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He leadeth me besides the still waters. He restoreth my soul.

Nigerians with sense, please don't stop praising Alex Otti and all he has done, even when others claim it was expected and it is all "hype." We have to highlight good governance so much that others see it as a true benchmark rather than having low expectations. Thanks, Oga Alex!

I applied to your firm for a job, you sent me rejection letter, very normal. I took it. What I won’t take is you adding me to your subscribers, sending me news letter. You too dey go!!!

@NursejoyWilliam A beautiful story. Congratulations

I’m so emotional today… 🥺😭 Because I still can’t believe I’m living the life I once only dreamed about. Seven years ago, when I chose you, people had so much to say. They called you “just a laundry boy.” They said, as a Registered Nurse, I should aim higher…that I should marry a rich man… But while they were busy speaking, I was seeing. I didn’t see your beginning, I saw your potential. I didn’t see your situation, I saw your strength. I didn’t see lack, I saw a man God was still writing his story through. And I knew… with Jehovah on our side,we would build something they could never understand. Today, 7 years later… 😭 That same “laundry boy” they spoke about…is the man Jehovah used to push me, support me, and stand by me until my dream of becoming a USRN became a reality. Tell me… how do I not get emotional? We have gone places we once only imagined. We have lived a life we once prayed for. We have built something money cannot buy,love, peace, purpose, and a home filled with grace. This is not luck. This is not chance. This is Jehovah’s doing… and it is beautiful in my eyes 😭❤️ My sunshine in my darkest times ☀️❤️ Thank you for believing in us when it mattered most.Thank you for proving that purpose is not defined by where you start. I will love you today, I will love you tomorrow, and I will love you forever ❤️ Happy 7th anniversary to us and and a decade of everlasting love❤️ If you like carry billing pursue better man. #nursejoy

@NoFilterSkin Oh no

I worked one of the hardest hospital shifts I’ve ever worked in ten years. I accompanied a physician to tell someone their entire family died. I’m not okay. They’re not okay.

To survive many situations and this life, get rid of fear.

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Some people are really struggling. A man brought his 3-year-old boy to the hospital. The child had been febrile and convulsing. He was asked to make a deposit of ₦100,000 before the boy could be admitted. Without saying much, he broke down. For five minutes, he cried bitterly Then he told us: they hadn't eaten in two days. There was nowhere he could get that kind of money. He said he would have let the boy die at home—but he didn't have the heart. Coming to the hospital was his last resort. It was as though cold water was poured on all of us. We quickly admitted the boy. We treated him for free. The hospital even sponsored his meals while he was on admission. --- Sometimes, it's good to let people see your vulnerability. Especially when you know you can't help yourself. Not everyone who walks through our doors is trying to scam us. Some are simply at the end of their rope. Thank God we listened.

@RitaOnwurah Congratulations to you 👏

Without culture, there is no identity. Without identity, there is no legacy. Proud to present my first of many films in Igbo, written and produced by me. IJU ESE is coming to YouTube on Good Friday, 3 April 2026.

Basic hair intelligence for girls: 1. Braided wig is trash. It makes you look tacky 2. ⁠5*5 frontal is better than full frontal. 3. ⁠Tfrontal is tacky. 4. ⁠You don’t need 26+ inches of bone straight if you do not own a car. 5. ⁠Pixie curls are a must-have. 6. ⁠12-inch bob wig would stress the hell out of you. 7. ⁠10” BS is a must-have. 8. ⁠You don’t need coloured hair if you don’t have enough black wigs. 9. ⁠70k deep wave is a waste of money. 10. ⁠Basic wigs: 10”BS, 14”pixie curls, 16” fringe STW, 18”bouncy hair, quality Tiwa hair (not 35k), all black or neutral colour Bonus: No matter how beautiful that blend hair is, DON'T buy it. I know they'll tell you it lasts better than human hair. It's economical, and all you need to do is maintenance. I repeat, DO NOT buy it❗❗❗

Others: Are you single? Igbo Men: Nne aka oji gi? Yes. Unsatisfied with your response: Aka ji gi ojidesigiike? 😂

Some days ago, I was walking with my lady, and I noticed the urgency in her steps; the way her feet seemed to be in conversation with time, as though it were something to be outrun. I slowed my pace and called her attention to it, told her she was walking too fast. She turned to me, half amused, half insistent, and said we needed to hurry so the supermarket would not close. I remember smiling at that. I told her that if the store closed, then let it close. The world, after all, is not so barren that one closed door leaves you stranded. There are always others; open and waiting. But more than that, I told her this: that haste, especially for things of no consequence, is often a sign of something deeper, a kind of impatience that leans dangerously close to desperation. And desperation, I said, is a trait one must be careful never to wear, not even in small things. She looked at me then, really looked, and something in her softened. The urgency left her steps the way ripples fade from still water. Her pace slowed. She gave me that knowing look, the kind that says, ‘maybe you’re right or maybe I just like the sound of your voice’, and smiled, a little mischievously. Then she came closer. And so we walked, unhurried, deliberate, through a world that seemed to be running past itself. People turned to look at us, their eyes lingering a moment longer than usual, as though what they were seeing was unfamiliar. Perhaps it was. In a world that worships speed, there is something almost rebellious about choosing your own pace. Something that unsettles. Something that reminds others, quietly, that time is not always a thing to be chased.

