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12/07/2025

Anna had one mission—find a cute outfit for her best friend's wedding party. She strutted confidently into her favorite store, her eyes scanning racks of color.

As she picked out a bright yellow blazer, a store assistant rushed over.
"Congratulations!" the woman beamed. "You're our 100th customer today—you just won a free shopping voucher!"

Anna blinked, then grinned wide. “Well, I guess I came at the right time!”

She walked out with even more bags than planned—and didn’t spend a single extra naira.

Now how would you feel if you where Anna ?

Will you continue to buy from that particular store or will you continue to expect bonuses all the time ?

05/07/2025

Can you picture yourself in a world where people of all tribe's, tongues and nations will come together in a world free from war, corruption and many others that causes us pain ?
(Isaiah 2:4. 👇

He will render judgment among the nations And set matters straight respecting many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares And their spears into pruning shears. Nation will not lift up sword against nation, Nor will they learn war anymore.

28/06/2025

Title: The Dress of Destiny

In the heart of Lagos, there lived a young fashion designer named Amaka. She had a gift for creating bold, beautiful designs that spoke to the spirit of African pride. But one night, she had a dream—an old woman with glowing eyes handed her a sketch of a short Ankara gown covered in patterns that shimmered like fire and leaves in the wind.

Amaka woke up and immediately began to sew. She worked through the day and night, letting the spirit of the dream guide her hands. The result was the most stunning gown she had ever made—emerald green with golden-yellow and rust-red swirls that danced like magic.

She wore the gown to a fashion event, just to test it. As soon as she walked in, the room went silent. Photographers turned. Designers stared. A famous international stylist approached her and said, “That dress doesn’t just look new—it feels like it came from the future.”

From that day, Amaka’s life changed. Her phone never stopped ringing. People said her gown was not just fabric—it was a message from her ancestors, telling her she was destined to change the world of African fashion.

25/06/2025

Everyone has value, even with imperfections.

A water bearer has two pots. One is perfect; the other has a crack. The cracked pot feels ashamed until it learns that flowers bloomed only on its side of the path—water leaked and nourished them daily.

Moral: Your flaws can serve a beautiful purpose

23/06/2025

23/06/2025

In a quiet neighborhood in Lagos, lived Tosyn—a woman known for her graceful smile and calm presence. To her neighbors, she was the picture of a peaceful wife: always cheerful, her home always in order, her children well-mannered, her husband well-fed. But few knew the weight she carried in silence.

Each morning, Tosyn woke before the sun, her feet cold against the tiled floor. She would pray for strength—strength to endure the shouting that sometimes came at night, strength to hide her tears from her children, and strength to keep loving a man who barely saw her anymore.

Adekunle her husband, had once been sweet. But over the years, life hardened him. Stress became anger, and anger found its way into his words. He didn’t hit her—but the wounds of his insults stayed longer than bruises ever could. Tosyn never told anyone. “Marriage is for better or worse,” her mother had once said. So, she stayed.

At night, when Adekunle slept, she would sit by the window, her hands clasped tightly around her own. The silence in the house felt heavy, but it was better than fighting. She convinced herself that peace—any peace—was better than none.

She cooked his meals even when he didn’t say thank you. She smiled in public so no one would ask questions. She forgave him again and again—not because he said sorry, but because she didn’t want her children to grow up in a broken home.

Sometimes she wanted to scream. To walk away. To choose herself. But then she'd see her children sleeping, peaceful and unbothered, and she'd whisper, “Just one more day, Tosyn. Just one more day of peace.”

No one saw her cry into her pillow.

No one heard her heart break when Adekunle called her useless.

No one knew that Tosyn, the smiling wife, was slowly dying inside—choosing silence, sacrifice, and survival all in the name of peace.

And yet, every day, she rose.

Because women like Tosyn don’t always leave.

Sometimes, they stay—not because they are weak, but because they believe that holding the house together, even with bleeding hands, is a kind of love.

Even if it means no one ever notices the cracks.

22/06/2025

In a quiet corner of the city, a kind-hearted boy named Tobi found an old man sitting alone, hungry and tired. Tobi had only one piece of bread, but without hesitation, he knelt down and shared it.

The old man looked at Tobi with grateful eyes and whispered, “You may be small, but your heart is big.”

That day, Tobi learned that even a small act of kindness could bring great warmth to someone in need.

