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#ATTEDENT #GODSUNSHINE13 #FAVOUR NEVER BE AFRAID TO FACE YOUR JOURNEY DON'T ASK QUESTIONS JUST KEEP TRUSTING

#GODSUNSHINE13 #FAVOUR To help you achieve your goals, I'll provide a simple framework. Please feel free to modify it according to your needs. Today's Goal 1. *Specific goal*: Clearly define what you want to achieve today. 2. *Measurable outcome*: Quantify your goal to track progress. 3. *Achievable target*: Ensure your goal is realistic and attainable. Action Plan 1. *Break down the goal*: Divide the goal into smaller, manageable tasks. 2. *Prioritize tasks*: Focus on the most important tasks first. 3. *Create a schedule*: Allocate time for each task and set deadlines. Staying Focused 1. *Minimize distractions*: Eliminate or reduce distractions during work hours. 2. *Take breaks*: Take regular breaks to recharge and stay focused. 3. *Stay motivated*: Remind yourself of the goal and celebrate small wins. Review and Adjust 1. *Track progress*: Monitor your progress throughout the day. 2. *Adjust the plan*: Make adjustments as needed to stay on track. 3. *Celebrate success*: Acknowledge and celebrate your achievements at the end of the day. What's your specific goal for today? LET YOUR MIND BE BRAVE TO SAY I SPEAK POSITIVE THOUGHTS IN TODAY'S GOALS #FAVOUR #GODSUNSHINE13 #TEAM C

Have you seen those posts? Where someone abuses another person's tribe, or threatening to k*ll or hurt people? And you see millions of people cursing him in the comments and speaking against his people too? Spending time and energy creating more hatred on social media? In Nakupenda, the community can unanimousely delete the post. 5k people just needs to choose the option of delete while reporting the post and the system will automatically take it off feeds. The owner can appeal though. And #Nakupenda service centers will review. We restore it, if not hate speech or permanently remove it if hate speech. What do you think?

Just believe. Anything is possible. #Uchman #grace

™ 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

The real beauty is within. Your physical appearance is just a plus. #Olufaderomi #Peejay #Attendance

What is worth doing, is not just worth doing well but also worth doing at the right time. #attendance #phemmy

How has the mighty fallen, there was a huge silence in the street of Madrid, but shouts of irrepresible joy in England as a whole last night. It made me begin to wonder, has football changed or is it just that the bunch of Madrid players where docile, I started wondering how the former wonder kid Jude Bellingham suddenly grew so cold that not even a shot on goal from him or is it that the team was built around a failed striker called Mpape. Will I say that the decline of Madrid started when Mpape joined that former wonder club. It makes begin to wonder why Fifa will over the years hyped a player like Mpape and rated him better than the Nigerian Wonder boy Victor Osimhen. Sometimes I wonder why Nigerian Wonder boys continue to suffer huge attacks anytime they start shining. Is it a ploy to dampen their relentless spirit or what. Anyway, kudos to Arsenal, they played to their game plan without distraction and it worked for them. #Team E.

Even among dishonest people, honesty is sought-after. Just for laughs - even if you dont understand the language, you can still understand whats going on: two policemen want to share their proceeds for the day.

I just got tipped.!!! Yaaayy. thanks alot this is quite encouraging [Makanaki] #nakupenda

Monetization is quietly killing social media. Not because people are earning—but because earning is now prioritized over thinking. We’ve entered an age where the algorithm rewards virality, not value. Loudness over wisdom. Hooks over healing. Trends over truth. And what does that do to original creators? We now have to contort. We’re forced to trim our depth, speed up our speech, mimic the trending tone, and collapse complex ideas into snackable, swipeable fluff just to be seen. It’s no longer “create from the heart.” It’s “create for the machine.” Creators with real originality—those who used to educate, inspire, disturb, enlighten—are now ghosting themselves just to survive the scroll. Because if we dare to slow down, teach deeper, or go against the algorithmic grain, we get buried. But here’s the deeper cost: We’re building entire followings off of dopamine, not depth. We’re gaining “likes” but losing legacy. And for those of us who started with truth in our bones, this slow dilution is a kind of spiritual erosion. But let this be a reminder: The algorithm might own the feed… But you own your voice. If you have to adapt, adapt wisely. But don’t trade your soul for reach. Don’t become a parody of your own power. Real originality still matters. Even if it doesn’t trend. #nakupenda #grateful #teamB #newweek #may2025

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