You mean Arsenal just lost the Carabao Cup final to Manchester City? 2:0? Like with no goals scored? Awwww. #ARSMCI #CarabaoCup

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I’m not a go with flow person by any means, I like plans, structure, certainty, confirmation.

My husband asked me to marry him on our third date. 😳 Then he asked me again every week until I said yes. Never the same way twice. Took me 6 months to say yes. He says he knew within 5 minutes of meeting me and the only reason he didn't ask on our first date is he figured I'd run 😆👍 Married 26 years.

Tried to log into my bank this morning Not a new bank My bank The one that has my money It said "please verify you are human" I am human I have a mortgage I have a therapist I pay $250 an hour I paid $47.63 for bread, milk, and eggs last week Only a human would do that But the bank was not convinced It showed me a grid of images "Select all squares with traffic lights" Nine squares Three had traffic lights But one square had the very edge of a traffic light pole Maybe two pixels of yellow paint I stared at it Is that a traffic light or a pole near a traffic light Does proximity count Where does the traffic light end and the infrastructure begin I selected it Wrong New grid "Select all squares with bicycles" Four squares had bicycles But one square had just a wheel No frame No handlebars Just a circle I did not select it Wrong Apparently a wheel is a bicycle now By that logic my Camry is a bicycle It has wheels Third attempt "Select all squares with stairs" Two squares had stairs One had a ramp Is a ramp stairs A ramp is the opposite of stairs A ramp exists specifically because stairs exist and some people cannot use them That is the entire point of a ramp I selected just the two obvious ones Wrong It wanted the ramp I am a CFO I've fired people with more due process than this But I cannot pass a test designed to keep bots out of my own checking account Fourth attempt "Click and hold until the image stops moving" A jigsaw puzzle piece floated across the screen I clicked and held It stopped I released "Verification failed" I held it longer It stopped again I released "Verification failed" I held it for eleven seconds My finger cramped The image drifted to the right and stopped I released "Success" Fourteen minutes Four attempts To access money that is mine In an account with my name on it At an institution that sends me emails every single day asking if I want a home equity line of credit You know my email You know my phone number You know my social You know I bought gas at a Shell station in Scottsdale on Tuesday at 2:47pm You know I spent $340 at a pharmacy last week You know everything about me except whether I'm human My wife walked in She said "what are you doing" I said "proving to a computer that I'm not a computer" She said "are you winning" I said "I just spent fourteen minutes deciding if a ramp is stairs" She said "that sounds like something a computer would do" She wasn't wrong She usually isn't Plz fix. Thx. Sent from my iPhone

I saw someone say “forget age gap, have you ever been in an intelligence gap relationship?”

The most beautiful thing I witnessed today? A couple came in. The wife wasn't feeling well—probably malaria, they thought. They've been trying to conceive for years, but pregnancy wasn't even on their mind today. I looked at her, something felt different. I asked for a test. "Ma'am, your malaria test is negative. You don't have malaria." I paused. "But... you are pregnant." The silence lasted one second. Then—pandemonium. Shock. Disbelief. Tears. Hugs. Kisses. They held each other like they'd won the lottery. Me sef come dey blush. I just dey look them like TeeVee. Through the tears, I kept hearing: "Thank You, Jesus! Thank You, Jesus!" This. This right here. This is why I do this job. Moments like this make up for all the stress, the sleepless nights, the difficult cases. To share in someone's joy; pure, unexpected, overwhelming joy, is a gift. I've seen the other side too. The panic. The fear. Couples who get pregnancy news and immediately think of termination. And I always wonder: do we really need that kind of stress? But today? Today was about hope. Today was about a miracle. Congratulations to my patients. You made my whole year.

I’ve never really mentioned this, but I used to write articles for a big magazine most of us know. Back then, I was being paid to remain anonymous, which meant that the work wasn’t mine to claim, but since the pay was good, I agreed to the arrangement. One day, I carelessly mentioned it in passing to a friend, and on my birthday, he made a post, hyping me up, and calling me a star girl. Then he proceeded to post screenshots of the articles I told him I had written and sold to the magazine. So people would know that he knew a “big” person. Apparently, he had forgotten I had asked him not to tell anyone. I started panicking immediately I saw the post, and I had to beg him to delete it. Even after he deleted it, I could not stop thinking about what would have happened if anyone found out I was reclaiming ownership of work I had already sold. This was quite a few years ago, and I have long stopped working with the magazine as I got a better offer somewhere else along the line, but I still think about that moment sometimes. More than anything, it taught me to hold back the urge to share certain victories because some things are genuinely better left unsaid. Hopefully you learn a thing or two from this. Happy new week❤️