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Title: Adira and the Echoes of the Forest In a quiet village nestled between the mountains and the ancient emerald forest, there lived a girl named Adira. She was known for her fierce spirit, untamed curls, and a curiosity that often led her into places others feared to go. The elders whispered that she was touched by the forest—marked by destiny from the day she was born during the rare lunar eclipse known as the “Moon’s Mirror.” Adira often wandered the forest’s edge, listening. The wind spoke in rustles, the birds told stories in song, and the trees... sometimes, they murmured her name. One misty morning, Adira heard something different—a distant hum, like the soft ringing of crystal bells. It came from deep within the woods, far beyond the known trails. She followed the sound, heart thudding not from fear, but from the thrill of the unknown. The deeper she ventured, the stranger the forest became. Trees twisted in shapes that looked like they were reaching for the sky in slow motion, and the air shimmered with tiny lights like fireflies made of moonlight. At last, she came upon a hidden glade. In its center stood a pool of perfectly still water, and on its surface danced the reflections of stars—though the sky above was still morning gray. The hum grew louder, harmonic and beautiful. From the water rose a figure made of liquid light. It was neither man nor woman, beast nor spirit—but something ancient and aware. “You’ve come,” it said, voice like wind in crystal chimes. “The forest remembers your promise.” “I don’t remember making one,” Adira said honestly, though her voice trembled. “You were born under the Moon’s Mirror. You are bound to protect the balance between the seen and unseen, between your world and ours.” The forest spirit explained: a rift had opened between realms. If left unchecked, the magic would leak and twist, turning beauty to chaos. Adira’s heart knew it was true, even if her mind still struggled to understand. “Will you accept the burden of balance?” the spirit asked. Adira looked into the pool. In it, she saw herself—older, wiser, standing beneath a sky of two moons, holding a staff carved from living wood. A protector. A guardian. She nodded. The forest sighed with relief. The pool pulsed once, and from it rose a necklace—simple, woven of vine and silver. As she took it, the trees straightened, the mist cleared, and a path opened before her, bathed in golden light. From that day forward, Adira was no longer just a curious village girl. She was the Keeper of the Echoes, the bridge between the wild and the waking, and the one the forest called by name. #nakupenda #Discipline #ADIRA

INTERNET AND THE EMERGING ZOMBIE GENERATION IN NIGERIA. JAMB PERFORMANCE BY NIGERIAN STUDENTS SINCE 2007.. In 2007 -. 66% of NGR students scored 200 and above.. in 2008 - 63% scored 200 and above 2010 - 41% scored 200 and above.. 2015 - 30% scored 200 and above... 2019 -. 24% scored 200 and above... 2023 - 23% scored 200 and above... 2025 - 22% scored 200 and above... by 2035 if nothing is done to arrest this worrying decline, This yahoo and jenzzy generation will call for the ending of JAMB... By 2050, university entry criteria will just be anyone who can spell his father's name... most of this kids who fail JAMB and still get higher institution admission behave like kids who didn't attend primary school.. Education standard in NGR is in a state of coma ... if nothing is done urgent.... it would be permanently buried.... Let’s stop lying. *FUTURES CRUSHED. A NATION EXPOSED.* - JAMB 2025 RESULT IS A DISASTER* The 2025 JAMB results are here. A disaster. OVER 1.5 MILLION STUDENTS SCORED BELOW 200. *WE ALL FAILED.* PARENTS: YOU RAISED FRAUDS, NOT CHILDREN You paid for “SPECIAL CENTRES” to cheat WAEC. You cared more about BRAGGING RIGHTS THAN BEDTIME STORIES. You taught your child to CUT CORNERS, NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS. Now JAMB strips off the mask, and they drown. What did you expect? You wanted SHORTCUTS, NOT KNOWLEDGE. Your child can’t think, but they know how to cheat. IS THIS PRIDE? *DEAR SCHOOLS AND TEACHERS, YOU SOLD SOULS FOR PROFIT* School owners, you hired teachers who couldn’t spell “education.” Classrooms became TRADING FLOORS. Teachers, you leaked exams, whispered answers, and called it “help.” You had one job: TO BUILD MINDS. Instead, YOU BUILT LIARS. Your students can’t write a sentence, but they know how to bypass integrity. SHAME ON YOU. *DEAR STUDENTS: YOU CHOSE EASY OVER EXCELLENCE* TikTok over textbooks. Parties over past questions. You mocked the “bookworms,” then prayed for miracles. You thought JAMB would “sort itself.” Now reality hits: LIFE DOESN’T FORWARD ANSWERS IN A WHATSAPP GROUP. You can afford to buy data, and get iPhones, but CAN'T BUY TEXTBOOKS OR SERIOUSNESS. You gambled with your future. WAKE UP. *TO OUR GOVERNMENT, YOU WATCHED THE FIRE BURN* You UNDERFUNDED SCHOOLS UNTIL ROOFS CAVED IN. You let UNQUALIFIED TEACHERS flood classrooms. You ignored “MIRACLE CENTRES” because palms were greased. Where are the POLICIES? THE OVERSIGHT? THE URGENCY? You talk about “tomorrow’s leaders” while STRANGLING THE SCHOOLS meant to shape them. *THIS IS OUR COLLECTIVE SHAME.* *PICTURE THIS:* Ten years from now, your child is the ENGINEER WHO BUILDS COLLAPSING BRIDGES, The DOCTOR WHO KILLS PATIENTS, The LEADER WHO STEALS BILLIONS. IS THIS THE FUTURE YOU WANT? We built this with: 1. Parents who VALUED TROPHIES OVER TRUTH, 2. Schools that SOLD CERTIFICATES, NOT CHARACTER, 3. Students who TRADED GRIT FOR GOSSIP, 4. And a government that LOOKED AWAY AND FAILED TO ACT. It is nearly impossible for anyone who scored B’s & A’s in their WAEC WITHOUT MALPRACTICE to score below 200 in JAMB. *SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG!* ©Paddylay

