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Zoe Snippets, Abuja (2025)

17/07/2025

"𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿."

I didn’t even notice I’d stopped laughing.

No one broke my heart.
Nothing terrible happened.
Life was just… routine. Wake. Work. Scroll. Sleep. Pray (sometimes half-heartedly). Repeat.

One day, I went to buy tomatoes and forgot what I was saying mid-sentence.
The woman selling them just looked at me and smiled.
She said, “Aunty, you dey think too much.”

I laughed....the real kind....for the first time in weeks.

That simple moment felt like a hug from God.
I realized: I wasn’t broken. I was just numb.
And maybe… that’s worse.

That week, I started doing one thing every day just for joy.
Not for money. Not for clout. Just to feel alive again.

🌼 I played old worship songs from when I first gave my life to Christ.
📖 I opened my Bible, not for answers....but for His voice.
🧡 I cooked and actually sat down to eat. No scrolling.
🎶 I danced in my room. Badly. But it felt so freeing.

I didn’t receive a miracle alert.
But peace came. Softly.

I didn’t feel fireworks.
But I felt God again. In the little things.

Here’s the truth:
Not all battles are loud. Some are quiet wars in your soul.
But even in that silence, God speaks.
And when He does… joy comes like the morning.

If you’re tired, numb, or just going through the motions..... this is your sign.

Pause.
Breathe.
Let God love on you again.

Sometimes the most beautiful seasons are the ones you didn’t even pray for.

16/07/2025

"𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝗶𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁..."

(Please read to the end, it’s not just a story...it’s mercy.)

I was supposed to die that night.

No one knew I had left the house.
No one knew I was bleeding under the rain in the bush.
And honestly… no one would have noticed if I didn’t come back.

That’s the kind of life I was living. I had no money. No peace. No real hope.
Just fists, pain, silence.....and one crumpled CV in a nylon bag.

I had gone out to use the café to print something for a small job interview.
₦18,000 per week. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something.
I left the house around 9pm.

“I’ll be back before midnight,” I told my roommate.

But I didn’t come back that night.

They said they found me three days later.

Unconscious. Weak. Bleeding.
Stabbed. Stripped. Dumped in a bush like trash.

The phone I borrowed was gone. My CV? Torn.
My body? Cold. My mind? Far gone.

But in the middle of that darkness… I saw something.
Or someone.

I don’t even know how to explain this without sounding crazy.

But I remember seeing a boy in white, standing near me.
He looked calm. His eyes looked like fire. Not scary fire… just powerful.
He looked at me and said,

“You will not die here, Chijioke. Your mother’s prayer is still speaking.”

Then everything went blank.

I woke up two days later in a hospital. Tubes in my arm. Oxygen in my nose.
The nurses said a stranger brought me in.

No name. No face. Just said,

“I found him in the bush. Please help him.”

Then vanished.

It broke me.

I wept like a child. Not because I was in pain.....
but because for the first time in my life… I knew God hadn’t forgotten me.

I had stopped praying. I had stopped believing.
But God never stopped watching.

I gave my life to Christ right there in that hospital bed.
One hand lifted. Voice shaking. Tears everywhere.

“God… if You kept me when I couldn’t even keep myself,
I’ll spend the rest of my life keeping Your name alive.”

Today, I mentor street boys.
I share my story. I help them find purpose, just like I found mine.
Because God didn’t just save my life…

He interrupted my death.

💭 Maybe you’re reading this, and you’re at your own “midnight.”

No light. No help. No reason to hope.
Can I be honest with you?

God still finds people in the dark.
Even if you gave up…
Even if nobody’s praying for you…
Even if you think you’ve messed up too much…

Mercy can still find you.

If He found me in the bush, He can find you in your pain.

✝️ Don’t give up. God still saves.

Type “God still saves” if this touched you.
Share this....someone out there is one prayer away from mercy.

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15/07/2025

“𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱”

They never really saw her.

Even in the room, she was invisible. When they spoke of strength, her name didn’t come up. When they praised wisdom, she was never mentioned. She was always the one people skipped.....like a page that didn’t matter.

