• Just believe. Anything is possible. #Uchman #grace
    Just believe. Anything is possible. #Uchman #grace
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  • HOW MY CHILDREN DESTROYED MY MARRIAGE

    I am a medical doctor while my husband is a software developer. We both had good jobs until when the crises in NW and SW started and my husband lost his job and getting another well paid job became difficult, we both decided that I should travel to Canada for a job I got around that time and when I am stabilised, he would join me with the children. We are blessed with 2girls. We continued with our lives.

    December 2018, I decided to come to Cameroon for the festivities and to celebrate or 20th wedding anniversary. When I arrived, I noticed a tensed atmosphere between my daughters and their father. I thought it was the teenager – parent’s issue, so I ignored it. But when I noticed that my daughters would sometimes be rude to their father, I demanded to know what was going on. This became a matter of concern because, my daughters used to adore their father. I tried several times to get my daughters to speak with me but all they had to say was for me to talk to my husband. I had to ask my husband what was going on. He told me it was nothing he could not handle and that our daughters were keeping bad company in school and because of this, he decided to disallow them from going out and attending parties. He drops them in school and created time to pick them from school.

    I was happy as such strong hand is needed for teenage girls. I then ignored their attitude. Few days to when I was to travel back to Canada. I called my daughters to speak with them. After a long talk, they told me that daddy did not want them to go out because he was having sex with both of them. When my husband came back from the office, I confronted him and they repeated what they told me in his presence. My husband denied vehemently but the girls insisted that it was happening.

    I was confused and I sought the counsel of our pastor and his parents. They called our daughters and they said the same thing. I didn’t know who to believe. My husband kept begging me to believe him but I just was not ready to listen because I could not see reason why our children would lie about such. I made arrangement and took my children back to Canada with me despite the loans I had to take, for the extra costs.

    While I filed for divorce. I raised my children alone for about 3years. Then I heard the news that my now ex husband was getting married to someone else. I mentioned it to the girls and expressed how sad I was that a man that would do that to his daughters went scotfree because there is no evidence to push a case. I bursted out crying while apologizing to my girls about what he put them through. It was there that they confessed that their father did not touch them. That they lied because their father did not give them the freedom to do what they wanted and they wanted to leave Cameroon.

    My world shattered. where do I start from? How do I beg my husband? What do I say? Probably, I should have trusted my husband, but I was just trying to be a good mother. I lost a good man. How do I get him to forgive his children and I ? Can I still save my home ?

    Please help me.
    The children are so so Evil
    #Emacraft
    #Team 4
    HOW MY CHILDREN DESTROYED MY MARRIAGE 😭😭😭😭 I am a medical doctor while my husband is a software developer. We both had good jobs until when the crises in NW and SW started and my husband lost his job and getting another well paid job became difficult, we both decided that I should travel to Canada for a job I got around that time and when I am stabilised, he would join me with the children. We are blessed with 2girls. We continued with our lives. December 2018, I decided to come to Cameroon for the festivities and to celebrate or 20th wedding anniversary. When I arrived, I noticed a tensed atmosphere between my daughters and their father. I thought it was the teenager – parent’s issue, so I ignored it. But when I noticed that my daughters would sometimes be rude to their father, I demanded to know what was going on. This became a matter of concern because, my daughters used to adore their father. I tried several times to get my daughters to speak with me but all they had to say was for me to talk to my husband. I had to ask my husband what was going on. He told me it was nothing he could not handle and that our daughters were keeping bad company in school and because of this, he decided to disallow them from going out and attending parties. He drops them in school and created time to pick them from school. I was happy as such strong hand is needed for teenage girls. I then ignored their attitude. Few days to when I was to travel back to Canada. I called my daughters to speak with them. After a long talk, they told me that daddy did not want them to go out because he was having sex with both of them. When my husband came back from the office, I confronted him and they repeated what they told me in his presence. My husband denied vehemently but the girls insisted that it was happening. I was confused and I sought the counsel of our pastor and his parents. They called our daughters and they said the same thing. I didn’t know who to believe. My husband kept begging me to believe him but I just was not ready to listen because I could not see reason why our children would lie about such. I made arrangement and took my children back to Canada with me despite the loans I had to take, for the extra costs. While I filed for divorce. I raised my children alone for about 3years. Then I heard the news that my now ex husband was getting married to someone else. I mentioned it to the girls and expressed how sad I was that a man that would do that to his daughters went scotfree because there is no evidence to push a case. I bursted out crying while apologizing to my girls about what he put them through. It was there that they confessed that their father did not touch them. That they lied because their father did not give them the freedom to do what they wanted and they wanted to leave Cameroon. My world shattered. where do I start from? How do I beg my husband? What do I say? Probably, I should have trusted my husband, but I was just trying to be a good mother. I lost a good man. How do I get him to forgive his children and I ? Can I still save my home ? Please help me. The children are so so Evil 😭 #Emacraft #Team 4
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  • 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
    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
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  • Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate

