Excess Grace Family, Owerri (2025)

01/07/2025

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28/06/2025

Take good care of yourself, you may not be part of the future you're building. We come with nothing fight for everything and still leave everything behind

15/06/2025

Happy Father's Day to the man who wears many hats… and sometimes my clothes too! 😂👗
This is what happens when fatherhood becomes too stressful — you just wake up one day and say, Oya, let me borrow your skirt and slay my pain away 🤣
If laughter is medicine, then this man deserves a whole pharmacy 😆
Let’s clap for all the daddies that make us laugh even when they’re tired 😩👏
Happy Father’s Day to my husband, the daddy with style and vibes! 💃🏽💖

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11/06/2025

🌧️ The Letter in the Rain – Final Episode (3 & 4 Combined)

Written by Excess Grace Family

It had been three weeks since Emily first sat on that cold bench, ready to give up.

Three weeks since a man in a brown coat gave her a letter that changed her life.

But now, here she was again—back at the same spot, only this time, the rain was gone. The air was calm. And she wasn’t crying.

She sat quietly, thinking… wondering if she'd ever see him again.

Then she heard a voice behind her.

> “You kept it.”

She turned—and there he was.

Same brown coat. Same quiet eyes.
Her heart skipped.

“You,” she whispered, standing up. “Who are you? Why did you choose me?”

He smiled gently and sat beside her.

> “I didn’t write the letter,” he said. “Someone gave it to me when I was lost. When I had nothing. That letter saved me. And when I saw you… I just knew. It was your turn.”

> “But how did you know I would be there that day?” she asked.

He looked away for a moment. Then back at her.

> “Because… I had a dream. A voice told me to go to that bench. That someone needed me. I didn’t know who—but I obeyed.”

Emily’s eyes filled with tears.

> “You’re not just a stranger, are you?”

Daniel gave a small smile.

> “Maybe I’m just a reminder that good still exists.”

They sat in silence for a while, just like the first day.
Then Daniel said something that would stay with her forever.

> “You’re not meant to carry pain alone, Emily. Sometimes, healing comes from being found by someone who sees you… even in your silence.”

She nodded, her voice shaky.

> “So… what happens now?”

Daniel reached into his coat again and pulled out a new envelope.
But this time, it was blank—empty.

> “This one,” he said, “is yours to write.”

Emily held it, stunned.

> “You want me to write a letter?”

> “No,” he said gently. “Someone out there needs your story. Your words. Your hope.”

Tears slipped down her cheek, but they were peaceful tears.
Healing tears.

She looked at Daniel one more time. But something inside her knew… she might never see him again.

And that was okay.

Because now she understood.

Daniel wasn’t just a man. He was part of something bigger.
A quiet messenger. A whisper from heaven.
A reminder that kindness travels through people like letters in the rain.

That night, Emily sat at her desk and began to write—not just a letter, but a new chapter.

A chapter full of light.

For someone, somewhere, who might one day sit on that same bench… and feel like the world had forgotten them.

But this time, they would find her words waiting.

Just like she did.

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💬 Did this story touch your heart?

Do you believe in divine timing and human angels like Daniel?

Have you ever been saved by a stranger’s kindness?

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11/06/2025

Read this emotional story - it might save someone’s heart today.

🌧️ The Letter in the Rain (Episode 1&2 combined)

Written by Excess Grace Family

It was a cold Thursday afternoon. The sky was gray, and the rain fell softly like it didn’t want to make noise—just enough to match how she felt inside.

Emily had walked for over an hour without knowing where she was going. Her heart was heavy. That morning, she had lost her job through an email. Simple, cold words:
“We regret to inform you…”

No warning. No explanation.
Just like Michael.

Her fiancé of four years had walked away two weeks earlier.
“I’m not happy anymore,” he had said.
No tears. No fight. Just silence—and then the door closed.

Now, here she was, soaked in the rain, sitting on a quiet park bench with nothing left to hold onto.

People passed by with umbrellas. Cars drove by.
But no one looked at her.
No one saw the pain she was carrying.

