• Everyday is a new reality
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    Everyday is a new reality #happiness #nolimits #evagold
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  • Every day is a new reality
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    Every day is a new reality 👌 #happiness
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  • WE ARE A MIX OF CONTRADICTIONS -
    grieving loss yet hurting those around us, striving for greatness while envying others' success. We're complex, messy, and figuring things out. It's our imperfections that make us perfectly human.

    So can we really do about this?

    #chinosky
    #grace
    WE ARE A MIX OF CONTRADICTIONS - grieving loss yet hurting those around us, striving for greatness while envying others' success. We're complex, messy, and figuring things out. It's our imperfections that make us perfectly human. So can we really do about this? #chinosky #grace
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  • Reality can be beautiful. Let's embrace and share positive energies.
    #Grateful. ESTHER
    Reality can be beautiful. Let's embrace and share positive energies. #Grateful. ESTHER
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  • *How many people have read the parable of 10 Virgins?*

    It doesn't really matter whether you believe it or not. We are not talking of the religious inclination here. Put real life situation to it
    # Happiness # Team A #
    "This story teaches us to be ready at all times because we don't know when opportunity that will elevate us will come."
    *How many people have read the parable of 10 Virgins?* It doesn't really matter whether you believe it or not. We are not talking of the religious inclination here. Put real life situation to it # Happiness # Team A # "This story teaches us to be ready at all times because we don't know when opportunity that will elevate us will come."
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  • Nothing really concern me this ******, you fit post my babe make I say awwwn

    #Knowledge
    #Utom59
    #De_NextVerYou
    Nothing really concern me this period, you fit post my babe make I say awwwn #Knowledge #Utom59 #De_NextVerYou
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  • Dear Lord,

    Thank You for waking me up today and for always being with me, even when things feel tough. You said in Psalm 23 that you are my shepherd you promised that You would supply all my needs, and right now, Lord, I really need You.

    I’m struggling, I don’t have everything I need, but I believe You’re my Provider. You said in Your Word that if You take care of the birds and flowers, You’ll definitely take care of me too, and I’m holding on to that.

    Father, please open doors for me. Send help from where I don’t even expect. Give me favor and opportunities, and bless the works of my hands. I know You are faithful, and I trust You even though it’s hard.

    You’re my Shepherd, and You said I shall not want, Lord: provide for me. Give me peace of mind, strength to keep going, and a breakthrough that will lift this burden off my shoulders.

    Thank You because I know You hear me. I trust Your timing, and I believe You’ll come through.

    In Jesus name,
    Amen 🙏🏽
    Dear Lord, Thank You for waking me up today and for always being with me, even when things feel tough. You said in Psalm 23 that you are my shepherd you promised that You would supply all my needs, and right now, Lord, I really need You. I’m struggling, I don’t have everything I need, but I believe You’re my Provider. You said in Your Word that if You take care of the birds and flowers, You’ll definitely take care of me too, and I’m holding on to that. Father, please open doors for me. Send help from where I don’t even expect. Give me favor and opportunities, and bless the works of my hands. I know You are faithful, and I trust You even though it’s hard. You’re my Shepherd, and You said I shall not want, Lord: provide for me. Give me peace of mind, strength to keep going, and a breakthrough that will lift this burden off my shoulders. Thank You because I know You hear me. I trust Your timing, and I believe You’ll come through. In Jesus name, Amen 🙏🏽
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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....
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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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  • This is heartbreaking. Just shows how quick people are to judge without knowing the full story. May Pelumi’s soul rest in peace. We really need to stop jungle justice, anyone could be the next victim.
    This is heartbreaking. Just shows how quick people are to judge without knowing the full story. May Pelumi’s soul rest in peace. We really need to stop jungle justice, anyone could be the next victim.
    THE DAY PELUMI DIED

    "The shouts of "Thief! Thief!" filled the air. The man being chased ran past a young man who was unaware of what was happening. He was just heading home from an errand, with a half bag of rice on his shoulder and a jar of oil in his hands.

    Without warning, the crowd rushed at him, leaving no room for explanation. The actual thief ran away, but the innocent young man was mistaken for him and attacked. Blows rained down on him, and cutlasses cut him deeper. He opened his mouth to cry out, but another blow landed on his head. He sprawled on the ground, half dead.

    The bag of rice and the jar of oil burst, mixing with his blood, creating a terrifying scene. The crowd fetched a nearby tire and set him on fire within seconds. Before five minutes had passed, some young guys arrived, dragging the real thief with them, only to find an innocent young man already ablaze. They tried to quench the flames and dragged him out of the fire, but the stench of roasted flesh filled the air.

    Pelumi died that day. The thief was taken away by the police, while Pelumi's corpse was left at the scene.

    His mother arrived, looked at her son, and shouted, "Oja, fire of the water serpent, let the blood of my son forever litter your river until you avenge him!"

    I walked home shakily, realizing I could have been killed too. Pelumi was my friend before death took him. I was actually on my way to meet him, just few steps close to him and death embraced him.

    That is how lawless our society Nigeria has become."

    Please share to create awareness against jungle justice in Nigeria and around the world 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿.
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  • Former Manchester United player Aaron Wan-Bissaka has officially switched allegiance from England to DR Congo. He joins a side brimming with talent of the likes of Ipswich's Axel Tuanzebe, Marseilles' Chancelle Mbemba, Brentford's Yoan Wissa and Cedric Bakambu of Real Betis among others. The one thing I can't quite figure out is why despite their unbelievable talent the DRC's team is so abhorrently average.
    #consistency
    Former Manchester United player Aaron Wan-Bissaka has officially switched allegiance from England to DR Congo. He joins a side brimming with talent of the likes of Ipswich's Axel Tuanzebe, Marseilles' Chancelle Mbemba, Brentford's Yoan Wissa and Cedric Bakambu of Real Betis among others. The one thing I can't quite figure out is why despite their unbelievable talent the DRC's team is so abhorrently average. #consistency
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  • The parable of the 10 virgins.

    Like the parable, humans always tend to cry had I known I would have done it better but this was a concrete example of how it really is.

    Preparation met with opportunity is the real deal cause it changes ones life.
    The best time to prepare was yesterday, the second best time is now, so endeavor to prepare to be as the 5 wise that optimized the opportunity they had.

    #Focus
    #preparationiskey
    #happyweekend
    The parable of the 10 virgins. Like the parable, humans always tend to cry had I known I would have done it better but this was a concrete example of how it really is. Preparation met with opportunity is the real deal cause it changes ones life. The best time to prepare was yesterday, the second best time is now, so endeavor to prepare to be as the 5 wise that optimized the opportunity they had. #Focus #preparationiskey #happyweekend
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  • When it’s real you don’t have to tell them how you’d like to be treated,
    #passion
    #fortuneandre
    When it’s real you don’t have to tell them how you’d like to be treated, #passion #fortuneandre
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