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Figure out why you are where you are at the moment! Give your very best there and nothing less. #Nakupenda #Stephenjesse #Love #Discipline

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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

Takes on the story of the 10 virgins 1.) Be prepared for anything that comes in life just as the wise 5 were prepared for the master 2.) Be vigilant so that life wouldn't take you unaware #discipline

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The Character. The Habit. The You. At the end of the day, what really follows us isn’t just what we’ve said or achieved—it’s who we’ve become. The character we have lived. The habit we have formed. The you that played the role. Our character is the unseen voice that speaks for us even in our absence. It’s not built in the spotlight, it’s forged in the quiet, private choices we make when no one is watching us. Our habits? Well, as we know it is the small, repetitive steps that shape our direction. They either grow us or ground us. Build us or break us. We don’t rise to the level of our dreams by just dreaming—we fall to the level of our discipline. The rigorous process that forms that very habit. And then there’s you 🙃! The version of yourself you’re becoming daily. Not the curated one for others, but the raw, real one. The one who’s learning, failing, showing up, healing, becoming. So don’t just work on what you do; work on who you are. Because eventually, the life you live will reflect the character, the habit, and the you, that you’ve built over time. #GodsGeneration #spreadthelove

#Discipline #nakupenda SHE WAS 8 YEARS OLD WHEN THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY AN 80-YEAR-OLD MAN AND THIS HAPPENED She was only eight. She still played with dolls, still chased butterflies barefoot in the dusty yard, still slept with her head on her mother’s lap. Her name was Amina, and all she ever wanted was to go to school, eat sweets, and laugh with her younger brother. But one morning, her mother pulled her aside, eyes red, voice trembling. "You are to be married next week." Amina blinked. Married? She thought it meant putting on a pretty dress and playing bride, the way she did with her friends. She didn’t understand why her mother cried harder when she smiled and asked if there would be cake. Her father didn’t explain. He only said, “This will save us all.” The man—Alhaji Umar—was 80 years old, rich, with hands that shook and breath that smelled of bitterness. He had four wives already. The youngest was 40. Now he wanted a fifth, and he wanted Amina. Because her father owed him. Because her father was drowning in debt. Because no one in the village would dare refuse Alhaji Umar. The night before the wedding, Amina asked her mother if she’d be allowed to go back to school afterward. Her mother didn’t answer. She just held her tighter. And when the drums began the next morning, when the guests gathered to dance and eat and celebrate what they thought was a blessing, Amina sat in the middle of the room in a white dress too big for her tiny frame, not knowing she was being led into a nightmare. The marriage was celebrated with loud music. But the silence in Amina’s heart was louder. She didn’t cry during the ceremony. She didn’t cry when she was taken to his house. But she cried when he locked the room that night. She cried when he touched her tiny hand and called her his "new beginning." He didn’t hurt her—not yet. But his eyes did. They looked at her like she wasn’t a child. Like she was property. Days turned into weeks. She didn’t go to school again. She cleaned the house. She sat beside his bed. She listened when he ranted about how none of his sons respected him. She became a shadow in a palace she never asked for. And the worst part? No one came for her. Not her father. Not her mother. They had vanished into the silence of guilt. But one night, when the wind howled and the rain slapped the windows, Amina heard someone at the door. A stranger. Wet, tired, breathing heavily. He said he was Alhaji Umar’s grandson. A university student back from abroad. “Who are you?” he asked, staring at her with confusion. “Why are you wearing a wedding necklace?” “I’m his wife,” she whispered. The boy’s face went pale. That night changed everything. TO BE CONTINUED...

