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1st November 2013 was the day my Dad brought home a huge fairly-used fridge.

We all couldn't contain our excitement at the sight of the white invention. It was unbelievable.

My Dad was the first tenant to ever buy a generator (I pass my neighbor) in that compound, and now he had done it again with another huge acquisition.

The news spread through the neighborhood like wildfire, and doubtful neighbors had drew nearer to see things for themselves.

So after we had carried the fridge into the living room, my Dad called us together for a briefing.

"Make all of una listen to me!" He began in a serious tone "You see this fridge? it can be a blessing to you and it can also be a curse"

"How!?" My Mom had asked curiously

My Dad then brought out a piece of paper from his pocket, opened it and began to read aloud.

"Number 1!" Dad began "Don't touch this fridge with wet hands, wether light dey or not!"

"Number 2!... Always wear slippers or shoe before you open am!"

"Number 3!... No ever sleep near this fridge, because if your body touch am, sorry is your name"

"Number 4!... No put garri inside this fridge, I take God beg you. This fridge no dey use eye see garri"

"But daddy, why?" I interrupted

"Shut up there!" Dad snapped back

"Number 5!... Pray without ceasing"

So after a long sermon from him, we all prayed together and began assembling the fridge. All that Dad had said was true, because no day ever passed since that day that we didn't receive one shock or another.

"One day this fridge go kill us o" My brother would cry out to me after getting shocked

So, weeks later, this Aunty of ours came visiting from the village. She had come to spend the Christmas holiday with us.

Moments after her arrival, we decided to brief her on the DOs and DON'Ts of our fridge but she wouldn't heed to us.

"See this children o" She would say mockingly "You think this is my first time seeing a fridge? taah! y'all go and sit down"

Well, we always let her be, and each day she reaps the consequences wotoporously - Back to back shocking.

One night, something incredible happened.

We were all busy sleeping on the livingroom couch when she had left the couch to lie on the floor due to heat.

Somehow, she had slept off and rolled up to where the fridge stood. What we heard next was a dying shriek.

"Yeee! yeeeee!! yeeeeeee!!!"

We all woke up to the aroma of roasted goat. Our dear Aunty was sitting on the floor sobbing.

"Aunty! wetin happen?" We clustered about her.

"See am! E don shock me again" She revealed, showing us a big scar on her arm.

I began to giggle, unnoticed.

"Wetin I do una?" She voiced amidst tears "Una wan kee me because I no get husband?"

Dad and Mom immediately walked in, demanding what actually transpired.

"Even when light no dey, fridge dey shock" Her lamentations continued "Which kind fridge be dis?"

My Dad then tried to console her.

"Tell me! This thing na fridge abi na transformer?" She finalized and burst into tears

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STORY STORY*
There was a beautiful girl in a village
admired by four men. - SINGER - HUNTER
- DOCTOR - FISHERMAN One day, she
went to wash her clothes by the river
coincidentally the four men where there
watching her. All of a sudden a crocodile
bit her and dragged her into the water.
The SINGER composed a beautiful song,
the crocodile raised its head above the
water to listen to the song; The HUNTER
shot it, and it died. The girl floated on the
water. The FISHERMAN dived in and
brought her out to the riverbank then, The
DOCTOR treated her and she was well
again. Now who deserves to marry the girl
among the four men and why??? If you
can answer this correctly, you can fix
Nigeria🇳🇬. 🤣🤣🤣💕

let me tell you the tale of my tragic encounter with a mango tree along my path to school. It all started, innocently enough, with my frequent visits to this particular tree. I had developed quite an obsession with it, you see. Every day, I would walk by, eyeing the fruits, and fantasizing about the day I would pluck them all for myself.

I had become quite the mango connoisseur, timing the ripening of each fruit with precision. Oh, I had big plans for those juicy, golden treasures. I dreamt of sweet, succulent bites and mango-filled bliss. The anticipation was unbearable, yet exhilarating.

But, alas! The day I had longed for finally arrived, and I embarked on my mission to claim those mangoes for my own. My heart raced with excitement as I approached the mango tree, my eyes scanning the branches for signs of ripeness. To my utter horror, I discovered that the tree was now bare, completely stripped of its fruity delight!

Disbelief enveloped me, and I frantically peered and peeked through the branches, hoping for a glimmer of hope, an overlooked mango that I could snatch away. And then, there it was, the sole survivor of that merciless mango massacre: a single unripe mango, hanging stubbornly on a high branch, mocking me.

