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13/01/2025

This month I’m opening an orphanage for chickens. If I see any chicken walking alone without parents, straight to my orphanage 😌

12/01/2025

At this point We have to improve our stinginess so that we can cope better in this economy...
We have to do better this year

12/01/2025

What could be the curse 🥲🥲🥲

01/01/2025

The rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the tempest in Elara's heart. Liam, her poet, had been gone for weeks, traveling the country, chasing inspiration. He'd promised to write, to send her poems, but the silence had stretched on, a hollow echo in her soul.
She picked up his worn leather-bound journal, the pages filled with his swirling script. Each line, each word, was a love letter, a testament to their passionate affair. She traced the faded ink, a tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek.
"To Elara, my muse, my love," she read aloud, her voice trembling. "Even in this bustling city, I feel your presence, a ghost in the crowded streets, a whisper in the wind."
Suddenly, a knock at the door startled her. A weathered postman stood on the doorstep, a single, rain-soaked envelope clutched in his hand. Elara's heart pounded.
It was from Liam.
She tore open the envelope, her breath catching in her throat. Inside, nestled amongst a handful of dried wildflowers, was a poem, his handwriting flowing across the page:
The rain falls like tears, mirroring my soul,
Missing your touch, losing all control.
Each drop a memory, of your laughter's sweet sound,
A love like ours, forever unbound.
Though miles may separate, our spirits entwine,
A love like ours, a timeless design.
I write these words, beneath a sky so gray,
Longing for your embrace, come what may.
Soon I'll return, my love, to your arms I'll fly,
And beneath the stars, we'll forever sigh.
For in your eyes, I find my own true north,
A love eternal, a love reborn.
Tears streamed down Elara's face, but they were tears of joy. His words, a lifeline across the miles, had reached her, a beacon of hope in the stormy weather. She knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that their love would weather any storm, any distance.
As the rain continued to fall, Elara clutched the poem to her chest, her heart overflowing with a love that transcended time and space.

23/12/2024

I finally made my own sofa. No need to pay a carpenter a penny. I hope I've not disappointed the brotherhood?

23/12/2024

I promised myself I would never become a stepfather, but this young boy has touched my heart. I'm beginning to love the boy

21/12/2024

so it was all a movie 😂😂😂

13/10/2024

OMG 😳😳😳

12/10/2024

I've received 300 reactions to my posts in the past 30 days. Thanks for your support. 🙏🤗🎉

12/10/2024

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12/10/2024

I respect what you eat please respect what I eat too. Different cultures means different foods. thank you 🙏🙏

12/10/2024

What I order vs what I got 😳😳😳

12/10/2024

We shall survive to witness the conclusion of this year, this year we will not meet our demise, in Jesus' name. 🙏🙏

10/10/2024

3 people who are very difficult to advise in life; a man with money, a woman in love, and that African mother following a prophet.

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