• #TABITHA NEVER STOPS_PLAYING, OTHER_SONGS, ALSO @:- https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy
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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...
    #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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  • THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana

    Have you ever wondered …
    How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa?

    Let me tell you a story.

    So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered.

    That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned.

    They didn’t sit down and complain.
    They started again.
    From scratch. From the ground up.

    That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi.

    But they didn’t do it alone.
    They used a system, one powerful principle:

    “Never Leave Your Brother.”

    If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop.

    Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside.

    They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind."

    This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy.

    They built communities.
    They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi).
    They lifted each other from trenches to triumph.
    They created chains of value - and chains of trust.

    And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana

    He started small - one nightclub in Abuja.
    But he didn’t rise alone.
    He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him.

    Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment
    it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth.

    Now His 50th birthday was a blast.

    From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage .

    You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ?

    He is Igbo right ?

    He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch.

    That’s the Igbo system.
    Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother.

    That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community.

    That's how the Igbos grow

    That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa

    As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man.

    I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth.

    If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself:

    Are you lifting others as you rise?

    Are you creating value or just chasing money?

    Are you building a system, or are you walking alone?

    Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal.

    Obi Cubana didn’t just make money.
    He made men. He made systems. He made history.

    And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship.

    Start now to build men.

    #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou
    THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana Have you ever wondered … How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa? Let me tell you a story. So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered. That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned. They didn’t sit down and complain. They started again. From scratch. From the ground up. That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi. But they didn’t do it alone. They used a system, one powerful principle: “Never Leave Your Brother.” If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop. Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside. They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind." This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy. They built communities. They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi). They lifted each other from trenches to triumph. They created chains of value - and chains of trust. And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana He started small - one nightclub in Abuja. But he didn’t rise alone. He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him. Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth. Now His 50th birthday was a blast. From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage . You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ? He is Igbo right ? He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch. That’s the Igbo system. Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother. That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community. That's how the Igbos grow ❤️ That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man. I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth. If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself: Are you lifting others as you rise? Are you creating value or just chasing money? Are you building a system, or are you walking alone? Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal. Obi Cubana didn’t just make money. He made men. He made systems. He made history. And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship. Start now to build men. #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou
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  • U hoeft niet de juiste machtiging voor toegang tot dit
  • 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 #grateful #teamB #sarahdalandlady
    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 #grateful #teamB #sarahdalandlady
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  • Now Playing @:- https://songwhip.com/goldfy
    Now Playing @:- https://songwhip.com/goldfy
    #GIB available,Now-Playing @:~ https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy
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  • Available @:~ https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy/tabitha
    #Nowplaying
    Available @:~ https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy/tabitha #Nowplaying
    #LISTEN TO "TABITHA" -BY-GOLDFLYBOY @:~https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy/tabitha
    #OUTNOW #NOWPLAYING #NOWSTREAMING #LATEST #BREAKINGNEWS
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  • Another predictable night plays out in the Champions League...#UCL
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  • 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
    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
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  • Speed = Love. Optimize Your Images!

    Slow websites push visitors away. Want your users to feel the love? Compress your images!

    Here’s how:

    Use modern formats like WebP

    Resize images to match display size

    Tools like TinyPNG, ImageOptim, or built-in Next.js optimizations can help

    Lazy-load offscreen images with loading="lazy"

    Tip of the Day: A fast site isn't just good UX — it's good SEO too!

    #knowledge
    #WebDevSaturday #FrontendLove #WebsiteSpeedMatters
    #gbemiking
    Speed = Love. Optimize Your Images! Slow websites push visitors away. Want your users to feel the love? Compress your images! Here’s how: Use modern formats like WebP Resize images to match display size Tools like TinyPNG, ImageOptim, or built-in Next.js optimizations can help Lazy-load offscreen images with loading="lazy" Tip of the Day: A fast site isn't just good UX — it's good SEO too! #knowledge #WebDevSaturday #FrontendLove #WebsiteSpeedMatters #gbemiking
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  • #LISTEN TO "TABITHA" -BY-GOLDFLYBOY @:~https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy/tabitha
    #OUTNOW #NOWPLAYING #NOWSTREAMING #LATEST #BREAKINGNEWS
    #LISTEN TO "TABITHA" -BY-GOLDFLYBOY @:~👇https://songwhip.com/goldflyboy/tabitha #OUTNOW #NOWPLAYING #NOWSTREAMING #LATEST #BREAKINGNEWS
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