Enraged and fueled by disappointment, I mustered all my strength and dexterity to reach for that pitiful green mango. With a tug, it came loose, landing forcefully into my palm. In a fit of frustration, I sunk my teeth into it, anticipating an explosion of flavor, only to be met with a sour, unripe disaster.

I didn't give up on it, with all my expectations thrown into the mud, I persistently ate the unripe mango and finished it.
At least I achieved something, didn't I?

NEW STORY ALERT! ELVIRA

CHAPTER 1

It had been a long day for me. Firstly, I closed late from work, and then, I went out to hang out with some friends. I got back home around 9:30 PM and was too tired to even go to my bedroom to change my clothes. Instead, I slumped on my favourite sofa and before I knew it, I had passed out.

My usual tradition when I was tired and wanted to have a good rest was to put my phone either on silent or vibration, so that if a call or a text came in, I would not even hear it. In the past, I used to switch it off completely or simply put in on flight mode. However, I had to desist from doing that after I ran into trouble with my boss. There was a day he tried to reach me after work because something urgent had come up, but he couldn’t get me because my phone had been turned off. I was severely reprimanded for that.

Today, however, I left my phone on loud ring because in spite of the fact that I was dead tired, I was expecting someone. I couldn’t stay awake while waiting because I was not just tired, I was absolutely exhausted. So, I had to make sure my ring setting was on loud, so that if she came and my doorbell didn’t wake me up, she would call my phone and that would of course, wake me up. You know Techno Phones and their loud ringtones.

It started raining as soon as I shut my eyes, and you know what rain does to sleep. I adjusted myself comfortably on my favourite sofa, with my clothes and shoes still on and slept off. I don’t know for how long I slept but I was suddenly woken up by my phone ringing. I checked and it was Elvira. Oh my gosh! I thought to myself. I hoped she had not been standing at the door for too long. I woke up from the chair and hurried to the door, almost knocking my table lamp as I did so. I got to the door and opened it.

Elvira stepped into the house. She looked strange and wild. It was still raining outside but I noticed that she didn’t seem to be wet. There was also a wild wind blowing outside, but I noticed that it didn’t ruffle her long black hair, since the door was still open. She looked at me sadly with her wild eyes, brushed past me and went straight to the bedroom. I quickly locked the door and looked at the large wall clock. It was exactly midnight.

For a while, I stood beside the door and thought to myself. Why was she behaving so strangely? It was raining outside but she was dry. She didn’t seem to look like someone who had been in the rain. Or could it be that she had been brought by a bike that had an umbrella? That was possible. But she looked strange. What was wrong with her. She didn’t even greet me or talked to me. Instead, she walked past me without a word.

Could it be that she was angry with me? But how could that be possible? This was the first time we were meeting in person. She was only able to accurately locate my compound because I had given her a vivid description, and also because she claimed to have once lived in that neighbourhood several years ago when she lived in this town. She was also able to locate my apartment because all the apartments in that compound were numbered. So, why would she be angry with me?

I had sent her the money she requested for her transportation and had been chatting with her as she travelled to see me. She had been given me constant updates about the progress of her journey until about two hours before I got home. I noticed that she had stopped replying to my texts, but I associated that to the spotted and irregular network coverage along that area.

Could it be that the okada man who brought her had annoyed her? Some of these okada men were riff-raffs. I hoped he had not tried to hurt her since the hour was so late. But if that was the case, why would she not to tell me, why would she instead transfer her aggression to me? Unable to answer all these questions, I went into the bedroom to look for her, and talk to her but I didn’t find her. Where could she have gone to? Confused, I went to the guest room and still didn’t find her. Then, I went to the bathroom and found her there. She was stark naked.

The sight of her shapely body without clothes gave me a woody. I quickly removed my clothes and shoes, leaving just my boxers. I walked up to her. Since I was wearing just a mini boxer, my LGA, which had now pushed up against the boxer was able to rub on her behind. She turned around, looked at me and smiled.

“What do you want?” She spoke for the first time.

“A little bit of nighttime fun.” I replied.

“But I have only just arrived.”

“So?”

“So, I need to bathe and freshen up.”

“Why?”

“Because I feel quite nasty now.”

“Have I complained?”

“No, but for the sake of cleanliness and decency. Please, let me bathe first. Just go to the bedroom and wait for me. I will be with you soon.”

“Ahh!! You are killing my mood. This thing is good to be served when it is hot. Give a man food when he is hungry, and not when you feel like it.” I complained.

“I have heard you, Sah. I will be done soon, and I will give you.”

“Alright, but don’t give me that talk about finishing soon. Women never finish soon when they are bathing. Take your time, Elvira. I will be in the living room. Let me know when you are done.” I said, walking away. My LGA was beginning to calm down.

