• FROM ANOTHER PLATFORM

    By Obi Nwakanma

    And I hear you, bro. But think about it: from 1970- 1979, the generation of the Igbo who had fought and funded the war, were not talking of marginalization. They took on the task of restoration. I remember the story the late Mbazulike Amaechi told me when I once visited him in Ukpor. At the end of the war, the Igbo business elite who had been in PH, and whose property had been forcibly acquired by the new government in Rivers state went to Asika to intervene. Asika sat with them and urged them to seek the intervention of the courts and make this a seminal case on the defense of Igbo property rights in Nigeria. He did not want to seem to put undue pressure in a very sensitive time on the government of Rivers state. The Igbo were being harassed and stopped from work and resuming their life in PH. Asika encouraged them to seek the legal benefits of Awolowo who was the most powerful politician in government at the time. These Igbo businessmen met Awo, in Lagos, and after he heard them, Awo demanded that they go and pay 1 million pounds into his Chambers account, before he would could take on their plea. The Igbo business men asked Awo where he thought they could get one million pounds, having just come out of a devastating war. He said it was their business and dismissed them. The men later met in ZC Obi’s home, and after rounds and rounds of discussions, they agreed at ZC Obi’s urging, that they would no longer pursue the matter. ZC Obi said, “ let us ge back to work. Let us send our young men back to work. We shall build Aba until it gets into Port Harcourt, and no one will know the difference.” And that was precisely what they set out to do, and were about accomplishing that feat up till 1987. By 1979, the Igbo were powerful enough to ge a serious factor in Nigerian politics. Between 1979-83, the Igbo were not talking about marginalization. They were engaged in restoration . Mbakwe had asked Ihechukwu Madubuike as minister for education, to place as priority the establishment of another federal university in Igbo land. Thus FUTO in 1980. Between he and Jim Nwobodo, they launched an industrial policy that quickly turned the East once more into an active economic belt. They did not wait for the federal government. Imo state University and Anambra state university of Technology were the first state universities to be established under the state laws. I was reading the Imo State University Act that established the charter of the old Imo state university the other day, and I am still utterly impressed by the quality and precision of thought that went into organizing that university under the inimitable MJC Echeruo, one of Igbo lands sharpest minds of the 20th century. The same goes for ASUTHEC. Nwobodo went specifically to Harvard to make Prof Kenneth **** to return to Enugu and establish ASUTHEC. Now, compare that Igbo, to this generation of the Akalogoli. Mbakwe took Shagari specifically to Ndiegoro, in Aba, wept publicly with dramatic impact , and forced Shagari to promise to establish the ecological fund to deal with places like Ndiegoro in Igbo land. He compelled Shagari to understand that Gas and Petroleum were abundant natural resources from Imo state, and that Imo deserved and must be given new shares/ consideration , if the federal did not want Imo to sue, and even begin to raise questions about the federal government’s s seizure of Eastern Nigerias oil and gas investments, like the PH refinery for which no compensation has even to this day, been paid. Mbakwe pushed the oil issue and said to Shagari that the proposed Petrochemical Plant must be located in Imo, otherwise he would begin to build the Imo Petrochemical Industries himself . The grounds had been cleared by October 1983, and work started at the Imo Petrochemical Plant at Izombe by the time the military struck on Dec. 31, 1983. It was Buhari who later relocated that plant to Eleme. Mbakwe began the first Independent Power company with the Amaraku power station under Alex Emeziem at the Ministry of Utilities. The father of my high school buddy at the Government College Umuahia was the project manager who designed and installed the power station at Amaraku and had begun work at the Izombe Gas power station; all with engineers and technicians from the Imo state ministries of work and public utilities. They did not go to China to sign a contract. They just went to South Korea to procure the parts they designed and which they installed themselves! By 1981/2 most towns in Imo state had electricity under the Imo state Rural Electrification project. Same with the Five Zonal water project under the Mbakwe program. The project manager was Engineer Ebiringa. They did not go to China or America or wait for the federal government. 85% of the Imo Water project had been completed by the time the soldiers struck. There are still giant iron pipes buried underground in almost all the towns in the old Imo state under that project which was designed to give Imo the first constant, clean water of any state of Nigeria. Only a phase of the Owerri water project was completed by the time Mbakwe was kicked out of office, but even so, Owerri had the cleanest, most regular water of any city in Nigeria. Imo organized her public schools. Imo organized a first class public health system. My own father was commissioned under the Health Management board as the government’s Chief Health Statician, to conduct the first broad epidemiological survey of Imo state in 1982. I saw him at work. They were serious and professional men, who took their duties very seriously because they were highly trained. The Imo state civil service was possibly the finest civil service in West Africa; finer than the federal service, because they had a
    highly selected and well trained pool of civil servants who delivered value to the people. They were not talking about marginalization. You may say what you like today about Jim Nwobodo, but he started the independent satellite newspaper In Enugu, which balanced the story coming out of Lagos. No one was talking about marginalization until Chuba Okadigbo, rightly used that word to decribe the way the federal military government of Nigeria was treating the Igbo, in terms of access to real power. There were not enough Igbo officers represented in the organograms of the military governments, and yes, that word was apt, in that ****** . But we have taken it too far, and turned it into an excuse for our intellectual and political indolence. The Igbo have waited for their comeuppance on Nigeria, but **** ain’t happening. Nigeria is moving on without us, for better or worse. We must now recalibrate and engage. Let us use the final gas in our tanks, all of us now, between 55-75 years, to complete the work of restoration which the last generation began but which we have abandoned because we dropped the ball. We may weep all we want and complain that Nigeria is unfair, but the universe is indifferent. I dare say, Nigeria actually has no capacity to marginalize the Igbo. We better stop marginalizing ourselves or risk our children and their children inheriting the slave’s mentality!! That’s the danger we court with this story of Igbo marginality, which is actually self imposed, and self indulgent!