    Zayd had always been a wanderer.

    Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles.

    He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words.

    But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate.

    It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within.

    On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood.

    “The fire remembers the lost.”

    When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching.

    “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?”

    Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows.

    Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed.

    Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun.

    He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless.

    He had been chosen.

    #Not by destiny.
    #Not by prophecy.
    #But by the forgotten.
    #Zayd
    #nakupenda
    #nakupenda
    Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate Zayd had always been a wanderer. Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles. He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words. But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate. It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within. On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood. “The fire remembers the lost.” When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching. “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?” Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows. Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed. Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun. He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless. He had been chosen. #Not by destiny. #Not by prophecy. #But by the forgotten. #Zayd #nakupenda #nakupenda
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  • This is deep. Honestly, no one deserves to be kept in the dark like that, especially in marriage. Trust is the backbone of any relationship, and once it’s broken, everything feels shaky. The man gave his all thinking they were building together, only to realize he was walking alone. It hurts. I just pray they both find healing, because carrying that kind of pain daily can break anyone.
    This is deep. Honestly, no one deserves to be kept in the dark like that, especially in marriage. Trust is the backbone of any relationship, and once it’s broken, everything feels shaky. The man gave his all thinking they were building together, only to realize he was walking alone. It hurts. I just pray they both find healing, because carrying that kind of pain daily can break anyone.
    My Wife’s Salary Was a Mystery Until I discovered How Much She’s Truly Worth. In 2021 she told me her salary was 9500/- and then two years later, when she got promoted, I asked about her salary and she said, “Oh these people, don’t mind them. They added only 1500/- to my old salary" Because of her meager salary, I’ve taken up so many responsibilities in the house without complaint. I pay for utilities and pay for food. I pay the fees of our two kids, clothe them, and take care of their medical bills. When my wife sends me a grocery list, she adds sanitary pads. She buys dresses and clothes, comes to show them to me, and asks me to pay for them. She started talking about a car when our second child came in. Things weren’t good on my side so I asked her to give me some time. She said, “I’ve saved something. I can add it to what you have so you pay me when your money comes.”
    .
    I agreed and took that money from her, topped it up to get her a car. For three months my ears never had rest. She would wake up at dawn and ask me to pay what I owed her. I got tired and paid the money when I didn’t have much in my account.
    .
    One evening, I turned my laptop on and saw a lot of emails. I checked and it was my wife’s email that had been opened. I asked her, “Did you use my laptop?” She answered, “Yeah I was checking something.” I told her, “Then you didn’t log out.” She answered, “I forgot. Please log out for me.”
    I was about to log out when something caught my attention. I saw a mail with the subject, “January Payslip.” I opened and started going through. When I saw her gross salary, I was shocked. 74,734/-.
    And this girl has been crying poverty?
    .
    I went through the details. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was angry. I felt let down. I felt cheated. I felt played. We’ve been married for six good years and my wife earned that much without my knowledge? How much she earned didn’t bother me a lot than what she was using that money for. I decided not to talk immediately but rather do a little bit of investigation.
    .
    All my life I’ve held the view that it wasn’t right for anyone to go through their partner’s phone. It’s an invasion of privacy and it breeds mistrust in the relationship but that night, going through her phone was the only way to find out what I was looking for.