“What are you going to do in the living room again? Is it not late already? You have to go to work tomorrow, and that means you need to sleep early.”

“Yes, I know but I just remembered that I promised my fans that I will be posting the next chapter of my story, A COSTLY MISTAKE, this night. I don’t want to disappoint me. I have very aggressive readers. If I don’t post this night, they will crucify me, quite literally.” I explained to her.

“You are a blogger?”

“Nope.”

“An influencer?”

“I don’t consider myself one.”

“So, why do you talk of fans?”

“Let me just say I have a page where I write stories. I am a writer.”

“You look like one.” She smiled.

“What do you mean by that? How do writers look like?” I was amused.

“That overgrown beard that you keep makes you look like one.” She laughed for the first time. However, in spite of the laughter, I was still able to discern that her eyes were sad and strange.

“I don’t blame you.” I said, walking away. “Let me know when you are done.”

I went back to the living room and turned on my laptop. I was about to start typing when I decided to check my page first to see if there were any notifications. There were many but I didn’t open any of them. I was always afraid to open my notifications when I had delayed to post the chapter of a story I was writing. I always felt bad seeing my fans and readers complaining that I had taken too long to post. If only they knew how tight my schedule was.

I put the phone on the table and resumed typing. About thirty minutes later, she came to the living room wearing nothing but a white towel. You know how a white towel makes a lady look. She came beside me and read a few lines of what I was typing on my laptop. She was really impressed by it.

“You write so good. I never knew you were a writer.” She commented.

“Thank you, Elvira. That is one of the many gifts God blessed me with.” I replied.

“Hmm!! Many gifts, you say? Which other gift do you have?”

“Bedmatics?”

“What? Never heard of that kind of a gift. What does it mean, and how does it work?”

“Wait for me at the bedroom. This particular gift cannot be explained by word of mouth, it can only be shown. It is an action gift.” I laughed.

“You are crazy, do you know that? Like for real, you are mad.” She laughed too.

“Go to the bedroom and wait for me. Once I have finished writing this chapter and I have posted, I will come and show you how mad I can be.” I laughed.

“Indeed, by the way, why don’t you post in the morning? Most of your readers will be asleep by now.”

“That is what you think. I have a group of them that are always up. I wonder if they ever have time to sleep. I have nicknamed them ‘The late-night crew’. Once I post, you will see them surfacing.” I told her.

“Wow!! Are you sure you are not being followed by vampires?” She laughed.

“Not really. It is possible that the differences in time zones could be the cause. Now go to the bedroom. You are distracting me.”

“I am not going anywhere. I will stay here and wait for you until you are done.” She announced.

She reclined on another sofa and watched me as I type. By the corner of my eyes, I looked at her every now and then and realized that she was looking at me and shaking her head sadly. I didn’t know the reason for that particular action. However, I didn’t question her. After a while, she gave up and went to the bedroom. Some minutes later, I finished typing, posted and went to the bedroom to meet her.

When I got to the bedroom, I met her lying on the bed. She had removed the white towel, and she was as naked as a newborn. I smiled at what I saw and my LGA started picking up steam again.

“Are you done?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Have your late-night crews seen it?”

“Ha!! I hardly barely finished posting before they attacked it with relish. Check for yourself.” I spoke, handing my phone to her.

“OMG!! A thousand reactions already.” She was dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I told ya.” I laughed.

“You are good, really, really good.”

“Yes, but now let’s see how good I am in bed, too.” I spoke and jumped on the bed, hoping that she would be happy that I had finally come to her.

Instead, she turned her back to me and started crying suddenly. I was confused. Just a few moments ago, she had been in a better mood. What was the reason for the sudden outburst? I hadn’t said anything wrong, neither had I done anything wrong. What could be the reason for this attitude. I tried to turn her around, but she wouldn’t budge. Instead, she shifted gears and cried harder.

I didn’t know what to make of this attitude. I sat on the bed for a while, and then decided that it is possible that she was a virgin and was afraid of her fi

