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™ So yesterday I kept wondering what the problem with Jeremy was. Their school closes by 2 pm. So by 1:30 pm, I was already at Jeremy's school to pick him up so I could take him back home. I parked in front of the school gate, just across the road. Jeremy had once told me that his mum always left the key behind so he could pick it up and gain entrance to the house when he returned from school. While waiting for him, a young boy waved at me and shouted. "Daddy Jeremy." He was walking with two other young boys who waved at me in excitement. I smiled and waved back. Then quickly called them. "Have you seen Jeremy today?" I asked. "No sir. He didn't come to school." "He didn't?" "Yes." I thanked them and watched as they left. Well since Jeremy did not come to school, I felt probably he took a day off that day. This morning I waited for Jeremy again. I had dressed up very early and was already set to leave the house. When it was 6:50 am, and Jeremy didn't show up, I decided to drive to his house to pick him up. I got to his house and horned. Then I stepped down to walk to the door. I heard Jeremy crying from inside. His mother was seriously shouting at him. "So if he is not taking you to school you are not going to school? Is he your father? What is wrong with you? What has he given you to eat. Will you get dressed and go to school now. Are you stup'd? Or is something wrong with you?" I paused. I knew this whole thing was about me. I couldn't knock. I didn't know what her reaction would be next if she sees me. I heard running footsteps hitting the floor. I heard hands bagging tables. I heard Jeremy's cries and his mother shouting. Suddenly I heard her beating him again. "Pick your bags and go to school like other children. Go and join the bus now." I turned back, got into my car, and drove off. I didn't even know when a teardrop left my eyes. I feel hurt today. Really hurt. Today started out badly for me and not until I am sure Jeremy is fine, I may not be at rest. #nakupenda #Discipline #Chibuzo

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#Discipline THE SECRET OF A SLAY QUEEN WHO ONLY SLEEPS WITH MAD MEN Her name was Maliya—fierce, bold, unapologetically beautiful. On the outside, she was every man’s fantasy and every woman’s envy. Slay queen by title, heartbreaker by reputation. But what nobody knew was that behind her polished nails, heavy makeup, and thousand-dollar shoes was a twisted obsession—one that could ruin her life forever. Maliya didn’t sleep with rich politicians, or musicians, or sugar daddies. No. Her secret desire was far darker. She only felt true lust for men society called “mad.” The street wanderers. The mentally unstable. The forgotten souls. The kind who talked to the air, laughed at nothing, and roamed in tattered rags. She believed madness held a kind of freedom no rich man could ever give her. At night, when her friends were clubbing or posting half-naked pictures online, Maliya would sneak out in disguise. She wore an oversized hoodie, no makeup, just a scarf. She’d go behind the abandoned rail tracks where she knew one of them always slept. His name was Dogo. People said he had once been a brilliant university professor before something snapped in his head. Now he danced naked in the streets and barked like a dog. But to Maliya, Dogo was beautiful. She brought him food, bathed him, whispered to him, and made love to him like he was a king. And the terrifying part? He remembered her name. Every single time. “Maliya,” he would say, looking into her soul with eyes that once knew more than the world allowed. “They’ll never understand you, but I do.” She thought no one knew. Until one day, her closest friend, Anita, followed her. Anita had always suspected something strange about Maliya’s behavior. So when she saw Maliya sneaking behind the slums, she trailed her—and what she found left her speechless. Maliya on her knees, feeding a mad man with such devotion it almost looked holy. Anita tried to confront her. “Are you sick in the head? What if someone finds out? Your brand, your endorsements, your family—everything will be gone!” Maliya didn’t flinch. “I’m already gone, Anita. I’ve been gone since I was twelve and I watched my stepfather beat my mother to death and everyone called him a pastor. Madness feels safer than sanity to me.” Anita backed off. She didn’t understand, but she knew better than to question a pain she couldn’t imagine. But secrets don’t stay buried. A vlogger spotted Maliya a few days later, in her disguise, embracing another mad man near the river. The video went viral within hours. “Famous Slay Queen Seen Kissing Lunatic,” the headlines read. Her followers dropped. Brands cut ties. Her family disowned her. But strangely, she didn’t cry. She laughed. Laughed louder than ever before. Because now—finally—she didn’t have to hide. She took Dogo and two other mad men, moved into a remote area outside the city, and built a shelter for the mentally ill. She named it “The Free Mind.” But what she didn’t know was that one of the men she loved—one of the supposed “mad” men—wasn’t mad at all. He was a billionaire’s son hiding from a murderous conspiracy. And everything was about to change. To be continued.... Written by Real Life Stories Follow Bleeding pen for more

