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@drifeleah Happy birthday dear, congratulations

@loladee154 I personally told my kids not to greet strangers because from greetings to: what is your name, unnecessary conversations from the so called elders. Concentrate on training your kids please 🥺

@TalkswithAkwa She better not go back, she will see promax

@Ruky_Baby27 Please continue feeding her, if she is filled up she will remove her mouth or sleep off.

"​I lost my biological mother just minutes after I was born. I grew up not knowing her. The incredible woman you see in this picture is my stepmom. ​My dad married her when I was only one. She had a 2-year-old son, and together, we became a family. Four years later, we lost my dad Just 2 years after my stepmom gave birth to my baby sister. Unfortunately, my dad's brothers, my uncles, took control of all of his properties. My stepmom didn't let that stop her; she moved us to a new town for a fresh start. I was five years old then. ​My stepmom raised me, her son, & our baby sister. She worked hard to make sure all of us went to school. If I'm honest, I'll tell you with complete confidence that this woman loves me even more than her own biological children. I didn't even know she wasn't my biological mother until I was 19 when she finally told me. I was completely shocked. I got pregnant at 20 & had to drop out of school. The baby's father left. I was considering ending the pregnancy, but my stepmom found out and spoke with me about it. She took on the responsibility, caring for me & my baby. I was a brilliant student, but cuz of our financial struggles, I thought I'd given up on ever returning to my studies. When my baby turned 2, Stepmom told me to go back to school. She promised to take care of my baby while I focused on my education. We didn't have much money, but she did everything she could, even selling many of her personal belongings so I could finish school. I knew education was the only way to escape hardship. I made sure I stayed 100% focused on my studies without distractions, I didn't listen to the likes of Saida Boj again. Now, glory be to God, I'm finally a graduate in Chemical Engineering! I actually graduated as the best student in my department and earned a scholarship to study and work abroad. Tears of love and joy stream down my face every time I think of my stepmom. She's an amazing woman, and I can never thank her enough for all the sacrifices she's made for me, for us. To My Dearest Stepmom ❤️ Thank you for loving and taking care of me since I was one. You raised me like your own child, and I'm forever grateful. Your kindness, patience, & guidance have made me who I am today. I appreciate everything you've done for me. Thank you for being an amazing stepmom! I pray that God grants you a long, healthy life & blesses me so I can take proper care of you and make you proud, You will certainly reap the fruits of your labor Mama. Thank you😭😭❤️❤️"

@MrCharlesky Hi 👋 I am interested

JUST IN: Fulani kidnappers abducted two residents in Umuahia North and demanded millions in ransom. Instead of waiting helplessly, hundreds of local youths stormed the forests, surrounded the kidnappers, rescued the victims alive, and captured all six suspects. The victims are back home. The kidnappers are in police custody. A powerful reminder that courage and community can achieve what fear cannot. God bless Ndi Abia. But next time, send those monsters to heaven instead taking them to the police.

SWEET NEWS FROM ABIA STATE. Two persons were kidnapped in Umuawa-Alaocha community in Umuahia-North local government area by Fulani bandits. A male and a female. The kidnappers called the family of the female victim, and demanded for ransom, or else they will kill her. After much negotiation, they brought the ransom to 10 million naira last. Youths from the community felt challenged since the police or the military was not going to act, and their people are just suffering in the hands of kidnappers. They mobilized themselves in their hundreds to comb the forests around umuahia-north to rescue their people They entered the forest from different directions in groups and in large numbers. Lo and behold, they spotted the kidnappers, rounded the 6 of them up, and rescued the two victims. They have reunited the victims with their families and also handed over the 6 kidnappers to the police.