Earlier today after curating news for a brand that I work with, this old song came to my mind, "Do you have a dream and do you wanna let it die" Who else knows that song ? I sang the short lyrics I could remember then I sat down to think about it. Dreams don't just come to reality, you need to consciously work towards them, if you really want to achieve them. Yo!!! Go work on your dreams baby One love🤍💯 #grace #LilyWealth.

Title: Adira and the Heart of the Storm Years had passed since Adira first became the Keeper of the Echoes. The village had grown, but the forests around it had grown even wilder, and the ancient trees whispered more often than ever. Adira, now a young woman, had learned to communicate with the forest, guiding it to balance the fragile boundary between the realms of magic and men. One evening, as dusk fell and the sky pulsed with a thousand hues of gold and lavender, a strange thing happened. The forest fell silent. Not a single leaf stirred, not a breath of wind rustled the branches. The quiet was so profound, it pressed against Adira's chest. A low rumble shook the ground beneath her feet. Before she could move, the sky split with a roar, and a storm unlike any she'd seen descended upon the forest. Dark clouds, swirling like a tempest of shadows, spun violently above the trees. The air crackled with magic, and strange lights flickered within the storm. It was not just weather—it was an omen. Adira ran toward the heart of the disturbance, following the pulse of magic she felt beneath her skin. The storm's fury grew with each step, but she was not afraid. She had faced the unknown before. At the center of the storm stood a figure cloaked in shadow, their form shimmering like a silhouette made of night itself. The ground around them was scorched, the earth warped with unnatural energy. "I've come to claim what is mine," the shadowed figure spoke, their voice like thunder rolling through the sky. Adira stepped forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the vine-and-silver necklace that hung from her neck. The forest hummed in response, a soft, reassuring pulse. "You don't belong here," Adira said, her voice steady. "This is the realm of balance, of peace. You will destroy it." The figure laughed, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder. "I was born of chaos. The forest cannot keep me out forever. You are too late, Keeper." With a flick of the figure’s hand, the storm raged harder, lashing out with winds that could tear trees from their roots. Adira's eyes glowed with determination. “No,” she said. “I am the Keeper of Echoes. And I will protect this place.” The forest answered her call, its ancient power flowing through her veins. Adira raised her arms, and the vines around her swelled, twisting into forms of protection. The ground beneath her feet rumbled as the trees responded, their roots awakening, reaching deep into the earth. The shadowed figure faltered as the earth itself began to push back, the magic of the forest encircling them, constricting. "You are bound by the forest's power, just as I am," Adira said. "But I am not alone." The figure hissed in fury, but the storm began to recede, the winds lessening. Adira pressed forward, not with force, but with the unity of the forest’s heart. Slowly, the figure began to dissipate, its form turning to mist as the magic of the forest sealed the rift they had created. The storm calmed, and the sky cleared, revealing a single star that gleamed brighter than the others—a sign that the balance had been restored. Adira, though exhausted, smiled softly. The forest was safe for now. The echo of the wild magic pulsed beneath her feet, always there, waiting to guide her when needed. #ADIRA #nakupenda #Discipline