    I started with her best friend. Nothing much was found. Her family had a Whatsapp group. I read the messages there. I got few hints. I went through the chat with her father and that was when I realized my wife had bought a piece of land and had started building. Her father was in charge of the project. He had sent photos of the various stages of the building. At some point, her father said, “Thank you for helping out your brother. He would have been home had it not been you.”
    .
    She has only one brother, her senior brother. I went to look for the chat between them. Her senior brother lost his job and was home doing nothing so my wife bought him a car to use for Uber. Every week, her brother rendered an account and they split the money. From all indications, my wife was doing well for herself while she plays poor so she could rely on my salary. Why would she do that? I thought I was being a supportive husband so my wife could be proud of the man she married. When we bought land, it was her name and my name that appeared on the land title. That car I bought for her with a loan from her bears her name. I didn’t mind. I believed what’s hers was also mine.
    .
    The next morning she realized I wasn’t looking well. I was boiling on the inside but looking for a good opportunity to start the conversation. When I calmed down a little, I asked her, “So why would you do that to me?”
    She asked, “What have I done?”
    I answered, “You bought land, you never told me. You started building on it, you never told me. When are you going to tell me?”
    She was shocked.
    She asked, “Who told you all that?”
    I said, “Your father did.” She stood quiet for a while.
    She asked, “Why would my father tell you all that? What were you people talking about”
    I said, “I don’t know. You can ask him.”
    .
    We left it there. Some minutes later she came to me with her phone: “My father wants to talk to you.” The phone was already on a loudspeaker. His father was clearly angry.
    He asked, almost shouting, “You said I told you my daughter has a building, Where did I say that and when?”
    I asked, “Is it not true that my wife has a building project going on that you’re supervising?”
    He asked me, “I told you that?”
    I asked, “Is it true or not?” After the back and forth I told them, “I read your messages last night. I saw the pictures. I read the various budget you had sent to my wife. I read the confirmation of the money receipts that you sent her. You’re a man. Would you be happy if your wife does this to you?”
    He started fumbling. He started apologizing saying he thought I was aware....
    .
    My wife stood there motionless, didn’t know what to say. When her father hung up, I told her everything I knew, from her salary to the car she bought for her brother. I said, “Yet, even your sanitary pad, I buy them. You think I’m a fool? You’ll use your money to acquire your own properties and live on mine because you’re my wife? I hear. We’ll see.”
    .
    Trust was lost. Love was broken. We had to find a new way of living our lives going forward. Her father called me every morning and evening apologizing for everything and sometimes taking up the blame so I didn’t have to blame his daughter.
    I told him, “The emotional state I’m in right now, it would be hard to think straight or think forgiveness. Just give me space.”
    Three days later, they were in our house. The father, the mother, and the senior brother. They came to apologize.
    “Don’t let this break up the beautiful marriage you both have. If nothing at all, consider the kids and be lenient in your judgment.”
    .
    I listened to them. My position was still the same. “I need time to clear my mind. Just leave me alone to think.”
    From last month to this moment that I’m writing this, my wife had changed totally. She doesn’t ask for money but the house is being run smoothly. She has started paying for things she never paid for but that doesn’t move me. She has taught me a very great lesson and I’m taking it seriously. That in everything, I have to look out for myself and my family first.
    Last she told me, “If you want us to change the names on those properties, we can do so.”
    Guess whose name is on the property…her father’s name.”
    .
    I told her, “You don’t need to change anything. They are yours. You suffered for them so you can decide what you want to do with them.”
    The land I bought has our names. I’m selling it and take my money back. The car she’s driving has her name. I put a for-sale sticker on it some weeks ago. She agreed she’ll pay for the car. I’ve given her two months to pay up or I sell it and take my money. She’s getting the message and I’m glad. Each one for himself, God for us all. She keeps asking if I’m going to leave her. I keep telling her I won’t but if she wants a divorce, I will gladly give her. I’m not going to leave the marriage. I would give us some time to heal and see what may happen but when it comes to money, I’ve taken the lesson she taught me through her actions...

