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“I didn’t leave my husband because I stopped loving him. I left because I was starting to forget how to love myself.Peop...
10/07/2025

“I didn’t leave my husband because I stopped loving him. I left because I was starting to forget how to love myself.

People assume divorce means failure. No! sometimes, it’s survival.

For years, I kept quiet, smiling for the camera, wearing my ring like everything was okay. But behind the scenes, I was disappearing, emotionally, mentally.

I gave the best of me to a man who eventually stopped seeing me. Conversations turned to silence. Respect turned to tension. And the home I tried so hard to build started to feel like a place I didn’t belong.

Walking away wasn’t easy. It wasn’t dramatic. It was silent, deliberate. I didn’t need to announce it, I just started choosing myself again.

I stopped posting “Chioma Akpotha” and went back to being “Chioma Chukwuka” not because I hate my past, but because I’m reclaiming my name, my peace, and my power.

I didn’t lose a marriage. I found myself.

-- Chioma Chukwuka

Legendary Nollywood Actors KANAYO.O.KANAYO AND FRANCIS DURU, dining and wining together 🥰🎉🌺💯
10/07/2025

Legendary Nollywood Actors KANAYO.O.KANAYO AND FRANCIS DURU, dining and wining together 🥰🎉🌺💯

🎉 Facebook recognized me as a consistent reels creator this week!Wow fans celebrate with your girl Patricia Umeh 🎉🎉🎉🧐🎉Mo...
08/07/2025

🎉 Facebook recognized me as a consistent reels creator this week!
Wow fans celebrate with your girl Patricia Umeh 🎉🎉🎉🧐🎉
More wins in Jesus name Amen 🙏🙏🙏

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉1. Empty vessel makes the loudest noise  2. Birds of a feather flock together  3. A stitch in time saves nine  4. W...
07/07/2025

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1. Empty vessel makes the loudest noise
2. Birds of a feather flock together
3. A stitch in time saves nine
4. What goes around comes around
5. Actions speak louder than words
6. A rolling stone gathers no moss
7. Too many cooks spoil the broth
8. When the going gets tough, the tough get going
9. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you
10. Jack of all trades, master of none
11. You reap what you sow
12. Where there’s a will, there’s a way
13. No pain, no gain
14. All that glitters is not gold
15. The grass is always greener on the other side
16. Better late than never
17. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
18. A bird in hand is worth two in the bush
19. He who laughs last laughs best
20. A fool and his money are soon parted
21. The early bird catches the worm
22. Don’t cry over spilled milk
23. Still waters run deep
24. One man’s meat is another man’s poison
25. Rome wasn’t built in a day
26. You can’t have your cake and eat it too
27. Curiosity killed the cat
28. A penny saved is a penny earned
29. Necessity is the mother of invention
30. Time and tide wait for no man
31. Silence is golden
32. Practice makes perfect
33. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

34. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
35. Two wrongs don’t make a right
36. You can’t judge a book by its cover
37. Out of sight, out of mind
38. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket
39. Honesty is the best policy
40. Money doesn’t grow on trees
41. Blood is thicker than water
42. Easy come, easy go
43. Opposites attract
44. Look before you leap
45. What is worth doing is worth doing well
46. A friend in need is a friend indeed
47. The squeaky wheel gets the grease
48. Don’t judge a man until you’ve walked in his shoes
49. There’s no smoke without fire
50. An apple a day keeps the doctor away

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A Nigerian woman was sent back from USA immediately she landed at the airport. She has shared a video narrating hat happ...
04/07/2025

A Nigerian woman was sent back from USA immediately she landed at the airport. She has shared a video narrating hat happened and how she was deported.

Chai I pity her.🚫🗺️🚫

Abeg how many minutes egg suppose do for fire, this one don do 30 minutes already and I am not sure if e don do 😒😀🧐Make ...
01/07/2025

Abeg how many minutes egg suppose do for fire, this one don do 30 minutes already and I am not sure if e don do 😒😀🧐

Make una talk sharp sharp before I finish my neighbor's gas 😅😅😅

If you are  following my  footsteps, please go back small abeg,I don do small mistake,no dey follow me bomber to bomber ...
30/06/2025

If you are following my
footsteps, please go back small abeg,
I don do small mistake,no dey follow me bomber to bomber 😏😒

Episode 3My Roommate Breaks Every Mirror—Now I Know WhyThat day, after she said those words—“That’s not me. That’s the o...
30/06/2025

Episode 3
My Roommate Breaks Every Mirror—Now I Know Why

That day, after she said those words—“That’s not me. That’s the one who died so I could live”—I felt like the air in our apartment changed. It got colder. Heavier. Like the walls themselves had started listening.

Ariel didn’t bring it up again. She hummed like nothing happened, cleaned up the broken mug, and went about her day. But I couldn’t. I kept looking at her like I was seeing her for the first time. Every movement, every smile, every silence felt… borrowed.

That night, I didn’t sleep.

