• Poverty is not permanent, rather a condition that must change, like the weather only if you become the agent for the change. Poverty is a sin of ******* ; for which cost Christ died for your redemption. "He becometh poor that you might be rich"
    Poverty is not permanent, rather a condition that must change, like the weather only if you become the agent for the change. Poverty is a sin of bondage ; for which cost Christ died for your redemption. "He becometh poor that you might be rich"
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  • 1. Change Your Money Mindset

    To escape poverty, you must first believe it's possible.
    Many people are raised to think that wealth is for others—not them.
    That mindset keeps them stuck.

    What to Do:

    • Begin affirming wealth and abundance daily.
    • Read mindset-changing books like Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill or The Secrets of the Millionaire Mind by T. Harv Eker.
    • Replace negative money thoughts ("I’ll always be broke") with positive ones ("I am building wealth step by step").
    #paddylay
    1. Change Your Money Mindset To escape poverty, you must first believe it's possible. Many people are raised to think that wealth is for others—not them. That mindset keeps them stuck. What to Do: • Begin affirming wealth and abundance daily. • Read mindset-changing books like Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill or The Secrets of the Millionaire Mind by T. Harv Eker. • Replace negative money thoughts ("I’ll always be broke") with positive ones ("I am building wealth step by step"). #paddylay
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  • Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate

    Zayd had always been a wanderer.

    Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles.

    He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words.

    But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate.

    It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within.

    On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood.

    “The fire remembers the lost.”

    When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching.

    “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?”

    Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows.

    Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed.

    Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun.

    He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless.

    He had been chosen.

    #Not by destiny.
    #Not by prophecy.
    #But by the forgotten.
    #Zayd
    #nakupenda
    #nakupenda
    Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate Zayd had always been a wanderer. Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles. He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words. But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate. It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within. On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood. “The fire remembers the lost.” When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching. “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?” Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows. Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed. Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun. He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless. He had been chosen. #Not by destiny. #Not by prophecy. #But by the forgotten. #Zayd #nakupenda #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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  • Omo! Too much thinking don dey change the shape of my head... God abeg oh! I wan born fine children with good shape of head oh mbok

    #PeaceOfMind
    Omo! Too much thinking don dey change the shape of my head... God abeg oh! I wan born fine children with good shape of head oh mbok 😜 #PeaceOfMind
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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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  • What happens when corruption meets oil money at the highest levels? MalabuGate delivers the clear, chronological breakdown of Nigeria's most consequential oil scandal that spans multiple administrations, crosses international borders, and involves some of the world's biggest corporations.

    This isn't conspiracy theory—it's meticulously researched investigative journalism based on court documents, financial records, and exclusive sources. For the first time, you'll understand exactly how OPL 245 became a symbol of everything wrong with resource governance in Nigeria.

    Whether you're a policy expert, concerned citizen, or simply someone who cares about justice, this documentary connects dots you never knew existed. Watch now on YouTube and join the growing community of informed Nigerians demanding accountability. Knowledge isn't just power—it's the first step toward #change. #Transparency starts with you.
    #Discipline
    What happens when corruption meets oil money at the highest levels? MalabuGate delivers the clear, chronological breakdown of Nigeria's most consequential oil scandal that spans multiple administrations, crosses international borders, and involves some of the world's biggest corporations. This isn't conspiracy theory—it's meticulously researched investigative journalism based on court documents, financial records, and exclusive sources. For the first time, you'll understand exactly how OPL 245 became a symbol of everything wrong with resource governance in Nigeria. Whether you're a policy expert, concerned citizen, or simply someone who cares about justice, this documentary connects dots you never knew existed. Watch now on YouTube and join the growing community of informed Nigerians demanding accountability. Knowledge isn't just power—it's the first step toward #change. #Transparency starts with you. #Discipline
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  • Be that GAME CHANGER in the game
    #PASSION
    #EXPRESS
    Be that GAME CHANGER in the game #PASSION #EXPRESS
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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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  • Change, one hard thing to adapt.

    #passion
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    Change, one hard thing to adapt. #passion #trend
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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
    ™ 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
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  • This evening I planned to meet with Jeremy's mother the moment I returned from work.

    His mum goes out very early in the morning and comes back late at night. Since it was about to rain heavily, I felt the mum would have returned home earlier today.

    So when I got back home this evening, I changed and headed straight for an eatery to buy some snacks for Jeremy. I bought an extra plate for the mother as well. I took these snacks and went to the house to knock.

    Jeremy was the one who opened the door when I knocked. He paused like he had seen a ghost. Then he glanced back and returned his gaze to me and whispered.

    "Dad."

    I whispered back.

    "Jeremy."