*DEAR PARENTS /GUARDIANS* *"Mohbad" means "I am bad".*_. *His real name was "Ileri Oluwa" meaning "The Promises of God". When he started his music career as a Christian singer, he tagged himself *"Imole" meaning *Light".* *He changed his name to "Mohbad" after carelessly taking a cult leader as a role model*. *Once he got caught in the snare laid by the evil squad, he was murdered before he could retrace his steps.* *Who is your role model?* *His parents are now gnashing their teeth, shifting blames.* *As a parent, how are you raising your own wards /children?* *Children , why on earth would you abandon God?* *"Mohbad" was buried at the age of 27.*😭😭😭 *Few weeks ago, a 19 year old boy was reportedly buried in his father's compound after being shot dead by rival cultists.* *Also,a fresh graduate of a university in Lagos, aged 21 was supposed to follow her parents home after the convocation ceremony, but she insisted on staying back for some wild celebrations.* *By 5 am the following day, she was found dead, half buried without her private parts and her breasts.* *A girl of 18 told her parents that she wanted to go and see her classmate, three hours later, her body was dumped in front of her father's house in a pool of blood, by her Yahoo boyfriend.* *As parents,* *1)When last did you see your children/child in school?(including university,polytechnic, etc).* *2)Who are your child's friends?* *3)Why does your child return home late especially at night?* *4)The hair style, dress, necklace, tattoo, etc, that your child has, what does it mean?* *5)When last did you check your child/ children in their room at night?* *6)What is your child doing or who is he or she calling at midnight?* *7)Why are your child's eyes sometimes red?* *8)What caused changes in his/her voice, itinerary & behavior from time to time?* *9)When last did you check the bag he/she is carrying up & down?* *10)When last did you check his/her phone,under the bed,his/her wardrobe?* *11)What caused the wound on his/her body?* *12)Why the very long fingernails?* *13)What causes the strange body odour?* *14)What type of iced drink do they prefer?* *15)Why is he/she not eating mum's food, always saying 'am ok'?* *16)If the family is going out together, why saying, 'go, I will meet you'?* *17)Do you take time to check the movie he/she is viewing on TV?* *18)Who visits when he/she is alone and why?* *19)Why is he talking to you looking down hiding his face?* *20)Why is your child so frightful especially if he/she wasn't like that before now?* *PLEASE CHECK* *Is your child in danger because you are INSENSITIVE*? *When you spoil your child you send him/ her to early grave.* *When you don't discipline, you are preparing for a monumental shocker.* *May the Almighty God not let us know the grave of our children.* *May we not be victims of our child's early or sudden death.* *May we not end our lives in regrets.* *May God in His Infinite mercy continue to deliver us from wicked and unreasonable forces.* #AMEN TO ALL SUPPLICATIONS. #prayers #Discipline #nakupenda

*It takes just one person to destroy a group.* #Do not be that person.* # Be a builder.* *𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱s 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 o𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆.* *𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 N𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲.* *𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆...*✍ #nakupenda #Discipline

#Discipline#Good morning peeps,wish you all a lovely day 💕

Happy 1st birthday, my little one! You've brought so much joy into our lives. May your first year be filled with endless smiles and adventure, and may this next year be even brighter." #Happybirthday #MAYBOY #Discipline #nakupenda

#Discipline THE SECRET OF A SLAY QUEEN WHO ONLY SLEEPS WITH MAD MEN Her name was Maliya—fierce, bold, unapologetically beautiful. On the outside, she was every man’s fantasy and every woman’s envy. Slay queen by title, heartbreaker by reputation. But what nobody knew was that behind her polished nails, heavy makeup, and thousand-dollar shoes was a twisted obsession—one that could ruin her life forever. Maliya didn’t sleep with rich politicians, or musicians, or sugar daddies. No. Her secret desire was far darker. She only felt true lust for men society called “mad.” The street wanderers. The mentally unstable. The forgotten souls. The kind who talked to the air, laughed at nothing, and roamed in tattered rags. She believed madness held a kind of freedom no rich man could ever give her. At night, when her friends were clubbing or posting half-naked pictures online, Maliya would sneak out in disguise. She wore an oversized hoodie, no makeup, just a scarf. She’d go behind the abandoned rail tracks where she knew one of them always slept. His name was Dogo. People said he had once been a brilliant university professor before something snapped in his head. Now he danced naked in the streets and barked like a dog. But to Maliya, Dogo was beautiful. She brought him food, bathed him, whispered to him, and made love to him like he was a king. And the terrifying part? He remembered her name. Every single time. “Maliya,” he would say, looking into her soul with eyes that once knew more than the world allowed. “They’ll never understand you, but I do.” She thought no one knew. Until one day, her closest friend, Anita, followed her. Anita had always suspected something strange about Maliya’s behavior. So when she saw Maliya sneaking behind the slums, she trailed her—and what she found left her speechless. Maliya on her knees, feeding a mad man with such devotion it almost looked holy. Anita tried to confront her. “Are you sick in the head? What if someone finds out? Your brand, your endorsements, your family—everything will be gone!” Maliya didn’t flinch. “I’m already gone, Anita. I’ve been gone since I was twelve and I watched my stepfather beat my mother to death and everyone called him a pastor. Madness feels safer than sanity to me.” Anita backed off. She didn’t understand, but she knew better than to question a pain she couldn’t imagine. But secrets don’t stay buried. A vlogger spotted Maliya a few days later, in her disguise, embracing another mad man near the river. The video went viral within hours. “Famous Slay Queen Seen Kissing Lunatic,” the headlines read. Her followers dropped. Brands cut ties. Her family disowned her. But strangely, she didn’t cry. She laughed. Laughed louder than ever before. Because now—finally—she didn’t have to hide. She took Dogo and two other mad men, moved into a remote area outside the city, and built a shelter for the mentally ill. She named it “The Free Mind.” But what she didn’t know was that one of the men she loved—one of the supposed “mad” men—wasn’t mad at all. He was a billionaire’s son hiding from a murderous conspiracy. And everything was about to change. To be continued.... Written by Real Life Stories Follow Bleeding pen for more