I and my relatives were having lunch earlier today and eggs were part of the meal. While eating we discussed the benefits of eggs. After the meal, I did my research abs found out some interesting things about eggs that I would like to share with you.
I found out that eggs are a versatile and nutrient-rich food that offers a wide range of health benefits. They are an excellent source of high-quality protein, essential vitamins and minerals, and beneficial antioxidants. Here are some of the key benefits of incorporating eggs into your diet:
1. High-Quality Protein: Eggs provide all nine essential amino acids, making them a complete protein source. Protein is crucial for building and repairing tissues, producing enzymes and hormones, and maintaining muscle mass.
2. Nutrient-Dense: Eggs are packed with essential vitamins and minerals, including vitamin A, vitamin D, vitamin B12, riboflavin, folate, choline, phosphorus, and selenium. These nutrients play vital roles in various bodily functions, from supporting eye health to promoting brain function.
3. Weight Management: Eggs can promote a feeling of fullness and help regulate appetite, potentially contributing to weight management. Their high protein content can also help preserve muscle mass during weight loss.
4. Eye Health: Eggs contain lutein and zeaxanthin, antioxidants that protect against age-related macular degeneration and cataracts, two leading causes of vision loss.
5. Brain Health: Choline, an essential nutrient abundant in eggs, plays a crucial role in brain development, memory function, and nerve signaling.
6. Affordability: Eggs are a relatively inexpensive source of high-quality protein and essential nutrients, making them an accessible and budget-friendly food choice.
7. Overall Health: Regular egg consumption can contribute to overall health and well-being by providing essential nutrients, supporting muscle and bone health, and promoting satiety.
There are several benefits of eggs and I believe you too would know some that I didn't mention here. Please, you can add more in the comment box.

Once upon a time, in the ancient land of Yoruba, there lived a young and beautiful princess named Adunni. She was known for her grace, intelligence, and captivating charm. Adunni's father, the king of the Yoruba kingdom, wanted nothing but the best for his daughter and was determined to find her a worthy suitor.

Word of Adunni's beauty spread far and wide, reaching the neighboring kingdoms. Many princes from distant lands heard tales of her enchanting allure and sought her hand in marriage. However, Adunni was not easily swayed by material wealth or external appearances. She longed for a love that transcended superficiality and touched the depths of her soul.

One day, as Adunni was strolling through the royal gardens, she came across a young man named Ade. He was a humble farmer from a nearby village but possessed an inner strength and wisdom that intrigued Adunni. Ade had heard stories of the princess's beauty and grace but had never dreamt of meeting her in person.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, they felt an undeniable connection. It was as if their souls recognized each other from a time long past. Despite their different social statuses, Adunni and Ade couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing them closer together.

As days turned into weeks, Adunni and Ade began to spend more time together. They would meet secretly under the moonlit sky, sharing stories, dreams, and aspirations. Their love blossomed like the vibrant flowers in the palace gardens, filling their hearts with joy and contentment.

However, their clandestine meetings did not go unnoticed. The king soon became aware of his daughter's forbidden love affair with a commoner. Filled with anger and disappointment, he forbade Adunni from ever seeing Ade again.

Heartbroken but determined to fight for their love, Adunni sought the counsel of an elderly wise woman in the village. The wise woman, known for her knowledge of ancient Yoruba traditions and rituals, listened attentively to Adunni's tale of forbidden love.

She revealed that there was a way for Adunni and Ade to be together, but it would require great sacrifice and unwavering faith. The wise woman explained that they needed to prove their love by passing a series of tests set by the gods.

Adunni and Ade embarked on a journey to various sacred sites across the Yoruba kingdom, facing trials that tested their commitment, loyalty, and devotion to each other. They encountered dangerous creatures, overcame treacherous obstacles, and demonstrated their unwavering love at every turn.

Finally, after months of trials and tribulations, Adunni and Ade reached the final test. They stood before the sacred tree of love, its branches intertwined like two souls forever connected. The gods appeared before them, pleased with their unwavering determination and pure hearts.

In recognition of their true love, the gods blessed Adunni and Ade, transforming them into immortal beings. They were granted eternal happiness and allowed to live out their days together in blissful harmony.

And so, Adunni and Ade became legends in Yoruba folklore, symbols of true love that transcends societal boundaries. Their story continues to be told through generations, reminding people of the power of love and the lengths one can go to overcome obstacles in its pursuit.

Once upon a time in Lagos, Nigeria, there lived a young man named Tunde. Tunde was known for his witty sense of humor and his ability to make people laugh. He had a knack for turning any situation into a funny anecdote, and his friends always looked forward to spending time with him.

One sunny day, as Tunde was walking down the bustling streets of Lagos, he noticed a beautiful woman sitting at a café. Her name was Funke, and she had the most infectious laughter he had ever heard. Intrigued by her joyful demeanor, Tunde mustered up the courage to approach her.

"Excuse me, miss," Tunde said with a mischievous grin on his face. "I couldn't help but notice that your laughter is even more captivating than my jokes. Mind if I join you?"

Funke chuckled and motioned for him to take a seat. Little did they know that this chance encounter would be the start of a hilarious love story.