    Is your mummy in?"

    "Yes. She just came back."

    "Tell her I want to see her."

    He froze for a moment. I could see fear in his eyes.

    "Will you be in trouble?" I asked.

    He nodded his head.

    I understood his fear. I knew he was scared of his mother's reaction. Especially as she had already warned him about me.

    Just as I was about to turn back, his mother showed up at the door and opened the curtain. She must have heard my voice when I was talking with Jeremy.

    She pushed Jeremy behind her and the boy just went inside.

    "Good evening."

    "What do you want?"

    "I came to talk with you and I also brought some snacks and food for you and for Jeremy too. I stopped by the eatery."

    Jeremy was peeping through the window and I could see his face.

    "Did Jeremy tell you we were hungry?"

    "No...no. Not at all. I just wanted to see you and discuss with you. So I felt I shouldn't come empty-handed. I thought of what to get and believe me this was the best thing I could come up with."

    "We are not hungry, sir. We just ate dinner not long ago."

    I nodded.

    "Can I come in. So we talk?"

    "About what?"

    "Ummm... I understand you do not know me that well. I am your neighbor. I stay just over there. Jeremy and I have been friends and I met him once when I gave him a lift to school and since then I have been giving him lifts to school."

    "Are you a driver?"

    "No... I am a writer and script writer and I work for an establishment as well."

    "So since you are not a driver why are you interested in giving him a lift?"

    "I just... I mean since we go out together in the morning and I... Madam listen. Jeremy is a nice boy and I have seen him as my son as well as you have. I just wanted you to understand..."

    "Jeremy is not looking for a father. If he were I would have shown him where his father is. Please stay clear from my son. Please."

    She entered the house and shut the door angrily. For a moment I felt embarassed and useless.

    Jeremy waved at me and I waved back. I do not know if he was saying sorry or saying goodnight to me. But before I could wave back, his mother forcefully dragged him away from the window.

    I felt bad.

    I turned and left.

    On my way home, I got beaten by the rain. My clothes were drentched. It was as if the heavens were in agreement with her.

    I do not know if to stay off or try one more time.

    I do not know at all
    #nakupenda
    #Discipline
    This evening I planned to meet with Jeremy's mother the moment I returned from work. His mum goes out very early in the morning and comes back late at night. Since it was about to rain heavily, I felt the mum would have returned home earlier today. So when I got back home this evening, I changed and headed straight for an eatery to buy some snacks for Jeremy. I bought an extra plate for the mother as well. I took these snacks and went to the house to knock. Jeremy was the one who opened the door when I knocked. He paused like he had seen a ghost. Then he glanced back and returned his gaze to me and whispered. "Dad." I whispered back. "Jeremy." Is your mummy in?" "Yes. She just came back." "Tell her I want to see her." He froze for a moment. I could see fear in his eyes. "Will you be in trouble?" I asked. He nodded his head. I understood his fear. I knew he was scared of his mother's reaction. Especially as she had already warned him about me. Just as I was about to turn back, his mother showed up at the door and opened the curtain. She must have heard my voice when I was talking with Jeremy. She pushed Jeremy behind her and the boy just went inside. "Good evening." "What do you want?" "I came to talk with you and I also brought some snacks and food for you and for Jeremy too. I stopped by the eatery." Jeremy was peeping through the window and I could see his face. "Did Jeremy tell you we were hungry?" "No...no. Not at all. I just wanted to see you and discuss with you. So I felt I shouldn't come empty-handed. I thought of what to get and believe me this was the best thing I could come up with." "We are not hungry, sir. We just ate dinner not long ago." I nodded. "Can I come in. So we talk?" "About what?" "Ummm... I understand you do not know me that well. I am your neighbor. I stay just over there. Jeremy and I have been friends and I met him once when I gave him a lift to school and since then I have been giving him lifts to school." "Are you a driver?" "No... I am a writer and script writer and I work for an establishment as well." "So since you are not a driver why are you interested in giving him a lift?" "I just... I mean since we go out together in the morning and I... Madam listen. Jeremy is a nice boy and I have seen him as my son as well as you have. I just wanted you to understand..." "Jeremy is not looking for a father. If he were I would have shown him where his father is. Please stay clear from my son. Please." She entered the house and shut the door angrily. For a moment I felt embarassed and useless. Jeremy waved at me and I waved back. I do not know if he was saying sorry or saying goodnight to me. But before I could wave back, his mother forcefully dragged him away from the window. I felt bad. I turned and left. On my way home, I got beaten by the rain. My clothes were drentched. It was as if the heavens were in agreement with her. I do not know if to stay off or try one more time. I do not know at all #nakupenda #Discipline
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