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*PHONE IN CHURCH?* I just watched the above video from a church where the usher collects members' phones during the service, perhaps those scrolling through social media, and hand them a Bible instead. They get their phones back after the service. At first, it feels radical… but maybe that's exactly what we need in these Churches where their pastors are afraid to speak the truth because they don't want to lose members. If we don’t intentionally guard the sacredness of our worship spaces, we’ll lose the reverence that makes them holy. This church took a bold step, and honestly? I think they got it right. What do you think? Too extreme or right on time? #Ngo_123 #grace

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When your eyes become your lord, you will be bound to satisfy all their cravings—whether good or evil. “Do not take anything with you when leaving, okay?” the elderly man warned sternly. His voice echoed through the small room as he addressed the four young men taking shelter in his home. A violent storm had swept through the city, stranding them on their way back to their respective universities. “Yes, sir,” they chorused, watching the elderly man quietly step out of the room. Charles flopped onto the bed, eyes roaming across the ceiling. “This room looks like it hasn’t been used in a century,” he said. “How would you know?” Peter asked, unpacking his bag. “Look at those drawings. They look like Mediterranean-era paintings.” He pointed toward the ceiling. “Historian!” Henry mocked, making the others burst into laughter. “I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I bet there are ancient antiques in this house. First thing tomorrow, I’m going searching.” “Remember what the old man said,” John reminded him. “Forget the old man,” Charles replied, shutting his eyes with a smirk. --- The next day, the storm cleared. The water receded, and the sun pierced through the clouds. The housemaster gathered the boys and gave them parting words of wisdom. In return, they handed him small tokens of appreciation and went on their way. But not long after their departure, the housemaster made a troubling discovery—one of his most precious antiques was missing. Panicked, he raised an alarm. The neighbors quickly rallied and pursued the young men. When they caught up with them, a search was conducted—and the missing item was found tucked inside Charles' bag. They were all arrested and thrown into a prison cell. --- This fictional tale echoes the ancient story of Achan—a man who let his eyes override the commandments of God. Achan saw, desired, and took—and his disobedience brought ruin not only upon himself, but upon his people. Just like Charles, when the eyes become your master, you’ll be driven to satisfy every craving, regardless of consequence. Beware what your eyes fixate on—because what you stare at too long, you may start to crave. And what you crave, you may soon disobey to obtain. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

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"When did you start putting on makeup?" Chisom asked, watching her roommate struggle to apply mascara. "Lately," Danielle replied, still focused on the mirror. "I don't know what this is, but you have to stop it," Chisom said, getting out of bed. She slipped into her fluffy pink slippers and walked into the bathroom. "Are you jealous of me?" Danielle shouted after her. Chisom burst into laughter. A few minutes later, she came out, wiping her face with a towel. Standing akimbo, she looked at her roommate, who now resembled a runaway clown. "Why would I be jealous of you?" "Then why are you opposing my choice of appearance?" Danielle asked, trying to fix her hair. "You're changing yourself to fit into that flashy group you joined last week. You're trying to please them, but you're displeasing yourself. In the end, you'll only confuse yourself," Chisom said, climbing back into bed. Danielle pouted, silently reflecting on what Chisom had just said. --- Have you ever found yourself doing things you normally wouldn’t, just to fit in or impress others? Maybe you’ve compromised your values or changed your appearance — not because you wanted to, but because you were afraid of being left out. Here’s the truth: People-pleasers often try to satisfy everyone but end up pleasing no one. The people you're trying so hard to impress may never be satisfied — and worse, they might even see you as fake. At the end of the day, you lose yourself. So don't live to please people. Be true to yourself. That’s where real confidence lies. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

Lessons from the parable of the 10 virgins: Be ready before an opportunity comes Be watchful and vigilant Being excellent in what you do is your responsibility. Personal development is very important! #Knowledge