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BEYOUND

Above the horizon my gaze magnifies
Far,the sun sets but within,my darkness looms
I look at my future my past yonder
I dream of a place
Where my dreams come alive

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Dogs Are Best Friend of Human

Dogs Are Best Friend of Human
Dogs Are Best Friend of Human
Dogs are friendly and they love human. Your dog waits for you by the door, face smiling, mouth open and tail wagging, ready to dote on you, his best friend in the world. When you're happy and excited, your dog will leap about you and share in your joy. Dogs are playful. They love physical activity such as going for walks, fetching sticks, leaping into ponds, and racing wildly to and fro.
Dogs can be trained so that they can easily cohabitate with us in our human-built dwellings. They can also be trusted to act appropriately around other people and in public. Dogs can learn to save nature's call for outdoor walks, to walk on a leash when on public roads where cars lurk, and to sit and to stay whenever and wherever necessary.
The family dog is as much a part of daily life within a home as is any human household member. They can readily go places with us in cars, everywhere from a romp in the local park to a family vacation. Because they can travel with us, they can be a part of our lives in a way that most other companion animals can't. As dogs can participate in many of our most unusual experiences and outdoor adventures, they become forever associated with many of our most treasured memories. Does the family have a large fenced yard where a big dog can romp in safety, or a cramped apartment suitable for small dogs only? Can the family pet care budget support a large dog with a large appetite?
A safe environment is, of course, a must. Indoors, be sure that cleaning products, medications, houseplants and other potential poisons are kept safely out of reach. Our dogs are always there for us, day and night, sharing in every activity from breakfast time through a cozy evening spent watching TV. Above all else, dogs deserve gentle handling and an abundance of our time and attention. Love can make a dog's world go round as much as love makes our world go round.
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Quiet Time

QUIET TIME

there once was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him.

After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn. He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.

Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could not find the watch.

Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.

The farmer looked at him and thought: “why not? After all, this kid looks sincere enough.” So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn.

After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand! The farmer was both happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed.

The boy replied, “I did nothing but sit on the ground and listen. In the silence, i heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction.”

A peaceful mind can think better than a worked up mind. Allow a few minutes of silence to your mind every day, and see, how sharply it helps you to set your life the way you expect it to be…!

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Today February 19, National Tug of War Day

Once a year, the small town of Willow Creek celebrated Tug of War Day. It was a day filled with excitement, friendly competition, and community spirit.

The day started with the town square bustling with people of all ages, eagerly signing up for teams and strategizing their game plan. The teams were divided into two sides - the East Enders and the West Enders - each determined to claim victory in the annual tug of war challenge.

As the sun reached its peak in the sky, the teams gathered at the designated spot by the riverbank. The atmosphere was electric as the crowd cheered on their favorite team, waving banners and chanting slogans of encouragement.

The referee blew the whistle, and the tug of war began. The teams pulled with all their might, their faces contorted with effort as they strained against the rope. The spectators watched in awe as the teams battled it out, each refusing to give an inch.

After what seemed like an eternity, one team finally emerged victorious, pulling the other across the line and claiming the coveted title of Tug of War champions. The winning team erupted in cheers and high-fives, while the defeated team graciously accepted their loss, already planning their comeback for next year.

As the sun began to set on Tug of War Day, the town came together for a celebratory barbecue, sharing stories and laughter as they reflected on another successful year of friendly competition and community bonding.

And so, Tug of War Day ended on a high note, with memories of teamwork, sportsmanship, and camaraderie that would last until the next year's celebration.

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The Final: A Turn of Events

The Final: A Turn of Events
The sounds of spectators cheering on Nigeria and Ivory Coast during the AFCON finals spread throughout the neighborhood as I sat in my room. As Nigeria took a 1-0 lead, there was an obvious sense of anxiety in the air, and the sound of celebratory firecrackers going off filled the night sky.

The happy festivity turned into chants and singing, which energized the atmosphere. Nigeria appeared to be on the verge of victory, and the excitement was intense.

