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01/08/2025

A goat bra may sound humorous at first, but it’s actually a practical tool in dairy goat farming, especially for does (female goats) that are lactating or have udder health concerns.

Why a Goat Bra Is Important:

1. Protects the Udder from Injury

1.A goat’s udder hangs low, especially in high-yielding dairy breeds like Alpine, Saanen or Toggenburg.
11.A bra supports the udder and prevents it from dragging on the ground or getting scratched by thorns, rocks or sharp objects, especially in free-range settings.

2. Prevents Mastitis
1.Mastitis is an infection of the udder that can occur due to bacteria entering through cuts or cracks.
11.A clean, fitted bra shields the teats from dirt, insects and contact injuries, reducing risk of infection.

3. Helps Postpartum Healing
1.After kidding, some goats may develop edema (swelling) or saggy udder.
11.A bra provides gentle support, improving blood flow and aiding faster recovery.

4. Prevents Kids from Over-Nursing
1.When kids suckle too aggressively or frequently, it can damage the udder.
11.A bra helps control access, especially if the doe needs rest between nursing or is weaning.

5. Supports Uneven or Large Udders
1.Goats with one side larger than the other or with pendulous udders, need extra support to avoid permanent damage or strain.
11.A goat bra keeps the udder evenly balanced and supported.

6. Keeps the Udder Clean Before Milking
1.If you’re producing milk for human use (like for cheese, yogurt, or skincare) hygiene is key.
11.A bra acts as a clean barrier between the udder and the environment.

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03/07/2025

"A Mistake I Can't Forgive Myself For"

— Anonymous

I’m 24. A fresh graduate. Just starting out in the world, and life recently gave me an opportunity—a new job. My first day should have been a dream come true. Instead, it became a silent nightmare I’ve been carrying in shame.

On that day, my period came. I was already trying to hold myself together—new faces, expectations, pressure to perform, fear of failing before I’d even begun. In the middle of it all, I went to the restroom and changed my sanitary pad. But in the panic of being fast and getting back to work, I made a careless, yet unintended mistake.

Instead of disposing of it properly in the sanitary bin, I wrapped it quickly in tissue and placed it behind me—just for a moment—intending to throw it away when I was done. But time moved fast, my thoughts were scattered, and in the rush of everything new, I forgot.

That one moment… I didn’t know it would unravel me.

Later that day, the cleaning lady entered the restroom for her routine rounds. A few minutes later, her voice pierced the building.

"What kind of person does this?!"

She was furious. Yelling. Disgusted. I froze.

A crowd gathered to see what she was screaming about. And there it was—my mistake, now everyone’s spectacle. I wanted to vanish. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t confess. Shame gripped my throat like a vise. She went on, vowing to find the culprit. She said she’d "take it home" and "show the person flames."

I’ve never felt so exposed yet invisible. Humiliated. Ashamed. Alone.

Since then, I haven’t known peace. I don’t sleep well. I’m haunted by what she might do with it. The fear that she knows it was me lingers in every step. I avoid her. I change paths. I flinch

03/07/2025

Last night was funny as I had a chat from a long time ex I used to date back then. A single mom she is. Didnt know she still got my number. According to her, she reached out so she can curse me directly over what I did to her the last time we ever saw, that I was evuul, that she's still pained how I left her 🥴.

So what happened on that last time was, She called me asking me to come visit her at her place. While on my way, she sent a message asking me to help buy some raw meat at a market close to her area. So I branches the market. I bought goat meat and two smoked fish, I also bought a 'Best cream' because she once said she likes drinking it.

Now,, when I arrived, she drank the Best immediately and threw the little bottle into the dustbin inside the house. She quickly brought out the meat&fish, washed them and started cooking.
Then she said she was going to have her bath.

While she was in the bathroom, I heard her talking on the phone. When the call ended, she came out wrapped in her towel and sat on my lap and said:
'My Angel, My Satisfaction, the Archer of my heart', please I'm sorry I have to tell you that The father of my child says he’s on the way to bring money and some stuff for his child, that he comes often like this. So i don’t want him to find you here. If he sees that I’ve gotten a new Man, he might stop supporting the child. Please can you understand and just go for now, I’ll call you when he leaves?…”

I looked at her and said alright, I didn’t even ask her any questions. She kissed me and said, thanks baby, please don't be mad, “Let me finish bathing. He said he’s almost here. I Love You”, Then she went back to the bathroom.

Now, I quietly stood up, went to the kitchen, opened the pot and took all he pieces of meat and fish she had cooked. I sipped some of the soup, but it was too hot to finish, so I picked up the Best cream bottle from the dustbin and poured the rest of the soup into the empty bottle.

