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My Team Greatful are we home , let make our present count, comment I dey on my comment section. love you all

Should love be managed or controlled? Think deep before you answer 🙏 It's not just a love question but a lifetime.... People want to listen or learn,so drop yours in the comment section below 👇 #de_listener #banjodx #grace

Please if you have any unique plan for Easter. Carry me along at the comment section. I desire a unique Easter experience. #Olufaderomi#peejay

*HOW TO MAINTAIN PEACE IN THE GROUP YOU BELONG TO.* 🙄 *(1).* Take everything as joke. 🙄 *(2).* No one is bigger than others in the group. 🙄 *(3).* No one is too important for the group. 🙄 *(4).* Everyone should do his or her best. 🙄 *(5).* When having issues with a group member, don't leave, but stay to resolve and address. 🙄 *(6).* No one gets paid so it's a thing of love and volunteering efforts. 🙄 *(7).* Live your normal life, you are unique and without you the group will be boring. 🙄 *(8).* Never expect someone else to build the group, but do your best by making your contribution. 🙄 *(9).* Group members should learn how to socialize, meet new friends and improve on their social skills. 🙄 *(10).* Always respond to greetings by leaving out pride, arrogance, and boastfulness. 🙄 *(11).* Anything that happens outside the group must remain outside. 🙄 *(12).* Groups are always for fun, so let's make and have fun out of whatever is posted. Don't just read a post, make a comment to enrich it. #Emacraft #Consistency #Nakupenda

Hey guys!! and Happy holidays!!! How many of us remember 2go?? We can have a different section for joining different groups where we can discuss different topics and learn different things. Take an example a group called ""MY SOULMATE"" Youll be asked series of questions before you can join the group . its like a dating app embedded in this red space. Afterall Nakupenda means LOVE right?? 🥳 let me know what you think in the comment section. #Nakupenda [iamdajek]

Riddle time. Drop your answer at the comment section. I’m not a button, but I can make hearts click. I’m not a code, but I keep everything in sync. I don’t need to load, but I always make you feel at home. What am I? Hint: Nakupenda’s favorite feature! Answer: type it at the comment section #knowledge #nakupendariddle #gbemiking

Riddle time!!! Let's see who get the answer I don’t need a reboot, but I make everything run smoothly. I’m not an app, but I’m essential for connection. I’m felt, not seen, but without me, nothing truly works. What am I? Hint: Nakupenda runs on me! Type your answer in the comments section Answer: .......... #knowledge #nakupendariddle #gbemiking

riddle time!!! I’m not a system update, but I improve everything. I’m not a password, but I unlock hearts. I’m not a bug, but I fix what’s broken. What am I? Hint: Nakupenda runs on me, always. Answer: type it in the comment section #knowledge #nakupendariddle #gbemiking

Hi guys, so i have a question . Why do peoples countenance change when you talk about rapture, holiness and the apocalypse. Compared to when you talk about football, politics and games? Just eager to know. How do you feel about the rapture. Lets talk in my comment section. #nakupenda [Hassinorh] Dont forget to like , comment and follow me

Let’s play a game! You just woke up… and somehow, you now have ALL the money in the world. No limits. No bills. Just pure freedom. First 3 things you’re doing with your unlimited wealth? Drop them in the comments—be honest, be wild, be YOU! I’ll start: 1. Buy a private island with Wi-Fi and my closest friends. 2. Fund clean water projects across the globe. 3. Host a “no rules” pizza party in space. Your turn! Let’s see how creative (or generous) you are. Go! #Focus @everyone

A man took some loan, bought a house, it was about to be seized, just because he could not repay the loan and interest as agreed. He posted his situation on Facebook looking for help, but all he could get was zero comments. So he sent 250 messages to his contact list requesting a loan of #2,000,000. Unfortunately only 10 people responded. 6 out of 10 said they could not help him. And only 1 out of 4 who promised to help and gave him some money. The other 3 gave excuse and never took his calls. In the end, he was ejected. He did not have a place to sleep. He walked in the dark looking for options and unfortunately, A thief stole his empty purse with his ID. The thief was badly hit by a car in high speed as he fled and died without his body being identified. Only the bag containing the identity card served as a marker. The next day the news spread quickly around that he (the Man) had died. 2,500 people posted on his Facebook wall how they knew him and how kind he was. A committee was formed by his"faithful" friends who raised #7,500.000 to feed people at his funeral. His work colleagues organized themselves and brought #11.5m for the coffin, the tents and the chairs. He had to be buried in a coffin worth #3,500.000 but as they hastily bouht it there was a man who sold it to them for #2.000,000 saying it was his contribution. The family met again, it was a rare opportunity for the family to meet again. Then there was a sitting. For the funeral, the family contributed #4,000,000. Everyone wanted to volunteer to show that they were participating. They printed t-shirts and polos for more than #850,000. Now imagine the scene when he decided to show himself up on the day of his burial... While everyone run helter skelter thinking they'd seen a ghost, the man felt embittered, seeing how both family and friends that abandoned him at his darkest hours, extravagantly spent all they had, on mere carcass... So is life today, A sad reality but part of our daily lives. It will surprise you to learn that bulk of all those who talk about how much they love the deceased on burial days, are those who never showed him care and love, when he was alive. Yet, they'll talk from Lagos to abuja, how much they loved him. When a family member is in dire financial need, nobody will help...but the moment he's dead, money will come from all hidings...🤔 Help your brother/sister when he/she needs you. Do not wait for their death to show them your love. It will not help them. #Discipline #loveONEanother #nakupenda

My Only Crime Was Being a Slim Girl Sitting beneath the silver glow of the moon, Anita exhaled softly, fighting back the tears swelling in her eyes. She ran a hand through her thick, curly hair as her mind drifted back to the events of the day. The morning had started with a wave of nausea—it felt like her period was around the corner. “Ugh,” she groaned, stepping carefully down the brown wooden staircase. Her family was already seated at the breakfast table. “Good morning, everyone,” she greeted quietly, sliding into the seat beside her father. “I feel sick,” she muttered. “Well, if you ate more, maybe you wouldn’t feel that way. Look at you—you’re all bones and skeleton,” her sister Janice said, casually. The room fell silent. “Janice!” their mother snapped, eyes wide. “That’s a very rude thing to say to your younger sister. Apologize now.” She passed the golden Penny butter to Anita, whose face had already fallen. “I’m sorry. I was only joking. Anita knows that,” Janice mumbled with a nervous chuckle. Anita forced a smile and shrugged, but those words clung to her like a shadow. The rest of the day dragged by. She kept to herself, brushing off her friends’ attempts to cheer her up. At school, things only got worse. Amarachi, the class bully, didn’t hold back. “Anita, this your cloth no fit you at all. You be like broom wey dem dress up. You sure say breeze no go carry you one day?” she sneered. Laughter exploded around her. Anita didn’t flinch, but her heart did. Now, under the calm night sky, Anita sat in silence. She licked her lips, wondering why the world could be so cruel to someone who had done nothing wrong—except exist in her own skin. But as the breeze touched her cheek, she made a silent vow: she would no longer give anyone the power to define her worth. No more shrinking back. No more tears. No more allowing people to body-shame her into silence. She would love herself—slim body and all. Her only crime was being a slim girl. And that was no crime at all. --- Dear Reader, Have you ever been judged or body-shamed for being too slim, too fat, too short, too tall—just too something? You're not alone. Let’s speak up and lift each other. Drop a comment below if you've ever experienced body shaming and how you overcame it. Tag someone who needs to hear this. Share to spread love, not judgment. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchinenyenwaalex