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A lot of exhaustion isn’t from doing too much. It’s from giving emotional energy to things that were never aligned with you.

@VisioEaseDigita Exactly. Peace starts with knowing what’s worth your energy.

@UnfilteredNotez This is so real, thank you for sharing, if people could learn how to prioritize what actually deserves their energy, they will be living a more peaceful life

A lot of exhaustion isn’t from doing too much. It’s from giving emotional energy to things that were never aligned with you.

Usko jaana tha maine jaane diya isse badhkar mein wafa aur kya karta? She wanted to leave, so I let her go; what more loyalty could I have shown than this?"#poetry

THE HOUSE WITH BROKEN CLOCKS ⌚ {CONTINUATION FROM THE LAST EPISODE •••} I told myself I’d never go back. That was a lie kids tell themselves to sleep at night. Ten years later, I’m grown. I live two streets over now. Got a job, got bills, got a phone full of alarms that never stop ringing. But every time 4 :30 shows on my screen, my chest gets tight. Like the air gets thick again. Last rainy season, the mango tree finally fell. City workers cleared the lot. The house was coming down next. They said it was “unsafe.” I knew better. It was just tired of holding all that time alone. I went back the night before demolition. No dare this time. Just me and a candle. The door still sighed open. Everything was the same, but older. Dust thicker. Silence louder. The grandfather clock still said 3 :17. The kitchen clock, 11 :04. The tiny watch, 6 :52. Then the wind blew through the broken shutters and every clock hand moved. Just once. A single click forward. 3 :17 became 3 :18. 11 :04 became 11 :05. 6 :52 became 6 :53. They were starting again. Letting go of 4 :30, second by second. I sat on the floor and waited. At 4 :29, the house held its breath. At 4 :30, nothing burned. No fire. No screaming. Just the sound of a woman’s voice, clear and close, like she was right beside me: “Don’t be afraid of time, my love. Even broken things keep going.” Then every clock in the house started ticking. Not in sync. Not perfectly. But ticking. Messy, stubborn, alive. The next morning the bulldozers came. By noon, only rubble was left. But I took the tiny watch from the table. It’s on my wrist now. It loses three minutes a day. It stops when it wants. Sometimes I wind it anyway. Because broken doesn’t mean finished. And when it hits 4 :30, I don’t run anymore. I just listen. Because that’s when I hear her say my name. Not in warning. In welcome home.. TO BE CONTINUED •••

I don’t post my girlfriend cause I love her with all my heart not my data

Sometimes I just wish to explain everything have learned so far that will add value for to people life but I don't know where to start from ..what do you wish to know/ learn currently that will add value to your life?.

No matter what sin you think you’ve committed, no matter what you think you’ve done and can’t be forgiven, please note that “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end, they are renewed every morning, great is his faithfulness” 😃📷

Who's the next Afrobeats GOAT? 👑

𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜.

You don’t need more motivation. You need fewer distractions pretending to be “rest.”

If you could only use ONE ecosystem for the next 10 years—Apple, Samsung, or Google. Which one are you choosing? 🎤👇🔥

She wan come seduce me wey dey hungry and still thinking about my life 😩🥹 Nah once I run for my life ooo 😂

Modupe go soon drop blue jet - the mood go dirty..stay tuned guys😎

Imagine waking up and discovering your nickname in people’s phones is "Poor Man Pikin." God abeg, my file don too thick. 😂😭

Good morning legends Please engage with me

Tinubu don scatter my libido. 😭💔 Everything now na money, money, money. Even romance don become budget item. 💸😂

Be a business man or a well paid 9-5?

Hard to love Hard to trust Hard to heal, but am still standing.

as i dey package myself like say e dey you sef package yourself abeg.