Until one man stopped.

He wore a brown coat, had no umbrella, and didn’t even say a word. He looked at her for a moment, then quietly sat beside her on the bench.

Emily waited for him to speak, to ask for something, maybe even offer fake pity. But he didn’t.

He just sat there. In the rain. With her.

For ten whole minutes, they sat in silence.

And somehow, that silence felt safer than all the noise she had heard in her head the past few weeks.

Then, gently, he handed her a folded paper napkin.
He looked into her eyes and said softly:
“You’re not the only one.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he stood up and reached into his coat pocket. He placed an envelope in her lap.

Then without another word, he turned and walked away.

“Wait!” she called out.

But he didn’t look back.
Within seconds, he disappeared into the mist and trees.

Emily stared at the envelope. Her hands shook as she opened it. Inside was a handwritten letter—no name, no phone number—just words… and hope.

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“To The One Sitting In The Rain,”

> If you’re reading this, life has probably hit you hard. Maybe harder than you expected.

Maybe you’re tired. Maybe you feel like no one sees you. Maybe the world feels like a weight you can’t carry anymore.

But I want to tell you something.

I sat on this same bench five years ago. I had lost my sister to cancer. I lost my job. I lost myself.

Back then, someone left this same letter for me. Today, it’s your turn to read it.

One day, your smile will be real again. One day, your eyes will not cry silently.

Please don’t give up. The world needs people who feel deeply. You are not weak. You are healing.

When you’re ready, leave this letter for the next person who might need it.

– A Stranger Who Once Sat Here Too

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Emily couldn’t stop the tears this time.

But they weren’t the same as before.
This time… they were tears of release. Of understanding.
Of feeling seen.

That night, she went home—not to cry into her pillow—but to write a new letter of her own.

She didn’t know who she was writing to.
But she knew someone, someday, would sit on that same bench… and need the same words she had just received.

What Emily didn’t know was that the man who gave her that letter… was not just a stranger.
And their paths were destined to cross again.

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💬 What do YOU think?

Was the man just a kind stranger?

Or was he sent by something greater—like an angel in disguise?

Have you ever needed a sign and received one?

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> 💔 She was about to give up… until a stranger left her something that changed her life.

📖 Read this emotional story — it might save someone’s heart today.

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✍️ Written by Excess Grace Family

08/06/2025

🐾 The Dog Who Waited at the Bus Stop
Episode 2

Written by Excess Grace Family

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🌧️ Episode 2: Where He Last Saw Love

The days turned into weeks.

The little dog — now known by locals as Buddy — never missed a day. Every evening at 5:15PM, he returned to the same bus stop and sat silently. Waiting.

Sometimes it rained. Sometimes the wind howled. But he sat there — ears perked, eyes searching, tail still.

He wasn't begging for food. He wasn't hoping for shelter.
He was hoping for him — the old man who once held his leash, rubbed his ears, and told him every single day:

> “Don’t worry, Buddy. I’ll be back.”

But Mr. Thomas, 78 years old, never came back.

He had collapsed on the bus that last day from a heart attack. No one knew where the dog lived. The authorities removed the man’s body, but Buddy had walked back to the stop… and waited.

The story quietly broke the hearts of everyone who heard it.

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❤️ A Town Falls in Love

Hannah, the nurse who first noticed him, couldn’t forget Buddy.

One day, she sat beside him.
“You’re still waiting, aren’t you?” she whispered. Her voice cracked.

The next day, she returned — not with just food and water, but with a small framed picture. It was a printed photo from the newspaper article about Mr. Thomas.

She placed it beside Buddy’s feet at the bus stop.
He looked at it.

And then… he lay down beside it, as if guarding it.

That was the first day people stopped and cried.

They began to bring flowers. Then candles. Then letters.
A little wooden bench was painted and placed beside him with a plaque:
🪵 “In Loving Memory: Loyalty Never Misses a Day.”

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📰 The World Starts Watching

Photos of Buddy and the bus stop shrine were posted online.

