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Life Lessons from the 10 Virgins (Matthew 25:1–13)

This story isn’t just about oil and lamps—it’s about life, readiness, and personal growth. Here’s what it teaches us today:

Stay Ready – Opportunities and challenges don’t always give warnings. Be prepared, even in the quiet seasons.

You Can’t Borrow Growth – Wisdom, discipline, and faith aren’t transferable. Do your own inner work.

Time Has Limits – Some doors in life don’t stay open forever. Don’t delay what truly matters.

Look Beyond Appearances – All 10 had lamps, but only 5 had oil. Substance beats image—every time.

Keep Watch – Stay awake to life’s deeper purpose. Be present, be intentional, be ready.

The message is simple: don’t just carry the lamp—make sure you’ve got the oil.


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Hope u guys watch red line movie and what do u have to say about it.

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Most times we fight over things that doesn't exist.
Watch to the end

*Life is a circle of* *CONTRIBUTIONS:*

*I* Contribute.
*You* Contribute.
*We* Contribute.
*They* Contribute
When any party ceases to Contribute, the circle will be broken and leakages will be discovered.

*Whatever you are enjoying today, is someone else's Contribution.*
Whatever you are lacking today, is because someone who supposed to Contribute didn't.

Don't be that person, who because he refuses to Contribute, causes leakages to the circle.
*Every person on earth is here to Contribute to make the world a better place.*

Contribution is the essence of living.
You can Contribute anything useful.
*You can Contribute in*
knowledge,
in understanding,
in wisdom,
in love,
in peace,
in resources, and
in finances.

*Also, you can Contribute*
physically,
spiritually,
intellectually,
financially,
morally etc.

When you Contribute, people will eat,
*when people Contribute, you will eat*.

*ASK YOURSELF*:
What is my Contribution in that place that I am?
*What have you Contributed to make progress?*
What is lacking as a result of your refusal to Contribute?
What is the way forward?

*The answer explains the scarcity or abundance in that place.*


*YOUR PRESENCE IS IRRELEVANT if you have nothing to Contribute.*

Even Nature Contribute.
- *CONTRIBUTION is the way to go*-
* In the *Mosque/Church,*
Contribute...
* In your workplace, where you earn your daily living, Contribute...
* In the school e.g. Old boys\girls.
* Contribute...
* In the *house,* Contribute...
* In the market, Contribute...
* In the *society*, Contribute...
* In the village, Contribute...
* In the community, Contribute...
* In the *family,* Contribute...
* In your street, Contribute...
* In your Fellowship or Association Contribute.
Wherever you find yourself, contribute for impact.
Everywhere, try to Contribute...


*WE ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE:*
Contribute in love...
Instead of complaining,
Contribute.
Instead of destructive criticism,
Contribute.
Instead of being embittered,
Contribute.
Instead of watching,

Contribution is the right use of energy...
*Nobody destroys where he has contributed to build.*

THE WORLD WILL BE WORTH LIVING, IF EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES MEANINGFULLY.

*START CONTRIBUTING POSITIVELY NOW!!!*

Start making impact from today and may God bless us all.

Thank You!
Comr Eze Chibuzo Jonathan
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"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Stay focused and keep moving...
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From Dial-Up to 5G: The Evolution of Internet Speed

"Who else remembers waiting for internet to load? We've come a long way! Watch our video to see how internet speed has evolved #TechEvolution #Internet
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I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school.

It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him.

When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out.

One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement.

"Daddy..."

And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home.

They were so happy.

Jeremy looked at me.

"You came to pick me up?"

"Yes. I did."

He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends.

"Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow."

And he entered the car.

While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail.

"Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?"

He touched it with his hands.

"My mum. She slapped me this morning."

"Why?"

He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road.

"My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore."

"Why?"

"I do not know."

"Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?"

"Sometimes. I told her."

"And she is not happy I do that?"

He nodded his head and turned to look at the road.

"I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you."

He was speechless.

While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building.

I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together.

He smiled.

We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out.

While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me.

"Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today."

I laughed.

I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work.

This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed.

I am at work now, and considering the second option.

I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does.

That's all.

My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do.
#Discipline
#nakupenda

*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

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.

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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.


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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

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

*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