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Tired.com,......
It's been a very busy weekend.....
But it was a good one because everyone is happy with their delivery and just pouring in thanks

Thank God for life #Grateful

Thank God is Friday

What do you think
Hot Sizzling Jollof Rice and Chicken this Easter
Abi you want Barbecue
Oya let's reason together
#TeamB

Happy Father's Day to all the amazing dads out there! Today, we celebrate every single one of you who guides, supports, protects, and loves your children unconditionally. Whether you're a biological father, a stepfather, an adoptive father, a guardian, or a father figure, your dedication and sacrifices don't go unnoticed. Thank you for everything you do to shape the next generation. We appreciate you!

Don't forget to say thank you Jesus before going to bed tonight.
#Ollufaderomi
#Peejay

Be Patient
*DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!*

*A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.*

*The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.*

*During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.*

*This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.*

*He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.*

*He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.*

*When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.*

*Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.*

*His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.*

*People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.*

*Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.*

*Friends, I know waiting ****** is not an easy ******. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.*

*Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'*

*At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'*

*Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!*

*HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.*

*Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.*

*If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting ****** is not a wasted ******!*

*As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.*

*THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD*

*Therefore:*

*Don't Drag The Tray!*
DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.

# FAVOUR
# GODSUNSHINE13
#ATTENDENT


IT'S A BLESSED SUNDAY THANKGOD FOR HIS BLESSINGS

What more can I say...thank you heavenly Father for the rain, slept well
#passion
#paddylay

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

In whatever situation we might be or find ourselves we should be thankful for the gift of life, when there's life, there's hope.Say thank you to God

The past weeks have been a roller coaster. Thank God for helping me bounce back. I'm better today and I'll keep pushing. #sarahdalandlady #grateful