Loyo, who slumped while compering an event in Ibadan. His charm and humour lit up stages, but in the blink of an eye, the microphone fell silent. Just like that. Similarly, the passing of Mr Ibu (John Okafor) in early 2024, after months of battling illness, reminded the country of how many male entertainers struggle financially and physically behind the scenes, putting on a show while their bodies deteriorate. Masculinity, when warped, can become a silent weapon—not just against others, but against oneself. *ENDEAVOUR TO TAKE GOOD REST PLEASE* Globally, the story remains the same. In 2014, beloved comedian Robin Williams died by suicide, a victim of masked depression. And in 2022, cricket legend Shane Warne died suddenly of a heart attack, a casualty of silent coronary disease and an overstretched lifestyle. Yet while statistics shock and headlines haunt, the everyday grind of the average Nigerian man tells an even sadder tale. Take Lagos, Nigeria’s commercial capital—the city that never sleeps, and where many men now barely do. A significant number of working-class men reside on the mainland or in Ogun border towns like Mowe, Ikorodu, Sango Ota, or Ibafo but must commute to the Island for work—a journey that often begins by 4:00 a.m. and ends by 9:00 p.m. on return. This is no exaggeration. Studies from the Lagos Metropolitan Area Transport Authority reveal that Lagosians spend an average of four to six hours daily in traffic—with many men doing these five to six times a week. That is over 1,400 hours a year lost in gridlock—time stolen from rest, from family, from reflection. For these men, the day begins before the rooster crows. They rush into overcrowded buses, endure fumes of frustration, only to return home when their children are already asleep. There is no room for hobbies, hardly any time for checkups, no outlet for pain. Sleep is a luxury. Rest is a myth. And joy is rationed, like fuel in a scarcity season. This modern man is constantly running on empty—physically present but emotionally absent, financially committed but spiritually depleted. And society applauds his hustle, without asking at what cost. The idiom says, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” but what if the crown is invisible, made not of gold but of expectations, bills, unspoken grief, and sacrificial silence? Men are praised for providing, for showing up, for being “rocks”. But even rocks erode—silently, slowly, and then all at once. The greatest tragedy is not that they die, but that they are dying unseen. Consider the tragic case of a 42 year old engineer in Port Harcourt who collapsed at his workstation after weeks of working overtime to meet project deadlines. His colleagues described him as “dedicated to a fault”, but his sudden death revealed the dangers of ignoring signs of burnout and hypertension. Another heartbreaking example is the story of a young entrepreneur in Enugu who passed away in his sleep after complaining of chest pains for weeks. Despite his family’s pleas, he refused to visit a doctor, citing his busy schedule and financial obligations. His autopsy later revealed undiagnosed cardiovascular disease—a silent killer that could have been managed with timely intervention. One unforgettable story is that of Samuel Okwaraji, the gifted footballer and patriot who gave everything to his country on the football pitch. In 1989, during a World Cup qualifier against Angola in Lagos, Okwaraji collapsed and tragically died of congestive heart failure at just 25 years old. His life, so full of promises, was cut short under the intense demands of national expectation. The harsh conditions of the game that day, combined with the immense physical and psychological pressures he faced, ultimately proved too much. These stories compel us to ask: What are we doing to ourselves in the name of strength? Why does the world celebrate silent suffering but frown upon seeking help? Dr Salawu Abiola, a psychiatrist at the Federal Neuro Psychiatric Hospital in Yaba, offers critical advice for men navigating these pressures. He emphasises the importance of prioritising rest, adequate sleep, and regular health checkups. “If you work and die today, someone will replace you at the workplace, but no one replaces you in the family,” he warns. Abiola advocates setting realistic goals, managing time effectively, and creating moments of joy and relaxation amid life’s challenges. He also highlights the need for men to engage in positive activities, such as exercise, hobbies, and socialising with supportive people, to release built-up tension and foster mental well-being. Check your vitals before you check your wallet. Monthly profit means nothing if your heart gives out unexpectedly. Your strength is not in how much you carry but in how well you manage your load. Therapy is not weakness. It is a repair. Just like a car needs servicing, your mind and soul need realignment. Build relationships where you are more than a provider—where you are allowed to cry, collapse, confess. A good name is better than riches, but good health is the foundation of both. As Chinua Achebe once said, “When the drumbeat changes, the dance must also change.” The drumbeat of life today is faster, louder, and less forgiving. Men must adjust their rhythm. Health is the new wealth. Silence is no longer golden; it is dangerous. *Ganiyu Olowu, a public affairs analyst, writes from Lagos*. punchng.com ©️ 1971- 2025 Punch Nigeria Limited *MAY WE ALL LIVE LONG IN JESUS NAME* 🙏 CULLED #olufaderomi #grace
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  • A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment

    Episode 1

    The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village.

    As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear.
    “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed.
    He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls.

    He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—”
    She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture.

    A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him.
    “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!”

    He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life.

    By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless.

    But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again.

    #worldwide
    #africanfolktales
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment Episode 1 The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village. As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear. “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed. He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls. He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—” She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture. A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him. “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!” He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life. By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless. But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again. #worldwide #africanfolktales #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • Adaptation is a life skill everyone should have, and the earlier you embrace technological growth, innovations and transitions the better for you.

    NOW READ THIS,

    Adapting to the Use of AI: Embracing the Future with Awareness and Agility

    Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer just a futuristic concept; it’s a powerful tool transforming how we live, work, and interact daily. From chatbots and smart assistants to automated business processes and data-driven decision-making, AI is becoming deeply integrated into nearly every industry.