But what they didn’t know was… she was bleeding quietly and building quietly.... all at the same time.

Mfon worked as a sales girl in a small boutique in Surulere. Every morning she’d sweep the shop, arrange hangers, and greet customers with a smile that masked her tiredness.

She had dreams....big ones.
She wanted to own a fashion line someday. But life didn’t look like it was heading there.

No one believed she had sense, except the gate man who always said,

“Aunty Mfon, e be like say you sabi book small sha. Your talk dey enter mind.”

She’d smile, embarrassed. Nobody had said that to her in years.

Her boss?
Only saw her as “the girl that keeps to herself.”
Even her colleagues mocked how “slow” she was, how she wore the same black shoes every week. They laughed behind her back, sometimes in front of her. And when one of them suggested people to manage their new online store, they skipped Mfon’s name.

“She’s too quiet. She can’t handle customers jare.”

That day, Mfon quietly walked to the back of the shop and cried behind the curtain. She wasn’t even crying for them.

She was crying for herself.

Crying because she knew she had potential, but it was buried under self-doubt, pain, and years of being overlooked.

But that night, she went home and prayed the prayer she hadn’t prayed in months:

“God… if You still see me, help me see myself again.”

Things didn’t change instantly.
But something changed in her.

She stopped begging people to see her value, and started learning in silence.

Every night after shop closed, she’d go home, borrow her cousin’s phone, and watch YouTube videos on how to manage online fashion stores, how to create flyers with Canva, how to respond to DMs professionally, how to write captions that sell.

Nobody knew. She was still Mfon....the quiet one.

But in the secret place, God was training a general.

One week, her boss traveled and forgot to assign someone to handle customer messages on Instagram.

Orders began piling. Confusion everywhere.

Mfon stepped up and offered to help.

Reluctantly, they let her handle the account.

In two days.....

Orders were flowing in smoothly

Captions were engaging

Customers were thanking them for the fast response

The boss returned and asked, “Who handled all this?”

“Mfon,” they said, eyes wide.

From that week on, she was no longer "the quiet girl."
She was the girl who got the work done.

The same people who once skipped her now asked her for help.

But she didn’t change because of them.
She changed because God found her in her quiet pain....and whispered, “I still see you.”

📖 Moral of the Story:

Sometimes, you’ll be the one they skip.
Not because you’re not good, but because your glory is still in process.

Let them skip you. But don’t skip your growth.
Let them overlook you. But never overlook your potential.
And when the time is right, God will announce you in a way no one can deny.

He sees you. Even now.

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02/07/2025

𝟭𝟭 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿… 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺....𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗞𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁.

“Are you the new girl?” a cheerful 17-year-old asked her, barely noticing the tightness behind the smile she forced.

She nodded. “Yes… I’m the new girl.”
And just like that, Ada sat on the third bench, shoulders back, eyes forward....but heart trembling.

They didn’t know.
Nobody in that classroom knew.
Not her age.
Not her story.
Not the weight of eleven long years she carried like an invisible backpack.

She finished secondary school at 18.
But life? Life didn’t play fair.

Dreams paused.
Finances disappeared.
Family issues piled up.
Hope thinned out.

One year turned into three.
Three melted into seven.
And before she knew it, she was a 29-year-old woman with dusty certificates and a dream she couldn’t bury.

But God kept nudging.
Whispers in the night.
Signs she couldn’t ignore.
Encounters that shook her.
Until one day....she said Yes.

First day on campus?

She nearly ran back home.

The hairstyles.
The Gen Z slang.
The cropped jeans and energy drinks.
Group chats filled with gifs and inside jokes.

She wore her confidence like borrowed shoes slightly uncomfortable, a little wobbly.

But Ada didn’t look her age....God gave her a teenage frame with a woman’s fire.
They never suspected she was older.

She laughed at jokes.
Cracked some of her own.
Even got called "smallie" once.

She’d smile outwardly.
But deep inside?
She battled voices:
“You're too old for this.”
“You should be married with kids.”
“What if you fail?”
“What are you even doing here?”