But when Ivory Coast equalized, the mood swiftly changed, putting an end to the applause and leaving everyone in disbelief. The once-enthusiastic gathering dropped into a depressing silence as the situation's reality set in.

With a final score of 2-1, Ivory Coast triumphed, dashing the expectations of Nigerian supporters and leaving everyone dejected. With an overpowering feeling of disappointment, the festive atmosphere subsided and the watchers scattered, returning to their normal lives.

There was a silent recognition of the skill of both sides and the passion of the game amid the disappointment. Even though Nigeria might not have won, there was appreciation for Ivory Coast's victory as they deserved the game's result.

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SOMETIMES WE NEED TO SHARPEN OUR AXE

A young woodcutter was cutting wood in the mountains. In a short while, an old woodcutter came to work in the mountain as well.

At nightfall, the young woodcutter was surprised to find out that the old woodcutter had cut more wood even though he came later.

The young woodcutter made a decision secretly that he would come to work in the mountains even earlier the next morning.

The next day, the young woodcutter indeed came to work in the woods very early.

He thought, "i will certainly win this time." unexpectedly, when he carried his wood back, he found the old woodcutter had beaten him again.

On the third day, the young woodcutter decided that he would not only arrive early, but also leave late. He thought he would definitely win this time.

However, the old woodcutter beat him again on that day. The same thing happened on the fourth and fifth day.

On the sixth day, the young woodcutter could no longer stand it and raised the question to the old woodcutter, "i start working earlier than you and stop working later than you.

How come you beat me every time? Besides, i'm also younger than you."

"alas, young man!" the old woodcutter patted him on his shoulder and said, "after i get home every day, the first thing i do is to sharpen my axe.

While you are sleeping your fatigue off, your axe is getting duller and duller.

Therefore, even though i am older than you, start working later than you, and leave earlier than you, my axe is sharper than yours.

A tree will fall after i chop five times, but only after you chop more than ten times." the young woodcutter understood completely and set off to sharpen his ax

we sometimes get so busy that we don’t take time to sharpen the “axe”.

Sometimes we all need time to relax, to think and meditate, to learn and grow. If we don’t take the time to sharpen the “axe”, we will become dull and lose our effectiveness.

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IT WAS A SET UP

He always admired my school uniform, my smiles, my looks and maybe my step too.

He always stand along the way of my path to my second mummy shop. Always waiting to praise me and tell me how good l look and to remind me that he is still much interested to marry me. We were told not to give numbers anyhow as girls still in school especially to men who have relationship intentions then, l would have agreed to give him number. Though in my final year in secondary school but we are still not allowed phone freely in that stage by my second mummy unless it is family related. I was obedient.

Well I must confess, his praise is getting to me and am already considering his proposal because it has become a constant reminder to me everyday that l have decided to tell my second mummy who told me to ask him to see her.

But before I get the chance to meet him again. A call came to my phone and l immediately picked it.

Me: Hello

Call: Forget it, it is a set up.

Me: (glanced at the phone again. Of course this is my first mummy speaking) Mummy what are you talking about?

Mummy: That guy that always stop you on your way back from school to shop.

Me: Which one? There are a lot of them.

Mummy: The one that came with marriage proposal. The one you are already thinking about. The one you rejected his money gift. The one you....

Me: OK, OK mum. I remember him. What about him.

Mummy: He betted on your second mummy belief in you. That he must get you to shame her. He didn't know her directly but a person who knew her and her boast of you has strike a challenge. He is not genuine. He want to deceive you to sleep with you. And then smear it on your second mummy face for believing in you. Did you understand?

Me: Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!( Already feeling dizzy) How did you know?

Mummy: Revelation! I love you but don't forget that I am also proud of you. (She cut the call)

Me: Hey I almost fall o. Jesus ! How many set up have l surpassed in this stage? But why me?
With tears in my eyes. I prayed: Oh Lord protect my innocence. Whenever I am at my wit end, take over. I was angry in my spirit that I cursed the people involved together in this conspiracy.