A famous photographer passed through the town, captured the moment, and posted it with the caption:

> “He waited for love. And love came back in other forms.”

The post went viral.

International animal rescue pages shared it. Thousands of comments poured in:
💬 “I’m crying in New York.”
💬 “Give this dog a medal.”
💬 “He reminds me of Hachiko…”
💬 “I lost my dad last year, and this broke me all over again.”

Buddy became a global symbol of loyalty and undying love.

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🌅 The Day That Changed Everything

One quiet Sunday evening, the 5:15 bus rolled up.
The driver had seen Buddy every day for over a month now. He had started keeping a dog biscuit on the dashboard just for him.

But this time, someone else stepped off the bus.

She was a woman in her 30s, with tired eyes and a suitcase. Her name was Rebecca Thomas — the old man’s daughter. She had been living abroad and only just returned after finally hearing what happened.

She had no idea about the dog.

As she stood at the bus stop and saw the photo frame, the flowers, the little shrine — she froze.

And then she saw him.

Buddy stood up.
Sniffed the air.
Looked at her.

He tilted his head… as if he recognized something.
The scent.
The blood.
The family.

And then he did something he hadn’t done in over 40 days:
He wagged his tail.

Slow at first… then faster.

He barked.

Then he ran — straight into her arms.

Rebecca dropped her bag and fell to her knees in tears.
“You’re… you’re his dog, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting… all this time…”

Buddy licked her cheeks, whined softly, then sat beside her like he had finally found peace.

The crowd that had gathered burst into tears.

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🏡 A New Beginning

Rebecca took Buddy home.

But not just to any home — she moved back into her father’s old house.
And every evening, at 5:15, she and Buddy would walk to the bus stop — not to wait, but to sit on that wooden bench together.

Because some love stories don’t end.
They just change shape.

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🐶 The End.

But a question for you:
Would you stop to pet a dog like Buddy… or walk by?

👇 Drop a 🐾 if you believe loyalty like this still exists.

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08/06/2025

🐾 The Dog Who Waited at the Bus Stop
Episode 1

Written by Excess Grace Family

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🌧️ Episode 1: Every Day at 5:15

He came every day.
Same place.
Same time.
Same silent hope in his eyes.

A little brown dog with sad eyes and patchy fur waited at the Maplewood bus stop every evening at exactly 5:15 PM — rain or shine. He didn’t bark. He didn’t beg. He just sat… and stared down the road.

Locals began to notice him.
“Poor thing must be a stray.”
“Maybe he’s waiting for food.”
“No… he’s waiting for someone.”

A nurse named Hannah, who passed the stop daily, became curious. She started bringing him water. Then food.
Still, he never followed her. Never left the spot.

One day, she asked a man nearby, “Do you know who this dog belongs to?”
The man’s face turned solemn.
“They say he used to belong to an old man who rode that bus every day. Until one day… the man didn’t come back.”

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🥀 End of Episode 1.

🧠 Would you stop to help this dog if you saw him waiting like that?
👇 Drop a 🐶 if your heart already hurts for him.

👉 Follow Excess Grace Family for Episode 2 — where we find out what happened to the old man… and how this dog’s story will touch the whole town.

The End.

But a question for you:
Would you stop to pet a dog like Buddy… or walk by?

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08/06/2025

From Chance Encounter to Cherished Bride

Written by Excess Grace Family

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🌺 Episode 1: A House That Was Never a Home

Her name was Anika.

She was the kind of girl whose silence spoke volumes—because she had long forgotten how to scream.

Ever since her mother passed away when she was just 7, her life turned into a nightmare. Her father remarried just six months later, and his new wife made it very clear that Anika was nothing but an inconvenience.
A reminder of the woman she could never be.

Worse still, her stepmother soon had a daughter of her own, and from that moment, Anika became a stranger in her own house. Beaten for little things, denied food, forced to do all the chores while her half-sister lived like a princess.