    #copied
    #Discipline
    #beopentoyourcouple
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  • You see this beauty right here?
    Yes this lovely cake was made to celebrate my sweet mother

    Her birthday was April but she said she will love the cake to be made when work resumes so she can celebrate with her colleagues

    We made this and Yesterday she did just that
    Snapped the cake at night

    I do love everything about this cake and to think it has my favourite colour too

    You like what you see? DM for shikini money

    Your humble Port Harcourt Baker
    You see this beauty right here? Yes this lovely cake was made to celebrate my sweet mother Her birthday was April but she said she will love the cake to be made when work resumes so she can celebrate with her colleagues We made this and Yesterday she did just that Snapped the cake at night I do love everything about this cake and to think it has my favourite colour too 😁 You like what you see? DM for shikini money 😁😋 Your humble Port Harcourt Baker
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  • #SpreadTheLove #waskydone

    Indeed let's just spread the love
    #SpreadTheLove #waskydone Indeed let's just spread the love
    Make love no dey only for Valentine oo!,
    Every day na better day to show person say you care.
    Try am today.

    #SpreadTheLove
    #PeaceOfMind
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  • Look who just leveled up—me! Still the main character, still stealing the spotlight, and still aging like fine jollof rice (spicy, irresistible, and a little chaotic). Today’s all about me: cake first, adulting later. I’m accepting gifts, compliments, and bank alerts all day—don’t be shy!
    Just say a word of prayer for me.
    Look who just leveled up—me! Still the main character, still stealing the spotlight, and still aging like fine jollof rice (spicy, irresistible, and a little chaotic). Today’s all about me: cake first, adulting later. I’m accepting gifts, compliments, and bank alerts all day—don’t be shy! Just say a word of prayer for me.
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  • #ATTENDENT
    #GODSUNSHINE13
    #FAVOUR

    KNOWING WHERE YOU WANT TO GO

    STARTS WITH A SMART MIND

    HOW ACTIVE IS YOUR I.Q

    100%

    90%

    80%

    70%

    50%

    40%

    30%


    MAKE YOURSELF A PROJECT IT' DOESN'T JUST END IT JUST LEARNING.

    RECREATE
    RENEW
    RESOLVE


    AND BE A TOTAL SOLUTION THAT PEOPLE WOULDN'T WANT TO TAKE THEIR EYES OFF YOU


    MAKE IT A GOAL

    #ATTENDENT #GODSUNSHINE13 #FAVOUR KNOWING WHERE YOU WANT TO GO STARTS WITH A SMART MIND HOW ACTIVE IS YOUR I.Q 100% 90% 80% 70% 50% 40% 30% MAKE YOURSELF A PROJECT IT' DOESN'T JUST END IT JUST LEARNING. RECREATE RENEW RESOLVE AND BE A TOTAL SOLUTION THAT PEOPLE WOULDN'T WANT TO TAKE THEIR EYES OFF YOU MAKE IT A GOAL 🏆🏆🏆
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  • 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
    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
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  • Breakfast is served !
    Who's coming to join me,you won't taste it,your work is just to be fanning me
    Breakfast is served ! Who's coming to join me,you won't taste it,your work is just to be fanning me
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  • I just saw a video were the supposed rich man is not as rich as the person he wants to impress, I come again with my opinion, the plan is not to impress anybody.

    Who you want impress fit guide pass you, be guided

    #focus
    I just saw a video were the supposed rich man is not as rich as the person he wants to impress, I come again with my opinion, the plan is not to impress anybody. Who you want impress fit guide pass you, be guided #focus
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