    I pray we rise again!!!!
    Happy New Month to us all!!!
    #Discipline
    FROM ANOTHER PLATFORM By Obi Nwakanma And I hear you, bro. But think about it: from 1970- 1979, the generation of the Igbo who had fought and funded the war, were not talking of marginalization. They took on the task of restoration. I remember the story the late Mbazulike Amaechi told me when I once visited him in Ukpor. At the end of the war, the Igbo business elite who had been in PH, and whose property had been forcibly acquired by the new government in Rivers state went to Asika to intervene. Asika sat with them and urged them to seek the intervention of the courts and make this a seminal case on the defense of Igbo property rights in Nigeria. He did not want to seem to put undue pressure in a very sensitive time on the government of Rivers state. The Igbo were being harassed and stopped from work and resuming their life in PH. Asika encouraged them to seek the legal benefits of Awolowo who was the most powerful politician in government at the time. These Igbo businessmen met Awo, in Lagos, and after he heard them, Awo demanded that they go and pay 1 million pounds into his Chambers account, before he would could take on their plea. The Igbo business men asked Awo where he thought they could get one million pounds, having just come out of a devastating war. He said it was their business and dismissed them. The men later met in ZC Obi’s home, and after rounds and rounds of discussions, they agreed at ZC Obi’s urging, that they would no longer pursue the matter. ZC Obi said, “ let us ge back to work. Let us send our young men back to work. We shall build Aba until it gets into Port Harcourt, and no one will know the difference.” And that was precisely what they set out to do, and were about accomplishing that feat up till 1987. By 1979, the Igbo were powerful enough to ge a serious factor in Nigerian politics. Between 1979-83, the Igbo were not talking about marginalization. They were engaged in restoration . Mbakwe had asked Ihechukwu Madubuike as minister for education, to place as priority the establishment of another federal university in Igbo land. Thus FUTO in 1980. Between he and Jim Nwobodo, they launched an industrial policy that quickly turned the East once more into an active economic belt. They did not wait for the federal government. Imo state University and Anambra state university of Technology were the first state universities to be established under the state laws. I was reading the Imo State University Act that established the charter of the old Imo state university the other day, and I am still utterly impressed by the quality and precision of thought that went into organizing that university under the inimitable MJC Echeruo, one of Igbo lands sharpest minds of the 20th century. The same goes for ASUTHEC. Nwobodo went specifically to Harvard to make Prof Kenneth Dike to return to Enugu and establish ASUTHEC. Now, compare that Igbo, to this generation of the Akalogoli. Mbakwe took Shagari specifically to Ndiegoro, in Aba, wept publicly with dramatic impact , and forced Shagari to promise to establish the ecological fund to deal with places like Ndiegoro in Igbo land. He compelled Shagari to understand that Gas and Petroleum were abundant natural resources from Imo state, and that Imo deserved and must be given new shares/ consideration , if the federal did not want Imo to sue, and even begin to raise questions about the federal government’s s seizure of Eastern Nigerias oil and gas investments, like the PH refinery for which no compensation has even to this day, been paid. Mbakwe pushed the oil issue and said to Shagari that the proposed Petrochemical Plant must be located in Imo, otherwise he would begin to build the Imo Petrochemical Industries himself . The grounds had been cleared by October 1983, and work started at the Imo Petrochemical Plant at Izombe by the time the military struck on Dec. 31, 1983. It was Buhari who later relocated that plant to Eleme. Mbakwe began the first Independent Power company with the Amaraku power station under Alex Emeziem at the Ministry of Utilities. The father of my high school buddy at the Government College Umuahia was the project manager who designed and installed the power station at Amaraku and had begun work at the Izombe Gas power station; all with engineers and technicians from the Imo state ministries of work and public utilities. They did not go to China to sign a contract. They just went to South Korea to procure the parts they designed and which they installed themselves! By 1981/2 most towns in Imo state had electricity under the Imo state Rural Electrification project. Same with the Five Zonal water project under the Mbakwe program. The project manager was Engineer Ebiringa. They did not go to China or America or wait for the federal government. 