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09/04/2025

10 Dark Truths that will Make You Stronger.

1. Nobody cares about you, your plans, your goals, or your little dramas. So, stop pretending they do, or getting upset when they don't. Do the good things you have to do for your benefits.

2. When it comes to reaching your goals, discipline is more important than motivation. If you don't have discipline, you will never be committed to anything.

3. You are the only person capable of changing your life; no one can do that for you and no amount of excuses can do it for you. The easiest way to change yourself is to change the things you do each day.

4. The biggest threat to your progression in life isn't something or someone around you. It is you.

5. The key to a successful life lies not in what you know, but in what you do with what you know.

6. Failure is just a steppingstone on the road to success.

7. You can't change the past, but you can still dÂŁstroy your future if you repeat the mistakes.

8. Success is not about what you accomplish, it's about who you become in the process.

9. Your comfort zone is a barren place. Nothing ever grows there.

10. Anything in life worth achieving will not be easy to get. Stop believing otherwise. If it was easy, everyone would get what they wanted. Most people give up on their goals when things become too difficult. Don’t be like them.
It is Monday money.
Let's go again this week.
.....✍🏿



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09/04/2025

WHEN YOU DIE, don't worry about your body... your relatives will do whatever is necessary according to their possibilities.
They will take your clothes off, wash you, dress you, take you out of your house and take you to your new address.
Many will come to your funeral to "say goodbye." Some will cancel commitments and even miss work to go to your funeral.
Your belongings, even what you didn't like to lend, will be sold, given away or burned.
Your keys, your tools, your books, your shoes, your clothes... And rest assured that the world will not stop to cry for you. The economy will continue.
In your job, you will be replaced. Someone with the same or better capabilities will take your place.

Your assets will go to your heirs.... And do not doubt that you will continue to be cited, judged, questioned and criticized for the small and great things you did in life.

People who knew you only by your appearance will say; Poor man or woman! o He or she had a great time!

Your sincere friends will cry for a few hours or a few days, but then they will return to laughter.

The "friends" who pulled you to partying will forget about you faster.

Your animals will get used to the new owner.

Your photos will hang on the wall or remain on a piece of furniture for a while, but then perhaps they will be stored at the bottom of a drawer. And we will only live in the memory of those who loved us.

Someone else will sit on your couch and eat at your table.

The deep pain in your house will last a week, two, a month, two, a year, two... Then you will be added to the memories and then, your story is over.

It ended up among people, it ended up here, it ended up in this world.

But begin your story in your new reality... in your life after death.
Your life where you couldn't move with the things from here because, when you left, they lost the value they had.
Body
Beauty
Appearance
Last name
Comfort
Credit
State
Position
Bank account
Home
Car
Profession
We all are stories, make yours positive.
Copied.... ✍🏿

Jecybaby Obasi
Emmanuel Nkwuda

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09/04/2025

A LETTER TO MY UNBORN DAUGHTER

As I await your arrival...I have a few things I wish to say...

DEAR DAUGHTER...đŸ–Šïž
I have not laid my eyes on your physical body yet, except through the black and white film on a screen that shows me enough to know that you have my nose, but I love you immensely.

I haven’t witnessed your temper tantrums yet as you work through how to handle your emotions, but your stubborn nature while I am pregnant tells me you will be just like me.
I haven’t held you in my arms, but I can assure you that I have held you in my heart the whole time I have carried you.

I haven’t had to wake up to check on you in your bassinet yet, but I have had your kicks wake me up every night as you bounce around inside me.

I don’t know if your eyes will be green, blue or brown, but I hope they always see the kindness and love that is around you.
I don’t know if you will be tall like your dad or short like me, but I hope you stand tall for everything you ever believe in and never let anyone make you feel small inside.

I don’t know if you will choose to pursue art lessons, ballet, or play a musical instrument, but I hope you keep the creativity always and that you dance in life.
I am unsure if you will yank the bow I put in your hair out every time, but I hope you never let someone tell you what to do if it isn’t what you want to do yourself. Be true to you. Always.

I don’t know if you will be quiet or talkative, but I hope you always use your voice to stand for what you know is right around you.
I already know you are a fighter, just from this pregnancy, and I hope you always remain that warrior at heart.
I don’t know if you will grace me with your presence for a long time, or if your time here will be limited, but I hope you make the most of that time regardless.

