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21/09/2025

SUNDAY FUN PUZZLE :

There are 3 friends, James, Peter, and Paul. Each have 3 loaves of bread that can only serve them for 3 meals daily each, but for lack must sustain them for 2 days. On the 2nd day, they must complete a tedious physical task to earn their next meal, or they'll starve.

1. James eats all 3 loaves on Day 1, saying, "If I'm well fed today, I'll have plenty of energy to tackle the task tomorrow and earn my next meal!"
2. Peter eats 2 loaves on Day 1 and saves 1 for breakfast on Day 2, reasoning, "I'll fuel up today and save a little for tomorrow's breakfast to give me a boost before tomorrow's task."
3. Paul rations his food, eating half of each loaf over the 2 days, thinking, "If I spread my food out evenly, I'll have a steady supply of energy and won't get too weak or hungry."

Which of the friends took the best decision?

ECONOMISTS , NUTRITIONIST AND MATHEMATICIANS IN THE HOUSE OVER TO YOU ,THE CORRECT ANSWER IN THE COMMENTS SECTION COMES WITH A PRICE .

PUZZLE CREATED B:Y EMEKA RODSTICK EZEH

( PENGOD)

18/09/2025

A TRUE LIFE STORY

My name is John, a trader in one of the popular markets in onitsha , I met my wife Chika , beautiful,tall ,fair complexion,soft spoken young woman the day she accompanied her uncle my good customer to my shop to buy some goods from me .

The moment I saw her I knew she's going to be the one for me and afterall it won't be hard since her uncle is more than a customer to me but now a friend, as she said " good afternoon sir " to me ,her sonorous voice adds wonders to her beauty.

I later went straight to tell Andy her uncle of my intention and everything went as planned, before a year time Chika and I are already married, but thugs started getting bad for me after our marriage, my business which was booming started declining,to make matter worse ,7 years to the marriage there's no child to show for it. we tried all means in search of the fruit of the womb to no avail.

One day I decided to go the village and try spiritual means to know what is behind my misfortunes both that of financial challenges and childlessnes.
On my way to the village in a public transport I boarded, a pastor whom much of the passengers did not pay attention to,either because he appeared poorly dressed or because they already got fed up with gospels ,as there had been another woman who identified herself as a Minister that had earlier preached and prayed for passengers before departure from the bus terminal and the experience did not end well with most of the impatient passengers who are already fed up with the bus delay in the park,as the female minister had asked for financial support at the end of her sermon and prayers.

Anyways ,this particular pastor preaching for us again in the bus seems to make more sense with his Bible teaching which he backs up with related Bible quotations intervally that it often seems to draw my interest despite the fact that my mind was consumed by the burden of my predicament which I was heading to get a solution for ,and to make him more interesting ,the pastor unlike the female minister, concluded his teachings without seeking financial support or advertise his ministry for patronage which is common with some pastors nowadays.
However,he did something that made me raise eyebrows,as he casted a rare glance at me and finally say with a smile concealing his true intention as he finally said " brother John '' please I would like to see you when we drop , I will also be stopping at the last bus stop "
I was shocked that this so called pastor knew my name, I wonder how and in the ripples of my thoughts,I concluded ,he may be from my hometown and probably know me from the village , since my village is our final destination and maybe he wants to engage me in a familiar conversation which I am certainly not in the mood for at the moment , so I just nodded casually at him to indicate I accept his request even though I wasn't interested in whatever he's going to say or was I happy with the stares he triggered from the curious passengers

We finally dropped at the park and alighted one after another ,I almost forgot the pastor's request when I overheard someone call me " Brother John" I recognised the voice and turned around to see the pastor standing behind me with a smile, so I greeted " good afternoon sir " and added curiosily "have we met before sir " his reply shocked me instantly " No we haven't met my son " then how on earth did he know my name or could he be lying,I was about interrogating him, when he added " I was directed to you by the holy Spirit ".
For once I took a thorough look at this mysterios fellow who claimed some spirit told him my name and I asked again" please who are you ?" ,
He stared me straight in the eyes and said " don't go where you are about to , the solution to your problem is not there "
Now I'm beginning to get scared than shocked ,how could he know I was on a mission to seek solution to my mishap

He continued " brother John ,I know your having financial challenges and I also know you and your wife desperately need the fruit of the womb after seven years of childlessness , now I want to ask you a question, does your wife get mad at you whenever you touch her at midnight, shunning you never to try it again ? ".
His last question sparks flashes of my misfortues to my mind.
I remembered how the devil my wife always turned to once it's midnight and I want to make love to her, in most case she applied physically threats just to scare me , warning me never to disturb her night rest ,it became an unavailable ritual and becuase of my peaceful nature and my love for her , I decided to stop making love to her by midnight.