But Ada made a vow.
She held onto God like her life depended on it....because it did.
She studied late into the night.
She rewrote her notes three times to understand.
She cried in silence after difficult tests.
She giggled in group assignments pretending everything was fine.

Some nights, she looked at her ceiling fan and whispered, “Lord, if You brought me here, carry me through.”

And He did.

Two semesters later?

Top 5 in class.

No one knew the battles behind the scenes....
The panic attacks.
The loans.
The loneliness.
The “Happy birthday” texts from age mates with 3 kids.
The fear of being discovered.
The nights she just wanted to disappear.

But she didn’t give up.
Because she knew ..... some delays are divine training grounds.

✨Dear dreamer…

You, reading this.

Yes, YOU.
Who’s scared it’s too late.
Who thinks everyone has moved on without you.
Who thinks you’ve missed your chance.

This is your sign.
To pick up that form.
To write that book.
To learn that skill.
To go back to school.
To dare again.

Age doesn’t define your totality.
Delay is not denial.
There’s still oil in your jar.
And God is not done with you.

You’re not too old.
You’re not too late.
You’re not a failure.
You’re just on a different divine schedule.

Ada’s story isn’t just fiction....it’s a mirror.
And maybe, just maybe, it’s your story too....waiting to be rewritten.

Don’t let shame keep you from rising.

You’ve waited long enough.
Now it’s your time.

Encouragement for the brave hearts:

Your age is not a deadline, it’s a detail.

Your pace is not a punishment, it’s a process.

Your dream is valid.....even if it’s dusty.

Your God is still writing your story.

Don’t quit.
Not now.
Not after everything.
You owe your younger self a comeback.

And beloved, it’s going to be beautiful. 💖

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09/06/2025

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚
....𝘈 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Let me tell you the truth…
I almost got married to the wrong man.

Yes, I wore the ring. I took pre-wedding pictures. I even sent out invites. But deep down, I was drowning.

The wedding was just two weeks away when my tailor dropped the unfinished gown on the table and said,
"Madam, if you no get money, no dey disturb me."
I laughed awkwardly, but my chest was tight. That was the third tailor. No one seemed to finish anything I paid for.

Even Desmond....my fiancé.....wasn’t helping. He stopped picking my calls. He said, “There’s too much pressure… maybe we rushed this.”

I was so confused. I had prayed, fasted, sown seeds, even took a loan I hadn't repaid....just to make this wedding happen.

But everything kept falling apart.

One night, I overheard my parents arguing.
"She’s 31! Let her go and marry! We’ve done enough!"

I went to my room and cried like a baby.
I looked up and said,
“God, why are You silent? What have I done wrong?”

And in that moment of pain, I whispered,
“Even if You don’t fix this… I’ll still trust You.”

That simple surrender changed everything.

A month passed. No wedding. No call. Just silence.

Then one afternoon, Desmond called....from a hospital bed. He’d fallen ill. During that time, he said God showed him things… deep things.
About our foundation.
About our relationship.
About me.

And then he said,
“I don’t think I’m the one for you.”
Just like that, he ended it.

I won’t lie.....I was heartbroken. Humiliated. Angry.
But guess what?

That same year, I attended a youth conference, still healing, still confused…
And I met someone else.
No drama. No pressure. Just peace. Vision. Clarity.

Six months later, we got married.

Today, we run a mentorship program for young women....helping them avoid the kind of pain I went through.

Looking back now, I understand:
God didn’t delay my wedding to punish me. He delayed it to protect me.

So, if you’re reading this and you feel like your life is on pause,
Please… don’t force open doors God is closing.

His “no” might just be His greatest mercy.

Trust Him.
Wait.
Let Him write your story.

It will be BEAUTIFUL.

Have you ever experienced a painful delay that later turned into a blessing?
Please share your story in the comments....I’d love to read it and someone else might need it too.

28/05/2025

𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉: 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙄 𝘼𝙇𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙂𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙐𝙋

Two years ago, I sat on a narrow mattress in a one-room apartment with my head buried in my hands.

I had just lost my job.
My phone was filled with “We’re sorry to inform you…” emails.
Rent was due.
My younger sibling needed school fees.
And I had nothing left but tears and a worn-out Bible beside me.