85% of the Imo Water project had been completed by the time the soldiers struck. There are still giant iron pipes buried underground in almost all the towns in the old Imo state under that project which was designed to give Imo the first constant, clean water of any state of Nigeria. Only a phase of the Owerri water project was completed by the time Mbakwe was kicked out of office, but even so, Owerri had the cleanest, most regular water of any city in Nigeria. Imo organized her public schools. Imo organized a first class public health system. My own father was commissioned under the Health Management board as the government’s Chief Health Statician, to conduct the first broad epidemiological survey of Imo state in 1982. I saw him at work. They were serious and professional men, who took their duties very seriously because they were highly trained. The Imo state civil service was possibly the finest civil service in West Africa; finer than the federal service, because they had a highly selected and well trained pool of civil servants who delivered value to the people. They were not talking about marginalization. You may say what you like today about Jim Nwobodo, but he started the independent satellite newspaper In Enugu, which balanced the story coming out of Lagos. No one was talking about marginalization until Chuba Okadigbo, rightly used that word to decribe the way the federal military government of Nigeria was treating the Igbo, in terms of access to real power. There were not enough Igbo officers represented in the organograms of the military governments, and yes, that word was apt, in that period . But we have taken it too far, and turned it into an excuse for our intellectual and political indolence. The Igbo have waited for their comeuppance on Nigeria, but shit ain’t happening. Nigeria is moving on without us, for better or worse. We must now recalibrate and engage. Let us use the final gas in our tanks, all of us now, between 55-75 years, to complete the work of restoration which the last generation began but which we have abandoned because we dropped the ball. We may weep all we want and complain that Nigeria is unfair, but the universe is indifferent. I dare say, Nigeria actually has no capacity to marginalize the Igbo. We better stop marginalizing ourselves or risk our children and their children inheriting the slave’s mentality!! That’s the danger we court with this story of Igbo marginality, which is actually self imposed, and self indulgent! I pray we rise again!!!! Happy New Month to us all!!! #Discipline
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  • Who remembers?
    Are you among those who did this before entering Primary School?
    But recently, parents send their children to school at 8months or 1 year. Most children didn't learn the basics...greetings.
    A child's education starts at home. That's why we have especially these generation children who see people and walk pass, who are afraid to do daily chores at home, lacks character, dignity and respect.
    Make I stop here before vex go catch me...lol
    #Paddylay
    #Passion
    Who remembers? Are you among those who did this before entering Primary School? But recently, parents send their children to school at 8months or 1 year. Most children didn't learn the basics...greetings. A child's education starts at home. That's why we have especially these generation children who see people and walk pass, who are afraid to do daily chores at home, lacks character, dignity and respect. Make I stop here before vex go catch me...lol #Paddylay #Passion
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  • SOMETHING SHOCKING HAPPENED TODAY. (Nor be everybodi ok o)