With this thoughts still flooding my heads ,I nodded at the pastor and, told him that he's right and asked how he knew all this about me ,he told me that it's not every pastor I see that is a fake ,but he doesn't need to go into details on the topic as it wasn't his assignment to me .

He told me that I should just visit my parents and go back to the city as he reminded me that I can't find solution there in the village as I thought,he also said that when I get back from my journey,I should try touching my wife again for love making at exactly 1:AM ,that she will repeat her violent response and if she does, I should call him to inform him and he will tell me the next steps.

He dropped his number with me and I tried to give him a token from the little money I was having but he declined saying he's not after my money but a solution to my problems , he reminds me to call and we parted ways .

When I got back home ,I tried what he said, I made advance towards my wife for lo******ng few minutes after 1:AM like he though it wasn't easy keeping awake for the assignment to maintain the said time as I only came back from the trip earlier same day but it was worth trying .
When I touched Chika my wife this time,the hostility was even worse as I got a hot slap in return with same warning ,never to disturb her night rest , I endured it as usual .
In the morning I wanted to call the pastor as he requested but I couldn't find the piece of paper which he used in dropping his number as my battery was low the day we met , I was devastated, and it took me till the next day to discover the paper with the number folded with an old rumpled 100 naira note ,I quickly gave him a call ,I told him my experience 2 nights ago which ended ugly as usual ,,he urged me not to worry about that ,and said that I should try same thing tonight and that this time if she' becomes aggressive to me that I should be sober and ask her what I have done to her to deserve what she's doing to me and also ask her why she hates me .
He added that I should make sure that tears spill from my eyes as I say this emotional words , that once she set eyes on my tears ,she will make a strange confession to me .
That night I did as the pastor instructed,she was aggressive as usual but when I started shedding tears , I was able to import from reflecting on my misfortune , the pastor's revelation came as he prophecised , this time she looked into my eyes as tears broke out from her eyes too . She cuddled me crying.

She apologized for how she has treated some nights like that night, she said that she doesn't hate me , that what is poccesses her to such actions is beyond her mortal control , I asked her what that may be and the question returns the devilish expression that was previously on her face hidden by tears as she warned me not to ever ask her questions but follow her orders, if I want a solution to our problem, she asked me to promise that I will obey all she will instruct me to do without argument or anymore question, and I also warned that I should not tell anyone whatever we have discussed. I agreed, wholeheartedly of course why should I do anything to jeopardize the chances of getting a solution to our problems whatever it maybe. We went back to sleep or rather to bed because there wasn't any sleep not for a troubled soul like mine, as my mind was racing with thoughts and fears of the mysteries unveiling which I'm warned not to question about.

In the morning,we all went to our usual daily businesses without saying a word about last night incidence ,because she is a petty trader in a near by market that specializes in food items , I couldn't concentrate in my business that that as I patiently wait for her next line of actions.

At about 3':PM , she called me and requested I start coming home ,so I locked up the shop and left for home .
As I was getting home ,she was already sited at the pavement,she told me that the journey we are about to embark will require some money that I should get myself ready with about 80,000 naira for some things we are going to buy and she added that everything we are going to buy, should be bought by me and paid by me .She also warned me never to negotiatie the prices of the items .I agreed , used a nearby POS to get 100,000 naira from my business savings and we left the house , when we got to the junction she flanked down a Keke and told the Keke person to take us to a popular local market within , the same market where she trades , we boarded the Keke and maintained absolute silence throughout the ride .

We finally got to the market and she told me to buy a big "Ghana must go" bag which I obeyed without questions as we agreed,then she lead the way through the market till we got to the end part of the market where they sell spiritual materials for rituals , somewhere I don't even know that it exists in the market, she turned to me and say in our Igbo dialect " Ife obuna ntulu aka ,igolu ,ekwekwe na onu". meaning , I should go ahead and buy any item she points at without negotiating the price, I nodded ,as she keeps pointing at frightening ritual items and I kept buying without negotiating as instructed.