Over the next few weeks, Tunde and Funke spent countless hours together, sharing jokes and laughter. They explored the vibrant streets of Lagos, attending comedy shows and open mic nights. Their love blossomed amidst fits of laughter and playful banter.

One day, Tunde decided to take Funke on a surprise date to one of Lagos' famous comedy clubs. As they entered the venue, they were greeted by the uproarious sounds of laughter echoing through the room. The atmosphere was electric, filled with comedians showcasing their talents.

As luck would have it, Tunde's favorite comedian was performing that night. With excitement in his eyes, he leaned over to Funke and whispered, "Get ready for some serious belly laughs!"

The comedian took the stage and began his routine. His jokes were so hilarious that the entire audience was in stitches. But what happened next took everyone by surprise – Tunde stood up from his seat and shouted, "Hey, that's my joke!"

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Tunde. The comedian on stage looked bewildered, unsure of how to react. But then, he burst into laughter, realizing that Tunde was just pulling a prank.

The audience erupted in applause and laughter, and Tunde couldn't help but join in. Funke was in stitches, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard. It was a moment they would never forget.

From that day forward, Tunde and Funke became known as the funniest couple in Lagos. They continued to share their love for humor, making each other laugh every day. Their wedding was a grand celebration filled with laughter and joy, as friends and family gathered to witness their union.

Tunde and Funke's love story is a testament to the power of laughter in relationships. Their ability to find humor in every situation brought them closer together and created a bond that could withstand any challenge.

A large group of Russian soldiers in the border area in 1939 were moving down a road when they heard a voice called from behind a small hill: "One Finnish soldier is better than ten Russian". The Russian commander quickly ordered 10 of his best men over the hill where a gun-battle broke out and continued for a few minutes, then silenced. The voice once again called out: "One Finn is better than one hundred Russian." Furious, the Russian commander sent his next best 100 troops over the hill and instantly a huge gun fight commenced. After 10 minutes of battle, again Silenced. The calm Finnish voice called out again: "One Finn is better than one thousand Russians from: The enraged Russian commander mustered 1000 fighters and sent them to the other side of the hill. Rifle fire, machine guns, grenades, rockets and cannon fire rang out as a terrible battle was fought... Then silenced. Eventually one badly wounded Russian fighter crawled back over the hill and with his dying words told his commander, "Dont send any more men...its a trap. There are two of them." 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

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George was well known for his immense physical strength and physique, earning him the title of the town's greatest bodybuilder. But as much as he was respected for his physical prowess, his heart was as hard and unyielding as the iron weights he lifted in the gym.
George lived a life that revolved solely around himself. His days were consumed with rigorous workouts, strict diets, and competition training. He was relentless in his pursuit of a body that would earn him fame, recognition, and endless admiration. His wife, Gift, watched with a heavy heart as he distanced himself from family and friends, all for the pursuit of his ambition.

Gift was a devoted Christian who believed in the power of faith and the importance of a good spiritual life. She tried to share her beliefs with George, but he had grown indifferent to her pleas. "I don't have time for your religion, Gift," he would dismiss her, arrogance written all over his face.

Years passed, and George's dedication to his physique brought him many accolades and credits. He was admired by many for his chiseled body, but his soul remained empty. As he aged, his health began to deteriorate. His once-mighty body weakened, and he found himself confined to a sickbed, battling an illness that no amount of lifting or training could conquer.

Gift, faithful and caring, remained by his side. She continued to talk about her faith, sharing stories of hope and redemption in Christ, hoping that her words might touch his heart. At first, George resisted, but as he faced the reality of his own mortality, his heart began to soften.

One day, when he could no longer endure the pains of his sickness, he whispered to Gift, "Tell me more about your God."
Tears filled Gift's eyes as she shared the Gospel with her dying husband. She spoke of a loving and forgiving God, a God who welcomed those who sought His grace, no matter how late in life they turned to Him. She spoke of redemption, of a new life found in faith.

In that moment, lying in his sickbed, with a body that had once seemed invincible now weak and vulnerable, George felt a strong emptiness in his soul. He realized that all his trophies, all his fame, and all his strength had amounted to nothing compared to the peace and hope that the message of God brought.

With Gift's guidance, George accepted the Gospel into his heart. He prayed for forgiveness and found solace in his new faith. He was at peace as he faced the end of his journey.
George's last days were spent in the comforting presence of Gift, reading the Bible and feeling the embrace of a God who had waited patiently for him. In his final moments, surrounded by his loving wife, he passed away with a smile on his face, knowing that his soul was finally at rest, forever in the embrace of a merciful and forgiving God.

