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Every year during Military Day celebrations, paratroopers perform aerial displays from moving aircraft. On that fateful day during rehearsals, one of the best paratroopers was seen descending at high speed,his parachute failed to open. Sadly, by the time we reached where he landed, no one could recognize him. Bones and flesh were scattered. 😭😭

Leave party for Yoruba people. 🙌🏽

As of today if you used this 12.5kg gas to fill it completely is #15,000. Before this APC government took power this same gas to fill it was #1,800. Just do what you wish with this information.

Being unfailingly kind. Something people never fail to undervalue.

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IF YOU ARE DUE FOR A BIG WIN. repost this.

His precious blood paid the debt for the sins of mankind and brought reconciliation between man and God. The blood speaks mercy in place of judgment. It is our defense and the ultimate expression of God’s love. May the power and essence of the shed blood of Jesus Christ find full expression in our lives today and always. Happy Good Friday. ✝️

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again, stop eating shoes and belt. "ponmo has no nutritional value" but cook it with red oil stew lemme taste!

@osemagnum The ponmo should be well spiced with enough fresh pepper ( roughly blend) and onion ,with hot rice or soft hot yam to follow up 😋😋😋😋

NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS! 1. What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Chorus: Oh! precious is the flow That makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. 2. For my cleansing this I see Nothing but the blood of Jesus! For my pardon this my plea Nothing but the blood of Jesus! 3. Nothing can my sin erase Nothing but the blood of Jesus! Naught of works, ’tis all of grace Nothing but the blood of Jesus! 4. This is all my hope and peace Nothing but the blood of Jesus! This is all my righteousness Nothing but the blood of Jesus! 🎼🎵🎶

There’s nothing more important than family except God. Never destroy your family because of your work. You can get another job, but your children will never have another dad or mum.

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Don’t cut people off because they couldn’t help you financially. Sometimes, they’re fighting bigger battles you know nothing about.

Be humble when you’re up. Be patient when you’re down. Life rewards balance and grace. 🥳

Everyone have their silent battle they are fighting oh.

WHY MANY LADIES TEAR UP AFTER CHILD BIRTH. DON'T CRY IN SILENCE. READ. SHARE. REPOST. Lami… come, sit with me, and let us not pretend to be brave in the loud, performative way the world sometimes demands, but in the quieter way, the way of telling the truth, and of allowing the truth to be seen. Because what you are feeling, the tears that arrive uninvited, and linger as though they have found a home in you, is not strange, and it is not shameful, and it is not a failure of gratitude. It is, in many ways, the body remembering before the heart has had time to understand. You have done something immense, something ancient, something that rearranges not just the flesh but the self. And yet, the world often expects you to emerge smiling, composed, already fluent in this new language of motherhood. But bodies do not learn that quickly. Hearts, even less so. And I must say this, and I want to say it slowly: I am proud of you. Because you spoke. And speaking, in a world that teaches women to endure silently, is a kind of rebellion. Many women learn to perfect the smile, they hold their babies for photographs, and accept congratulations, and say “I’m fine,” and then, later, when the room empties and the silence grows louder, they cry into pillows that cannot answer back. But you did not choose silence. And now that you have spoken, we will not look away. There is a name, you see, for this soft unravelling, maternal blues, or what people casually call the baby blues, as though naming it lightly will make it feel lighter. It often comes in the first days after birth, when your hormones fall like a sudden dusk, oestrogen and progesterone retreating, your body recalibrating, your world shifting overnight. And so you feel joy, yes, but also a tremor beneath it. You feel love, and then suddenly, inexplicably, you feel tears. You cry, and sometimes you do not know why, and sometimes you do not need a reason at all. This happens to many women, more than half, and it usually passes, like a brief storm that does not intend to stay. But sometimes, Lami, and this is where we must be honest, and also gentle, the storm lingers. It deepens. It begins to colour the air you breathe. And that is when we speak of postpartum depression, not as a distant, clinical idea, but as something that can sit quietly beside a woman and make everything feel heavier than it should. It is sadness that does not lift when the morning comes. It is exhaustion that sleep does not soothe. It is the strange and painful feeling of being slightly removed, from yourself, from your baby, from the life that is supposed to feel joyful. And there may be guilt, that stubborn and unnecessary companion, whispering that you are not enough. And there may be anxiety, or restlessness, or even thoughts that frighten you in their unfamiliarity. And if your tears are not easing, if they are staying, or growing, then we must say this clearly: this matters, because you matter. The Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists reminds us, and insists quite firmly, that a woman’s mental health after birth is not secondary, not optional, not something to be endured quietly. It is as important as the healing of the body. And their guidance is simple, and powerful in its simplicity: speak, as you have spoken; reach out, to your midwife, your GP, your health visitor; do not carry this alone; and allow yourself the dignity of support, whether emotional, social, or medical. Because early care does not just help, it changes the story. And I will add this, as someone who has sat with many women in rooms like this, in moments like this: crying is not a sign of weakness. It is not ingratitude. It is not a verdict on your motherhood. It is, sometimes, the only language the body has when it is overwhelmed by how much has changed, and how quickly. So we will not rush you into being “fine.” We will not ask you to perform joy before it returns on its own terms. Instead, we will do something more radical, and more kind: we will stay. We will keep talking. We will let others in, someone you trust, someone who can hold the baby while you rest, someone who can remind you, again and again, that you are not alone, even when it feels like you are. And I have seen this, Lami, again and again, in ways both quiet and extraordinary: with care, and with time, and with the right kind of attention, the fog does lift. Not suddenly, not theatrically, but gently, like morning arriving without announcement. And one day, you will smile, not because you are trying to, but because it has found its way back to you.Until then, we will hold you here. And we will not let you disappear into your silence. @grok imagine: this video eh, I'm a married man o🤭🤭...

It's actually part of life ,some people aren't meant to stay in our lives for long we jus have to get use to it .

some people come into your life only to teach you how to live alone 💔