Her father? He changed. Or maybe… he was never the man her mother thought he was.
The beatings, the insults, the threats — he became a monster in a man’s skin.

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🕯️ Episode 2: A Price on Her Freedom

At 23, Anika had finished school and secretly applied for scholarships abroad — but before she could escape, her stepmother struck again.

“She’s wasting in this house! Better marry her off and collect bride price,” she whispered into her husband's ear.

So, they arranged for her to marry Chief Oraka — a man in his late 60s with three wives already. His teeth were stained, his hands always sweating, and his breath reeked of stale to***co and goat pepper soup.

“I’m not marrying him!” Anika shouted, tears in her eyes.

Her father slapped her so hard she tasted blood.
“You will do what I say, or I will throw you out with nothing!”

The next day, she packed her few belongings and ran away.

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💔 Episode 3: A Lie to Save Her Soul

She had no plan. No destination. Just a bus ticket to Lagos and a desperate prayer in her heart.

When she arrived, she wandered into a hotel lobby—pretending she belonged there—because the guards wouldn’t question someone who walked in with confidence. She needed somewhere to rest, and a way to think.

But suddenly, her worst nightmare appeared—Chief Oraka himself, along with her furious father and a few men.

“There she is!”
People turned as her father shouted.

Panicking, Anika ran toward a man sitting at the bar. He was tall, elegant, well-dressed—clearly someone important.
She stood in front of him, grabbed his face, and kissed him full on the lips.

Everyone gasped.

“I’m sorry I ran off, baby,” Anika said aloud. “I told them I’m already married... Please play along.”

The man blinked. His eyes softened. Slowly, he turned to the furious group and said:

“She’s telling the truth. I’m her fiancé.”

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💎 Episode 4: The Real Twist

The room went quiet. Even Anika was confused.
Wait… what?

Then he leaned closer and whispered, “Lucky you kissed me. I was looking for someone to marry too.”

The man was Alexander Greyson—one of the youngest billionaires in Africa. His former fiancée had called off their engagement just a week before. His family had been pressuring him to find a new bride.

He smiled at Anika and said, “Let’s make your lie a truth, shall we?”

In front of everyone—her abusive father, her shocked stepmother, and the toothless chief—Alexander took out the engagement ring he had planned to give someone else.

He dropped on one knee.

“Anika, I don’t know who you are. But you saved me from marrying the wrong person. Let me save you too. Will you be my wife?”

Anika's eyes filled with tears. She nodded.

“Yes… Yes, please.”

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💍 Final Episode: The Bride They Never Expected

Anika became Mrs. Anika Greyson—not just a cherished bride, but a queen in her own right.

Her story became the stuff of legend. The girl who ran from abuse and found destiny in a single kiss.
The girl who turned pain into power.
The girl who was never meant to survive—but did.

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💬 What do you think of Anika’s story?

If you were her, would you kiss a stranger to save yourself?
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07/06/2025

🕯️ STORY TITLE: The Woman in the Window

Final Episode – Episode 4: He Watches Through Mirrors
Written by Excess Grace Family

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Clara stood frozen.

The knock came again—soft, deliberate—from inside the hidden room.
But the room was empty… wasn't it?

She clutched Ijeoma’s diary to her chest and turned slowly.
There, in the reflection of a broken glass on the wall, she saw it.

Him.

A tall figure in a dark coat. No face. Just a shadow under a wide-brimmed hat.

But when she looked directly—nothing.

Only in the reflection.

Ijeoma’s words echoed in her mind:

> “He appears only in mirrors. He whispers thoughts into your head. He doesn’t chase… he waits.”

Clara ran. She didn’t think twice. She fled out of the apartment, barefoot, into the hallway—screaming.

Neighbors opened their doors, confused.

She was trembling, crying, trying to explain about the room, the ghost, the man in the mirror…
But the landlord arrived, angry.

“What hidden room? There’s no hidden room in 4B!”

They all followed her back in.
When she pulled the bookshelf away—the wall was solid.

No door. No diary. Nothing.

