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This ooooo 'That' always trying to break off my shoulders 😭

Nke a bu nke anyi 👍 Ebuka will finish Igbo here 💪💪

I have friends I have not spoken to in a long while and it is never a problem. There is no silent scorecard. There is no guilt. There is no pressure to perform closeness on a schedule. When we are both available, we reconnect and continue like nothing broke. The foundation is still there. The care is still there. The loyalty is still there. We still show up when it matters. We check in during hard seasons. We celebrate each other when life is kind. And most importantly, we are deeply considerate of where each other is in life. Careers get intense. Families need attention. Mental health fluctuates. Money stress happens. Life is not linear and mature friendships make room for that reality. I love mature friendships that do not drift into codependence. In those friendships, you take responsibility for the kind of support you need instead of expecting people to read your mind. Adulthood is already heavy. Friendship should not become another place where people are constantly guessing emotional landmines. My friends and I do not stay quiet hoping the other person will magically notice we need attention or care. That kind of silent suffering helps nobody. If you need support, you say it. If you are overwhelmed, you say it. If you just need company, you say it. If they notice something feels off, they say it too. Communication is normal, not a sign of weakness. If you miss someone, you call them. If they miss you, they call you. If you want to see someone, you suggest it. No ego. No games. No testing loyalty through silence. Just clarity. Everyone is going through something, often silently. It is selfish to assume people should always have emotional space for your needs at any random moment without communication or context. And it does not mean they are not thinking of you. Love is not measured by how often someone interrupts their survival to check on you. Sometimes love is simply knowing the door is always open. Some days I wake up and reach out to my friends crying because things are not okay. Some days I call to celebrate wins and milestones. Some days I send memes and nothing serious at all. Some days I do not reach out. And they do not hold it against me. I do not hold it against them either. That is the kind of friendship that feels safe. The kind that feels adult. The kind that allows you to be human without performing constant emotional availability. That is the kind of friendship I will always choose.

I really do not know if having a tattoo is wrong. I have no problem with it even though I do not desire to have one. However, being a pastor, he has a bigger responsibility because perception is as important as the truth. I'll just drop 3 scriptures. 1. Here is a trustworthy saying: Whoever aspires to be an overseer of a church, desires a noble task. Now the overseer is to be above reproach. - 1 Tim 3:1-2 2. Be careful, however, that the exercise of your rights does not become a stumbling block to the weak. For if someone with a weak conscience sees you, with all your knowledge, eating in an idol’s temple, won’t that person be emboldened to eat what is sacrificed to idols? So this weak brother or sister, for whom Christ died, is destroyed by your knowledge. When you sin against them in this way and wound their weak conscience, you sin against Christ. Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother or sister to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause them to fall. - 1 Cor 8:9-13 3. Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of food. All food is clean, but it is wrong for a person to eat anything that causes someone else to stumble. It is better not to eat meat or drink wine or to do anything else that will cause your brother or sister to fall. So whatever you believe about these things keep between yourself and God. Blessed is the one who does not condemn himself by what he approves. - Roms 14:19-22

@dondekojo Thank God for their lives 🙏 You will recover everything you lost 🙏

2025. What a year. Almost lost it all. Received a call very early in the morning, my parents were trapped in a fire. Longest drive ever, House was burning and they were still trapped in it throughout my drive down. Deserves an entire Substack article. Things we lost in the fire.

@Ujumudus wetin dey occur 😳

@cremechic11 Happy birthday to you 🎉🎈 May the years ahead bring you more fulfillment 🙏

Today is my birthday, and this year has been one of the most transformative years of my life. 2025 held grief, growth, pressure, breakthroughs, and a level of resilience I did not know I had. I started this year mourning my father, navigating debt, rebuilding my life from ground zero, and trying to keep a company alive through some of the hardest months I have ever experienced. Yet somehow, I kept building. This year, I poured myself into developing the next evolution of regulatory technology for Africa. I refined proposals, built scientific frameworks, taught future innovators, wrote policy level papers, strengthened partnerships, joined global accelerators, and shaped tools regulators will rely on in the future. I stepped deeper into my purpose, transforming how healthcare products enter African markets. I also grew as a leader. I faced hard team decisions. I accepted that I cannot carry everything alone. I learned to build structure, not just vision. I learned to ask for help when I was overwhelmed instead of letting everything fall apart. It was not perfect. It was not easy. But it was honest. Even in seasons of financial pressure and fear, I held on to the belief that the vision is bigger than me and that the work we do will redefine regulatory systems on this continent. So today, I choose to celebrate myself. Not for being strong every day, but for refusing to give up. Not for building perfectly, but for building consistently. Not for having answers, but for having courage. 2025 changed me. It stretched me. It taught me. And I am proud of the woman I am becoming. Here is to a new year of softness, clarity, abundance, and the right people walking beside me. Here is to growth that feels like ease, not survival. Here is to purpose, authenticity, and an open heart. Happy birthday to me. I am becoming everything I dreamed of and more. 🎉💙

