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Nancy Omunuzua, Enugu (2025)

19/07/2025

Saudi ‘Sleeping Prince’ Alwaleed bin Khaled Dies After 20 Years in Coma.

Prince Al-Waleed bin Khaled bin Talal Al Saud, widely known as the “Sleeping Prince” of Saudi Arabia, has passed away at the age of 36 after spending nearly 20 years in a coma.

His father, Prince Khaled bin Talal bin Abdulaziz, confirmed the heartbreaking news on Saturday, July 19, in a post on X.

Prince Al-Waleed fell into a coma following a traumatic brain injury during surgery years ago and had remained in a non-responsive state ever since. His condition had drawn widespread sympathy and prayers across the Arab world.

The family announced that funeral prayers will take place on Sunday, July 20.

He had a motor accident in London in 2005 when he was 15 years old.

He was aged 35 years.
May his gentle soul rest in peace 🕊️ 🙏

19/07/2025

DONT SHIFT YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO TEACHERS*

It is *AT HOME* that children should learn to say:

01 - Good morning
02 - Good afternoon
03 - Good evening
04 - Hello
05 - Please
06 - May I
07 - Sorry
08 - Forgive me
09 - Thank you very much
10 - Thank you
11 - I was wrong

It is *AT HOME* that we also learn to:

01 - Fear God
02 - Be honest
03 - Be punctual
04 - Not insult
05 - Be polite
06 - Respect everyone: friends, colleagues, elders, teachers, authorities

Again *at home* we learn to:

01 - Eat moderately
02 - Not speak with a
mouthful
03 - Have personal hygiene
04 - Not throw waste on the
ground
05 - Help parents
accomplish their daily
tasks
06 - Not take what does not
belong to you

Still *At home* we learn to:

01 - Be organized
02 - Take care of our
business
03 - Not touch other
people's belongings
04 - Respect the rules,
05 - Speak our mother
tongue (s), master our
good culture that
doesn't go against
GOD'S commandments
and expectations of us.

Because *AT SCHOOL* teachers should teach:

■ Mathematics
■ English
■ History
■ Literature
■ Government
■ Geography
■ Foreign language
■ Social Science
■ Chemistry
■ Physics
■ Biology
■ Philosophy
■ Sociology
■ Physical education
■ Art
■ Civic Studies
■ Economics
■ Religious Studies
■ Agric Science
■ Commerce
■ Home Economics
■ Technical Drawing, etc.

And only reinforce what the student has learned *AT HOME* !!!
Because it is from what we learned *AT HOME* that we, individuals will be respected, that we will respect the life, freedom and property of all.

"A CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE PERVERSION OF VALUES AND IN FAVOR OF THE FAMILY AND A BETTER NIGERIA AND WORLD !!!"

*Please send to all your contacts !!!*

*All families let’s fight together as one!!!*

*YES, IT IS MY BUSINESS!*

We are in a time when evil is upheld, and even defended, at the expense of the good.

Have you observed that in recent times, people hate to hear the truth about their children's abnormal behaviour?

Have you also noticed that some "accidental parents" will call you all kinds of names and even threaten to deal with you, just because you tried to correct some error in their parenting?

This happens most especially on the social media.

And before you know it, you see thorns of abuses being showered upon you, because you made a statement that did not agree with their ill- conceived ideas of parenting.

And the summary most often is, "How does it concern you? Is it your business how other people raise their children? Can't you mind your own business?..."

I want to tell everyone here that it is my business how you raise your children.

And it should also be your business how I raise mine, if you are a parent indeed.

🔴 It is my business because, your ill-parented children will corrupt other children, including mine.

🔴 It is my business because, you may raise more hoodlums, prostitutes, drug addicts, rapists, etc., in addition to the ones we already have in the society; thereby making the environment more unconducive and unsafe for everyone.

🔴 It is my business because, you may raise bullies and send them to the same school where normal children are.

And we can not afford to continue losing innocent children to untamed bull dogs who pretend to be students😡.

🔴 It is my business because, I am praying to be a father-in-law/mother-in-law tomorrow and I don't know who my child will bring home to me.

What if fate brings them together with your ill-parented son or daughter, whom you have craftily taught the art of deceit and pretence?

Wouldn't that mean that I may spend the rest of my life in bitterness watching my son or daughter going through pains in their marriage?

🔴 How you parent your children is my business because, every intentionally parented child is a special gift from God to humanity.

Who knows whether that child you are spoiling or neglecting today would be my destiny-helper tomorrow?

🔴 Don't tell me to mind my business when you are raising charlatans who will waste, rather than save lives in our hospitals; traumatise, rather than teach students/pupils in our schools; profane, rather than glorify the name of God in religious organizations, and cause havoc in every sector of the society, which all of us are meant to coexist in.

🔴 Stop telling me to mind my business because, I am a stakeholder in the upbringing of every child born in this time and season.

Every intentional parent knows that we are all stakeholders in the raising of the next generation.

Posterity will judge us if we see or hear evil and keep mute.

