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My Name is Maryclaret I'M A CONTENT CREATOR...
A VIDEO EDITOR... A 3D Animator, an Influencer and
A BUSINESS ADMINISTRATOR...

ORIFLAME BRAND PARTNER...
WhatsApp: 09064213014

26/09/2025

Introduce yourself with what almost took your life!

Hi, I'm Rat 🐀

Good morning my people 🥰🥰
26/09/2025

Good morning my people 🥰🥰

24/09/2025

Why is almost everyone complaining that their videos and pictures are no longer earning when there is no v!olation?

If your mom is still alive say "God bless you Mummy" ❣️🥲😢🥲
24/09/2025

If your mom is still alive say "God bless you Mummy" ❣️🥲😢🥲

A must read 😂 😂😂
23/09/2025

A must read 😂 😂😂

23/09/2025

Is their a difference between the word: Customer and Client?

A must read 😂😂😂In the quiet village of Obidom, peace never lasted whenever Mama Zoey appeared. Wrapped in her blue and y...
22/09/2025

A must read 😂😂😂

In the quiet village of Obidom, peace never lasted whenever Mama Zoey appeared. Wrapped in her blue and yellow dress, her sharp eyes scanned every corner like a hawk. With a wicked laugh echoing across the huts, she carried a giant book where she wrote the names of villagers.

“Bring my tax!” she shouted, banging her walking stick on the dusty ground. Even children hid behind their mothers when they heard her voice.

The farmers trembled, clutching their little baskets of yam and coins. The hunters bowed their heads, handing her their hard-earned meat. Mama Zoey would take everything, smiling wide, as if the suffering of others fed her strength.

Yet, deep inside the villagers’ hearts, a plan was forming. They whispered among themselves, “One day, we will rise. One day, the wicked woman will pay for her greed.”

But until then, Mama Zoey’s evil laugh ruled the air, as heavy as the taxes she forced upon them.

🌟 Short Story: The Maid’s DreamOnce upon a time, in a small village, there lived a poor maid named Amara. Every day, she...
18/09/2025

🌟 Short Story: The Maid’s Dream

Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a poor maid named Amara. Every day, she swept the dusty floors of her master’s house, washed clothes by the river, and cooked meals she was never allowed to taste. Though her hands were rough and her clothes worn out, her eyes sparkled with dreams far bigger than her world.

At night, Amara would sit under the moon, whispering to the stars:
"One day, I’ll be free. One day, I’ll wear a dress of gold, and the world will know my name."

One evening, while returning from the river, Amara found a shining feather glowing softly on the ground. When she touched it, the feather burst into golden light, transforming into a radiant bird. The bird bowed and spoke:
"Your dreams are pure, child. Follow the light, and your destiny shall unfold."

The bird led Amara beyond the fields, into a land of wonders where her courage and kindness turned her into a princess not by birth, but by heart. And so, the maid who once scrubbed floors became the queen of her own destiny.

The maids secret dream
16/09/2025

The maids secret dream

The Maid’s Silent DreamAmara was only sixteen when she left her village for the city. Her mother had fallen sick, and he...
16/09/2025

The Maid’s Silent Dream

Amara was only sixteen when she left her village for the city. Her mother had fallen sick, and her father had no job. With three younger siblings to feed, Amara had no choice but to work as a maid in a wealthy household.

Her days began before the first light of dawn. She would scrub the marble floors until they shone, wash clothes until her hands were rough, and cook meals she never got to taste. The madam of the house often scolded her for the smallest mistake, while the children shouted at her as if she were invisible.

Yet, despite the hardship, Amara carried a secret dream. At night, when everyone was asleep, she would sneak into the corner of the kitchen where an old newspaper lay forgotten. With a stub of charcoal, she traced the letters, teaching herself to read. She dreamed of going to school, of one day writing her own name in ink, not just in the shadows of charcoal.

One evening, the young son of the house forgot his schoolbook on the dining table. Amara opened it carefully, her heart pounding. The pages were filled with stories, poems, and lessons. For weeks, whenever no one was watching, she read a little more. Her world began to expand beyond the walls of the house—into places she had never seen, into hopes she had never dared to keep alive.

Years passed. Amara saved every little coin she earned, hiding them in an old tin beneath her thin mattress. One day, when her mother was strong again and her siblings old enough to help at home, Amara left the big house with only a small bag and her precious tin.

She enrolled herself in night school. The teacher, surprised at her determination, encouraged her. Amara studied tirelessly, cleaning houses in the day and learning at night. Slowly, she began to write—not just her name, but her own stories.

Her first story was about a poor maid who dreamed of freedom. When it was published years later in a local newspaper, Amara cried. For the first time, her voice had been heard.

She was no longer just a maid. She was a storyteller, a dreamer, and proof that even the poorest heart could hold a fire strong enough to light the world.

Story: The Empire of DawnLong ago, when kingdoms were small and the world was still wild, there rose an empire known as ...
15/09/2025

Story: The Empire of Dawn

Long ago, when kingdoms were small and the world was still wild, there rose an empire known as The Empire of Dawn. Its first ruler, Queen Aeloria, was not only a warrior but also a visionary. She built cities of marble and gold, where knowledge was treasured more than silver, and justice stood taller than the tallest tower.

The empire stretched across mountains, rivers, and deserts, uniting people of many lands. Its banner, a golden sun over a crimson field, symbolized hope. But the empire’s greatness was not in its armies or wealth—it was in the way it inspired other nations to dream of peace, wisdom, and prosperity.

Even when centuries passed and the empire fell into legend, storytellers still spoke of the Dawn Empire, where courage built the walls and wisdom lit the streets.

14/09/2025

The mother: stay away from my son.

Me: you mean our son because he calls me mummy too. 😌😌

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