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™ 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

When Jesus is in the boat I can smile at the storm. #SpreadTheLove #Esther_Ekpezz

A smile is the most beautiful thing you can wear. No matter how fancy your outfit is, it’s your smile that truly completes your look. It adds warmth, confidence, and a touch of joy that no designer label can offer. #Happiness

Curve a smile on someone's face 😊 #passion #trending

My girlfriend invited me to her house today, we have been dating for a while now but I have never for ones visited her. But of course, she has visited me ones in a while, Today I decided to visit her. When I reached the address she told me. I saw my woman dress in shots, she came to pick me up from the gate where the uber dropped me. Is your parents home? I asked her immediately I came down from the uber and we headed to the house. Ndolo They ain't home yet, but they will come back later. Make your self comfortable. She said immediately we entered the house. Such a nice house I said. she smiled at me and went to the kitchen. Minutes later she brought a plate of spaghetti for me. My girl sure knows how to spoil me with food. Ndolo As a gentleman I started eating the spaghetti, very delicious. My girlfriend had already gone back inside the room to get water for me. But as I was eating the spaghetti, my phone rang, and it was my girlfriend calling. Hello Ayo where are you? I have been waiting for you by the gate since. My girlfriend said. What do you mean waiting for me? I'm at your house, and you just served me food. Stop this joke ejoor. I said. Which house? She asked. House 30P. I said. 30P? I said 30B. she said, then who served me food here now? I asked. Ayo did you say 30P? please start coming out of that house now, nobody has lived in that house for the past 15years, it is believed that house 30P is the house of Ghost. She said over the phone. I was still struggling to eat the spaghetti In my mouth. House of what? I said. I can't hear you babe. My girlfriend said Colyfrank Just then Every door in the house began locking by itself and I could here the sound of each lock. " In this house it either you play our game correctly or you d!e". A deep voice said. Just then I knew It was finished; deep cold entered my body, and i found it difficult to swallow the spaghetti in my mouth. #Discipline

She was just a cleaner trying to get to work. One splash of mud changed all her life! The rich woman behind the wheel had no idea – someone powerful was watching...😲😲😲 The city woke in silence, cloaked in early mist and leftover rain. Streetlights blinked against the morning haze, and the air still carried the chill of night. Along Crownville Avenue, a young woman moved with quiet purpose. She wasn’t in a rush, but her pace was steady—like someone used to walking the long road. Her uniform was clean, her shoes worn from use. A small bag hung from her shoulder, packed with her breakfast and cleaning gloves. No makeup, no umbrella, no shield from what life might bring that day. At the next corner, a sleek white SUV waited for the light. Its engine hummed with soft power. Inside sat a well-dressed woman in large sunglasses, sipping something green from a straw and scrolling her phone. And then— A splash. A sharp burst of water from a puddle. And the young woman stopped, soaked from head to toe. There was no time to react. The SUV rolled past, slowing just enough for a voice to call out from the window—cheerful, distant, maybe even amused. Then it sped off, disappearing into the traffic like nothing had happened. She stood still for a moment. No screams. No anger. She just adjusted her bag, blinked a few times, and kept walking. But someone else saw. From across the street, a dark sedan sat quietly. Behind its tinted windows, a man watched the entire moment unfold. His eyes followed the woman, then shifted to the SUV fading into the distance. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. But his fingers tapped the steering wheel once—then again. He picked up his phone. “Can you find out who she is?” he asked, voice calm but firm. “The girl who just got splashed.” A short pause. “Yes, sir,” came the reply. The line clicked off. The young woman never looked back. She didn’t know anyone had noticed. She didn’t know her morning had been quietly recorded in someone else’s mind—and that her quiet resilience had just shifted something unexpected. Because sometimes, the smallest moments leave the biggest impressions. And not all acts of kindness are random. Sometimes, someone sees more than we think. And sometimes, it all begins with a splash..... #DISCIPLINE #NAKUPENDA

"The Bench by the Lake" Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared. Years ago, it was where she met Thomas. He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them. One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full. Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday. She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight. Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met. #knowledge #stella

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

Never underestimate the ability to try. Even the smallest steps can lead you to incredibly big things. GOOD MORNING *(PLEASE STAY SAFE)* #softsmile #passion

Good night Nakupenda family,close your eyes while sleeping 😴 #Favour #ForTUNate #Nakupenda #Smile

Nothing you wear is more important than your smile, so always remember to smile. #AWESOMEGOD #FEELINGHAPPY #NAKUPENDA

*After checking my heart & pulse,* *The doctor smiled and said:* *Go sit and enjoy with your classmates and old friends,* *They are the cure for all your ailments and worries...* *Stay in touch with your friends...* *Because they are such healers,* *Who can cure you with their sweet and abusive talks..* *They don't make you feel your age,* *These classmates and old friends...* *They never let you get old and are always by your side to walk...* *Children will ask for WILL,* *Relatives will ask for BILL,* *Only your classmates and old friends,* *Under whatever circumstances,* *Will ask you to #JUST CHILL"...* #discipline #nakupenda