I don’t know if you would rather wear a princess dress or play in mud, but I hope you are uniquely you and always stay that way.

I hope that no matter what you decide to do in life, you pursue it with passion and never ever settle for less than you deserve.
I hope you are a leader instead of a follower, you choose to be bossy, assertive and all the things needed of someone with a backbone.

I hope you know you never need a someone in your life to complete you, but you love yourself deeply.

I hope you always choose to see things through the eyes of love and compassion.
I hope you learn to put yourself in someone else’s shoes when you need to see things from their perspective and walk a mile in them if needed.

I hope you believe that you can do and be anything you want and never let anyone create doubt in you otherwise.

I hope you learn to think critically and for yourself
do not let other people decide your beliefs without deciding them for yourself internally.
I hope you always fight for the one who cannot fight for themselves and need someone to have their back or to speak up for them.

I hope you learn a lot of people throw around the word love, but very few know how deep it runs or what it truly is.
I hope you remember every choice you make will come with consequences and that you weigh that out every single time.

I hope you choose to always have character because it is how you are when no one else is watching.
I hope you make decisions because they are the “right” thing to do and not because they are
“popular” so that you always can sleep at night with a clear conscience.

I hope you always remember your body is an amazing gift to you and you don’t need to be a certain size or weight to be perfect and beautiful.
I hope you know that beauty comes from inside and it is always most important to have a heart of gold above all else.

I hope you know I will always be your biggest fan no matter what and you can trust that I will have your back when no one else does.
I hope you know that you will always be my baby girl and no amount of time will change that.

I hope you know that when someone hurts you, it hurts me more because I wish I could take the pain away.
I hope you know when you are happy I am too and when your heart breaks
mine shatters as well.

I hope you know that I worry about you and probably always will because it is just what we as moms do.
I hope you know I love you yesterday, today and tomorrow too
unconditionally love.

Your Mom Soon to Be.
***********************

4rm the Diary of a pregnant mother..đŸ«ƒđŸŸ
Thanks for reading 📖
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09/04/2025

In Ethiopia, clocks are upside down with our 6:00 at their 12:00. The day starts at 7:00 a.m. instead of 12:00 a.m. and ends at 6:59 a.m.

Ethiopia is also the only African country with its own alphabet. It has the world’s oldest living alphabet, with 345 letters and the oldest fossil skeleton of a human was discovered in the country.

As a matter of fact, Coffee originated in Ethiopia in the 13th century.

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09/04/2025

Animal Farm

O ti Remi!
O ti mi subu!

A nation thrown into the harshness of hunger.
Everything, too high to finger
Everyone is looking for a ladder.

Even the basic is not basic.
All around me sick unsatisfied faces greet with a smile.
What is good about the morning?

A state of fear so near, I swear!
Hardship is not a son that can be tamed into understanding.
So with a torch and a watchful eye, sleep.





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09/04/2025

WHY DO SOME WOMEN UTILIZE S3X HARASSMENT AS A FORM OF BLACKMAIL AGAINST MEN?

That is the question!.

My answer goes like this; Women were naturally created a very weak species of human beings. They don't have physical strength with which they could use to fight any battle that would come their way. Thus the only natural importance, attractive, tempting, adorable and valuable organ in their body however becomes their s3x organ. That is why they would always use it very effectively against men having known that's where nature had vested their own strength, powers and pride.

Men on the other hand, being the privileged species which has all the physical strength, wisdom, control, powers and values. Had their own s3x organ depreciated by nature.

In order to balance this natural statistics of human s*xual nature, man was therefore positioned to constantly seek for that little value in the woman s*x organ which men lack.

Thus the pride of man was therefore reduced to the climax in their quest to have s3x with women. That was why man would be the one to beg for s*x __both human beings and animals in the forest. The women taking advantage of the situation, turns the only valuable thing (their s3x organ) which nature had given to them, to a "GOLD", That man has to till the ground with enough sweat before they could get it.

You would therefore see the reason women feel disappointed and less valued whenever any man has s*xual in*******se with her and then dumps her. She believes that you have seen her only pride and dignity, thus leaving her a disgruntled woman.

The little "Shakara" they portray during your first approach is natural. They present it to give you credence for their worth. Women believe that men need to pay or make a worthy sacrifice before gaining access to her. That was where the marriage that incubated and gave birth to prostitution came from.