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when i knew i wasn’t just a normal kid

well
this will be a short one
Growing up in the early 90s
i tried everything available as i lived with my mom
dads away working.
i play games
love American movies
i steal from mom to watch movies rent movies. play computer games
but as i grow
i started having dream paralysis
and before i enter the dream paralysis
i always see a whit light in my dream
it sucks me closer and boom i am frozen to my bed paralyzed.
i never told anyone
i fought silently and developed a way to break the paralysis but one this is
i never believed in witchcraft and wizardry but the case is different with my sisters who believed that my mom sis is a witch
they won’t eat her food but i will
i did all they are afraid of but to my surprise i am always good at the end. to this day my sisters believe that i am not normal
due to my constant ingestion of marijuana’s leaves with indomie from a young age.

anyways that’s a story for another day
stay weird and free

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Pass jambin one sitting

Pass Exams in One Sitting.
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The heart that gives

In the quaint village of Harmony Hills, there existed a mystical heart that possessed the extraordinary ability to give boundless love. Legend had it that this heart, hidden deep within the ancient Oakwood Forest, had the power to touch the lives of those who encountered it.

One day, a kind-hearted florist named Lily stumbled upon the heart during her solitary walk through the woods. As she approached the radiant glow emanating from the heart, she felt an overwhelming warmth and an inexplicable surge of compassion.

From that day forward, Lily discovered an extraordinary change within herself. Her flower shop, once a serene haven, transformed into a hub of generosity. She started giving away bouquets to strangers, brightening their days with the beauty of nature's gifts.

Word of Lily's benevolence spread throughout Harmony Hills, inspiring others to follow suit. The heart's magic began to ripple through the community, creating a wave of selfless acts. Neighbors helped neighbors, and the spirit of giving became infectious.

One day, Lily encountered a struggling artist named Oliver. His passion for painting was overshadowed by life's hardships. Touched by the magic of the heart, Lily decided to support Oliver's dreams. She arranged an art exhibition in her flower shop, showcasing his vibrant creations. The community rallied behind Oliver, purchasing his artwork and giving him the encouragement he needed.

As the heart's influence continued to grow, Harmony Hills transformed into a haven of kindness. Acts of generosity became a way of life, and the once-hidden heart in Oakwood Forest became a symbol of the community's boundless love.

Lily, the florist, became a beloved figure, not just for her flowers but for the love she shared. The heart that gives had not only changed her life but had woven a tapestry of compassion that connected the entire village. And so, in Harmony Hills, the magic of the heart endured, reminding everyone that the truest joy lies in the act of giving.

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WE ALL HOLD THE KEY.

ONCE UPON A TIME, A VILLAGE WAS OCCUPIED BY THE INVADERS, AND ALL ITS PEOPLE WERE IMPRISONED.

THEY SUFFERED FOR MONTHS IN THE COLD, SLEEPING ON ROCKS, AND HARDLY ATE GOOD FOOD. ON SEEING THE STATE OF THE PEOPLE OF THEIR VILLAGE, FOUR PHILANTHROPISTS DECIDED THEY WOULD SERVE THEM.

THE FIRST ONE DECIDED HE WOULD OFFER WARM CLOTHES, SHOES, AND SOCKS TO THE PEOPLE WHO WERE DYING OF THE COLD. SO, HE DID! HE THOUGHT HE DID THE BEST DEED, AND WALKED AWAY HAPPILY!

THE SECOND MAN DECIDED, HE WOULD PROVIDE BLANKETS, AND A COZY BED AND A PILLOW FOR ALL THE PRISONERS TO SLEEP, AND SO, HE DID! HE THOUGHT HE DID THE BEST DEED, AND WALKED AWAY HAPPILY!

THE THIRD PHILANTHROPIST WATCHED THE PEOPLE CRAVE FOR GOOD FOOD; SHE DECIDED TO OFFER THEM A HEALTHY MEAL AND CLEAN DRINKING WATER EVERY DAY. SO, SHE DID! SHE THOUGHT SHE HAD DONE THE BEST DEED OF ALL, AND SHE WALKED AWAY HAPPILY!

