Tales With Loretta

22/08/2025

Guys before you japa make sure the root is legitimate and legal this is where our brothers ended their Journey

22/08/2025

MY WICKED STEPMOTHER PART 1

With my life experience i can say Once upon a time, in a lonely house at the edge of a black forest, there lived a child with eyes bright as the morning star. Their father, gentle but absent-minded, had remarried a woman who was fair of face but cruel at heart.

This woman your stepmother cloaked her malice beneath silk smiles and sweet words. By day she brushed your hair and called you my dear one. By night, she whispered to the shadows, speaking of envy and inheritance.

One evening, when the moon was veiled in clouds, she brought you a silver goblet filled with ruby-red wine.
“Drink, little dove,” she said, her voice smooth as honey dripping over thorns.

You lifted the goblet. The scent was sweet, yet bitter threads wound through it, faint as a serpent’s hiss. Your stepmother’s eyes glittered, sharp as broken glass.

The poison slid down your throat like molten metal. Fire spread through your veins. The room blurred, colors bending and shattering. She leaned close, her breath cold against your cheek.

“Sleep now, child,” she whispered. “And may the forest claim what is mine.”

But what she did not know was that the forest had been watching. The roots stirred. The old trees groaned. As your body fell, pale as snow, the earth itself reached up. Vines coiled around you, cradling you away from her touch.

The stepmother turned to gloat yet found the room empty. Only the echo of her own laughter remained, swallowed by silence.

And somewhere in the shadowed woods, you slept not dead, but dreaming. Waiting for the moment the forest would breathe you back to life…

21/08/2025

Chains of the Hustle (Part 2 – Redemption)

Amaka’s tears that night were the turning point. The money on the table didn’t shine anymore; it just looked like blood. Tunde stared at her—her eyes swollen, her spirit broken—and he realized no amount of wealth was worth destroying the woman he loved.

The next morning, he told her, “We can stop. We will suffer, yes. But we’ll suffer with dignity.”

She looked at him with tired eyes. “And how will we eat, Tunde? How will we live?”

He didn’t have an answer, but for the first time, he was determined to try.

They sold the fancy clothes, the flashy phone, the jewelry she had collected from men. With the little they had left, Tunde started a small business—buying and selling second-hand phones in the market. It was hard. Some days he came home with nothing. But he was working with his own hands, and that gave him peace.

Amaka joined him, frying snacks by the roadside and selling them to school children. At first, she felt ashamed, but soon she began to smile again—her laughter returned, the kind Tunde remembered from their early days.

It wasn’t easy. Some nights they went to bed hungry, some mornings they fought out of frustration. But slowly, things improved. They earned the respect of their neighbors not through lies, but through perseverance.

One evening, Amaka said quietly, “I feel clean again.” And Tunde knew that was worth more than any dollar scam or hotel hookup could ever bring.

Years later, their shop had grown, and so had their love. Whenever they looked back, they shuddered at how close they came to losing everything.

Tunde would often tell young men in the community, “Fast money is sweet but poisonous. It will buy you things, but it will also eat your soul.” And Amaka, standing proudly beside him, would nod.

Their scars remained, but they had become teachers—proof that even after the darkest choices, people can turn back to the light. Moral Lession there’s dignity’s in labour …..

20/08/2025

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Chains of the Hustle part 1

Tunde and Amaka were once like any young couple in love—dreams bigger than their pockets, promises bigger than their reality. They thought marriage would bring peace, but soon the rent, food, and bills started shouting louder than love.

Tunde couldn’t find stable work. He watched friends flaunt new cars and gadgets, money pouring in from hookups and online scams. “It’s fast money,” they told him. He resisted at first, but hunger has a way of bending a man’s pride.

Amaka, beautiful and sharp-tongued, also felt the pressure. One night, after crying over an empty kitchen, she whispered to Tunde, “What if I do hookup, just for now? We need money.”

His chest tightened. The thought of other men touching her burned him inside. But he was tired of being poor, tired of seeing her suffer. So he nodded.

At first, the money came like rain. Amaka returned with cash and gifts, Tunde played his online scams, and together they pretended life was sweet. They ate well, dressed fine, even helped their families once in a while. Neighbours admired them, not knowing the truth.

But in the quiet nights, cracks began to show.

Amaka often cried in the bathroom, scrubbing herself as if to wash away shame. “I feel dirty, Tunde,” she said once, her voice shaking. He wanted to hold her, but guilt froze him. After all, hadn’t he allowed it?

Tunde, too, carried his own torment. Sometimes, when Amaka was out, he stared at the door, imagining her laughing with another man. His scams also weighed heavy—each time he tricked someone overseas into sending money, a voice whispered, What if someone did this to your sister?

Their marriage became a house built on money but cracked by pain. Love was still there, but it was weak, smothered by secrets and lies.

One night, after Amaka returned from a hotel, she dropped the cash on the table and broke down. “This is killing us, Tunde. We’re not living… we’re just surviving.”

For the first time, he admitted what he felt: “I hate it. I hate what we’re doing. But I don’t know another way.”

Silence filled the room. They both knew the truth—money could buy food, clothes, even respect in the eyes of outsiders. But it couldn’t buy peace.

And peace was what they had lost.

20/08/2025

Faithful God may your Grace be sufficient enough us to carry on today in Jesus name Amen 🙏

19/08/2025

19/08/2025

Guys have you seen a beautiful Asa odogwu today a massive congratulations Ubani and Paul your home is blessed already guys a prayer of thanks to the maker of all good things on their behalf

18/08/2025

Guys I came across this pictures of this two grandpa’s and i became confused like what is going on with them please what are they trying to achieve ?🫣🤷🏽🙆🏾😭😭🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🤷🏽🤷🏽🏃‍♀️🤷🏽🤷🏽🤷🏽🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

18/08/2025

Good Morning 🌅 and happy new week my people may the blessings of this week locate us all in Jesus name Amen 🙏🙏💖💖💖💖

17/08/2025

Happy Sunday my people may your days be sweet and fruitful in Jesus Name Amen 🙏🌹🙌💖💖💖