19/07/2025

I ruined a meal worth 50k and was confused on what to do about it, it was so bad that it won’t be healthy to serve dogs.

I didn’t want the mangement to know about it because they will deduct it from my salary.

I was looking so confused and worried until my My kitchen assistant ask me why I was worried and told me we can secretly dispose it without anyone knowing, the kitchen cleaner concurred and said it was a perfect idea.

I thought about It for a moment and it sound like a great plan because unlike the kitchen in Abuja here in nassarawa state no camera in the kitchen so I agreed to it.

We joined the meat with other trash in the kitchen and the cleaner went and dispose it outside by dropping it into the big tank we pour all of the company trash.

I was making a fresh meal but I was restless.
My conscience will not allow me focus and I was just having Anxiety.

I didn’t want any of the kitchen staff to have a leverage over me that will make them direspect me tomorrow because of the secret they kept for me.

So I promise myself that I was going to talk to my boss about it after lunch, and I don’t mind it being deducted from my salary.

After preparing lunch, I walk to my Boss office and told him what I have done apologize and told him I am cool if he decide to deduct it from my salary.

He was listening to me explain myself and then told me I just save myself because he was about to call my people in Abuja.
He told me was bitter when he heard the news as he didn’t expect such a thing from me.

I didn’t understand what he was saying until he told me that my kitchen asistant came to report me earlier that I ruin all of the meat and secretly went to trash it out.
She even took a video as evidence.

I was shocked told him thank you and walk to the kitchen and never said a word to my kitchen asistant or try to pick a fight with her.

I am just happy I open up about my sin to the management and willing to take any punishment they give to me.
It would have been a thing of shame if I had not reached out to my boss not knowing someone else has already reported me.

19/07/2025

Lord am forever grateful 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

18/07/2025

A BIRTHDAY PRAYER 🙏🏿

Dear God,

I am grateful for the life you have given me🙏🏻🙏🏻

I thank you for my family and friends, for my health and strength, and for all the opportunities I have been given🌹🌹

I know that I am blessed, and that you love me so dearly. Please help me so I will never take your love for granted ❤️❤️

On this day, MY BIRTHDAY
I ask for your continued guidance and protection, May your light continue to shine upon me and your countenance will continue to be upon me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Help me to keep getting better as a person, and to make a difference in the world. I want to use my life to glorify you, and to make you proud.

Thank you for loving me unconditionally 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Thank you for everything dear lord🙌🙌🙌

Happy birthday to me 🎉🎉🥳🥳🎂🎂🍾🍾🥂🥂

18/07/2025

“The Poor Girl Who Returned a Billionaire’s Wallet—And He Came Back for Her Heart”
Episode 3

I didn’t sleep that night. I lay on the floor beside Chike, staring at the ceiling like it had answers. My dreams, my heart, my hope—they all felt like a joke now. The woman on the TV looked like she belonged in his world. Expensive silk dress, diamond bracelet, lips that smiled with ownership. Fiancée, they called her. Not girlfriend. Not business partner. Fiancée. The word felt like acid in my throat. I didn’t go to the canteen the next day. Or the day after. I locked myself in and ignored his texts. “Can we talk?” “Please call me.” “I can explain.” I didn’t want his explanations. I didn’t want his car outside my shop. I didn’t want him. Or so I told myself. On the third day, I heard a knock at the door. Soft at first. Then louder. “Munachi, I know you’re in there.” His voice. So calm. So sure. I opened the door slowly. He stood there, under the scorching sun in a suit, sweating, his eyes tired. “You lied,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’re engaged.” “I was,” he replied. “Not anymore.” I blinked. “What?” He stepped inside. Sat down like he couldn’t stand anymore. “That engagement was arranged by my father’s company. A merger between families. I didn’t choose her. I didn’t even know her. I’ve been fighting it for years. But the day you returned that wallet… everything changed. You reminded me what choice felt like again.” I didn’t know if I could believe him. So much pain had built up. So many lies. “Why me, Alex? I’m nobody.” He looked at me then, really looked at me. “You’re the girl who gave back what the whole world would’ve stolen. You’re the one who dreams with your eyes open, who feeds her brother before herself. You’re not nobody, Munachi. You’re the most real thing I’ve ever known.” I tried to be strong, but the tears came. “They all said you’d never choose someone like me.” He smiled sadly. “That’s because they don’t understand. You didn’t fit into my world, Muna—you made me want to leave it.” Silence wrapped around us like a blanket. Then he stood, pulled out a ring—not flashy, not massive, just beautiful and simple. “I don’t care what people say. I don’t care where you’re from. I care that you changed me. I want to build something new—with you. No pressure. Just honesty. Just us.” I looked at Chike, who had been quietly watching from the corner. He gave me the smallest nod, his eyes full of that same hope I once gave him. I looked back at Alex. And with a shaky breath, I said, “Okay.” Years later, people would tell our story like a fairy tale. The girl from Mushin who returned a billionaire’s wallet and ended up with his heart. But for us, it was never about the money. It was about kindness. About doing the right thing when no one’s watching. About two broken people who found healing in the most unexpected place—each other.

