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Being One of the First on Nakupenda:

My Early Experience
When I got the invite to join Nakupenda’s early test run, I felt a mix of excitement and curiosity.
A new social media platform? A fresh start? A chance to be part of something before the rest of the world even knows about it?
Of course, I said yes.
Logging into Nakupenda for the first time felt different.
There weren’t millions of users yet. No overwhelming noise. Just a small, growing group of people excited to build something new — something better.
At this stage, every post, every comment, and every connection feels personal.
We’re not just users — we’re pioneers.
We’re helping shape what Nakupenda will become.
It’s been amazing to watch the first sparks of community take shape. People supporting each other. Creators showing up authentically. Conversations that aren’t just about going viral — but about being real.
Of course, things aren’t perfect yet — it’s a brand new platform after all.
But that’s part of the magic: we’re growing with Nakupenda, not just watching from the sidelines.
Being an early tester reminds me why I fell in love with social media in the first place: connection, creativity, and community — before the noise and algorithms take over.
If this is just the beginning, I can’t wait to see where Nakupenda goes next.
And I’m proud to say: I was here from the start.

#knowledge
#testing
#earlybirds
#gbemiking

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#Discipline

Nakupenda is telling an African story of love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmjKUDo7gSQ

INTERNET AND THE EMERGING ZOMBIE GENERATION IN NIGERIA.

JAMB PERFORMANCE BY NIGERIAN STUDENTS SINCE 2007..

In 2007 -. 66% of NGR students scored 200 and above..

in 2008 - 63% scored 200 and above

2010 - 41% scored 200 and above..

2015 - 30% scored 200 and above...

2019 -. 24% scored 200 and above...

2023 - 23% scored 200 and above...

2025 - 22% scored 200 and above...

by 2035 if nothing is done to arrest this worrying decline, This yahoo and jenzzy generation will call for the ending of JAMB...

By 2050, university entry criteria will just be anyone who can spell his father's name...

most of this kids who fail JAMB and still get higher institution admission behave like kids who didn't attend primary school..

Education standard in NGR is in a state of coma ...
if nothing is done urgent.... it would be permanently buried....
Let’s stop lying.

*FUTURES CRUSHED. A NATION EXPOSED.*

- JAMB 2025 RESULT IS A DISASTER*

The 2025 JAMB results are here. A disaster. OVER 1.5 MILLION STUDENTS SCORED BELOW 200.

*WE ALL FAILED.*

PARENTS: YOU RAISED FRAUDS, NOT CHILDREN

You paid for “SPECIAL CENTRES” to cheat WAEC.
You cared more about BRAGGING RIGHTS THAN BEDTIME STORIES.
You taught your child to CUT CORNERS, NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS.
Now JAMB strips off the mask, and they drown.
What did you expect?
You wanted SHORTCUTS, NOT KNOWLEDGE.
Your child can’t think, but they know how to cheat. IS THIS PRIDE?

*DEAR SCHOOLS AND TEACHERS, YOU SOLD SOULS FOR PROFIT*

School owners, you hired teachers who couldn’t spell “education.”
Classrooms became TRADING FLOORS.

Teachers, you leaked exams, whispered answers, and called it “help.”

You had one job: TO BUILD MINDS. Instead, YOU BUILT LIARS.

Your students can’t write a sentence, but they know how to bypass integrity.
SHAME ON YOU.


*DEAR STUDENTS: YOU CHOSE EASY OVER EXCELLENCE*

TikTok over textbooks. Parties over past questions.

You mocked the “bookworms,” then prayed for miracles.

You thought JAMB would “sort itself.” Now reality hits: LIFE DOESN’T FORWARD ANSWERS IN A WHATSAPP GROUP.

You can afford to buy data, and get iPhones, but CAN'T BUY TEXTBOOKS OR SERIOUSNESS.

You gambled with your future. WAKE UP.


*TO OUR GOVERNMENT, YOU WATCHED THE FIRE BURN*

You UNDERFUNDED SCHOOLS UNTIL ROOFS CAVED IN.

You let UNQUALIFIED TEACHERS flood classrooms.

You ignored “MIRACLE CENTRES” because palms were greased.

Where are the POLICIES? THE OVERSIGHT? THE URGENCY?

You talk about “tomorrow’s leaders” while STRANGLING THE SCHOOLS meant to shape them.


*THIS IS OUR COLLECTIVE SHAME.*

*PICTURE THIS:*
Ten years from now, your child is the ENGINEER WHO BUILDS COLLAPSING BRIDGES,
The DOCTOR WHO KILLS PATIENTS,
The LEADER WHO STEALS BILLIONS.

IS THIS THE FUTURE YOU WANT?

We built this with:

1. Parents who VALUED TROPHIES OVER TRUTH,
2. Schools that SOLD CERTIFICATES, NOT CHARACTER,
3. Students who TRADED GRIT FOR GOSSIP,
4. And a government that LOOKED AWAY AND FAILED TO ACT.

It is nearly impossible for anyone who scored B’s & A’s in their WAEC WITHOUT MALPRACTICE to score below 200 in JAMB.

*SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG!*

©Paddylay

"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

Your future self is watching. Make her proud. #Bisi28 #Favour

*SUCCESS IS A DECISION!*

Every day, people make choices.

*Some are earning*—because they took action.

*Some are watching*—waiting for the "perfect moment" that never comes.

*Some are joining*—seeking a breakthrough.

*Some are leaving*—because they didn’t see results fast enough.

*Some have joined, but not working*—hoping success will come without effort.

*Some are confirmed spectators*—always watching, never doing.

*Some don't know why they joined the group*—lost in indecision.

*Some joined, but don't know what is happening*—because they never asked or learned.

*Some joined to copy and paste*—but success isn’t a shortcut, it’s a journey.

But no matter where you stand today, *ONE THING IS SURE:*

Success is not about luck.

Success is not about talent.

Success is a *DECISION.*

#happiness

"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Stay focused and keep moving...
Goodmorning
#Nakupenda

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.


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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

#waskydone, #spreadthelove, #TeamB

The Parable of the Ten Virgins is found in Matthew 25:1–13. Jesus tells this parable to emphasize the importance of being prepared for His return. The lessons from this parable are;

1. Be Prepared at All Times

Five wise virgins took extra oil, representing readiness.

Five foolish virgins did not, symbolizing neglect.

The wise could not share their oil with the foolish.

Lesson: Each person is responsible for their own condition. No one can rely on another’s efforts to achieve their goals.

2. Appearance Is Not Enough

All ten were virgins, all were invited, and all looked prepared at first.

Only the ones with oil were truly ready.

3. There Will Be a Time When It’s Too Late

The foolish virgins tried to prepare after the bridegroom arrived, but the door was shut.

Lesson: There is a time limit to respond to any call. After which anyother time will be too late.

4. True Readiness Requires Action, Not Just Waiting

The wise virgins actively brought extra oil.

Lesson: Readiness requires continuous effort.

Jesus ended the parable with the command: “Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.”

Lesson: We must live daily with preparation and hard work in view, resisting complacency and slumber.

#FAVOUR
#GODSUNSHINE13

Perseverance and Resilience

1. *"Fall seven times, stand up eight."* - Japanese proverb
2. *"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going."* - Sam Levenson
3. *"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."* - Franklin D. Roosevelt

HOW WELL DO U KEEP PUSHING TO THE TOP??

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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