That morning, I whispered, “God, where are You? Are You watching me drown?”

I was THIS close to giving up.
To deleting the dreams I once held tightly.
To calling that one person I said I’d never beg from again.
To pretending I was okay when I was falling apart inside.

But something strange happened.

As I scrolled mindlessly through my phone, I saw a post that simply said:

“Your breaking point might just be your turning point. Don’t give up.”

It hit me like thunder.
I wiped my tears.
I picked up my journal.
And I wrote a plan....just one small step I could take that day.

Fast forward to today…
That one step led to another… and another.
Doors began to open.
Opportunities came.
God began to restore everything I thought I lost.....and more.

I didn’t see the full picture then. But I see it now:
God was working behind the scenes the whole time.

This Tuesday morning, I want to tell you....you who feels overwhelmed, stuck, or forgotten:

Don't give up.
Even if it's hard to believe, keep trusting.
Take that one small step today.
Cry if you must, but don’t quit.

Your comeback might be closer than you think.

📖 “Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You preserve my life.” .... Psalm 138:7

Have you ever felt like giving up before? What kept you going? Share your story....someone might need it today.

27/05/2025

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗨𝗽

I remember that night like it just happened.

The world was quiet. Too quiet. Not because it was night, but because my heart had grown tired of hoping. I stared at the ceiling, not in prayer, not in thought....just empty. Like someone who had given so much and gotten so little in return.

That day, I had smiled at everyone. Sent out encouragement. Told others, “God is faithful.” But when I got home, I sat on my bed and whispered to God, “Why does it feel like You forgot me?”

Have you ever been there?

You pray for others, but your own prayer feels like a voice lost in the wind. You encourage others, yet your strength is quietly leaking. You believe in miracles, but your own faith is shivering in the cold.

That night, I didn’t ask for much. I just said, “God, I don’t need a sign. I just need to know You see me.”

And then something happened.

No voice. No earthquake. No angelic vision.

Just peace.

A peace that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. A peace that didn't fix everything, but reminded me: He sees me.

I slept differently that night. Not because the battles ended, but because I finally realized I wasn’t fighting alone.

And maybe that’s what someone here needs to hear today:

You are seen.
You are not forgotten.
Your prayers are not echoes.
Your tears are not wasted.
Your waiting is not empty.

God is not blind to your pain, nor deaf to your cries.

Sometimes He doesn't show up in thunder.
Sometimes He shows up in quiet peace.
In whispers.
In comfort.
In strength that makes no sense.

So if you’re at the end of yourself… maybe that’s where He’s been waiting to meet you all along.

You're not losing. You're learning to lean.

Take a deep breath, family. It’s not over.
Help is on the way.

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19/05/2025

I came across a post online today that stopped me in my tracks.
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙇𝙎...𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, one nerve at a time. As I read it, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their pain. The confusion. The questions. The ache of watching life slip away, slowly and painfully.

But in the middle of that heaviness, a quiet truth rose in my heart:

God still heals.
God still moves.
And God is still on the throne.

To anyone out there facing a terminal disease, or any kind of sickness....whether it's visible or hidden, physical or emotional.....I want you to know this:
All hope is not lost.

Doctors may give reports, but God writes the final chapter.
Your body may feel weak, but His strength is made perfect in weakness.
You may feel forgotten, but God has never left your side.

I don’t know how He’ll do it, or when. But I know this: He is able. And He is willing.

You are not alone.
You are not abandoned.
And your story is not over.

Healing is still possible.
Miracles still happen.
And Jesus still walks into hospital rooms and whispers, “Live.”

Hold on to Him.
Cry if you need to.
But don’t let go of hope. Because God is not done with you yet.

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19/05/2025

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗖𝗮𝗻… 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗗𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝘁

Sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is stop… and surrender.

We try so hard.
We plan, hustle, pray, push....
and still, things slip through our fingers.

Truth is, we are human.
There’s only so much we can do.
Only so far we can go.
And it’s okay to admit that.

Because we were never created to carry it all.
We were created to rely on the One who can.