    I went to Air-force base in Ikeja today to see a colleague. So when I was going, I enter a bus to oshodi,

    When the car moved , I asked the conductor how much "He said 500" I said I paid but I paid 300naira while coming, why the sudden new high price?? And he started abusing and calling me Oloriburuku, ashawo, you don't have money you dey enter motor.

    People in the bus were surprised and started wondering if he knows me before or we have personal issues.

    At that moment, I was already boiling inside me but I tried as much as I can to control my emotions and remain calm.🤦🏼‍♀️

    After everything the driver intervened and calmed situation.

    When we got to Oshodi, the conductor jumped out of the bus (the way they use to) and he immediately slumped on the ground .

    Knowing that something is wrong, I rushed to apply CPR on him but he wasn't responding, so the driver rushed him to the hospital, which I and of the passengers followed him.

    When we got to the hospital, the doctor checked him and said he had a heart attack and his pulse stopped before we came.

    We sympathize with the driver and went our separate ways.

    As I got home, my head was full of different thoughts, "What if I had threatening him? What if I reacted when he was abusing me.?

    One thing we all should learn from this is how to control our emotions no matter the provocation.

    No matter the provocation, don't beat or threaten anyone, you can doesn't mean you should, not everybody is alive out there

    There are many walking corpse out there looking for who will klll them, learn from this so that you won't become a victim.
    Copied
    #chinosky
    #grace
    SOMETHING SHOCKING HAPPENED TODAY. (Nor be everybodi ok o) I went to Air-force base in Ikeja today to see a colleague. So when I was going, I enter a bus to oshodi, When the car moved , I asked the conductor how much "He said 500" I said I paid but I paid 300naira while coming, why the sudden new high price?? And he started abusing and calling me Oloriburuku, ashawo, you don't have money you dey enter motor.😳 People in the bus were surprised and started wondering if he knows me before or we have personal issues.😀 At that moment, I was already boiling inside me😡 but I tried as much as I can to control my emotions and remain calm.🤦🏼‍♀️ After everything the driver intervened and calmed situation. 🙏 When we got to Oshodi, the conductor jumped out of the bus (the way they use to) and he immediately slumped on the ground 😳. Knowing that something is wrong, I rushed to apply CPR on him but he wasn't responding, so the driver rushed him to the hospital, which I and of the passengers followed him. When we got to the hospital, the doctor checked him and said he had a heart attack and his pulse stopped before we came. 💔 We sympathize with the driver and went our separate ways.🥺 As I got home, my head was full of different thoughts,🤔 "What if I had threatening him? What if I reacted when he was abusing me.?🙆 One thing we all should learn from this is how to control our emotions no matter the provocation.✍️ No matter the provocation, don't beat or threaten anyone, you can doesn't mean you should, not everybody is alive out there‼️ There are many walking corpse out there looking for who will klll them, learn from this so that you won't become a victim. Copied #chinosky #grace
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  • We go harder or go home!!!

    #discipline
    We go harder or go home!!! #discipline
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  • KAI, THIS WORLD SHOULD JUST END. I AM SHOCKED Oh , OTUKPO

    Mrs Ikpi travelled out of Otukpo for an official duty to Makurdi.

    She was expected to spend 6 days but as fate would have it, the programme only took 2 days. Since she could not reach her husband on phone because of poor network in Makurdi, she decided to return home unannounced.

    At home, her children told her that their father had a female visitor the moment she left and that the lady has been with them since then.

    On hearing this,she became so furious and jealous.

    Learning the lady was in the visitor's room, she peepped: loi and behold, the lady was there; even putting on her wrapper. She quietly went to the kitchen and boiled water in her very big kettle. As the water was boiling, her husband drove in.

    The husband went straight to the visitor's room calling out: 'MY LOVE I'm home.' not knowing his wife was also around.

    The wife was even more angered when she heard that and said to herself 'today, you will bele full.

    She took the hot water she boiled in a very big kettle which had already reached 100% degree centigrade and made very Big eba (ÈBÀ) and Okoho soup for her Husband, Herself and the Mother In-Law in the Guest room to eat, while her children ate Noddles.
    Imagine the heights of your Standing And the readiness 0f Ur Mind at the woman's Action hmmm. ..

    IT IS WELL...

