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Comparison is a waste of energy. Every individual is unique with specific talents. Find your passion and live your best life. Be happy with yourself and find satisfaction in your work. Your journey is yours alone. Keep going and with the help of the Almighty, you'll get there. GOOD MORNING *(PLEASE STAY SAFE)* #Softsmile #Attendance #Passion

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In life, let your choices be your own and owe no one any obligation for justification. If you realize you have made a mistake, you should take responsibility and make amends. Own your choices, stand by your decisions and actions without feeling the need to explain them to others. Stay true to yourself, and don't compromise your values or decisions to fit in or seek validation from others. Recognize when you are wrong and take steps to correct your mistakes. Pay more attention to actions, not words. HAPPY NEW MONTH NAKUPENDIANS!! #Motivation #Nakupenda #Subewo

"Look at how skinny she is. I hope she doesn’t have HIV,” Annabel whispered to her gossip mate, Gloria, as Temidayo, the new girl, walked past their table. Giggling softly, Gloria glanced back and smirked. “I bet she has cancer too.” They burst into laughter, loud enough to drown out the chatter in the classroom. Annabel’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “I have an idea,” she said, rising from her seat. The two girls marched confidently toward where Temidayo—who preferred to be called Temi—sat, her head buried in a book. “Miss Skinniest Girl in the Universe, what are you reading?” Annabel mocked, slapping her palm down on the open page. Temi flinched and pulled her book away. “Leave me alone, please,” she said quietly. Gloria chuckled. “Why don’t you want problems? Is it because you’re so slim? Afraid one touch will break your bones?” She gave Temi a hard nudge on the shoulder. Temi’s grip tightened on the book. Her heart raced. “I SAID, LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screamed, swinging the book and hitting Gloria squarely in the face. The class froze. The scuffle that followed was short but fierce—leaving both girls with bloody noses and stunned silence in their wake. They were punished severely. But for Temidayo, the pain ran deeper than the bruises. That day, she learned a painful truth: Never let anyone push you to the edge where your actions are ruled by rage. Because once anger takes the wheel, regret often rides in the backseat. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex #grace #julietchineneyenwaalex

One funny thing is that God cannot be cajoled or threatened even if we choose to fail or give up, it won't stop him from being God. Meanwhile peep the beauty I love ❤️❤️ Credit to the Baker #GsTasty #Happiness #Nakupenda

#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...

Eyes that look are common, Eyes that see are rare. #Happiness #Attendance Chyodm1

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Take it to the LORD in prayer✨ #attendance #Estherchizi #passion

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