• Life can hit hard.
    You might feel stuck,tired or like nothing is working out.
    You may have cried in secret,questioned your worth or felt like quitting everything.
    But hear this…THIS IS NOT THE END.
    Storms don’t last forever
    Situations can change
    One day, with a hardwork and determination,what you’re struggling with now will soon be a part of your story.
    Keep moving,keep praying and working hard, one day your star will shine .#Nakupenda# Happiness #TeamA#
    Life can hit hard. You might feel stuck,tired or like nothing is working out. You may have cried in secret,questioned your worth or felt like quitting everything. But hear this…THIS IS NOT THE END. Storms don’t last forever Situations can change One day, with a hardwork and determination,what you’re struggling with now will soon be a part of your story. Keep moving,keep praying and working hard, one day your star will shine 🤗🥰.#Nakupenda# Happiness #TeamA# 💕💕💕💕
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  • Keep moving! The Change you need will come!
    #Nakupenda
    #Stephenjesse
    #Love
    #Discipline
    Keep moving! The Change you need will come! #Nakupenda #Stephenjesse #Love #Discipline
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  • The thing that lies at the foundation of positive change, the way I see it, is service to a fellow human being.
    The thing that lies at the foundation of positive change, the way I see it, is service to a fellow human being.
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  • I Was a Bad Girl for Three Years Until...

    Florence Adeyemo — the Mary Magdalene of Jesuit High School.

    The kind of girl everyone admired. The girl her family and classmates fondly called Pastor Mrs. Flo. She was the white sheep of the senior block — gentle, elegant, holy, and brilliant. What better combination could anyone ask for?

    Flo did everything right. Not because she was a “Miss Perfect,” but because she genuinely lived a righteous life. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She simply loved God — and it showed.

    But then, something happened.

    Three weeks after the senior secondary school holiday, Flo started hanging out with Natasha — the class wolf. Natasha, the daughter of a senator, was wild and rebellious. Lazy in school, loud at parties. She lived for the nightlife and didn’t care what anyone thought.

    Flo told herself she was only trying to win Natasha over to Christ. After all, Jesus was always found among sinners, right?

    Her intentions were pure. Her boundaries were not.

    Slowly, Florence changed. The girl who used to whisper words of prayer began to speak words soaked in profanity. Her gracious, calm spirit gave way to a sharp, restless energy. She became defiant. Disrespectful. Rebellious.

    Overnight, Flo became a different person. A bad girl.

    Her fall was loud.

    It took serious intercession, divine mercy, and tough love to pull her back from the edge. The process wasn’t easy. But it worked. She learned her lesson — the hard way.

    No matter how pure your intentions are, the company you keep will shape your character. Set boundaries, or you may become what you were trying to change.

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    #grace
    #julietchineneyenwaalex
    I Was a Bad Girl for Three Years Until... Florence Adeyemo — the Mary Magdalene of Jesuit High School. The kind of girl everyone admired. The girl her family and classmates fondly called Pastor Mrs. Flo. She was the white sheep of the senior block — gentle, elegant, holy, and brilliant. What better combination could anyone ask for? Flo did everything right. Not because she was a “Miss Perfect,” but because she genuinely lived a righteous life. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She simply loved God — and it showed. But then, something happened. Three weeks after the senior secondary school holiday, Flo started hanging out with Natasha — the class wolf. Natasha, the daughter of a senator, was wild and rebellious. Lazy in school, loud at parties. She lived for the nightlife and didn’t care what anyone thought. Flo told herself she was only trying to win Natasha over to Christ. After all, Jesus was always found among sinners, right? Her intentions were pure. Her boundaries were not. Slowly, Florence changed. The girl who used to whisper words of prayer began to speak words soaked in profanity. Her gracious, calm spirit gave way to a sharp, restless energy. She became defiant. Disrespectful. Rebellious. Overnight, Flo became a different person. A bad girl. Her fall was loud. It took serious intercession, divine mercy, and tough love to pull her back from the edge. The process wasn’t easy. But it worked. She learned her lesson — the hard way. No matter how pure your intentions are, the company you keep will shape your character. Set boundaries, or you may become what you were trying to change. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex
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  • Title: Adira and Zayd: The Flame and the Echo

    Adira had always known the forest, its whispers, and its balance. Since childhood, the trees and winds had guided her, giving her a purpose she had never questioned. She had been the Keeper of Echoes for years now, protecting the realm from the unseen chaos that sought to break its harmony. But despite the wisdom the forest had bestowed upon her, a nagging sense of something missing lingered in her heart.