Let me not start with how the day started. Nonetheless, it started smoothly leading to a fine afternoon.
I lay in my bed calculating the differences in space and time while hunger baked my stomach.
At intervals, I rolled over and back. I was honestly feeling lazy. I had restocked my kitchen the previous week and it was clear that what to cook wasn't the problem but the strength.

I slid into my clothes after I couldn't stand my ground with the tussles of hunger and headed down the street to buy a few condiments for making stew.
After a closer look, after I had walked and crossed a muddy path, I realized the heavy padlock glistening under the shade.
What do I do now? I questioned myself.

The main market was several walks away and the strength to endure such lengths was far from me. After a brief contemplation, I decided to branch to my friend's place which shared a space with the market.

The door was ajar and I needed not to knock. A pot was neatly placed on the plastic table which also held other textbooks, the table was dying of multiple loads.

Well, to cut a long story short, I didn't achieve whatever plan I had laid out about my feeding earlier.
Seated vainly and stormed out after I had satisfied my fatigue.

Finally, here I am chewing and licking the red stew which was the subject of my day.

A certain poor widow lived in a neighborhood. Her house was next to a very wealthy man's house. The widow, a very strong Christian used to pray without ceasing. She would always staged her rosary prayers in front of her house every evening. Meanwhile, her neighbour, the rich man used to mock her. In his exact words, '' You this woman, you keep on praying and nothing has changed about you, you are still poor and looking wretched every day, are you sure God is answering your prayer? '' The more the rich man kept mocking the woman, she never gave up in her prayer life.
On day, the woman was hungry, her food got finished and there was no means for her. No money to buy food and no one to go to for help. So, the woman started praying,'' God, You know my situation and condition right now. All I ask of you is food to eat. Meanwhile, as she was praying, the rich man was passing in front of her door and over heard her prayer point centred on food. The rich man went into his house and thought to himself, he said, ''I will carry this bag of rice and drop in front of her door and hide by and see what this woman would say when she sees a bag of rice in front of her door when she finished praying '' So he took the bag of rice and dropped in front of her door steps and hid by.
Few minutes later, the woman finished praying and came and opened the door and behold, a bag of rice on her door steps. The woman screamed...'' Oh God..,I thank you for a prayer just answered. Just then, the rich man quickly jumped out of his hidings and yelled at the woman. ''Oh...look at you, you thought it was God that answer your prayer by dropping a bag of rice...? No, I am the one that dropped it just to let you know that that your God does not answer your prayers. On hearing that, the woman laughed so laud and said, '' haven't you heard or read in the Bible..? That God can use your enemy to help you, or God can make your enemy to be at peace with you. Have you not read where God caused the Egyptians to give gold, silver, money and valuables to the children of Israelites as they departed Egypt to the promised land..? So, chief, it was God that used you to help me with the food I prayed and asked Him for.

Once upon a time, in the vibrant land of Nigeria, a peculiar phenomenon began to unfold. It all started with a series of comical misunderstandings that snowballed into a nationwide frenzy. The people of Nigeria, known for their resilience and humor, found themselves caught in a whirlwind of confusion and laughter.
It began innocently enough when a mischievous politician, known for his quick wit, made a sarcastic comment during a public speech. Unfortunately, his words were taken literally by a journalist who lacked a sense of humor. The news spread like wildfire, and soon, the entire nation was convinced that Nigeria was on the brink of disintegration.
As the rumor mill churned, the people of Nigeria couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Memes and jokes flooded social media, and even the most serious politicians couldn't resist joining in on the laughter. The streets echoed with laughter, and the air was filled with a sense of camaraderie as Nigerians embraced their shared absurdity.
Days turned into weeks, and the disintegration rumor became a national pastime. People organized disintegration-themed parties, complete with costumes and mock debates. The media, realizing the nation's appetite for humor, dedicated entire segments to satirical discussions on the topic. It seemed that Nigeria had found a unique way to unite its diverse population through laughter.
In the end, the disintegration rumor faded away, but the memory of that hilarious period remained etched in the hearts of Nigerians. It became a symbol of their ability to find joy even in the face of uncertainty. And so, Nigeria continued to thrive, not just as a nation but as a testament to the power of humor and resilience.