THE FOURTH LITTLE MAN WONDERED, "WHAT AM I TO DO FOR MY PEOPLE?"

HE WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, SNEAKED INTO THE PRISON, STOLE THE KEY FROM THE GUARD, AND RELEASED ALL OF THEM! AND, THE PEOPLE WALKED AWAY HAPPILY....

WE ALL HOLD THE KEY TO ACTS OF KINDNESS THAT WILL UNLOCK THE HAPPINESS FOR SOMEONE LESS FORTUNATE, NO MATTER HOW LITTLE THE DEED IS, SOMEONE WILL BENEFIT....

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My First Day At School

I had just woken up from bed, at exactly 5:45am, when I heard someone knocking my room door.
It turned out to be my Dad waking me up to observe subh, one of the five daily salat in Islam.
After, observing my salah, I quickly ran to the bathroom not wanting to be late on my first day in school. Ohh my data is almost exhausted, I would finish the story on my next post
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Pension or not

Good morning.
Have you ever asked yourself the question, "why do we work"?
Some will say they work in order to avoid hunger. Some will say they work in order not to just stay idle at home. Some will say they work in order to fit into the society.
There are several other reasons why we work.

Until you start to ask questions about your building towards the future, then you are on the right path.
Have you ever asked yourself, "When a man is too old to work," what is my plan towards that phase?

You can't work forever, so now that you are still much younger, I hope you are working towards that stage and not just working to eat and survive the present moment or economy?

That job you are currently engaged in, is it a temporary or permanent solution? You should be able to identify a permanent solution or a temporarily solution and not confuse them.

I am trying to find a permanent solution and sacrificing my convinience at this stage. I hope I find it soon: a permanent solution to my human needs and questions. Because when I am too old to work, I hope I have something better than a pension.

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Unavailing Nok, W′Africa′s 1st Complex Civilization

Unavailing Nok, W′Africa′s 1st Complex Civilization
WHISPERS FROM TERRACOTTA: UNVEILING THE NOK, WEST AFRICA'S ANCIENT MASTERS

Hidden beneath the savannas of modern-day Nigeria, whispers of a long-forgotten civilization echo in the form of baked clay. This is the Nok, the enigmatic first complex society of West Africa, whose legacy still speaks volumes despite their silence. Emerging around 1500 BCE, the Nok thrived for centuries, leaving behind a captivating narrative crafted not in words, but in fire-kissed terracotta.

Our understanding of the Nok is gleaned from fragmented pieces - their signature terracotta sculptures, unearthed by chance in 1928. These silent sentinels, depicting stylized human figures and animals with elliptical eyes and elaborate hairstyles, offer tantalizing glimpses into their lives. Farmers of millet and sorghum, skilled ironworkers, and creators of complex societies, the Nok were far more than just artistic pioneers.

Their terracotta masterpieces, found across an expanse stretching hundreds of miles, hint at a sophisticated social structure. From musicians and dignitaries to hunters and pregnant women, the Nok captured a vibrant tapestry of humanity in clay. Some scholars believe these figures played a central role in elaborate funerary rituals, whispering secrets of the afterlife into the baked earth.

Yet, much remains shrouded in mystery. The origin of the Nok, their language, and even their name are lost to time. Were they the first architects of ironworking in West Africa? Did they trade their precious sculptures across vast distances? Did they succumb to internal strife or succumb to external forces? These are questions that continue to tantalize archaeologists and historians, fueling the allure of the enigmatic Nok.

Though their empire faded by the 2nd century CE, the echoes of their impact resonate throughout West Africa. The Nok laid the foundation for subsequent complex societies, proving that innovation and social sophistication thrived far earlier than previously thought. Their terracotta whispers have ignited a deeper understanding of the continent's rich and multifaceted past, reminding us that history holds countless untold stories waiting to be unearthed.