@Vxebo_ The only thing South Africa knows how to do best is to kill a fellow African. They are Xenophobic in nature

Made in ABA in Igbo land. I bought this pair of footwear in 2024, and to my greatest surprise, it has completely changed my perception of Made in Aba products. Despite the negative things some people say about Aba-made shoes, this footwear is still in excellent condition today. I personally used it for over one year and six months before handing it over to my younger brother. Throughout that period, it was used almost every day, including for bathing, yet it has neither torn nor required any repair from a shoemaker. That level of durability speaks for itself. My honest assessment is that Aba manufacturers are capable of producing world-class, long-lasting products. The quality you get often depends on the specifications you request and the capital invested in production. The same principle applies globally. China, for example, produces both low-quality and premium products depending on the buyer's budget and requirements. Aba remains one of the greatest manufacturing hubs in Africa, driven by the creativity, skill, and resilience of Igbo entrepreneurs and craftsmen. Instead of looking down on locally made products, we should support and promote them because they create jobs, drive innovation, and strengthen our economy. The talent in Igbo land is undeniable. Give an Igbo craftsman the right tools, resources, and market, and he can compete with the best in the world. Igbo to the world. Aba made, globally respected.

My landlord texted: “Pack out by month end.” I had N12k. I had 2 yards of unsold lace and my aunty’s old gele. So I wore the lace to a party I wasn’t invited to. By Monday, I had N340k, 3 new customers, and my landlord asking me if I had space to rent. December 2023. Everyone’s doing “Detty December.” Me? I was doing “Debt December.” My friend was asoebi girl for a politician’s daughter’s wedding. She had malaria. She said: “Abeg wear my asoebi and stand in for me. Just collect food and come.” Problem: I didn’t have asoebi money. Solution: I remembered this lace in my shop. Silver, heavy beads, looked like “I have a rich husband.” I didn’t have a rich husband. I had NEPA bill and shame. I begged my aunty for her auto-gele. She said: “If you spoil this gele, you’ll pay for my burial.” I said: “Aunty, if this gele works, I’ll pay for your birthday.” I wore it. Looked like a whole Commissioner’s wife. I entered Eko Hotel like I owned it. No IV. No name on list. Just lace, gele, and audacity. Security looked at my gele and said “Ma, VIP section is that way.” Sapa will teach you how to catwalk. I didn’t eat the food. I worked the room. Every “Aunty you’re shining o” was answered with: “Thank you ma, I sell the lace.” By jollof time, I had 11 numbers saved as “Madam Gold Tooth”, “Minister’s Wife’s Sister”, “Dubai Aunty”. One woman touched my sleeve. Said: “This is not Chinese. This is Swiss. Where did you buy it?” I said: “I import it, ma. But I have 2 yards left from my last trip.” Lie. It had been in my shop for 8 months. She transfered N150k on the spot. “Keep the change. Make it for my birthday. By the time they shared souvenirs, I had N340k in my account. From 12k. From gele. From shame. I went home, ironed the money, and texted my landlord: “I’ll pay 6 months upfront. Do you have any other flats?” He said “God bless you.” I said “Gele bless me.” That night I wore the white pearl lace to thank God. Looked in the mirror and said: “So this is how it feels when cloth fights for you.” Moral: 1. Nigeria will disgrace you, then dress you up for the comeback. 2. You’re not broke. You’re just pre-testimony. 3. Sometimes the assignment is to crash the party looking like the prize. I now sell “Landlord Shocking” lace. For girls who need their cloth to speak before their bank account can. If you need “I’m not your mate” fabric, DM “GELE”. If you’re a tailor who can handle heavy beads, DM “PARTNER”.