Actually, Solomon’s life and death teaches exactly the opposite of this. Please bear with me let me explain what I mean. The story of his life and how he ended up actually serves as a deterrence, rather than an endorsement, in why marrying multiple wives and frolicking with many women just simply because you can afford to do so is a very destructive idea. People only remember Solomon for his wealth, his many wives, his wisdom and his magnificent kingdom but many people are not aware of how badly his life was messed up in the end - basically because of those very many women and the kind of vain sensual sybaritic life he lived. It may interest you that the life of King Solomon ended up in spiritual decline, enticement to idolatry and an eventual split of his once great kingdom - all direct consequences of his sexual recklessness and endless marriages to many women who ultimately turned him from God. Long before “polycule” became a buzzword on Nigerian social media, Solomon had something far worse. He had wives, concubines, girlfriends, sarewagbas, and whatever else you can imagine. No matter how wild you think it is, Solomon did it. Towards the end of his life, Solomon said "I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my toil". Ecc2:10. He pursued a life of hedonistic material pleasure -using women as one of the means to this end. Any woman, or anything that promised pleasure, that he could imagine, he chased after. He had the money, the means, the power and the resources. Yet after a life dedicated to hedonism and self seeking material pleasure, in the very next verse he said: “Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun” Ecc2:11. Ultimately what he found after dating and marrying all these women was that it was all nothing but futility and worthless vanity (that only compromised his heart, wrecked his commitment to God, and destroyed his kingdom). So contrary to popular misconceptions, The life of Solomon is actually a stern warning that a life dedicated to pursuing material pleasure and vain hedonistic sensual desires can only lead to chaos, regrets, and a destruction of one’s life achievements (which for him was collapse of a once-great kingdom). So yes if a person is actually wise, They will not live life like Solomon lived. That is the whole point of Ecclesiastes. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

A Treatise on Unforced Errors, Human Frailty, and the Weight of Our Choices This morning we woke up to two pieces of news that saddens me. Ezra getting fired from Paystack for sexual misconduct and Aunty Esther showing signs of advanced breast cancer. Two different lives. Two different kinds of pain. Yet both reveal the fragile line between promise and devastation. There are days when the world forces us to confront the quiet but devastating truth that life can shift on a hinge. A single decision, a moment of unchecked impulse, a refusal to seek help, or an ill advised association can alter the course of a life and ripple outward to everyone connected to it. Today is one of those days. The stories of Ezra and Aunty Esther, though different, reveal the same thread that runs through human tragedy. Both were gifted, admired, and positioned for more. Both were presented with paths that offered safety or redemption. Yet both made choices that invited outcomes that did not have to be. These are unforced errors. Not fate, not random misfortune, but openings through which avoidable consequences entered. For Ezra the cost is reputational ruin that overshadows brilliance. One entanglement with people and situations that should have been avoided, and suddenly the narrative of a remarkable innovator becomes clouded by failing. The ripple effect does not stop with him. The people he was involved with, caught in a situations they should never have been placed in. For some their only mercy is avoiding the public spectacle, but the private consequences, uncertainty, and professional instability are burden enough. Was it really worth it? For Aunty Esther the cost is physical suffering and the frightening progression of an illness that might have been restrained. The tragedy is not simply cancer. It is the choice to turn away from proven interventions offered early and freely. It is the heartbreaking pattern where distrust, fear, or misplaced hope leads people from life saving care into herbal centres. To have support and options, yet still face indignities modern medicine could have prevented, is a sorrow that is difficult to hold. What connects both stories is the truth that life demands circumspection. Talent is not enough. Respect is not enough. Love is not enough. We must guard our impulses, question our instincts, and remember that every action has a weight we may one day struggle to lift. Unforced errors do more than break the individuals who commit them. They shatter the people who love them. They shake communities that believed in them. They create grief that did not have to exist. These moments remind us how thin the line is between promise and destruction, between health and decline, between admiration and disappointment. The lesson here is not judgment. It is caution. Life does not always give second chances. Not every mistake is reversible. Not every reputation survives the storm it attracts. And not every illness allows a return. To live carefully is to honour those who depend on us and the future we hope to build. To live circumspectly is to recognise that brilliance does not exempt anyone from consequence and that love does not shield anyone from reality. May these stories teach us gentleness toward ourselves and vigilance in our choices. May they remind us that our lives are fragile tapestries woven from countless small decisions. And may we learn, before it is too late, that the cost of unforced errors is often far greater than the moment of weakness that created them.

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This is a lot 😭😭😭 I can't finish this video, Kia 😭💔💔💔😭

Wetin dey occur 😳😳😳

I’ve been so overwhelmed with back-to-back shoots that I couldn’t keep up with the Ochanya Ogbanje story. Today, I came online and saw #JusticeForOchanya trending. The recent developments in her case deeply sadden me, and it’s important that I lend my voice because justice denied for one is justice denied for all. The same system that failed her today can fail us tomorrow, and it’s our collective responsibility to call out injustice in society. The system meant to protect the girl child has failed her. A child should never have to beg for safety. #JusticeForOchanya is a cry for accountability, reform, and protection for every girl. We owe her justice. We owe our children a safer future. #JusticeForOchanya #EndGBV #ProtectOurGirls #ChildRights

This is the amount of blood a woman loses during childbirth!

JUSTICE FOR OCHANYA!

Rev Uma Ukpai shaped our growing up and made us grounded in the faith. A very seasoned evangelist, may you rest with the saints, Amen 🙏

Arrest that man 😭😭😭😭 Who does this kind of thing 😂😂😂😂

@idrisayobello Amokachi is well known in Tunisia, if you enter a taxi and say you are Nigerian, they will talk about football, Amokachi, Babangida Tijani.

So I checked in at this hotel in Tunis, and the receptionist goes..." you are from Nigeria! I have a friend who is Nigerian too". My ears pop because I am like maybe this is my amala link God is serving me asap. Then she goes like "Her dad is Daniel Amokachi from Nigeria, and her mum is Tunisian" The Bull!!!! I didn't know Baba play ball reach here too!

@SomiEkhasomhi There is a balm in Gilead, it's for her healing 🙏 Praying for you too, grace to take care of her 🙏

Please help pray for my baby girl. She’s not feeling too fine. 🙏🏽