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Another one 🥰❤️🔥 must go to Chicago restaurant 🔥 #birdmanramen im des going soon. 🙌🏾

Words cannot describe how I feel about you. We been down for 7+ years and you ain never switched up!! You are so full of wise words, wisdom and beauty.🩷 You have the ability to encourage and uplift and your strength is immensely commendable. I love you like my sister, because you are. You’re my Taurus ♉️ twin and my she-ro for life. Bless up and celebrate like it’s your birthday because it absolutely is!! A holiday that can’t be beat 🙌🏾 ♉️🧁🥂🫦👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾🥰🎀

I can't stand when a good song is attached to a bad memory.

The moment you choose yourself the wrong people start feeling uncomfortable.

日本人はほとんど何でも箸を使って食べているのをよく見かけます。そして、その理由も理解しています。 それは文化であり、伝統であり、多くの人が子どもの頃から学ぶものですよね。 でも、ずっと前から純粋に気になっていたことがあります。 日本では、スプーンを使うのは珍しいことだと思われていますか？ 例えば… 日本人が家族と一緒に昼食や夕食を食べている時に、箸ではなくスプーンを使ったら、周りの人に変な目で見られたりするのでしょうか？ それとも、実際には誰も気にしていないのでしょうか？ 外から見ていると、日本では箸がまるで「デフォルト設定」みたいに感じます 私の国では、スプーンでもフォークでも手でも、自分が食べやすければ誰も気にしません。だから、日本では文化的にどんな感じなのか気になっています。 何か社会的なプレッシャーはありますか？ それとも、私の考えすぎでしょうか？ 日本の皆さん、教えてください。

Initially, I didn't want to talk about this high school bullying trend, but something prompt me this morning to speak about it. Those that are close to me or know me in person will attest that I have this growth on my left thumb while some would not know. Well, I got this from the beatings I received from a senior back then in FGGC Langtang set 2013, I was in JSS 3 then. It was little at first but it kept growing, and so immediately after my graduation in 2016, I went to the hospital for surgery, the finger was operated but it's like it became even worse, and I am still planning on going to the hospital for another surgery. Just so you know, this is my finger now. I am still living with the result of high school bullying. And the funny and annoying part of the whole thing is that, I didn't report this senior to the school authorities and I have forgiven her long ago, because I can't even remember her name only her hostel and the post she held. At some point, I stopped telling people that it was a senior that flogged me cause anytime I tell people I was flogged, they start raining insults and curses on her. 😂😂😂 "Credit doesn't belong to me, but it's high time we starting looking into bullying happening in our schools especially primary and secondary sch...

Another one 🥰❤️🔥 must go to Chicago restaurant 🔥 #birdmanramen im des going soon. 🙌🏾

Being a girls’ girl is a lifestyle 💅🏾💕🎀

It’s ok to be soft-hearted…..just don’t let that make you easy to play with 🤌🏾

Privilege is really a beautiful thing, Don’t let anyone shame You for having things easier, There’s absolutely nothing glorious about suffering…🌚

Girl to girl: The older you get, the more you realize calm people are the real luxury.✌🏾🫶🏾

Normalize moving differently once you notice fake love.❤️‍🩹

My bed and I are perfect for each other, but my alarm clock keeps trying to break us up.”

I’m in my soft girl peaceful boss up era. My only focus is God, My peace, my personal growth and MY HAPPINESS.🌸

Hot honey jollof lamb chops an jollof rice wid chimichurri sauce 😮‍💨🔥 Big up mi Nigerian family dem fi di inspiration 🇳🇬❤️ Mi hope unnu enjoy dis yah plate. Food full a flavor an love… come nyam! 🍽️🇯🇲

Friday vibes check: It’s May 15, the sun’s out (somewhere), and we’re all one good coffee / water away from conquering the weekend. What’s one small win you’re chasing today? Drop it below, let’s celebrate the little things that keep us going. ☕🚀

What is the longest depth a penis can penetrate the vagina?

3/4🧵 🐢𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 🐢 The voice note played on loop in my AirPods, each word slicing deeper like a blade I couldn’t pull out. Kachi’s voice, my own brother’s voice, came through low, cold, and calculated: “Chioma, listen… I love you, but we need to be smart. Emeka is signing over the company shares to me next month as the elder brother. Once I have full control, we’ll push him out quietly. No messy divorce. I’ll make sure you and the kids are taken care of… and we finally live the life we deserve.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would crack. My own brother. The one who stood beside me at our father’s graveside, the one I trusted with every secret of the empire we built together. Planning to steal everything, the company, my wife, my children’s future, like it was just another Tuesday boardroom deal. I sat parked in my car outside our gate for almost an hour, engine off, windows fogged, replaying it until my ears rang and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every passing headlight felt like headlights on my grave. What if they saw me? What if they already knew I knew? That same night I did what no man should ever have to do. Heart pounding so loud it drowned out the silence, I crept through our own house like a thief while Chioma was in the shower. I installed hidden cameras in our bedroom and living room, tiny, almost invisible lenses that blinked once when they connected. My fingers trembled so badly I nearly dropped the last one. Every creak of the floorboard felt like a gunshot. Then I told Chioma I was leaving early for the “conference.” I kissed her forehead like nothing was wrong, hugged my kids a little tighter than usual, and drove away. But I never left Lagos. I checked into a cheap hotel just two streets away, the kind where the walls are thin and the lights flicker. I sat in that dark room, laptop open, live feed glowing on the screen like a window into hell. Every second felt like waiting for a bomb to drop. On the third day of my fake trip, the tension in the house became unbearable. I could see it in the way they moved, stolen glances, nervous laughs, the way Chioma kept checking the time. They couldn’t hold back anymore. I watched my wife, the mother of my children, sneak my own brother into our matrimonial bed while our kids were still at school. The camera caught everything in brutal clarity: the way they laughed like teenagers, the hungry kisses, the way they tore at each other’s clothes in the same sheets where we had conceived our son. I watched them move together like they’d done it a hundred times before. But the words that shattered what was left of my soul came right at the end. Chioma rolled over, still flushed, and whispered against his chest, voice dripping with pure relief: “Finally… I don’t have to pretend I love him anymore.” I sat frozen in that pitch-black hotel room, tears burning hot tracks down my face, recording every single second in 4K. My breathing was so shallow I thought I might pass out. I now had everything I needed to bury them both, the voice note, the videos, the timestamps, the proof that would destroy their worlds. But karma… karma had already started writing a different ending. And what happened next was something none of us saw coming. 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟰/𝟰 𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 The twist that will destroy you. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐚 🔥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 @𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒_𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝟎𝟏 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐍 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐰-𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞. Karma is coming… and it’s colder than you think. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 👇

Another day to grind again 🙏🏾

Drake really said “here’s your gym playlist, heartbreak playlist and toxic playlist all at once.” And I’m Here for it all!

Gratitude changes your entire perspective. When you focus on what you have instead of what you lack, even ordinary days start to feel abundant. What’s one thing you’re truly grateful for today? 👇