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To the woman who feels invisible in her own home… Who gives and gives — and still feels like it’s never enough… Who shows up every day with love, patience, and quiet strength — but is met with cold eyes or silence… Let me tell you this: You are not too emotional. You are not too sensitive. You are not the problem. You are simply a light in a place that refuses to see you shine. You were never meant to be someone’s emotional punching bag. You were created for more than survival. You deserve warmth, kindness, peace — not just duty. Your voice matters. Your dreams matter. You matter. I know it’s hard. I know some days you feel like fading into the background. But please — don’t give up on yourself. One day soon, you will rise. Not because someone saved you, But because you remembered who you are. And that is when your true life will begin. #MarriageStruggles #TiredWife #SilentPain #EmotionalNeglect #ChristianWomanHealing #FaithAndFreedom

Just been busy with a lot activities lately and this has been overwhelming but we stay strong 💪. This is for someone that may have been tired and seem like all hope is lost, keep pushing and don't loose FAITH. God gat you. You are #Nakupenda 😊 #Knowledge

"They say I bought a baby. That I skipped the pain of pr£gnancy because I’m too focused on beauty and fame. Some even said I was ashamed to carry a child without a husband. But here’s the real story they don’t know. After years of smiling in public and crying behind closed doors… after losing not one, but multiple pregnancies… I decided I couldn’t keep waiting for the “perfect” man or the “perfect” moment. I was tired of society’s d£adlines for women like me. So I made a choice. A bold one. I chose surr0gacy—not because I was running from motherhood, but because I was ready for it on my own terms. My daughter came into this world through another woman’s w0mb, but she is 100% mine. Blood of my blood. Heart of my heart. She calls me “mummy,” and that’s all the validation I need. Let them g0ssip. Let them twist the story. I have my baby—and peace. That’s more than enough." — Ini Edo #Discipline #nakupenda

No shortcuts. No secrets. Just work. Success isn’t something that magically happens — it’s built, day by day, brick by brick. You want the results? Then you have to show up. Every. Single. Day. Late nights. Early mornings. Sacrifices. Discipline. Learning. Failing. Trying again. Everyone wants to win, but not everyone wants to work for it. So if you're tired, frustrated, or feeling stuck — good. That means you're in the process. Stay in it. Keep going. Put in the work. The results will follow. #knowledge #gbemiking #Motivation #HardWork #SuccessMindset #DisciplineEqualsFreedom #KeepGrinding

Life can hit hard. You might feel stuck,tired or like nothing is working out. You may have cried in secret,questioned your worth or felt like quitting everything. But hear this…THIS IS NOT THE END. Storms don’t last forever Situations can change One day, with a hardwork and determination,what you’re struggling with now will soon be a part of your story. Keep moving,keep praying and working hard, one day your star will shine 🤗🥰.#Nakupenda# Happiness #TeamA# 💕💕💕💕

Psychology Facts: 1. Being forgetful is a sign of high intelligence. 2. Not arguing or fighting in a relationship represents a lack of interest. 3. People are more honest when they're tired. 4. You have a look-a-like with 7 other people in the world and you probably won't ever meet them. 5. When you're not prepared for a test, your fight or flight kicks in and you feel the need to run. 6. Some people can hear colour, see sound, and taste words (synesthesia) 7. Every 10 years we become a new person and our desires change. Thanks for reading

#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...

👉 FIRST PHASE of the relationship is 👉 HOT SEASON.. season of I can't stay without you..I need to see you always .. 👉The SECOND PHASE of the relationship is the TRIAL SEASON...life starts to test you both .. test your patience... test your character 👉The THIRD PHASE of the relationship is the TIRED SEASON... you get tired to call... tired to visit... tired for intimacy... tired to see their face... tired to talk for long .. 👉The FOURTH PHASE of the relationship is the LETS TRY AND MAKE IT WORK season.... This time around you intentionally fix a time for calls and checking up..not because you miss them but because it's a duty to do ... In marriage there is a time you won't have an urge for sex...but you will do it for duty sake.. this season you do your best to reignite the flame and the hotness AGAIN ... 👉The FIFT SEASON is SEE FINISH TOGETHER... this phase is the season of WE KNOW IT ALL, AND NOTHING MOVES US AGAIN... his attitude doesn't trouble you again.... her sharp mouth is normal to you .... You are used to their madness You have grown and evolved to handle your relationship.... at this stage break up don tire Una ..so no break up... What level are you now ...? #knowledge #De_NextVerYou #Utom58

Tired.com,...... It's been a very busy weekend..... But it was a good one because everyone is happy with their delivery and just pouring in thanks 🙏

Who can stop the move of God? Only those who are tired of breathing. #Olufaderomi #nakupenda #team e

Everywhere men are YEARNING for FREEDOM Freedom from oppressive forces operating in their lives Freedom from lack and want and penury Freedom from visionless life and living Freedom from the tiredness of boredom Freedom from regimented and regulated living Freedom from financial miasma and kwashiokor #Paddylay #passion