The end.

18/07/2025

“The Poor Girl Who Returned a Billionaire’s Wallet—And He Came Back for Her Heart”
Episode 2

The black Range Rover kept returning, and each time it did, it brought new rumors. People in Mushin aren’t used to seeing cars like that unless they’re owned by politicians, cultists, or ghosts. Madam Bisi started standing straighter, frying her puff-puff with more pride. The wig girl beside me whispered with envy every time Alex waved at me. Even my landlord—who had threatened to throw us out just the week before—suddenly greeted me with a smile full of fake teeth. But inside me, everything was chaos. Why me? Why was this man coming back every day just to talk to a broke girl with broken dreams and borrowed perfume? He never asked for anything. Just sat there with that quiet intensity, listening to my stories like they were gold. I told him how my father died in a trailer accident. How my mother washed people’s clothes until her hands bled. How my younger brother, Chike, had asthma and I sometimes faked being full just so he could eat. He never interrupted. Never pitied me. Just nodded, sometimes smiling, sometimes clenching his jaw like he wanted to fix everything. One day, I asked him why he kept coming. He stared at me for a long time before saying, “Because you remind me of who I used to be—hungry, honest, and invisible.” I didn’t know what to say. I just looked away and blinked hard so he wouldn’t see the tears. That day, he left without saying much. But he came back the next morning—with an envelope. “Don’t say no until you’ve seen what’s inside,” he said, handing it to me. My fingers shook as I opened it. It wasn’t money. It was an admission letter—to a professional catering school on the Island. Paid in full. My name printed boldly across the top. I gasped. “But—how—why would you do this?” “Because you said your dream was to open a real restaurant. Not just fry akara on the street.” I tried to return it. He refused. “You returned my wallet. Let me return your dream.” I cried. I didn’t care who was watching. Madam Bisi hugged me so tightly, even the wig girl looked emotional. That night, Chike and I danced to no music in our one-room apartment, full of hope for the first time in years. But happiness in Mushin is never without whispers. By the next week, girls started calling me names. “Gold digger.” “Local witch.” “She must’ve done jazz.” Even my former best friend said, “He’s just playing with you. People like him don’t marry girls like us.” I wanted to believe she was wrong. But doubt grew like mold in my heart. Until one day, I saw Alex with a woman on TV. Tall, rich, beautiful. They called her his fiancée. And just like that, the floor beneath me crumbled.

To be continued...

18/07/2025

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18/07/2025

Your wife is hiding to do business but you are calling your sister to ask her how is business 😆😆

You said your wife should be a stay at home mum but your sister should have something doing and be productive 😆 🤣

Your son beat his wife, you advised her to endure that marriage is not easy

Them beat your daughter, you are in prayer house to destroy the powers that want to bring division in her home 😆 🤣

You told your brother not to disclose his properties to his wife but your husband is a bad man because he didn't carry you along in the last property he bought 😆 😂

Your abroad brother married and kept his wife in Nigeria and you supported it because in your defence " You don't want her to go about and open eyes for your brother "

Now you are refusing to marry abroad husband because he said you will be in Nigeria 😆 🤣

Aunty why.....

I thought you were okay with it ehhhhhh fine woman.

Let me just stop here 😆 🤣 😂

18/07/2025

MY mum 😁🤦

My mum finally joined WhatsApp LAST LAST, and this morning she started complaining to me.*
She said, “chai
this WhatsApp registration normally eat money o.”
“Mummy I don’t understand… how?” I asked.😳
She sighed and said: “Since I told
your brother to register me on WhatsApp, am always spending money on one thing or the other.”I was confused, 🙄I didn’t understand what my mum was talking about.

But after a while I got a clue and then asked:🤪
“Oh ok,
Mummy is *MB* that is eating your money?”
She raised eye brows😲 and said:
“Ah, which one is MB nah? 🙆‍♀️I hope I won’t pay for that MB of yours

Because I have payed 8k for chatting permit,

7k for friend request fee,

3k for posting fee,

6k for profile picture permit.
And this evening again, your brother said WhatsApp said they should
bring 5k for international WhatsApp passport.,

I am tired! 😞Is that how u guys spend money on this thing?”

Me, Then I said she will need WhatsApp Verification Number (WVN).
And that one is N35k only!!!,
but she should bring N30k that I will help her add the remaining 5k as a good child.🤪

I cannot come and miss out!..🤔

Mummy was happy 😊to hear this with a joyful laugh and now said to me that all these good thing you my children are doing to me, your children too will do more than that to you by God's Grace...🙏
Then I walk away as the situation has enter prayer...
🚶🏾🚶🏾🚶🏾

For 3 hours now mummy have been calling me to come and take the N35k for the number...

Should I collect it or not pls advice me o 😂😂😂

18/07/2025

If your mum sacrificed for you to be where you are. Let's appreciate them❤️❤️

Say a word of prayer

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