Hope you smiled 😊 today? #SpreadTheLove #PeaceOfMind

#Waskydone #Spreadthelove My father called and complained that rain removed our roof. So I sent some money to fix the problem. When I traveled home for the holidays, I noticed that the old roofing was still intact. I called daddy and enquired, he smiled and replied "when you were in school collecting money from us for photosynthesis, medulla oblongata, experiments, repair of broken atmosphere etc, you think we didn't know? Now it's our turn. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Good morning, fam! Start your day with a kind word, a smile, or a prayer for someone. Love is powerful, use it. #SpreadTheLove #TeamB #PeaceOfMind

Comparison is a waste of energy. Every individual is unique with specific talents. Find your passion and live your best life. Be happy with yourself and find satisfaction in your work. Your journey is yours alone. Keep going and with the help of the Almighty, you'll get there. GOOD MORNING *(PLEASE STAY SAFE)* #Softsmile #Attendance #Passion

#SpreadTheLove #Waskydone #TeamB In every breath, a thought of you, A whisper soft, a sky so blue. You light the dark, you calm the storm, With just your smile, my heart is warm. Please just spread the love to someone this morning

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

Never trade your smile for money. A Good smile is medicine to the soul. #Favour #Choicy

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

#softsmile #passion

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

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

Tonight, my heart is full! I received a beautiful a tip and gift, and it made my day. I’m going to bed with a big smile and the peace that comes with feeling loved. Grateful for the little things that bring so much joy. Sleeping like a baby tonight! Goodnight, fam. #GratefulHeart #FeelingBlessed #SpreadTheLove on #NakupendaVibes #PeaceOfMind