    She had always wondered about her past—about her family. The village had raised her, and the elders had never spoken much of her lineage. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was bound to the forest, born during the rare lunar eclipse. But the stories she had heard spoke of one other child, one born under the same eclipse, whose fate was unknown.

    Zayd, on the other hand, had lived a life of freedom, roaming the lands without purpose or direction. He was a wanderer, a seeker of truths that didn’t exist in maps or legends. His only companions were the whispers in the wind and the journal he kept, filled with the fragments of forgotten places and ancient memories. Zayd’s life was unmarked by magic—at least, until the day he found the Ember Gate in the Ashen Wastes.

    The gate was an anomaly in the desert, a towering archway made of blackened stone, pulsing with hidden energy. Zayd had felt it before he saw it, an invisible pull that seemed to draw him closer. When his hand brushed the surface, the gate had activated, filling his vision with a city made of fire, its towers flickering like coals beneath a twilight sky. Then, the voice had come—old, aching, and full of fire.

    "You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?"

    Zayd didn't understand what it meant, but he felt a strange stirring within himself, like an ember reigniting after years of cold.

    It was then that the mark appeared—like a faint outline of a burning sun on his right hand. And in that moment, Zayd knew that his wandering had led him here for a reason. He wasn’t just a traveler. He was bound to something greater, something ancient.

    Back in the forest, Adira felt it too. The winds had changed, the trees had murmured a different name. It was a name she had never heard but felt in her bones: Zayd. Her heart ached as though she were being pulled in two directions at once.

    The forest had always been her guide, but now it seemed to be telling her something more. She had been born for the balance between worlds, but now, the forest whispered of another—someone who shared her blood, someone who was her counterpart.

    Adira stood at the edge of the forest, feeling the pull of destiny. The balance between realms was shifting, and she could feel a new presence on the horizon—someone who, like her, was touched by magic.


    ---

    Their Meeting:

    Zayd’s journey brought him to the outskirts of the village. The wind carried with it a familiar scent, something that reminded him of the fire that had burned within him since the day of the Ember Gate. As he walked toward the forest, the trees seemed to part for him, guiding him deeper into their embrace.

    And then he saw her—Adira, standing like a figure made of the forest itself. Her hair, wild and dark as the roots of the trees, moved with the wind as if it were alive. Her eyes, though filled with a deep wisdom, held something else—a recognition, a knowing.

    "You..." Zayd whispered, stepping forward.

    Adira’s heart skipped a beat. She had never seen him before, yet she knew him. The forest had told her of him. He was her brother, her younger brother , born under the same eclipse. The Flamebearer. The one who would help restore balance.

    "You’re not a dream," she said softly. "You’re real."

    Zayd smiled faintly. "I was wondering when we’d meet."

    The world around them seemed to hold its breath as if the very earth had been waiting for this moment. Adira stepped closer, her hand instinctively reaching out, and Zayd did the same. The moment their hands touched, the air hummed with energy, like two forces coming together to complete something long lost.

    "Fate brought us together," Adira said, her voice steady with newfound certainty. "We are the balance—fire and earth, flame and echo."

    Zayd nodded, his hand still resting in hers. "The Ember Gate opened for me. It told me I was the Flamebearer. But you... you were the one it called to, weren’t you?"

    Adira nodded. "The forest has always called me. But now, it calls to us both."

    Together, they were more than they could ever be alone. The balance was shifting, and with it, the fate of the world rested on their shoulders. They were siblings born of fire and forest, and together, they would protect both.