Then I added some water to the pot and

03/07/2025

Big shout-out to my newest top fans! Mhiz Costly

29/06/2025

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22/06/2025

🔥 Let’s kick off Chapter 1 with serious atmosphere, layered suspense, and cinematic flow. Here's a professionally rewritten Chapter One for “My Wife Locks the Room Every Time We Finish Making Love” — crafted to grip from the very first line and flow like a movie:

CHAPTER 1 — THE KEY

The first time it happened, I thought it was a mistake.

We had just finished. You know—that kind of slow, lazy lo******ng that makes a man feel like God took his time with creation. I drifted into sleep like a baby. Peaceful. Spent.

But sometime around 2 a.m., I woke up thirsty and walked groggily toward the door.
That’s when I heard it.

Click.

The sound of a key turning in the lock.
Soft. Deliberate.

I paused.

Maybe I imagined it. Maybe it was the fridge or the wind or—

No. I tried the handle.

Locked.

I turned slowly. She was sitting up, fully awake, the white bedsheet wrapped around her like a shroud. Her face was blank, her voice low but clear.

“Don’t open the door when I’m asleep.”

I blinked.

“What?”

She repeated it. Word for word.
Not louder. Not softer. Just… final.

“Don’t open the door when I’m asleep.”

I stood there for a second, trying to read her. Her face showed no fear, no panic—just calm authority. Like it was the most natural rule in the world.

I laughed awkwardly, scratched the back of my neck.

“You’re joking, right?”

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she lay back down, turned her back to me, and pulled the sheet over her shoulder.

The silence that followed was deep.
Too deep.

I climbed back into bed. Eyes wide open. Mind spinning.

We’d only been married a month.

A whole wedding, a honeymoon in Calabar, promises whispered in candlelight… and now this?

I didn’t sleep much that night.

By morning, it was like nothing had happened.

She kissed me softly. Made yam and egg sauce. Hummed a gospel song while brushing her hair. Same Adaeze. Same serene, sweet wife I married.

No mention of the door. No key in sight.

I wanted to ask. To drag the conversation

Annie's Books

16/06/2025

STRAW

STAW [IN THE DARK ROOM] // ELISODE 1

The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead—a sterile sound in a sterile place. Cold white walls. Steel corners. One heavy door with no handle. And the silence. That unbearable, sharp-edged silence that seemed to watch them more than they watched each other.

Two chairs. One table. A camera in the upper corner of the ceiling, red light blinking like a pulse.

Silas sat still, legs apart, fingers laced together tightly on the table. His eyes didn’t roam. They were fixed—straight ahead, unblinking, studying the space as if willing it to speak first. He was mid-thirties, lean build, shirt half-tucked like he’d been taken in a hurry. There was blood under his fingernails—old, dry, not his.

Across from him, Mara was pacing. Barefoot. Her heels clicked against the linoleum when she stomped, even with no shoes on. She had a presence too large for the room, like even her silence would echo louder than sound. Her hair was knotted to the side. Makeup smeared. A tear in her blouse.

"How long have we been here?" she asked. Not for the first time.

Silas didn’t answer. Not out of ignorance, but design.

"You gonna stay mute forever, or are you planning your next performance?" she snapped, spinning on him. “You’ve got that look. Like you already know how this ends.”

Silas slowly turned his head. His voice was calm, detached. “The more noise you make, the smaller the room gets.”

She laughed—hard, bitter, hollow. “That’s rich coming from you. The man who speaks in riddles and holds his breath like it’s currency.”

No response.

Mara leaned over the table, eyes narrowing. “Tell me, Silas—do you think they’re watching us right now? Or just recording for later? For evidence?”

Silas's gaze flicked to the camera, then back to her. “Does it matter?”

“It does to me.”

He sighed. “They said nothing before they locked the door. They didn’t explain the rules. That means there are none. Which means everything matters.”

That gave her pause. She pulled out the chair and sat, legs crossed. Tension settled like fog between them.

A loud *click* echoed. The single bulb in the room dimmed, then flared back. A mechanical voice followed.

**“You may begin.”**

Mara sat upright. Silas’s face remained unreadable.

“Begin what?” she asked the ceiling.

No response.

Silas spoke, voice flat. “The game.”

---follow for comment episode 2 for next episode

[to be continue ]

28/04/2025

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28/04/2025

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29/03/2025

I don't believe this is an Angel of God

01/11/2024

MAY UR HEART BE HAPPY & UR DAYS BE BRIGHT.
MAY UR ROADS BE SMOOTH & UR BURDENS BE LIGHT...
MAY U FIND THE DREAMS & TOUCH THE STARS &
NEVER FORGET HOW SPECIAL U R !!!!
happy new month ❤️

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