19/06/2025

Don’t wait for perfect conditions start where you are, with what you have. You’ll grow as you go. Remember, the world often mirrors how you see yourself. If you believe you're worthy, others will too.

Every successful person once doubted themselves—but they acted anyway. So wear your confidence like a crown. Stand tall, speak clearly, and walk like the world belongs to you—because it just might, if you’re bold enough to claim it.

01/06/2025

Title: Ada’s Hustle in Lagos

Every morning before the sun rose over the skyline of Lagos, Ada was already awake. A 28-year-old fashion designer from Enugu, she had come to Lagos three years ago with nothing but a small suitcase, her sewing machine, and a heart full of determination.

Ada lived in a tiny apartment in Yaba, where the noise never stopped and the power never stayed. But Ada didn’t complain. She had a dream — to own one of the biggest fashion houses in Nigeria.

By day, she worked as an assistant in a big tailor's shop on the Island, learning the tricks of the trade. By night, she worked on her own designs, sewing custom dresses for clients she found on Instagram. She didn’t have much — her workspace was a corner of her room lit by a rechargeable lamp — but she made magic with her hands.

Her designs soon began to turn heads. One day, a popular influencer wore one of her dresses and tagged her online. Overnight, her page blew up. Orders poured in. People called her "Ada the Stitch Queen."

But the road wasn’t easy. She battled Lagos traffic daily, dealt with difficult clients, rising fabric prices, and sometimes no light for days. Still, Ada never gave up.

Now, three years later, Ada owns her own fashion studio in Lekki. She employs five other young ladies, teaching them the same skills that lifted her up. Her story is one of grit, grace, and the unstoppable spirit of a Nigerian woman.

Every time someone asks her how she made it, Ada smiles and says,
"Na God… and small small hustle."

Here are 3 lessons from Ada’s story:

Hard Work and Consistency Pay Off
Ada started small with limited resources, but she worked day and night. Her consistent effort and dedication helped her grow her brand and achieve her dream.

Never Give Up, Even When Things Are Tough
Lagos life wasn’t easy—traffic, power issues, and financial struggles—but Ada didn’t quit. She pushed through the challenges and kept moving forward.

Help Others as You Grow
After finding success, Ada gave back by employing and training other young ladies. This shows the importance of lifting others as you rise.

Use Social Media Wisely
Ada grew her business by posting her work online. One viral moment changed her life. This shows that social media can be a powerful tool if used the right way.

Start with What You Have
Ada didn’t wait for a big shop or perfect tools — she began with a small corner and a rechargeable lamp. Her story teaches us that you don’t need everything to start; just begin with what you have and grow from there.

30/05/2025

Title: "The Surprise Celebration"

It was a regular Thursday afternoon, or so everyone thought. The hum of keyboards filled the open-plan office, phones buzzed, and the coffee machine hissed its usual tune. But behind the scenes, something was brewing.

By 4 p.m., the main lights dimmed, and fairy lights blinked to life across the walls. A colorful “Congratulations!” banner stretched across the glass partition. Balloons bounced gently in the air-conditioned breeze. One by one, employees began to gather, called in with excuses like “quick team check-in” or “help me test the projector.”

Among the surprised faces were six standouts:

Amara , the youngest, wore a burgundy dress and her signature curly hair. She giggled as she grabbed a cupcake, completely unaware she was about to be called to give a spontaneous speech.

Jordan , ever the charmer in a navy blazer, clinked glasses with the others, quietly proud of the team's success on their recent project.

Tara stood by the snack table, her laugh contagious, as she helped serve fruit punch with a graceful hand.

Mr. Ade , tall with a salt-and-pepper beard, watched fondly as his team celebrated. He rarely smiled so openly, but today was different.

Ms. Nnenna , always elegant, wore a green dress and gold earrings. She leaned in to talk to Jordan, recalling stories from past office events.

Auntie Kemi , the team’s unofficial “office mum,” rocked her floral blouse and clapped loudly when the music started. Her laughter rang louder than the speaker.

As the party went on, speeches were made, photos were snapped, and stories shared. It wasn’t just a party—it was a celebration of friendship, milestones, and teamwork.

And as the fairy lights twinkled and the cupcakes disappeared, one thing became clear: this office wasn’t just a workplace—it was a family.