So, the next time you encounter a Nok artifact, whether in a museum display case or a dusty museum archive, remember, it's not just a piece of clay. It's a whisper from a long-lost civilization, a testament to the enduring legacy of the Nok, West Africa's ancient masters.

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“Don′t Call It A Dream, Call It A Plan.“

“Don′t Call It A Dream, Call It A Plan.“
Queens echoed with boomboxes spitting beats, a rhythm young James danced to before he was even Cool J. At 14, rhyme-infused fury poured from his boombox, christening him "Ladies Love Cool James." Def Jam, a fledgling label, heard the heat, the swagger, the soul, and in 1985, "Radio" blasted forth.

Millions bopped to "I Need a Beat," LL's voice a force, rhymes sharp as diamonds. He rapped the streets, the struggles, the dreams, but also love, vulnerability, a softer side unseen before. He defied expectations, a mic-wielding knight breaking boundaries.

Years spun by, albums dropped like platinum bombs: "Walking With a Panther," "Mama Said Knock You Out," each a genre-bending masterpiece. He ruled charts, won Grammys, his rhymes echoing from Grammys to Hollywood blockbusters.

But through it all, James, the boy from Bay Shore, remained. He built schools, mentored kids, reminding them, "Don't call it a dream, call it a plan." Today, on his 56th birthday, the beats may be softer, the hair a touch grayer, but LL Cool J, the legend, still burns bright. His mic may be a microphone or a megaphone for good, but the message is the same: love, hustle, and never underestimate the power of a beat. Happy birthday, James. Keep rockin' the world.

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female banker kills her self in Lagos

A tragic incident unfolded in Ikorodu, Lagos State, where a female bank employee identified as Amarachi Ugochukwu took her own life inside the Staff Toilet room due to economic hardships.

The 32-year-old lady was said to have ingested a poisonous substance while in the bank’s restroom, leaving a note behind.

In the note, she expressed despair over her financial struggles, citing low figures and a pervasive sense of nothing working in her life. Additionally, she conveyed a bleak outlook for the future, attributing it to the increasing economic challenges.

Others at work started to look for her because her phone was ringing on her desk, and she wasn’t there to answer.

A police source confirmed that they later found Ugochukwu dead in the bathroom, along with a bottle of insecticide and her suicide note.

She wrote:

“Nothing is working in my life. My figures are low. My brain is clogged up. The economy is getting harder. My decisions are wrong. My mind is messed up. The future doesn’t seem bright at all. I see extreme hardship. I can’t bear the pain anymore.”

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HOW I SURVIVED!

HOW I SURVIVED!
Once upon a time, in a small town, I found myself facing the most challenging and heartbreaking circumstances. Life had thrown me into a whirlwind of adversity, testing my resilience and strength in unimaginable ways. However, with unwavering determination and the support of a few kind souls, I managed to survive against all odds.
It all began when I lost my job due to unforeseen circumstances. As the sole breadwinner for my family, the weight of this setback was crushing. With bills piling up and the fear of eviction looming over us, I had to make some tough choices. I decided to sell our belongings, piece by piece, just to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads.As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the situation only worsened.
The local job market was saturated, and opportunities seemed scarce. Desperation started to consume me, but I refused to let it define me. I knew I had to keep fighting for my family's sake.In the midst of this struggle, a ray of hope emerged. A local community organization, dedicated to helping those in need, reached out to me. They offered me a lifeline—a temporary job that would provide some stability while I continued my search for permanent employment. Grateful beyond words, I embraced this opportunity with open arms.
However, life had more challenges in store for me. Just as things were starting to look up, a devastating natural disaster struck our town. Our humble abode was reduced to rubble, leaving us homeless and shattered. It felt as if the world had turned its back on us, but I refused to succumb to despair.With the support of the community organization, we were provided emergency shelter and basic necessities. They rallied the town together, organizing fundraisers and collecting donations to help us rebuild our lives.
The kindness and compassion we received from strangers renewed my faith in humanity.Determined to rise above the ashes, I embarked on a journey of self-improvement. I enrolled in online courses, expanding my skill set and knowledge, hoping to increase my chances of finding stable employment. The countless hours spent studying, often late into the night, were fueled by the love and determination to provide a better future for my family.
Months passed, and finally, the tides began to turn. Through sheer perseverance and a stroke of luck, I secured a job interview with a reputable company. Nervous but hopeful, I poured my heart and soul into showcasing my abilities and determination to succeed. Miraculously, I was offered the position, marking the end of our long and arduous journey.
Today, as I reflect on the trials and tribulations that tested my spirit, I am filled with gratitude. Gratitude for the unwavering support of the community, for the strength and resilience that carried me through, and for the lessons learned along the way.
I have emerged from the depths of despair, a survivor, ready to face any challenge that comes my way.My story serves as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, hope can be found. With determination, support, and a belief in oneself, we can overcome the seemingly insurmountable obstacles that life throws our way.
Thank you for reading through, please ensure you survive!
@seyimola