    ---



    Title: Adira and Zayd: The Flame and the Echo Adira had always known the forest, its whispers, and its balance. Since childhood, the trees and winds had guided her, giving her a purpose she had never questioned. She had been the Keeper of Echoes for years now, protecting the realm from the unseen chaos that sought to break its harmony. But despite the wisdom the forest had bestowed upon her, a nagging sense of something missing lingered in her heart. She had always wondered about her past—about her family. The village had raised her, and the elders had never spoken much of her lineage. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was bound to the forest, born during the rare lunar eclipse. But the stories she had heard spoke of one other child, one born under the same eclipse, whose fate was unknown. Zayd, on the other hand, had lived a life of freedom, roaming the lands without purpose or direction. He was a wanderer, a seeker of truths that didn’t exist in maps or legends. His only companions were the whispers in the wind and the journal he kept, filled with the fragments of forgotten places and ancient memories. Zayd’s life was unmarked by magic—at least, until the day he found the Ember Gate in the Ashen Wastes. The gate was an anomaly in the desert, a towering archway made of blackened stone, pulsing with hidden energy. Zayd had felt it before he saw it, an invisible pull that seemed to draw him closer. When his hand brushed the surface, the gate had activated, filling his vision with a city made of fire, its towers flickering like coals beneath a twilight sky. Then, the voice had come—old, aching, and full of fire. "You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?" Zayd didn't understand what it meant, but he felt a strange stirring within himself, like an ember reigniting after years of cold. It was then that the mark appeared—like a faint outline of a burning sun on his right hand. And in that moment, Zayd knew that his wandering had led him here for a reason. He wasn’t just a traveler. He was bound to something greater, something ancient. Back in the forest, Adira felt it too. The winds had changed, the trees had murmured a different name. It was a name she had never heard but felt in her bones: Zayd. Her heart ached as though she were being pulled in two directions at once. The forest had always been her guide, but now it seemed to be telling her something more. She had been born for the balance between worlds, but now, the forest whispered of another—someone who shared her blood, someone who was her counterpart. Adira stood at the edge of the forest, feeling the pull of destiny. The balance between realms was shifting, and she could feel a new presence on the horizon—someone who, like her, was touched by magic. --- Their Meeting: Zayd’s journey brought him to the outskirts of the village. The wind carried with it a familiar scent, something that reminded him of the fire that had burned within him since the day of the Ember Gate. As he walked toward the forest, the trees seemed to part for him, guiding him deeper into their embrace. And then he saw her—Adira, standing like a figure made of the forest itself. Her hair, wild and dark as the roots of the trees, moved with the wind as if it were alive. Her eyes, though filled with a deep wisdom, held something else—a recognition, a knowing. "You..." Zayd whispered, stepping forward. Adira’s heart skipped a beat. She had never seen him before, yet she knew him. The forest had told her of him. He was her brother, her younger brother , born under the same eclipse. The Flamebearer. The one who would help restore balance. "You’re not a dream," she said softly. "You’re real." Zayd smiled faintly. "I was wondering when we’d meet." The world around them seemed to hold its breath as if the very earth had been waiting for this moment. Adira stepped closer, her hand instinctively reaching out, and Zayd did the same. The moment their hands touched, the air hummed with energy, like two forces coming together to complete something long lost. "Fate brought us together," Adira said, her voice steady with newfound certainty. "We are the balance—fire and earth, flame and echo." Zayd nodded, his hand still resting in hers. "The Ember Gate opened for me. It told me I was the Flamebearer. But you... you were the one it called to, weren’t you?" Adira nodded. "The forest has always called me. But now, it calls to us both." Together, they were more than they could ever be alone. The balance was shifting, and with it, the fate of the world rested on their shoulders. They were siblings born of fire and forest, and together, they would protect both. ---
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  • You told your wife that you were going to work but you went to her best friend's house whose husband is a so|dier.
    Her husband comes back and you hurried|y hid under the bed
    The so|dier sends his wife off to the market while you are sti|| hiding under the bêd. you overhear him inviting a |ady over the phone.

    The lady comes and shôrt|y after his wife comes knôcking citing that her c|othes are sta!ned and she wants to change them

    Before the soldier husband opened the door. He tells the lady to hide under the bed.

    Now, the lady who comes face to face with you under the bêd turns out to be your wîfe and both of you are |ooking at each other under the bed like rãbbits without saying a word.