God.

There are doors you can’t open.
He can.
There are hearts you can’t change.
He can.
There are battles you’re not strong enough to fight.
He’s never lost one.

So, this Monday, don’t just start the week with a to-do list.
Start it with surrender.

Let’s say this together:

“Lord, I’ve come to the end of myself. I know now that my strength is limited, but Yours is eternal. I can’t do this week without You. I surrender my plans, my pain, my fears.....everything. Go before me. Guide me. Carry me. I choose to rest in You. Amen.”

You don’t have to have it all figured out.
You just have to let God be God.

Let Him take it from here.

18/05/2025

𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗺𝗮: 𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴… 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗗𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆

My name is Gift.
And for a long time, I was alive… but not living.
I was breathing… but not free.

Asthma wasn’t just a sickness for me....it was a sentence.

It followed me everywhere. Like a shadow with claws.
It didn’t care if I was in church or on the road.
In the market or in a meeting.
In the middle of worship or mid-laughter....it would strike.

And when it did…
My chest would tighten like two invisible hands were squeezing my lungs.
Air became a luxury.
My inhaler became my closest companion....faithful, cold, metallic.
I carried it like a child carries their favourite toy.

I had mastered the signs:
Tightness. Shortness. Panic.
And the fear that came after… the fear that this time, I might not make it.

There was a night I’ll never forget.
It was raining heavily.
Everyone in the compound was asleep.
And just like that....an attack started.

No warning.
No mercy.
Just pain. Gasping. Desperation.

I remember crawling to the bathroom floor because it was the coldest spot in the house.
I laid there with my hand on my chest, whispering,

“God… please. I don’t want to die like this.”

That night, something broke in me.
Not physically....but spiritually.
I was tired. Tired of just surviving.

So when I heard about the Irede Prayer Programme, I decided to go.
Not because I had great faith.....
But because I had nothing else to lose.

The moment I entered the hall, I felt it.
The presence. The weight. The stillness.
Something was different.

During the worship, I didn’t sing. I couldn’t.
All I did was cry.
Silent tears.
Years of fear, frustration, and silent battles poured out of my eyes.

Then the pastor walked up and said, almost casually:

“God is healing someone with chronic asthma right now.
He said, ‘I’m releasing your lungs. You’ll breathe freely again.’”

I froze.
Did God just call my name in a crowd without saying it?

That night, I slept like a baby. No cough. No gasping. No fear.
I woke up the next day… still waiting for the attack.
But it never came.

It’s been over a year now.
I run without fear.
I laugh deeply.
I sleep peacefully.
And yes....I still have the inhaler… but only as a reminder of the prison God broke me out from.

You see, this isn’t just a healing story.
It’s a story of deliverance.
Of restoration.
Of freedom.

If you’re reading this and you feel like life is choking you.....
Whether it's sickness, fear, or silent battles that no one sees…

God sees you. He hears silent prayers. And He still heals.

I am Gift.
And I am a living testimony that when God breathes on you… everything changes.

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17/05/2025

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗠𝘆 𝗖𝗩 𝗚𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀....𝗢𝗿 𝗦𝗼 𝗜 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁

I was desperate.

I had just printed 20 copies of my CV with the last N1,000 I had.
I walked from office to office in Ikeja, dropping them off like seeds, hoping one would grow.

Tired, dusty, and hungry, I sat outside a random office building just to catch my breath.

Then a man walked out and asked,
“Are you the one dropping CVs around here?”

My heart sank. I thought he was going to insult me.

I stood up, embarrassed. “Yes, sir… sorry if I.....”

He cut me off.
“No, don’t be sorry. My friend runs a company and just mentioned needing someone urgently. I like your boldness. Send me your CV.”

I blinked. Was this for real?

I sent it.

Two days later, I got a call:
“We’d like to offer you the job.”

Same CV I thought was getting ignored… was getting noticed by God.

That’s how I moved from printing papers in cyber cafés to sitting behind a desk with my name on the door.

Listen, not all rejections are denial.
And not all delays are punishment.
Sometimes, your breakthrough is hiding in a detour.

Zoe Snippets

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