Having a s*x organ which can easily push men into bringing out gifts or money could also be a lucrative source of income to them. They know that the eagerness of men to have them would push them into bringing out anything they'll ask for. Even married women take advantage of their husband's ej*******on hour to request for a favor, knowing that he would never resist at the moment.

In a situation where a man would accuse a woman of s*xual harassment, it could be generally taken more likely as a joke. But women, whose nature has made their ge****ls superior over those of men, are likely to be taken very seriously whenever they accuse men of s*xual harassment. Thus, they have to use the natural immunity to suppress men whenever the need to put them in trouble arises.

Everybody would gather to stand for her. The pleasure derived from s*xual in*******se is coequal to both genders, but it was the responsibility of men to solicit for it. The pride and value of a woman lies in-between their two legs. If a woman wants to fight you, she would easily use it effectively and, at the end, conquer you. You could recall how many mighty men have fallen in the quest to cross in-between women's two legs.

The cardinal value and pride of men are the natural supremacy over women, which was what they envied to the peak, especially in these civilized eras. They keep advocating for their emancipation from this natural cause. The earliest women folks had understood and believed in this natural phenomenon and therefore had no jealousy on their husband when it came to issues of marriage.

Our great-grandparents married as many as they could handle and lived peacefully with all the wives till their evening years on earth. They lived a peaceful and contented polygamous matrimonial life and raised their children, which later mushroomed to become civilized, modernized, and educated.

Therefore, acquiring the dogma of "My husband is cheating on me; I think I have to cheat on him back." You would see a seventeen-year-old girl complaining of her boyfriend cheating on her. The dogma of "I can't allow my husband to get another wife." From there, some women turned to a wolf in the journey to secure a man's private part for herself alone; she would sedate her husband with drugs and cut his ge***al with a sharp knife, letting loose it all instead of sharing it with another woman.

Dumping their marriages and becoming single mothers to avoid sharing a man with another woman. While as a single mother, they'll be jumping from different hotel rooms, sleeping with the same married men they ran away from their house to avoid sharing with other women.

If women had accepted the cause of nature in this sphere, maintaining an organized, peaceful, and understanding marriage would be possible for them nowadays, and cases of infidelity wouldn't be the headlines of the day.

And also, if nature had put both genders' s3x organs in the same value, the cases of women using s3x to blackmail men wouldn't be possible, and this little write-up wouldn't have been written.

I am in my house;
Come and beat me if you like. It is the guy that asked this question that caused it all.

Let me go and do my Duty first, before people wey get the Army go pursue me from work.
Thanks for reading;
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Emma Nkwuda



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09/04/2025

SIEGE OF TERROR
Written by: Kene Okoye

“Daddy, why did the bomb affect them?”, my young daughter enquired innocently. She had seen visuals of the hospitalised patients in the aftermath of the May 1 Nyanya bomb blast which had sustained the strings of dastardly attacks that had held the Nation under siege. The shock of the initial bomb blast at Nyanya some weeks ago had not fully sunk in when the news broke of the abduction of about 234 girls from their school in Chibok, Borno State. The wave of demonstrations in protest of the slow response of the security agencies to this embarrassing episode was just gathering steam when the news of another bomb blast broke. More harrowing was the significant target; a spot very close to the scene of the first Nyanya bomb attack.

Her initial question had prompted an explanation from her Mum that the wounded were affected by the recent bomb blast. I had just a few seconds to figure out how to navigate the innocuous question that followed, without triggering further rounds of questioning. Thus, began my laborious task of explaining what a bomb meant to a five year old and why so many people were wounded from its impact.

As I did my very best to quell her curiosity, my mind drifted to the parents that have lost sleep because they do not yet know the fate of their daughters after almost three weeks of incarceration and those that are still hoping against hope that the news of the loss of their child in the bomb blasts would turn out to be a ruse. I couldn’t help wondering where we were headed to as a Nation. Bomb blasts have become common place and the people’s psyche is daily inundated with images of bloodshed and news of horrific events.

The gruesome assassination of Dele Giwa in 1986 was the first time I can consciously recall that someone died of a bomb blast in Nigeria. He was the editor and founder of Newswatch Magazine and was silenced in his prime via a mail bomb. I was in secondary school then and still recall the shock that pervaded the entire Nation at that incidence. Before then, bombs to me, were restricted to the movies, war comics and “Juo Obinna”; Tony Ubesie’s classic Igbo novel, set during the Nigerian civil war, that chronicled the hilarious attempts of Obinna to escape conscription into the Biafran Army.