    In school, We call it REUNION
    In social gatherings, we call it GET TOGETHER
    In Mathematics, we call it Simultaneous Equation
    In Psychology, we call it "what goes around comes around"
    In Chemistry, we called it chain reaction
    In Economics, we call it demand and supply
    In Physics, we call it nuclear fusion! In Agriculture we call it crop rotation
    In English we call it coincidence
    In government we call it check and balance
    In food and nutrition we call it balance diet

    May the phone of those who skîp after reading without lîking and commenting and shãring fall into a bãsin of water

    Dón't forget to share like and comment.
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    You told your wife👩‍🦰 that you were going to work but you went to her best friend's house whose husband is a so|dier. 👮‍♂️ Her husband comes back and you hurried|y hid under the bed 🛏️ The so|dier sends his wife off to the market while you are sti|| hiding under the bêd. you overhear him inviting a |ady over the phone.🤣🤣 The lady comes and shôrt|y after his wife comes knôcking citing that her c|othes are sta!ned and she wants to change them🥺 Before the soldier husband opened the door. He tells the lady to hide under the bed. Now, the lady who comes face to face with you under the bêd turns out to be your wîfe🤣🤣 and both of you are |ooking at each other under the bed like rãbbits without saying a word.🙆🤣🤣 In school, We call it REUNION In social gatherings, we call it GET TOGETHER In Mathematics, we call it Simultaneous Equation In Psychology, we call it "what goes around comes around" In Chemistry, we called it chain reaction In Economics, we call it demand and supply In Physics, we call it nuclear fusion! In Agriculture we call it crop rotation 😂😂😅 In English we call it coincidence 😂😂 In government we call it check and balance 🤓🤓 In food and nutrition we call it balance diet 😁😁 May the phone of those who skîp after reading without lîking and commenting and shãring fall into a bãsin of water🤣🤣 Dón't forget to share like and comment. #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • Elumelu's mom is 97 years.
    Otedola's mom is 103 years.
    Jonathan's mom is 88 years.
    Saraki's mom is 89 years.
    Yaradua's mom is 99 years.
    Dangote's mom is 90 years.
    Eze Damian Ejiohuo's Mom is close 100years.
    Hon. Jeff Atata mother is 90year plus.

    Where are their fathers? Long gone in most cases.

    Food for thought, guys!

    Treat yourself well, they will survive without you.
    Change or upgrade your wardrobe every 2 years

    Feel good and look good

    Reconcile with any known enemy

    Call your friends on phone every day during work and after working hours.
    Listen to good music
    Live a day at a time

    Call me if you don't have a friend, I will bridge the gap,
    I hope i’m talking sense to you?

    *Summarily...*
    #Men please try not to die!*

    #Happy new week ahead to all.*
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    Elumelu's mom is 97 years. Otedola's mom is 103 years. Jonathan's mom is 88 years. Saraki's mom is 89 years. Yaradua's mom is 99 years. Dangote's mom is 90 years. Eze Damian Ejiohuo's Mom is close 100years. Hon. Jeff Atata mother is 90year plus. Where are their fathers? Long gone in most cases. Food for thought, guys! Treat yourself well, they will survive without you. Change or upgrade your wardrobe every 2 years Feel good and look good Reconcile with any known enemy Call your friends on phone every day during work and after working hours. Listen to good music Live a day at a time Call me if you don't have a friend, I will bridge the gap, I hope i’m talking sense to you? *Summarily...* #Men please try not to die!* #Happy new week ahead to all.* #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • "You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign.
    “Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys.
    "So... who's the father?"

    Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.”
    Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?”
    “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking.
    She lowered her head and began to sob.

    “My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.”
    Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.”
    “So what do I do now?”
    Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.”
    “That’s absurd,” Gladys replied.
    “Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.”

    _______
    Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice.

    She aborted the baby.

    But she ended up with a damaged womb.
    A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for.

    ________
    This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through.
    They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one.

    Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks.
    No matter how many people normalize it.
    No matter how curious you are.
    And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound.

    God’s word says:
    “Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    "You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign. “Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys. "So... who's the father?" Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.” Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?” “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking. She lowered her head and began to sob. “My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.” Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.” “So what do I do now?” Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.” “That’s absurd,” Gladys replied. “Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.” _______ Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice. She aborted the baby. But she ended up with a damaged womb. A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for. ________ This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through. They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one. Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks. No matter how many people normalize it. No matter how curious you are. And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound. God’s word says: “Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22 © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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  • Nigerians never Learn. This is the list of Ponzi schemes that have made away with Nigerians hard-earned money yet they still fall mugu