    Adapting to the use of AI requires a mindset shift. It’s not about competing with machines but about learning how to work alongside them. Individuals must develop digital literacy, understand the basics of AI tools, and be open to continuous learning. Soft skills like creativity, critical thinking, and emotional intelligence also become more valuable, as these remain uniquely human strengths.

    For businesses, adapting means rethinking operations, retraining staff, and exploring how AI can enhance productivity without sacrificing ethics or job quality. Responsible use of AI also involves understanding bias, privacy, and the importance of transparency in automated decisions.

    Ultimately, adapting to AI is about staying curious, flexible, and proactive. Those who embrace change and learn to use AI as a partner will find themselves better prepared for the opportunities and challenges of the future.

    #grace #LilyWealth
    Adaptation is a life skill everyone should have, and the earlier you embrace technological growth, innovations and transitions the better for you. NOW READ THIS, Adapting to the Use of AI: Embracing the Future with Awareness and Agility Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer just a futuristic concept; it’s a powerful tool transforming how we live, work, and interact daily. From chatbots and smart assistants to automated business processes and data-driven decision-making, AI is becoming deeply integrated into nearly every industry. Adapting to the use of AI requires a mindset shift. It’s not about competing with machines but about learning how to work alongside them. Individuals must develop digital literacy, understand the basics of AI tools, and be open to continuous learning. Soft skills like creativity, critical thinking, and emotional intelligence also become more valuable, as these remain uniquely human strengths. For businesses, adapting means rethinking operations, retraining staff, and exploring how AI can enhance productivity without sacrificing ethics or job quality. Responsible use of AI also involves understanding bias, privacy, and the importance of transparency in automated decisions. Ultimately, adapting to AI is about staying curious, flexible, and proactive. Those who embrace change and learn to use AI as a partner will find themselves better prepared for the opportunities and challenges of the future. #grace #LilyWealth
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  • If you're not proud to put your name on it, keep refining. #passion #aduloju70
    If you're not proud to put your name on it, keep refining. 🖋️ #passion #aduloju70
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  • Another day to remind you that we make beautiful cakes, food Trays, finger foods, Pastries, etc

    Get our mini food tray for 35k
    Tray of chops 15k
    Plate of chops from 2300(depends on the content) MOQ 5plates
    Bento cakes 10k
    Cakes from 15k
    Meaty Meat pies 1500 (Bulk order) biggest cutter
    Soups.
    Stew
    Rice etc

    08064925981
    Location: Rumuokoro Port Harcourt

    #GsTasty
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    Another day to remind you that we make beautiful cakes, food Trays, finger foods, Pastries, etc Get our mini food tray for 35k Tray of chops 15k Plate of chops from 2300(depends on the content) MOQ 5plates Bento cakes 10k Cakes from 15k Meaty Meat pies 1500 (Bulk order) biggest cutter Soups. Stew Rice etc 08064925981 Location: Rumuokoro Port Harcourt #GsTasty #Happiness #Nakupenda
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  • TEAM - Together Everyone Achieves More.
    #Happiness @Ini
    TEAM - Together Everyone Achieves More. #Happiness @Ini
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  • The Future of Connections

    There was a time when happiness was simply knowing our neighbors, laughing as we played together and gathering around shared meals.

    Then came social media, and for a moment, we believed it would bring us closer, reconnect us with the ones we had lost.

    But somewhere along the way, we drifted apart, lost in a sea of endless comparisons, measuring our worth against others.

    What if we could find our way back?
    What if we could create a world where love leads again, where unity is not just a word, but a way of life?

    Imagine Nakupenda — the social media of the future, where hearts connect, and no one is left behind.

    #Nakupenda #Happiness #Ini
    The Future of Connections There was a time when happiness was simply knowing our neighbors, laughing as we played together and gathering around shared meals. Then came social media, and for a moment, we believed it would bring us closer, reconnect us with the ones we had lost. But somewhere along the way, we drifted apart, lost in a sea of endless comparisons, measuring our worth against others. What if we could find our way back? What if we could create a world where love leads again, where unity is not just a word, but a way of life? Imagine Nakupenda — the social media of the future, where hearts connect, and no one is left behind. #Nakupenda #Happiness #Ini
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  • If you forget your old friends because of your new position, you will definitely make new friends that will forget you after the position....Be wise..
    #Justalittleadvice #Subewo2015
    If you forget your old friends because of your new position, you will definitely make new friends that will forget you after the position....Be wise.. #Justalittleadvice #Subewo2015
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  • MINISTRY will TEST you before

    You TASTE ministry..

    #knowledge
    #De_NextVerYou
    #Utom58
    MINISTRY will TEST you before You TASTE ministry.. #knowledge #De_NextVerYou #Utom58
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  • Be Patient
    *DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!*

    *A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.*

    *The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.*

    *During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.*

    *This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.*

    *He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.*

    *He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.*

    *When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.*

    *Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.*

    *His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.*

    *People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.*

    *Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.*

    *Friends, I know waiting ****** is not an easy ******. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.*

    *Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'*

    *At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'*

    *Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!*

    *HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.*

    *Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.*

    *If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting ****** is not a wasted ******!*

    *As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.*

    *THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD*

    *Therefore:*

    *Don't Drag The Tray!*
    DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.
    Be Patient *DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!* *A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.* *The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.* *During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.* *This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.* *He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.* *He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.* *When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.* *Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.* *His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.* *People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.* *Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.* *Friends, I know waiting period is not an easy period. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.* *Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'* *At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'* *Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!* *HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.* *Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.* *If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting period is not a wasted period!* *As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.* *THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD* *Therefore:* *Don't Drag The Tray!* DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.
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