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Tales of ShE.....God is in the midst of her❤️

God's not dead He sees and sure knows too.... that's why He is Ominiscient. An attribute that can only be attributed to Him🙇🙇.
He see each tear that falls cos you're the apple of His eye🤭..... This is His eyes we're talking about here.
Would you see your eyes getting teary all the time and not want to do something about it?🤔
He cares ...... what a caring Father🥰🥰
He listens...... what a loving friend🥰❤️
He loves....... the best Lover you can ever have😍❤️
Though there's something special about this Lover(God)..... He has always loved , is still ever loving and will ever be loving🥰😘❤️
We, The Church are His Bride👰👰😊❤️
What would you say to Him if you should see Him now?..... what can you boast of?😢
Did you keep to your commitment of love or you broke His Heart.😭😭🥺
Oooooooh when we all get to Heaven🙇🤗💃💃
What a glorious day.... a day of rejoicing💃💃💃
One last question though food for thought😊
If Christ should come now; if the trumpet is to sound now ......... where will you spend eternity????


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Only Fools Try to Understand Destiny

Only Fools Try to Understand Destiny
In the whispering savannah of Benue, where baobab trees stretched like ancient sentinels and the Benue River sang its serpentine song, lived Awashima. Her eyes, the color of sunbaked earth, held a spark of defiance that flickered against the weight of tradition. Born under a crimson moon, marked by the Ijov oracle as "bringer of storms," Awashima was condemned before she drew her first breath.

Her childhood was a dance with whispers and fear. Villagers avoided her, mothers clutched their children closer, and even the elders cast wary glances. Yet, Awashima refused to be a prisoner of the prophecy. She roamed the sun-drenched fields, barefoot and fearless, befriending the wind and learning the secrets of the whispering grasses. She studied with the village's oldest woman, Mama Abaji, who spoke of a world beyond the Ijov's pronouncements, where fate was not a fixed tapestry but a malleable clay waiting to be sculpted.

Years passed, and Awashima blossomed. Her laughter echoed through the fields, and her wisdom, nurtured by Mama Abaji's teachings, blossomed like the hibiscus flowers that adorned her braids. The fear surrounding her softened, replaced by curiosity and respect. Yet, the memory of the prophecy lingered, a shadow at the edge of her joy.

One scorching summer, the Benue River, usually a life-giving serpent, shrank to a cracked whisper. Crops withered, the air hung heavy with dust, and whispers of the Ijov's prophecy once again poisoned the air. Desperation gnawed at the villagers, their eyes turning towards Awashima with unspoken accusations.

But Awashima, her brow furrowed, refused to succumb to the weight of destiny. Mama Abaji's words resonated in her ears: "Fate is not a cage, but a canvas. We are the weavers, and our choices the threads." This was her moment to weave a new thread into the tapestry of her life.