    MMM Nigeria – 2016
    Ultimate Cycler – 2016
    Get Help Worldwide (GHW) – 2016
    Twinkas – 2016
    Icharity Club – 2016
    Crowd Rising – 2016
    Claritta – 2016
    Help2Get – 2016
    Loopers Club – 2016
    Givers Forum – 2016
    NNN Nigeria – 2017
    MMM Cooperation – 2017
    GCCH (Global Crediting Cooperative Hub) – 2017
    Money Riot – 2017
    RevoMoney – 2017
    SwissGolden (Nigeria version) – 2017
    NNU (Nigeria News Update) – 2017
    Peer2Peer Donation – 2017
    Twinkas Reloaded – 2017
    Donation Hub – 2017
    MyBonus – 2017
    ZarFund – 2017
    Bitclub Advantage – 2018
    Million Money – 2018
    Helping Hands International – 2018
    DGSOUK – 2018
    Pennywise – 2018
    Loom – 2019
    Crowd1 – 2019
    Lion’s Share – 2020
    InksNation – 2020
    Baraza Multipurpose Cooperative – 2020
    Racksterli – 2020
    86FB (aka 86Z) – 2021
    Eagle Cooperative – 2021
    Royal Q (Nigerian scam version) – 2021
    FINAFRICA – 2021
    Ovaioza Farm Produce Storage – 2022
    QNet (Nigeria) – 2022
    Afriq Arbitrage System (AAS) – 2022
    MBA Forex – 2022
    Chinmark Group – 2022
    Inksledger – 2022
    Axim Exchange – 2022
    Compoundly – 2024
    CALA (Cala Finance) – 2023
    6Dollars Investment – 2023
    Sidra Investment (cloned scam version) – 2024
    WealthBuddy – 2024
    BitFinance Global – 2025
    CBEX-2025

    How many of them duped you?#Olufaderomi#peejay
    Nigerians never Learn. This is the list of Ponzi schemes that have made away with Nigerians hard-earned money yet they still fall mugu MMM Nigeria – 2016 Ultimate Cycler – 2016 Get Help Worldwide (GHW) – 2016 Twinkas – 2016 Icharity Club – 2016 Crowd Rising – 2016 Claritta – 2016 Help2Get – 2016 Loopers Club – 2016 Givers Forum – 2016 NNN Nigeria – 2017 MMM Cooperation – 2017 GCCH (Global Crediting Cooperative Hub) – 2017 Money Riot – 2017 RevoMoney – 2017 SwissGolden (Nigeria version) – 2017 NNU (Nigeria News Update) – 2017 Peer2Peer Donation – 2017 Twinkas Reloaded – 2017 Donation Hub – 2017 MyBonus – 2017 ZarFund – 2017 Bitclub Advantage – 2018 Million Money – 2018 Helping Hands International – 2018 DGSOUK – 2018 Pennywise – 2018 Loom – 2019 Crowd1 – 2019 Lion’s Share – 2020 InksNation – 2020 Baraza Multipurpose Cooperative – 2020 Racksterli – 2020 86FB (aka 86Z) – 2021 Eagle Cooperative – 2021 Royal Q (Nigerian scam version) – 2021 FINAFRICA – 2021 Ovaioza Farm Produce Storage – 2022 QNet (Nigeria) – 2022 Afriq Arbitrage System (AAS) – 2022 MBA Forex – 2022 Chinmark Group – 2022 Inksledger – 2022 Axim Exchange – 2022 Compoundly – 2024 CALA (Cala Finance) – 2023 6Dollars Investment – 2023 Sidra Investment (cloned scam version) – 2024 WealthBuddy – 2024 BitFinance Global – 2025 CBEX-2025 How many of them duped you?#Olufaderomi#peejay
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  • Progress is not possible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything


    #Knowledge
    #JamesFavour
    #Nakupenda




    Progress is not possible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything🤗✊ #Knowledge #JamesFavour #Nakupenda
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  • God bless all mothers.
    Motherhood is a journey of boundless love, selfless care, and endless devotion. It's a role that brings immense joy, challenges, and growth, shaping both mother and child. With every milestone, laughter, and tear, mothers pour their hearts into nurturing tiny humans into kind, capable individuals. It's a labor of love that forever changes lives.
    #Ngo_123 #grace
    God bless all mothers. Motherhood is a journey of boundless love, selfless care, and endless devotion. It's a role that brings immense joy, challenges, and growth, shaping both mother and child. With every milestone, laughter, and tear, mothers pour their hearts into nurturing tiny humans into kind, capable individuals. It's a labor of love that forever changes lives. #Ngo_123 #grace
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  • Don't exchange what you want most for what you want for the moment.
    Don't exchange what you want most for what you want for the moment.
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