    GOD WILL HELP Us
    What where you think while reading this story?
    #olufadderomi
    #grace
    KAI, THIS WORLD SHOULD JUST END. I AM SHOCKED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Oh , OTUKPO Mrs Ikpi travelled out of Otukpo for an official duty to Makurdi. She was expected to spend 6 days but as fate would have it, the programme only took 2 days. Since she could not reach her husband on phone because of poor network in Makurdi, she decided to return home unannounced. At home, her children told her that their father had a female visitor the moment she left and that the lady has been with them since then. On hearing this,she became so furious and jealous. Learning the lady was in the visitor's room, she peepped: loi and behold, the lady was there; even putting on her wrapper. She quietly went to the kitchen and boiled water in her very big kettle. As the water was boiling, her husband drove in. The husband went straight to the visitor's room calling out: 'MY LOVE I'm home.' not knowing his wife was also around. The wife was even more angered when she heard that and said to herself 'today, you will bele full. She took the hot water she boiled in a very big kettle which had already reached 100% degree centigrade and made very Big eba (ÈBÀ) and Okoho soup for her Husband, Herself and the Mother In-Law in the Guest room to eat, while her children ate Noddles. Imagine the heights of your Standing 👂 And the readiness 0f Ur Mind at the woman's Action hmmm. .. IT IS WELL... GOD WILL HELP Us What where you think while reading this story? #olufadderomi #grace
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  • *THIS IS LIFE*
    You arrived naked, you will pass out naked.
    You arrived without goods or money, you will pass out without goods or money.
    Your first bath?, someone has washed you, your last bath?, someone will wash you.
    Why so much *malice* ?
    Why so much *hate* ?
    Why so much *envy* ?
    Why so much *spite* ?
    Why so much *resentiment* ?
    Why so much backbite?
    Why so much jealousy?
    Why so much selfishness?
    Let's be good to each other.
    Let's do the right things.
    This earth is market, we are all going back home.
    We have limited time on earth.
    DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME ON USELESS THINGS.

    ALSO USE UR TIME TO INVITE UR PEOPLE TO JOIN NAKUPENDA
    #happiness
    #AWESOMEGOD
    *THIS IS LIFE* You arrived naked, you will pass out naked. You arrived without goods or money, you will pass out without goods or money. Your first bath?, someone has washed you, your last bath?, someone will wash you. Why so much *malice* ? Why so much *hate* ? Why so much *envy* ? Why so much *spite* ? Why so much *resentiment* ? Why so much backbite? Why so much jealousy? Why so much selfishness? Let's be good to each other. Let's do the right things. This earth is market, we are all going back home. We have limited time on earth. DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME ON USELESS THINGS. ALSO USE UR TIME TO INVITE UR PEOPLE TO JOIN NAKUPENDA 🥰 #happiness #AWESOMEGOD
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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.


    ---

    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
    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. --- 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
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  • A great continent like Africa is home to millions of young people who can't afford a decent lifestyle.

    How can these young people change these narratives for themselves? Is technology a path for redemption or should they depend on their governments to rescue them? What are your thoughts?
    A great continent like Africa is home to millions of young people who can't afford a decent lifestyle. How can these young people change these narratives for themselves? Is technology a path for redemption or should they depend on their governments to rescue them? What are your thoughts?
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  • To the woman who feels invisible in her own home…
    Who gives and gives — and still feels like it’s never enough…
    Who shows up every day with love, patience, and quiet strength — but is met with cold eyes or silence…

    Let me tell you this:
    You are not too emotional. You are not too sensitive.
    You are not the problem.
    You are simply a light in a place that refuses to see you shine.

    You were never meant to be someone’s emotional punching bag.
    You were created for more than survival.
    You deserve warmth, kindness, peace — not just duty.
    Your voice matters. Your dreams matter. You matter.

    I know it’s hard.
    I know some days you feel like fading into the background.
    But please — don’t give up on yourself.

    One day soon, you will rise.
    Not because someone saved you,
    But because you remembered who you are.
    And that is when your true life will begin.

    #MarriageStruggles #TiredWife #SilentPain
    #EmotionalNeglect #ChristianWomanHealing
    #FaithAndFreedom
    To the woman who feels invisible in her own home… Who gives and gives — and still feels like it’s never enough… Who shows up every day with love, patience, and quiet strength — but is met with cold eyes or silence… Let me tell you this: You are not too emotional. You are not too sensitive. You are not the problem. You are simply a light in a place that refuses to see you shine. You were never meant to be someone’s emotional punching bag. You were created for more than survival. You deserve warmth, kindness, peace — not just duty. Your voice matters. Your dreams matter. You matter. I know it’s hard. I know some days you feel like fading into the background. But please — don’t give up on yourself. One day soon, you will rise. Not because someone saved you, But because you remembered who you are. And that is when your true life will begin. #MarriageStruggles #TiredWife #SilentPain #EmotionalNeglect #ChristianWomanHealing #FaithAndFreedom
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  • School fees for my two children.
    0% $0 gespendet von $1000
    My two children just resumed school and I really need to pay their school fees for first term, second and now third term.