I laid on my side, facing the wall, but my eyes stayed wide open. Around 3 a.m., I heard her get up from bed. Her steps were soft, slow, almost like she was sleepwalking. I turned just enough to see her silhouette glide across the room. She knelt by her suitcase, unzipped it gently, and pulled out the mirror again.

She placed it on the floor in front of her. Lit a small black candle. And began to chant.

It wasn’t a prayer. It was a summoning. The language was the same unrecognizable tongue, except this time, it sounded… urgent. And angry.

The mirror began to glow. Not like a reflection of light—but from inside. Blood-red ripples shimmered across the glass like it was alive. And then—she spoke. But it wasn’t her voice.

It was deeper. Two-toned. A harmony of pain and power.

She said: “You had your turn. Now let me breathe again.”

I gasped—and she heard it.

Ariel turned sharply toward me. Her eyes wide. But they weren’t her eyes. The whites had turned grey, almost silver, like fogged-over glass.

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” she said, in that doubled voice.

I tried to speak. My lips moved, but no sound came. My entire body locked in place. Not frozen by fear—frozen by something else.

A force.

She stood up and walked over to me. The candle still burned. The mirror still pulsed like a heartbeat.

“I didn’t choose this,” she whispered. “But she did. She let me in.”

Then… the other her blinked—and for a second, Ariel came back. Tears filled her eyes.

“Run,” she mouthed. “Please.”

I couldn’t. My body refused to move.

The entity smiled. Lifted the mirror. And just before she could press it to my face, the door burst open.

A man I’d never seen before stormed in, chanting loudly, holding a bowl of something that smelled like rust and ash. He threw the mixture at the mirror, and it let out a scream—yes, the mirror screamed—as Ariel collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

The man turned to me and said, “Next time she calls her reflection, don’t let her answer.”

I passed out.

When I woke up, Ariel was gone. Her bed was empty. Her clothes were still in the wardrobe. But the mirror? Shattered. Like it exploded from within.

I never saw her again.

But sometimes, at 3 a.m., my own mirror pulses red.

And I wonder… if she ever made it back. Or if someone else is watching me now.

The End.🙆🤦🥱

29/06/2025

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Episode 2 continuation 🌙👻 My Roommate Breaks Every Mirror—Now I Know Why 🤯👺 I didn’t breathe. Not because I was scared, ...
28/06/2025

Episode 2 continuation 🌙👻 My Roommate Breaks Every Mirror—Now I Know Why 🤯👺 I didn’t breathe. Not because I was scared, but because something deep inside whispered that if I even moved, she would sense me. A part of me said, “Don’t even blink.” Ariel sat on the edge of her bed, gently holding the red mirror in her hands like it was the most precious thing in the world. It didn’t look like any regular mirror—oval-shaped, blood-red glass, and framed in what looked like twisted bone. She tilted her head and smiled at her own reflection, but it didn’t feel like she was smiling at herself. It felt… like she was smiling at someone else. Then she whispered, “I missed you.” There was no one else in the room. No phone. No earphones. Just her, the mirror, and that haunting hum she’d been singing all morning. I stayed hidden. Frozen. And when she finally wrapped the mirror back in a black cloth and slid it under her bed, I slipped back into the bathroom, closed the door gently, and let my heart catch up with my body. Later that day, I acted like everything was fine. Like I didn’t just witness something I wasn’t supposed to see. But my head was spinning with questions. I googled things like “fear of mirrors,” “mirror rituals,” “spirits trapped in mirrors.” What I found didn’t help. There were pages upon pages of people saying mirrors were more than just glass—they were doorways. Not just to see ourselves, but to connect to things that shouldn’t be seen. Things that shouldn’t be touched. Some people believed there were beings who lived behind them. Others claimed that if someone refused to look into mirrors, it was because they feared what would look back. That night, she went to bed early. And I… I did something stupid. I crept to her side of the room with my flashlight and quietly unzipped the suitcase she always kept locked. I found it. The mirror. Wrapped in that same black cloth. I didn’t open it. I couldn’t. But next to it, there was an old photograph. Two girls—one was Ariel, no doubt. The other looked just like her, only more… unhinged. Like a darker version of her, with eyes too intense to be normal. On the back of the photo, in faded ink, were four words that made my blood run cold: “If she returns, run.” I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, Ariel was back to her usual self. She made toast. Laughed at a meme. Offered me tea like she hadn’t just raised a thousand red flags. I thought maybe I was overreacting—until I asked her about the photo. She froze. Her mug slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor. Then she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “That’s not me. That’s the one who died so I could live.” And just like that, she walked away. Calm. Unbothered. As if she hadn’t just dropped something terrifying into the room and left it there for me to figure out. I stood there, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of what she’d just said. Who died? Who was that girl? And what did Ariel mean by ‘so I could live’? But most importantly—what happens if the girl in the mirror ever decides to come back? To be continue 🙏🙏 Follow my page for more 📚👻💀 🌟👍💖

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