How the world have changed these few years. Now, weapons of war have become toys in the hands of unscrupulous elements in our society, who seek to achieve their despicable agenda by wanton destruction of lives and properties.

Our responsibility is therefore to rise up to the reality of the times and as one, repel the forces against us. Private Institutions and indeed every Nigerian must be on high alert. Heightened security must be put in place anywhere that a large number of people are likely to gather; churches, mosques, schools, parks, markets, malls, offices, hotels etc. Our security agencies must seek and implement whatever strategy necessary to tackle and overcome this threat. Like the hunter who must learn to shoot without aiming, in a bid to keep pace with “Nwanza” the bird, who had learnt to fly without perching, they must rise up to the occasion and outwit these maniacs who have turned our streets into minefields.

It is most importantly, a time for us to get up and pray for God’s intervention
 that He that holds the heart of men, may turn these devious men around from their mission of destruction, that peace might reign again in our Nation.

Everyone who has a stake in this Nation has a role to play, as we engage this menace that threatens to overrun us.



AFRICA READING PARLOUR

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09/04/2025
09/04/2025

A JOURNEY IN SERVICE
By__Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida

During the public launch of IBB's autobiography, "A Journey in Service," former military President Ibrahim Babangida received nearly ₩17Bn in donations from Nigeria’s business elite.

Aliko Dangote led the contributions with an ₩8Bn pledge—broken down into ₩2Bn per year for four years—followed by

Abdulsamad Rabiu’s ₩5Bn, with other notable figures also contributing. Folorunsho Alakija and a few others also made donations but did not disclose the amount donated publicly. The event, hosted by the IBB Presidential Library Foundation, celebrated IBB’s legacy and marked a milestone in public support.

The book is now available at bookshops like Roving Heights: ₩40,000 for the paperback and ₩50,000 for the hardback.

Me; After raising , not millions on the day of book launch, I will now use my hard earned to buy an hagiography of a power drunk Genius again?
Book that should be shared free at Oshodi Oke and Upper Iweka for those who may be interested to read what he has to say about himself.
Emmanuel Nkwuda





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30/03/2024

THE FACE OF SARAH BAARTMAN

The story of Sarah Baartman of South Africa who had an unusual long backside.

Sarah Baartman, also known as Saartjie Baartman, was a Khosa woman who was born in South Africa in the late 1789. She is famous for being exhibited as a freak show attraction in Europe in the early 18th century because of her large buttocks, which were considered unusual and exotic at the time.

Baartman was born in the Gamtoos Valley, in what is now the Eastern Cape province of South Africa. She was a member of the Khoikhoi, a group of indigenous people who lived in the region. As a young woman, Baartman was taken from her home by a British ship's doctor, William Dunlop, who promised her work as a servant in Cape Town. However, instead of being employed as a servant, Baartman was taken to England and exhibited as a sideshow attraction under the name "Hottentot Venus."

Baartman's large buttocks and elongated l***a were considered unusual and exotic, and she was put on display in London and Paris, where people paid to gawk at her. She was also made to perform various tricks, such as dancing and singing, for the entertainment of spectators. Baartman was treated poorly during this time and was not paid for her performances.

Baartman died of Syphilis in 1815 at the age of 26. She was s*xually assaulted multiple times and her captors paid in exchange to experience ssehura also know by stage name The Hottentot venus , and her remains were dissected and put on display in a museum in Paris. In 2002, the South African government successfully campaigned for the return of Baartman's remains to South Africa, and she was finally laid to rest in 2002.

Baartman's story is a tragic one and serves as a reminder of the exploitation and mistreatment of people of color throughout history may she rest in eternal peace..!

African Countries


Emmanuel Nkwuda

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30/03/2024

A human's heart is a temple. If it becomes kind, humble, peaceful, loving and holy. God will come to live in it.
That's when you see humanity reigning in that person. But if the heart is filled with evil, unforgiven spirit, invidious and hatred. God will leave the place.

We all are stories, try to make yours positive


Ken Frank
Donatus Azunku
Emmanuel Nkwuda

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