Even the crack on the window was gone.

They looked at her like she had lost her mind.

“I swear,” Clara cried. “It was here! There was a room! There was a diary, she warned me, she—”

They shook their heads and began to leave.

Only one person stayed back—Mama Nkechi. She walked up slowly, placed a hand on Clara’s shoulder and said quietly,
“You saw him… didn’t you?”

Clara looked up, surprised.

Mama Nkechi nodded.
“He’s been here longer than this building. He chooses certain women… especially the ones who don’t listen. Ijeoma tried to expose him. That’s why she died. Now… it’s your turn to choose.”

“Choose what?”

“To leave… or to stay.”

Clara packed that night. She didn’t even turn off the light.

She left the building before sunrise.

Two weeks later, another woman moved into 4B.
Young. Quiet. New in town.
She got it at a cheap price.

The neighbors welcomed her with smiles.
But that night… around 2:44 AM…
She stood by her window.

And across the building, she saw a figure.
Pale-skinned. Hair dripping wet.
Standing still.

The woman waved.

But this time… it wasn’t Ijeoma.

It was Clara.

THE END.

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🕯️ Final Thoughts:

Was Clara dead or alive?

Was she saved, or was she now part of the curse?

What does the “man in the mirror” truly represent?

🖤 Some stories are warnings…
Not everything you see in a mirror is just a reflection.

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07/06/2025

🕯️ STORY TITLE: The Woman in the Windo
Episode 3

Written by Excess Grace Family

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🌒 Episode 3: The Room Behind the Wall

Clara didn’t sleep.
Not after what she saw.
Not after what she heard.

A ghostly woman whispering “Run.”
A cracked window—from inside.
And a name—Ijeoma Nnaji—a woman long dead but never silent.

Clara wanted to pack and leave, but something deeper pulled her back. Something told her this wasn’t just about ghosts.
This was a message.

So the next morning, she visited the local records office.
After some bribing and long waiting, an elderly clerk finally brought out an old, dusty file.
It read: Ijeoma Nnaji, 27. Death by su***de.
But something was strange—the file had two pages missing.

Clara asked, “Was this the only record?”

The man frowned.
“Well… not exactly. She filed a police report before her death. Claimed someone was trying to kill her.”

“What?!”

“Yes. But the report was dismissed. No follow-up. They said she was hallucinating. Mentally unstable.”

Back home, Clara sat on her floor, trembling.
The candle she had lit the night before was now melted into a puddle of wax—shaped like a hand.
And her electricity had gone out, even though the whole building still had power.

She picked up her phone, only to find a strange picture in her gallery.
A photo of herself sleeping—taken from above.

She lived alone.

She screamed and dropped the phone.

That was when she noticed something odd behind the bookshelf. The wall there didn’t align with the rest. She pulled the shelf away—and to her horror, saw a faint outline of a hidden door.

A hidden room.

She used a knife to pry it open. The door creaked slowly…

Inside, it was dark, moldy, and cold.

And then she saw it—a diary. Old. Torn. But still readable.

The first line made her blood run cold.

> “If you are reading this, then I am already dead. My name is Ijeoma Nnaji. And I was not mad. He is real. And he is still watching.”

Clara’s hand trembled as she flipped through the pages. They told of a man in a hat, who only appeared in reflections. A man who whispered thoughts into your head and made you question your reality. A man who watched Ijeoma for months before she jumped…

…or was pushed?

The last page read:

> He told me I was next. But I know… he wants the next woman. If you're reading this, leave now. Because you are her.
Run. He feeds on women who ignore the signs.

Suddenly, Clara heard a knock.

Not at her door.

Behind her. From inside the hidden room.

To be continued…

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❓ Questions:

Who is “the man in the hat”?

Did Ijeoma really die by su***de, or was she murdered?

What should Clara do now?

🔥 The suspense is getting darker. Are you brave enough for Episode 4?

👉 Follow Excess Grace Family for the final episode.
💬 Drop your thoughts in the comments — what’s really happening to Clara?

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