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When everything keep breaking while you're trying hard to mend. Just give yourself a break and get back to it later. #Stephenjesse #Discipline #nakupenda

Don’t just build systems, build the Kingdom. 🙏 #passion #aduloju70 #attendance

Focus on what next and not failures. Just use the lessons from the failure to make the best out the future

#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...

Some time ago, I accompanied a friend to a conference at a hotel, where he was scheduled to meet someone. While waiting for him in the lobby area just outside one of the conference halls, I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone and minding my business. After a while, I noticed people going in and out of the hall beside me. Curiosity made me look up. A PhD defense was ongoing, I wasn’t really paying attention until I heard gentle clapping from inside the hall. Then came the turn of a middle-aged man, probably in his late 50s. He stood at the front with a soft, shaky demeanor. He spoke slowly, carefully picking his words. Every few sentences, he paused.. not for effect, but because he stuttered. Still, each time he managed to get through a point, the audience clapped.. not out of pity, but in admiration and respect. Toward the end, his voice broke. He asked everyone to kindly rise for a minute silence in honor of his wife, who had recently passed away. And in that moment of silence, he broke down in tears. What I learned afterward left me speechless. The man had only a diploma in Business Administration when he got married. His wife, a successful banker, pushed him to go back to school. She supported him through a BSc, then a master’s, and finally the PhD program he was now completing. But just months before he would earn the title “Doctor,” his wife lost her life to breast cancer. He was shattered. She had been his strength, his motivation, and his helper. She had even taken time off her busy banking schedule to help him share questionnaires during his research. Though she herself had only a master’s degree, she pushed her husband beyond that point, right up to the very top. Now here he was, defending his thesis without her beside him. That’s when I truly understood the kind of love that doesn’t compete, the kind of spouse who gives you wings to fly without fear of your success. Not everyone is lucky to have such a partner, one who celebrates your growth, fights for your dream like it’s theirs, and stands by you even when life tries to break you. #knowledge #Blessing

The thought that we are in April makes me very sad. The knowledge that tomorrow is 16th breaks my heart into pieces. Became a father at a tender age just because I lost my Dad..... How time flies #Paddylay

The art of Silence..... The skill of walking away..... These are the two best skills we need to master in life..... Many has lost their time, money and even their lives seeking for closure...... My dear, learning when to move on is a skill we need to develop or ask God for the ability to master it.... No explanation is needed.... Just walk away and keep walking... #freshbabe. #consistency #nakupenda

Keep watering your seeds. Just because you don’t see growth yet doesn’t mean it’s not happening. #Favour #Bisi28

Speed = Love. Optimize Your Images! Slow websites push visitors away. Want your users to feel the love? Compress your images! Here’s how: Use modern formats like WebP Resize images to match display size Tools like TinyPNG, ImageOptim, or built-in Next.js optimizations can help Lazy-load offscreen images with loading="lazy" Tip of the Day: A fast site isn't just good UX — it's good SEO too! #knowledge #WebDevSaturday #FrontendLove #WebsiteSpeedMatters #gbemiking

Practical Things Anyone Can Do To Push Poverty Out of Their Lives Poverty isn't just about a lack of money—it's often tied to a cycle of poor choices, limited knowledge, and deeply ingrained mindsets. But here's the truth: with the right strategies, information, and daily actions, anyone can rise above poverty and build a more stable, prosperous life. #PADDYLAY

™ So I usually give my neighbor's son, Jeremy, a lift to school whenever I am going to work. He knows I leave home by 7 so by 6:30 he is at my gate waiting for me to take him to school. He is always on time and never comes late. I felt the mother was helping him keep to time as well but I never asked. Me and her has never spoken or talked before. I rarely see her because she leaves home as early as 6 am and returns late at night. Something bothered me. Anytime I drop Jeremy at school, he says thank you, Dad embraces me and runs off. Haa! I felt it was strange. I wondered why he called me dad instead of Uncle. So I asked him one time while taking him to school. "How about your daddy?" "I don't know him. Mum says he is somewhere and she doesn't know where." "So why do you call me daddy when I drop you off in school." "Well because I see you as my daddy. In my school, everyone's dad drops them off at school. And you drop me off at school too." I smiled. I understood where the dad thing was coming from. On Friday, while driving him to school I noticed he was not happy. He was very quiet all through the ride. I asked him what the problem was and he told me. "Our school asked our parents to come for an important meeting on Monday. Mummy said she will not be able to come because she will be busy in Monday." "Is that why you are sad?" He nodded his head. "Everyone father and mother will come. My mother will not be there." I asked him to cheer up. On Monday morning, after I dropped him off at school. He came down and said bye Dad. I noticed he wasn't happy. I drove off and by 9am I decided to return to the school to attend the meeting. When his mates saw me, someone shouted. "Jeremy, see your daddy. He shouted and ran to embrace me." He held my hands and took me to where the meeting was being held. After the meeting, I left. He was very happy I showed up. I could see the pride in his face. This morning, I waited for Jeremy and didn't see him. I went to his house and was told he had gone to school. This is the first time in 2 months he is going without me. I am just worried. Really worried. My name is Eze chibuzo and I am the best at what I do. #Discipline #nakupenda

We often hear the phrase "everyone knows that," but what does it really mean? Common knowledge refers to facts and ideas that are widely accepted and understood by most people, without needing special research or explanation. Think of it as the kind of information you wouldn’t need to Google or footnote in an essay. For instance, we all know the Earth orbits the Sun, that water boils at 100°C, and that Shakespeare was a playwright. These are pieces of knowledge we encounter early and often, making them part of our collective understanding. But here's the catch: what’s “common” to one group may not be to another. Cultural, regional, and educational differences mean that what one person assumes as obvious might be brand new to someone else. That’s why it’s always worth thinking twice before assuming something is known to everyone. Whether you’re writing, teaching, or just having a conversation, knowing the boundaries of common knowledge can help you communicate more clearly—and more kindly. So next time you find yourself saying, “That’s just common sense,” ask: is it really #knowledge