We bought most of this items to the point that the Ghana must go bag was filled with them, and it took us about 3 hours to find all she wanted,by the time we are rounding up it's already dusk ,then we left the market for home .
After having our dinner which we both did not take much of as we are both apparently lost of appetite, at about 12 :PM , she woke me up and instructed that I should get the items we bought which I carefully kept within the bedroom, I did as she said and she resounded her warning that I shouldn't ask her any questions but follow orders . " Anukwanam ajuju obuna , just nesom " in our Igbo dialect.

Together we set out of the house by that midnight with the Ghana must go bag on my head . A journey that remains a mystery to me .

END OF PART 1

To be continued....

BY EMEKA RODSTICK EZEH

( PENGOD)

18/09/2025

When the days get dark, don't forget to keep accurate records of people’s behaviors towards you because it defines who they truly are, so that when the sun shines again, you can identify wolves in sheep's skin .
What do I even know,just a wordsmith crafting LEGACIES.

BY PENGOD

15/09/2025

WORDS ON MARBLE:

A LITTLE DROP OF KINDNESS TODAY, STIRS AN OCEAN OF A GREATER TOMORROW...

BUILDING A BETTER HUMANITY IS A COLLECTIVE EFFORTS, NO QUOTA CAN BE UNDERESTIMATED.
LET LOVE LEAD

I'm PENGOD ..
Just a wordsmith molding legacies

BY : EMEKA RODSTICK EZEH
( PENGOD)

14/09/2025

WORDS ON MARBLE:

I came across something on social media today, something that I can't imagine a sane person posting on a Sunday and I was shocked,let me not talk about the post in particular as I want to use this opportunity to address a critical issue that affects us all, regardless of age, background, or social status. The issue is the "misuse of social media "and its detrimental impact on our society, particularly in Nigeria. As a nation, we are grappling with numerous challenges, from ineffective governance to economic instability, and it's imperative that we utilize our platforms judiciously to promote positive transformation.

There's no doubt that the positive impacts of social media are significant, especially in serving justice, exposing evil where other means can't, rewarding good, keeping people informed, boosting business opportunities and uniting families, friends, organizations, and continents as well as promoting our rich traditions and cultures., especially mine as NWA AFO IGBO However, these positive impacts remain only a fragment compared to its negative side.
It's a lie that even the devil can't tell to deny the fact that , social media has become a breeding ground for frivolous issues that divert our attention from advocating for good governance and mislead our youths on viable means of livelihood. We've witnessed – explicit content, profanity, underage exploitation, desperate clout chasing and attention-seeking, and abuse from/on both parents and kids. A common example of this is how online gossip , trolling , bullying with this busybodies who contributed to culmination of issues in the marriage of Nollywood actor Yul Edochie. Instead of focusing on pressing national issues like failed governance, insecurity( especially in the north east and south east )unemployment, and economic instability that has forced helpless Nigerians migrating to other countries (Japa) to better their financial conditions and most often in very severe circumstances, why do we waste our energies on "reconcilable issues between couples and immediate family members forcing the title of "online in-laws" on themselves or should I say "online lunatics" in my own definition.

The wealth competition fueled by online financial oppression has driven youths to engage in unscrupulous activities for quick wealth, often to keep up with peers. Ironically, the so-called oppressors' posts often showcase fake lifestyles and borrowed luxury, creating unrealistic expectations.No wonder internet fraudsters legalized with the term " Yahoo boys" and prostitution, glorified with the term" hookup " are on the rise .

This trend is not only destructive to individual relationships but also to the fabric of our society. We find ourselves entangled in tribal wars, religious differences, and social oppression, all fueled by online consumption. Our youths are distracted from meaningful pursuits, and their actions have given room to questions about their morality and family upbringing, which is not surprising since we have more morally decayed individuals and had baked disciplinarians as parents nowadays who have left their parental duties for online laxity as well as their children who have lost interest in any potential ventures aside social media distractions that only generate income to a few despite the desperate measures to gain from it often resulting to the nuisance we see online as contents. And I often wonder is there nothing more our youths can gainfully engage in if not "social madness "or could our late /past President Muhammadu be right when he said that "Nigerian youths are lazy." Are we truly utilizing our time and resources productively, or are we merely perpetuating mediocrity?

