Reality life Issues

18/07/2025

Hey TUTS FAM 😋 🍽️ 🎉
Let’s talk about something that stirs silent reactions at the dining table... fish eggs. I came across the attached picture online and that brought about this thought process TUTS FAM.

👉🏼 Some people See fish eggs in their meal and smile like they just won a small lottery.

👉🏼 Others quietly push it to one side of the plate like, “Not today.”

But you... yes, you reading this, do you eat fish eggs?🤷🏼 Or is it a no for you, no matter how well it’s cooked?

Let’s settle this gently in the comments. No judgment zone! 💯

20/06/2025

22/04/2025

Yummy 😋

16/04/2025

Hey TUTS FAM 😋🍽️🎉, let’s settle this once and for all!

If you had to eat one meal every day for the rest of your life, what are you picking?
No second guessing o, just that one dish you can never say no to.🤔

Drop it in the comments and let’s see who has the best taste on the timeline!

16/04/2025

A Womb Full of Secrets: Season 2

Episode 6: The Voice Beneath the River

The last of the shadow creatures dissolved into ash and silence settled over the sanctum like a heavy curtain. Femi stood with the spear still glowing in his grip, his breaths ragged, his body humming with unfamiliar energy.

Achalogu’s hands lowered slowly as the shimmering light walls she had conjured faded into mist. She looked at Femi—her eyes no longer just hers. They glowed with the wisdom of those before her. There was power, yes, but also pain. Deep, ancient pain.

Muocha approached them, her face grim. “You have awakened, but the awakening is only the beginning. The true storm gathers at the mouth of the River Niger.”

Femi narrowed his eyes. “The river?”

“The heart of the ancestral balance,” Muocha said. “It is where the veil between worlds is thinnest. The shadow force that attacked you—those were scouts. The one who commands them… he was once a Guardian.”

“Once?” Achalogu asked.

“He was called Okwaraji—one of the strongest of our kind. But centuries ago, he turned. Drunk on his own gift, he sought to bend the Rivers’ power to his will. The ancestors sealed him beneath the riverbed, where he has waited… until now.”

Femi frowned. “Why is he waking now?”

Muocha looked at Achalogu’s stomach, then back at both of them. “Because of the child. Your child isn’t just a bridge—it’s a key. If Okwaraji gets to it before it’s born, he can unlock the ancestral gates and rewrite the balance of the world.”

A silence fell over the room.

“Then we go to the River Niger,” Achalogu said.

Muocha looked uncertain. “You’re not ready yet. You’ve only just awakened.”

Femi stepped forward. “We don’t have time. If he’s after our child, then delay is a luxury.”

Muocha studied them for a long moment, then nodded. “Then you must consult the Voice Beneath the River before you face him. It is the only way to find the path that will not end in death.”

They traveled in secret, guided by Muocha’s surviving guardians through underground river paths and forgotten caves until the current led them into a vast cavern lit by glowing stones and weeping roots.

In the middle of the cavern was a still pool—dark as night and impossibly quiet.

“The Voice sleeps below,” Muocha whispered. “Only the blood-marked may wake it.”

Achalogu stepped toward the water and pricked her finger with a sliver of silver bark Muocha handed her. A single drop of blood fell into the pool—and the effect was immediate.

The water rippled.

Then boiled.

Then turned mirror-smooth as a face emerged from its depths.

It wasn’t human.

Or maybe it was once—but now it was river and spirit, bone and current.

“You disturb me, child of the two names,” the Voice said. “Why?”

Achalogu’s voice was steady. “We seek the path to protect our unborn child. To stop Okwaraji from rising.”

The Voice studied her in silence. Then its gaze shifted to Femi.

“You. You do not carry the ancestral blood. Yet the Rivers have touched you. Why?”

Femi swallowed. “Because I chose her. And I will again. Every time.”

The Voice was still. Then, to their surprise, it smiled.

“Love is power. But it is not enough.”

It raised a hand and the waters swirled into a spiral. Within it, they saw flashes—Okwaraji’s prison cracked open, spirits fleeing the rivers, the Stronghold burning again, and the child being born into chaos.

“Your child’s birth will draw the enemy,” the Voice said. “To prevent it, you must bind the Gates with three Seals—each guarded by trials. One lies in Enugu’s ancestral shrine. One in the heart of Ibadan’s forgotten forest. The last… in the blood you fear to face.”

“Blood?” Achalogu asked, confused.

But the Voice had already begun to fade.

“You have little time. Choose courage over comfort, or lose everything.”

The pool stilled once more.

Femi clenched his fists. “Three Seals. Three chances.”

Achalogu nodded. “Then we begin with Enugu. My father’s land. The land of my birth.”

Unseen in the shadows above the cavern, a pair of eyes watched them, glowing faintly purple.

And then they disappeared.

To be continued...

16/04/2025

"The hand that gives today may need help tomorrow."

Generosity builds bridges; the kindness you show now may be your shelter in times of need.

16/04/2025

Good day ALT FAN-MILY 🙂