Drawing upon her knowledge of the land and Mama Abaji's herbal wisdom, Awashima ventured into the parched hills. Days bled into nights, her sandals leaving imprints on the sun-baked earth. Hunger gnawed at her belly, but the fire in her eyes remained undimmed.

Then, one dawn, she stumbled upon it: a hidden spring, nestled between whispering rocks. Its waters, cool and life-giving, shimmered like a promise. Awashima knew this was more than just water; it was a defiance of the prophecy, a tangible thread woven into the tapestry of her fate.

Returning to the village, Awashima led them to the spring. Under her guidance, they built channels, their hands sculpting the land to quench the thirst of their crops and their hopes. As the rains returned, coaxed by the spring's gentle song, the village bloomed anew.

In the face of their bountiful harvest, the whispers of the prophecy finally faded. Awashima, once marked by fear, became a symbol of defiance, a testament to the power of choice over destiny. The villagers learned that fate was not a rigid hand holding the strings of their lives, but a malleable clay upon which their own actions could leave an indelible mark.

From that day on, Awashima continued to weave her tapestry, not with fear and submission, but with courage and wisdom. She taught the villagers the language of the land, the whispers of the wind, and the power of choices that defied even the pronouncements of oracles. For Awashima knew, and the village soon echoed her wisdom, "Only fools try to understand destiny, for the wise ones know it is in forging their own path that they truly find their fate."

And so, in the whispering savannah of Benue, bathed in the golden light of a new dawn, a village danced to the rhythm of a different prophecy, one woven not by fear, but by the defiant spirit of a young woman who dared to rewrite her own story.

(Not a true life story)

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Self love and identity.

YEARS BACK...

I couldn't smile, couldn't pose for pictures... I was always in my shells because of the way l implemented on people's definition of "beauty"....

I had this big eyes that were so noticeable...
Classmates, teachers, relatives, friends, passers by and even at times my siblings will always say something about it.

Everyone had a comment to drop...

"Chii, your eyes are bigger than a 100 watt bulb, reduce it" as if l had power to reduce them...

"Your eyes are like a watchman's torch"
(How could someone's eyes be likened to that?)

When I fail arithmetic in class, my teacher will call pupils up to be punished, when it's my turn, she will be like, " Ekebuisi, don't look at me like that, you can't scare me with your big eyes and it won't stop me from flogging you, oya show me your palm"
And the whole classroom will roar with laughter 😢

At a point, those words and comments started affecting me.
I told myself I wasn't beautiful enough, once I hear we will take pictures, l will go and hide cos l have told myself that my eyes will spoil the picture...

It continued past through my teenage age...

Not until few years after my teenage stage, after listening to several tapes and reading the scriptures, l prayed about it too..

It took the Holy Spirit to give me that conviction that I was the best version of myself...
I looked my eyes in the mirror and told my eyes that they were wonderfully made

I started loving myself all over..😍
I pose for pictures comfortably with my eyes wide open.

Men and brethren who approached me after then will always say "I love your eyes" 😁

I flaunt my eyes ceaselessly, l can't ask God for a better eyes than this..

P.S: You might not see the eyes again, I don't even know where they went😊

To everyone out there:

📌 Mostly young people in their teenage stage, do not let anything or anybody make you feel less of yourself or appearance. We were all made in God's image.

📌 You are simply the best version of YOURSELF....

📌 Then to those who have made it a point of duty to dish out compliments about people's appearance. Please compliment with love that's if you must say something. You can as well reserve your comment and pass when you have nothing to say.

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Look at the picture above closely, you see a Cow?

The water on the fire is going to be used by the butchers to remove the hair on the body, the machine at the other end was brought by a vulcanizer to blow air into the cow for easy removal of the hair.
The dogs are waiting patiently to take their share of the cow meats and bone.
The person who took this picture is the butcher, only the cow is not aware of the whole situations.

That's how some of us are. We are in the midst of enemies and we are not aware what they are planning against us.

In the remaining days of this year and years to come I pray no member of this group will ever be a prey for the wicked ones 🤲🤲🤲 ...Amen

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