Once upon a time in the whimsical town of Make-Believe, there lived a mischievous young girl named Lily. Lily had a knack for playing pranks on her friends and family, always keeping them on their toes. One sunny afternoon, she stumbled upon a magical book hidden in the depths of her grandmother's attic. The book was said to grant one wish to anyone who could solve its riddles.
Curiosity piqued, Lily opened the book and found herself face-to-face with a peculiar creature called the Witty Wombat. The Wombat, known for its sharp wit and cleverness, offered Lily a challenge. "If you can make someone believe you love them without saying the words, I shall grant you one wish," it said with a sly grin.
Determined to prove her wit, Lily set out on her quest. She began by showering her best friend, Oliver, with affectionate gestures. She baked him cookies, wrote him heartfelt letters, and even serenaded him with silly songs. Oliver, oblivious to Lily's true intentions, was overjoyed by her sudden display of affection. He believed her love was genuine, and their friendship blossomed like never before.
As the days went by, Lily continued her charade, pretending to love everyone she encountered. She complimented strangers on their fashion choices, helped elderly neighbors with their groceries, and even adopted a stray cat, showering it with endless affection. The town of Make-Believe was abuzz with rumors of Lily's newfound love for everyone.
Little did Lily know, her acts of pretend love were not in vain. The more she pretended, the more she realized that love, even if initially feigned, had a way of transforming her heart. She began to genuinely care for those around her, and her once mischievous nature softened. The Witty Wombat, impressed by Lily's growth, granted her wish, but Lily no longer needed it. She had discovered the true power of love, even if it began as a playful pretense. And so, Lily continued to spread love and laughter throughout the town of Make-Believe, forever changing the lives of those she encountered.

Part 2

No one seems to know her except Tunde who never really is a good gossiper. I don't know if he really knows anything about her but I could guess they had somuch past business with each other that made them react in such a strange way towards each other.

I still don't understand why she has problems with Tunde. Tunde is really a cute tall fair guy. but from the looks and approaches of Tunde himself towards Oyiza, suggest something that picks everyone's curiosity in our compound. She laughs and hugs everyone in the compound but when it comes to Tunde she has a very dark frown on her face and she moves away while Tunde will rest back his outstretched hands back to his pockets and gives a somewhat hilarious grin. It makes me cracks up with laughter whenever I watch them from my room. Being the nosy neighbour that I am, I did ask her what her problem was with Tunde and she will always reply "I don't like him" and when I ask why? She will reply "for personal reasons" and that would be in a stern unnatural voice that makes cold runs down my skin. I can't help but to think that in all this perfection, there's something dark about her. What is she hiding?

It's a Saturday morning, as usual Oyiza refused to let the poor breath. The aroma of her food is a torture to my nose. It makes me salivate more than I want to. We are all out again at the door steps of Oyiza

"Oyiza waiting to happen now…??"

"Oyiza, you want choke us ni….???"

"Let the poor breath now ehhh Oyiz!!!"

I was just waiting outside to hear her magjc words.

"You all should join me oooo".

I don't need a second invitation, we all don't need a second invitation, within a minute, we are all inside her room. She sets a table for us, and before our hungry stomach and hungry eyes, there was hot steaming semo with well stucked egusi soup. Fish, meat, and everything is peeping from different edges of the pot. There's also fried rice with chicken all heaped on a big tray on the table. Fruits and salads with cartons of soft drinks. Oh good heavens! i became scared but the sight of the chicken refused to let me flee out of her room so I joined the others and ate like have not eaten in my whole life.

I do have class every Saturday but I always miss it because of Oyiza's feast. We will eat, share jokes, play games, talk about the books we've read and the movies we watch. We talk about guys and all but, she never really said anything about herself.
After which I will return to my own lodge with a very full stomach, promising myself that I won't eat food for a month but in all this enjoyment, something tells me something isn't just right.

To be continued 🖤

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Abandoned Soviet-era Train in Russia.

During the Cold War, Russia parked hundreds of old trains on old tracks as a backup railway. They're all steam engines; the idea was they could still be used if something happened to the Russian electric grid.

In Russia's central Perm region in particular, a cemetery lies on the sidetrack. Instead of tombs and headstones, it is filled with trains from the 20th century. There are dozens of steam locomotives, the oldest dating back to 1936 and the youngest from 1956. They sit on rusty rails, in the middle of overgrown vegetation.

At that time, around 140 locomotives were docked there. But, as electric power replaced steam, these reserve trains hit the end of the line. As railway authorities waned, maintenance work on the locomotives eventually came to a complete halt, leaving the way for rust.

Many of the trains have been bought and taken away by Chinese owners. Others have been restored to become exhibits at museums and memorials.

In a small town, two lovers lived, Sochi and Dinma. Sochi thought she was perfect, but the girl was more interested in his money and will go any length to rob him of it in the name of money.