Another concerning issue is how individuals with questionable character are often rewarded and celebrated more than those who truly merit recognition. There's an issue recently, which I wouldn't want to dive into it's details so we won't loose focus on the discussion,but it shocked me that on that after that ugly incident,adult citizens publicly pledged support and made financial promises to a lady who caused a scene on a popular airline. Meanwhile, deserving individuals like Professor P.N. Okeke, author of our secondary school chemistry textbook, often go unrecognized despite their significant contributions to education. His legacy deserves celebration and rewards, particularly in his later years.

One of the most concerning effects is the impact on our children. Many underage kids are not only owning phones but also creating social media pages to chase online fame, often at the expense of their education. The slogan "school na scam" has become a foolish mantra, ignoring the fact that it's education that produces the doctors who treat us, the teachers who teach us, the lawyers who uphold the law, and the police who maintain order. Without education, our society would crumble.

Ultimately, our obsession with social media distracts us from addressing the real issues that plague our nation, such as poor leadership and economic instability. Let's reflect on this and consider the kind of society we want to build for ourselves and our children. Let's think about the role we can play in promoting positive change especially using our social media platforms for positive advocacy ,holding ourselves accountable for the content we create and consume online. Let's work together to create a better world, where our children are nurtured, educated, and empowered to build a brighter future and dont forget that , every great society is a product of a good home, parents,the mantle falls heavier on you.I rest my case and through my words I educate,motivate , and entertain, contributing my humble quota towards healing our world.

I'm PENgod
Just a wordsmith crafting legacies.

BY : EMEKA RODSTICK EZEH
(PENGOD)

14/09/2025

BLACK JESUS
Episode 1

(PERSECUTION OF JESUS)

The dense forest loomed before them, a sea of green under the watchful eye of the afternoon sun. White Devil, a man in his 50s with grey hairs and a cleanly shaved beard, stood tall in his crisp white suit and dark shades, a big burning cigar clenched between his teeth. He dragged on it intermittently, the smoke curling around his head as he gazed at Black Jesus with a mixture of contempt and curiosity.

Before him, Black Jesus, a man in his early 40s with a rugged yet commanding presence, stood tied to a wooden cross, dressed in black trousers, a black singlet, and a golden crown that symbolized his notorious reputation. Crux and another man stood tied to crosses beside him.

White Devil sneered, dragging on his cigar, "Nice crown for an underworld king... or should I say, terror?" He exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing.

"I hear you're the one they call Black Jesus," White Devil taunted.

"I hear you're the one they call White Devil," Black Jesus retorted, his voice steady and calm.

Crux, one of Black Jesus's men, stood tall, a fearless smile spreading across his face. "Lord, remember me when you get to paradise," he said, his voice steady and confident.

White Devil's face twisted in rage. "Shut up! White Devil doesn't entertain jokes from clowns like you."

White Devil turned to his men, a cold glint in his eye. "Guys, game over. Send the Almighty Jesus to the right side of his Father in heaven with his two faithful disciples here."

But before his men could act, Black Jesus's men burst from their ambush, unleashing a fierce and withering barrage of gunfire. In the intense shootout, Black Jesus, Crux, and the other man were freed from their crosses. Black Jesus's men handed him two pistols, and one of them lit a cigarette for him. He took a drag as he began to unleash precise shots at White Devil's crew.

The superior firepower of Black Jesus's men quickly overwhelmed White Devil's crew, cutting them down with ruthless efficiency. With their opponents defeated, Black Jesus and his men marched towards the black Mercedes G-Wagen they had arrived in. One of his men spilled petroleum around White Devil's car. Black Jesus flicked his burning cigarette onto the car, and it erupted in a fiery explosion.

As the car burned behind them, Black Jesus and his men climbed into the Mercedes. The sound of sirens pierced the air, growing louder with each passing moment. The police were closing in, and Black Jesus knew they had to move fast.

"Let's get out of here," he barked to his driver, already speeding away from the scene. The police were hot on their heels, and the game was far from over.

BY EMEKA RODSTICK EZEH
( PENgod)

Episode 2 coming soon!!

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THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT .

14/09/2025

BLACK JESUS
Episode 2:

JOB'S TEMPTATIONS

Job, a diligent police officer, lived a life of austerity in a one-room apartment in the suburbs of Agbbeda. He shared the small space with his beautiful and supportive wife, Ogechi, who was heavily pregnant, and his mother, who was recovering from a prolonged illness.

One morning, as Job prepared to leave for work, Ogechi brought out a meager meal of leftover eba and almost finished soup. Job's eyes welled up with tears as he stared at the poor meal, but he quickly hid his emotions behind a feigned smile.