Happy nurses week to all of the amazing nurses out there, we are the real mvps

You are feared by your fears. So face it. Sometimes, the things we’re most afraid of are afraid of us too — afraid we’ll grow, change, and rise above them. Fear thrives in silence and avoidance. But the moment you turn around and stare it in the face, something shifts. You start to realize it’s not as powerful as it seemed. It was feeding off your hesitation. Your fears only have the power you give them. Face them, and you’ll see: they were never bigger than you — just louder. #Ngo_123 #grace

I realize life doesn't get easier or more forgiving, we can only get stronger and more resilient. #Motivation #Subewo

Every minute, someone leaves this world. Age has nothing to do with it. We're all in this queue without realizing it. We never know how many people are in front of us. We can't go to the back of the line. We can't get out of line. We can't stop moving forward. So, while we wait in line... Let's make peace! Let's do good! Let's tell the truth! Let's be honest! This world will leave us one day, that's for sure. There's no point holding a grudge against someone who could leave at any moment. There's no point sending a brother to prison when you yourself could leave first. What's the point of boasting about putting others down when you could be gone in the next few minutes? Why do you let yourself be deceived by your money, your social position, and your connections, when you're not the first to have them? While do you seek your brother's death for a piece of land in the village, others exploit your continent and even invade planets. Evil is ignorance. Pride is for the foolish. Selfishness is for the poor. Betrayal is for the weak. So let's do good while we're still alive! Let's use the little time we have left to reveal the secret of life. This secret seems both simple and absurd. It's what keeps the world on tenterhooks. May God bless us richly and abundantly.#Happiness# #Nk79#Clara

The Parable of the 10 Virgins in Matthew 25, five were wise. Five were foolish. They all looked the same. All ten were waiting. All had lamps. But only five were prepared ahead of time with extra oil. When the unexpected delay came, only the wise had what it took to last through the night. Real life meaning: No one can lend you ‘preparation’: The foolish tried to borrow oil, but there are things you can't borrow — character, skill, consistency. You either build it beforehand or miss out. #passion #passion #Aduloju70

Title: Zayd and the Ember Gate Zayd had always been a wanderer. Unlike Adira, who was bound to the forest by fate, Zayd had no ties, no prophecy etched in stars. He roamed from village to village, his boots worn thin, his pack carrying only essentials: a journal, a compass that never pointed north, and a rusted coin given to him by a woman who spoke in riddles. He didn’t believe in magic—at least not in the way most people did. To him, magic was in the way a blacksmith coaxed a blade from molten metal, or how a storyteller could stir an entire room with nothing but words. But that changed the day he stumbled upon the Ember Gate. It was buried deep in the Ashen Wastes, a forgotten desert that whispered secrets through the bones of ancient ruins. He hadn’t meant to find it—he was tracking a mirage, or so he thought. But the gate was very real: a massive archway carved from blackened stone, pulsing faintly with embers trapped within. On its surface, an inscription burned in a language he didn’t know—but somehow understood. “The fire remembers the lost.” When he touched it, the gate flared to life, and for the first time in his life, Zayd heard something beyond his own thoughts. A voice, old and aching. “You are the Flamebearer. Will you remember us?” Before he could respond, the world shifted. Heat surged around him—not burning, but awakening. His eyes saw a different realm, for only a heartbeat: a city of fire suspended in twilight, towers made of living coals, and people of flame walking among shadows. Then, silence. The vision faded, and the gate was dark again. But something had changed. Zayd’s right hand bore a faint mark—like the outline of a burning sun. He didn’t know what it meant. Not yet. But he had a feeling the coin in his pack wasn’t just old metal, the compass wasn’t broken, and his wandering was never aimless. He had been chosen. #Not by destiny. #Not by prophecy. #But by the forgotten. #Zayd #nakupenda #nakupenda

It's been a very busy week and this new week is going to be even busier because of inspection with my amazing clients. Real Estate is the new gold mine. #nakupenda #realestate #sarahdalandlady #home #buy #teamB #grateful

Procrastination is really the thief of time.please make hay while the sun shines,peeps✌️