As time passed, Dinma became greedier. She lied that she was pregnant to get more money from Sochi. She even took pills to pretend she had an abortion, but it made her terribly sick.
A friend of Dinma finally told the truth about the nurse who gave her the pills. Sochi and the friend confronted the nurse, and she admitted that Dinma was never pregnant.

Sochi was hurt and angry, Dinma's greediness had gone out of hand. Filled with resentment, he reported the case to the police, and Dinma was arrested. Everyone who heard what happened was filled with disgust for what Dinma did, a lesson about honesty and trust was learnt.
After a week, Sochi could not bear the pain of seeing his lover in jail, so he bailed her with a strong warning never to act greedily again, Dinma learnt a lifetime lesson, LOVE must not be based on material things

Nature is all goodness , However, too much is bad!! Am seriously adjusting from my addiction for the past months now!.

Groundnut Health Benefits

Eating groundnuts, also known as peanuts, comes with loads of health benefits which made me to choose it as my easiest plant based protein, especially everyone knows that it's easily seen around, affordable and easy to process, despite being in high calorie it's a good weight gain and weight loss nut .

It's rich in nutrients including protein, healthy fats, fiber, vitamins (like B vitamins and vitamin E), and minerals (such as magnesium, phosphorus, and potassium).

Heart friendly nut, the unsaturated fats in groundnuts can be beneficial for heart health, as they may help lower bad cholesterol levels and reduce the risk of heart disease.

Weight Management Despite being calorie-dense, groundnuts can promote feelings of fullness due to their high protein and fiber content, potentially aiding in weight management.

It's a good Antioxidants which can help protect cells from damage and reduce the risk of chronic diseases.

Blood Sugar Control
The fiber and healthy fats in groundnuts can help regulate blood sugar levels and reduce the risk of type 2 diabetes.

Nutrient Absorption it contain nutrients like vitamin E and healthy fats that can enhance the absorption of fat-soluble vitamins from other foods.

Bone Health, think of healthy bone, think groundnut .
Because it provide phosphorus and magnesium, essential minerals for maintaining strong and healthy bones.

Skin Health
The vitamin E in groundnuts contributes to skin health and may protect against skin damage from UV rays.

Reduced Risk of Gallstones
Regular consumption of groundnuts has been associated with a lower risk of gallstone formation.

Energy Boost
Na here I dey grab my major energy instead of eating carbs everytime as we know in African , carb is our major food so since groundnuts are a good source of energy due to their calorie content.

Remember , groundnut can lead to weight gain, so be mindful to enjoy groundnuts in moderation as part of a balanced diet, especially if you are concerned about calorie intake, and be mindful of any negative effect that comes from excess consumption of it, just like I said earlier , my challenge is the stomach pain and blurting apart from that I would not have any concern about the addiction for now🙄🙄

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Last week, I had an encounter that left me both puzzled and contemplative. It started as a normal day, and I had no idea that it would lead me to witness something extraordinary. As I went about my usual routine, I heard whispers about a pastor who possessed the power to heal the sick. Intrigued, I decided to see this phenomenon for myself.

The news of the pastor's arrival had spread like wildfire, and a crowd had gathered in a local park. Curiosity got the better of me, and I made my way through the people, eager to see what was unfolding. As I approached, my eyes fell upon a woman who was raving mad, her disheveled hair and torn clothes a testament to her troubled state.

I couldn't help but wonder how this pastor was going to heal her. I had seen many individuals claim miraculous abilities, but something felt different this time. What puzzled me even more was that none of my friends or neighbors seemed to recognize her. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air, a complete stranger.

As the pastor took center stage, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. He began to speak with a commanding voice, invoking the power of God to heal the afflicted. The crowd watched intently, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Slowly, the pastor approached the woman, his hands outstretched in a gesture of compassion. The atmosphere crackled with a mixture of skepticism and hope. As he laid his hands on her, a profound sense of calm washed over the woman. To my astonishment, her frenzied state began to subside, and a serene expression replaced her distorted features.

I stood there, my mind racing with thoughts. Was this some well-orchestrated act? Was the woman a mere pawn in a grand scheme? It seemed unlikely that no one in the crowd recognized her. But at the same time, I witnessed a change in her, a transformation that couldn't be denied.

Despite the doubts swirling within me, I couldn't help but recognize the power of God at work. Whether it was orchestrated or not, the impact I witnessed was real. The healing touch of the pastor had brought peace to a tormented soul, and that was undeniably powerful.

As the crowd erupted into applause and thankful prayers, I couldn't shake the conflict within me. On one hand, I questioned the authenticity of the arrangement and the hidden motives behind it. On the other hand, I couldn't deny the true power of God that had touched that woman's life.