"I'm not hungry yet, dear," Job said, trying to reassure Ogechi. "I'll eat at work."

Ogechi knew Job was lying, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she insisted that they share the little food they had. Job refused, determined to sacrifice his own hunger for the sake of his wife and mother.

As Job was about to leave, Ogechi reminded him that she had no money for transportation to the hospital for her antenatal checkup. Job fondled his empty pockets, having spent all their savings on his mother's medical care. He planned to trek to work, and Ogechi would have to find her own way to the hospital.

"Don't worry, I'll manage," Ogechi said, waving off her request. "I can walk to the hospital too."

Job's heart ached as he watched Ogechi struggle to make ends meet. He knew she was pregnant and shouldn't be exerting herself, but he had no choice.

At work, Job was assigned to a daily checkpoint routine. His senior colleague, Dayo, attempted to intimidate a car owner and collect a bribe. Job intervened, citing the unprofessionalism of such actions and the damage it did to the Nigerian police's reputation.

The argument escalated into a physical fight between the two uniformed officers. Passersby took videos of the ugly scene and posted them on social media, which quickly went viral. The police headquarters declared the immediate discharge of duties for both Job and Dayo.

Job returned home, heartbroken and defeated. To his surprise, he found the landlord throwing their belongings out of the house due to overdue rent. Despite Job's pleading, the landlord refused to listen.

In the chaos, Ogechi went into labor, and with the help of a neighbor's Keke, they rushed her to the hospital. The doctor announced that Ogechi had given birth to quadruplets, a news that would normally be joyous but instead became a nightmare for Job due to his financial incapacity.

Devastated, Job felt like he was drowning in his responsibilities. He couldn't visibly foot the hospital bill, take care of his sick mother, nursing wife, and four infant babies. In a moment of desperation, Job told his mother he was going to buy sachet water outside, but instead, he eloped, leaving behind all he ever had.

Seeking temporary respite from the overwhelming emotional tension that had been building up inside him, Job stepped into a local ogogoro joint. He joined the patrons in drinking, hoping to momentarily ease the weight of his worries. Not long after, the news of a discharged police officer who abandoned his wife and newborn quadruplets spread on social media.

The patrons discovered Job's identity, and some made jests about his situation while others pitied and encouraged him. Frustrated, Job left the ogogoro joint, determined to end his life. He bought an insecticide (sniper) with his last cash and sneaked into an uncompleted building in a secluded area.

Just as Job opened the can of poison to drink, a gunshot blast threw him into shock, causing the can to spill. A man dressed in a black long suit, with black gloves and a mask covering his face, ran into the uncompleted building, bleeding profusely. He fell before Job, briefcase in hand.

"Don't worry about questions," the man said, his voice weak. "My name is Black Jesus. My password is 'Messiah.' In this briefcase is $200,000. Half of it can get you out of your miserable condition. Send the rest to my family. My wife's number is stored in my contact list as Goddess. Please don't fail the wish of a dying man."

With those final words, Black Jesus dropped lifeless. Job was thrown into confusion and apprehension. He opened the briefcase to find clean, crisp dollar wads carefully stored inside.

Curious, Job decided to unmask Black Jesus. As he did, he met with the greatest shock of his life – the man behind the mask was his exact replica, his twin brother.

Job's world was turned upside down. He was faced with this 2 crucial questions
WHO WAS THIS TWIN BROTHER OF MINE, COULD I BE DREAMING?
But NO. he wasn't dreaming,it's reality striking like a a Storm

Thanks for reading, Read episode 1 to enjoy it better, and if you've got any criticism,I'm open to it to learn better. Drop your likes and comments and share pls if you want the following episodes.
THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT

EMEKA RODSTICK EZEH
( PENgod)

13/09/2025

"Words are the most potent force in existence, for they brought the universe into being. They have the power to hurt or heal, to unite the world in peace and love, or split it in war and hate. The progress and predicament of every home, society,nation, and the entire world depend on how we wield them. Therefore, it's crucial to use words with discretion, reserving them for positive purposes, lest they destroy us. Let's learn to dismiss the negative ones, while cherishing and immortalizing the positive ones by writing them on marbles of time to herald future generations and leave a lasting legacy that shapes the world for good and foster love , peace and unity amongst all . Through my words, I inspire, educate, and entertain, contributing my humble quota to healing the world. I am PENGOD.
Just a wordsmith crafting legacies."

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