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@Tolks6 God bless you 🙏🙌

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Angela Okorie has said several times that when she was shot in the head and was in the hospital, unconscious and fighting for her life, Uche Elendu and another actress friend of hers came to visit her, surreptitiously took pictures of her, and sent them to blogs. Those pictures of Angela that leaked were taken by her friends. If they had managed to handle it privately, it would never have leaked. Most times when blogs come out with breaking news about celebrities, it is the friends of the celebs, their workers, their domestic staff, their caregivers, who tell them those things. Take Chinedu Nwadike. When he was sick, in his dying moments, the people around him convinced him to make a video where he was confessing to all sorts of things and asking God to please forgive him, that he did not want to die. It was deeply disturbing because that humiliating moment should not have happened. Nobody should have told him that if he confessed or made that video, God would spare his life. He should have been spared that indignity. Despite the confession, he still died. But that video will always remain on the internet because a friend, a colleague, somebody in his life, told a vulnerable, desperate man who was in pain to confess so that God would forgive him and he would not die. And the person stealthily recorded it and leaked it. If you were an ardent follower of Gistlover that year, you would remember that when Genevieve was checked into a hospital in the US, a Nigerian nurse DM-ed Gistlover that they had just checked in Genevieve because she was having a psychotic break. In fact, when GLB posted the gist then, the handle of the said nurse was showing. He did not blur it well. Madam nurse even said she would have recorded a video of Genevieve but they would have known it was her. Likewise, when one politician travelled to the UK and slumped in a hotel and died, it was a Nigerian who worked at the hotel who made a short video of him and sent it to blogs. *** All this is to say kudos to Alex’s friends, caregivers, domestic staff, and everyone in his inner circle. I was discussing with my friend yesterday and I said I was very grateful that the people in Alex’s life went along with his wish and protected his privacy till the very end. It is very rare to have people like that. Not everybody wants pity. Not everybody wants to suffer in the full glare of the public. Not everybody wants their pain out there. A lot of people like to handle their stuff in private. If it works out, they will come out and testify. If it does not, so be it. Like most Nigerians, I did not know Alex was sick. We just thought he took a social media break. He was able to maintain his privacy and the dignity that comes with it because his inner circle bu mmadu. They did not leak any stories to any blogs. In fact, it was only after his demise that we learned that he was even married. Who knew he had a wife? I read Funke Akindele’s post yesterday, and she said she kept trying to reach out to Alex, but Alex declined. A lot of people checked on him and wanted to see him, but he declined and said he was fine. I think he said no because if they saw him, they would know he was sick, and from there it could become breaking news. He wanted to deal with his illness in private. And it is so admirable and honourable that the people close to him kept his marriage and his sickness very quiet. So I just want to take a moment to applaud his friends, family, caregivers, and inner circle for protecting him and his pride.

3 days ago, the Nigerian Army jumped a fence to shoot and kill an innocent Nigerian youth in his room, a serving NYSC youth. They moped his blood, picked up his brain and called it accidental discharge. Yesterday, a Nigerian policeman shot and killed a restrained youth who said he was sent to pick up a package. He begged for his life. His only request was justice. All he wanted was justice, but he was murdered by those who should protect and give him justice. I am so ashamed and infuriated. The Nigerian youths have faced too much in this country. They have been through so much💔. When would enough be enough?

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His name Ekemini CHIBUZOR. He is from Akwa Ibom. His father and mother died mysteriously. Someone came and dump him at my gate and disappeared. them he was just a child. I invited the DPO his name is Kayode. Him and one of my staff personally took the Ekemini to 3 different motherless baby home and Ekemini was rejected because of his condition. ( Name of Sickness withheld ). He was almost given up. And the motherless did not want to collect a half dead child. So the then DPO returned the child to me. Incase anyone is saying how can 3 motherless homes reject the boy, find out the DPO Kayode is now ASISTANCE COMMISSIONER OF POLICE IN ABIA STATE. ( find out ). 3 motherless homes rejected him. So I made arrangements and Ekemini was admitted in UPTH, were he spent almost 6 months in admission at UPTH. After he was discharged he started staying in my house. Ekemini have also joined my other adopted children to travel to DUBAI, OMAN AND KENYA for vacation. They also met popular Daddyfreeze in Dubai during the vacation. And he was shocked that a pastor will sponsor children that are not his biological children on an expensive vacation .