    If I don't pay, it might affect their education and they will be sent back home.

    Kindly help with any amount as the Spirit leads. Thank you.
    My two children just resumed school and I really need to pay their school fees for first term, second and now third term. If I don't pay, it might affect their education and they will be sent back home. Kindly help with any amount as the Spirit leads. Thank you.
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  • #dreamsandinterpretation#

    What Does Eating In The Dream Mean? In Matt 13:25, 2 Timothy 2:21, …If a man therefore purge himself from these..Eating in the dream can have a negative effect on your destiny. To eat in the dream generally signify sickness. For example, a person who sees himself eating in the dream would find it very difficult to have financial savings and prosper with it. When you eats, it goes down into your system. In the case of this dream, it penetrates into your body to cause serious breakdown of progress and introduces delay. Take for instance, if you come from a bad foundation, or perhaps you are from a polygamous home, there is a possibility that this dream can constitute a serious burden to the fulfillment of your dreams. This might indicates that the more you pray against it the more the familiar spirits will be waging battles against you. Maybe you see where food is being shared to you in the dream, if that’s the case, then it symbolizes bewitchment, poison, and pollution. Do you suspect someone giving you a poisonous food? In another meaning, it also signifies that you have been initiated into witchcraft through food. If you refuse to eat the food then consider yourself a victorious child of God as it shows the Holy Spirit has saved you from danger, struggle and troubles prepared for you by your enemies. There are many factors that can indicate you having this dream recurring. If your parents are enemies to you, or there are strong evil patterns in your family, your chances of having food in your dream is very high. Think about where you are in your life and see if there are any possible breakthrough in the near future. Eating food in the dream may also represent spiritual weakness, chronic disappointments and financial loss. If your child eats in the dream , it could indicates death, slow growth, dullness in his or her career. Eating in the dream is a gateway to demonic institute. Fast and pray for 7 days 6am to 6pm, rise up in the midnight to cast out the evil deposits. Pray with Psalm 51:7. Always cover yourself with the blood of Jesus. Use water as a form of blood of Jesus and declare this: I drink the blood of Jesus.




    #dreamsandinterpretation# What Does Eating In The Dream Mean? In Matt 13:25, 2 Timothy 2:21, …If a man therefore purge himself from these..Eating in the dream can have a negative effect on your destiny. To eat in the dream generally signify sickness. For example, a person who sees himself eating in the dream would find it very difficult to have financial savings and prosper with it. When you eats, it goes down into your system. In the case of this dream, it penetrates into your body to cause serious breakdown of progress and introduces delay. Take for instance, if you come from a bad foundation, or perhaps you are from a polygamous home, there is a possibility that this dream can constitute a serious burden to the fulfillment of your dreams. This might indicates that the more you pray against it the more the familiar spirits will be waging battles against you. Maybe you see where food is being shared to you in the dream, if that’s the case, then it symbolizes bewitchment, poison, and pollution. Do you suspect someone giving you a poisonous food? In another meaning, it also signifies that you have been initiated into witchcraft through food. If you refuse to eat the food then consider yourself a victorious child of God as it shows the Holy Spirit has saved you from danger, struggle and troubles prepared for you by your enemies. There are many factors that can indicate you having this dream recurring. If your parents are enemies to you, or there are strong evil patterns in your family, your chances of having food in your dream is very high. Think about where you are in your life and see if there are any possible breakthrough in the near future. Eating food in the dream may also represent spiritual weakness, chronic disappointments and financial loss. If your child eats in the dream , it could indicates death, slow growth, dullness in his or her career. Eating in the dream is a gateway to demonic institute. Fast and pray for 7 days 6am to 6pm, rise up in the midnight to cast out the evil deposits. Pray with Psalm 51:7. Always cover yourself with the blood of Jesus. Use water as a form of blood of Jesus and declare this: I drink the blood of Jesus.
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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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