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#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...

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*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

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#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

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