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Every girl who stays in school today becomes a leader tomorrow. Let’s give her the chance she deserves. Education is power, and power creates change. Share this, donate to girls’ education initiatives, or mentor one girl in your community #SRH4U #GiveToGain 💪

@PsammieOfLagos It's I am God's own precious gift and I don't really care what the other or the next person thinks

Never forget: when God moves on your behalf, it’s not because you deserve it. You’re simply blessed and not better than the next person.

@phveektordrayne You've a point

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@TweetsByAmaka Give him chance shey u are still single as a big girl now?👀

I went back home and visited my mum’s shop. One man… no, scratch that—one guy—walked in and said, “Ọ Chiamaka ka m na-ahụ? Ịwụkwala big girl.” Next thing, this guy lifted his left hand to touch my jaw as if abụ m obere nwa. That’s….ihukwa m insult? Just because adị m short, yawa adịrịzie tall? Nonsense and ingredients 😏

Eleven years after a detective's fiancé vanishes, she sees his face on a dating app. Forcing her to uncover long buried secrets from her past. Series: Harlan Coben's Missing You (Netflix)

She was the protagonist in “why did I get married “.

#BBNaija's Angel lost her first boyfriend in 2019 when she was just 19. He slept one night and never woke up again. A young man who knew he had found something rare… gone too soon. Angel grieved that man properly. She honored him so much for 2 years. She allowed that grief to sit in her chest and change how she moved in the world. Angel carried that weight into every room she walked into after. I knew how much grief she carried from losing him. He knew he wanted to marry her, but he died so young. May his soul rest in peace. That first love deserved to hold her forever. It was difficult moving on, but she went to BBNaija in different seasons and had a lot of back and forth with several men. Even women in the house were jealous of her, with the way she pulls men effortlessly. Boma screamed at her in the house, told her she was not his mate, came for her during a task clash, and then had the nerve to be crawling close to her behind the scenes. I love when she clocked him and how his own housemates clocked it, noting that he had not even liked Angel from the start and was using proximity to her strategically. He eventually had to sit down at the reunion and apologize. 🫣 Then there was Cross. Angel gave that man everything...cooked for him, lent him money, nursed him when he was sick, booked him spa treatments and he did not return the same energy. He couldn't even hold a proper intellectual conversation. She poured and poured into that situationship and got nothing back. And Emmanuel? He was in a full relationship with Liquorose and still found time to whisper in Angel's ear at the finale that he could not wait to see her outside. These men were coming for her from every angle, and then the internet wanted to paint Angel as the problem. Maria Chike, who later snatched someone's husband, slut-shamed her at every chance she could get. The slut-shaming she received for simply existing and being magnetic was embarrassing. Men were throwing themselves at her left and right, and somehow she was the villain. Aside from Tacha, I've never loved a BBNaija housemate the way I love Angel. Then, she returned to the house for the ALLSTARS season and fell in love with Soma, but she is one of the smartest people ever, and she eventually knew he had nothing to offer her, so she bolted at the slightest inconvenience and good thing she did. Soma never fully let go of his ex-girlfriend, Hilda, even while publicly dating Angel. Reports alleged he was visiting Hilda's family in Port Harcourt to declare his intention to marry her while Angel was out here buying him gifts and loving him out loud. There were even claims that he told Hilda their relationship was a strategic move for "shippers' money" rather than genuine romance. Meanwhile, Angel was being harassed at 3 a.m. by Hilda's friends calling her a prostitute, yet she was still somehow painted as the villain. How do you bag a woman like Angel and hide the fact that you have an ex-girlfriend whom you're actively dating? I'm glad that after all the heartbreak from men, a woman finally gives her the love she deserves, and I wish her a happy married life. I love it so much when women upgrade and when the upgrade is everything and more. Tumi is the class and peace Angel deserves after so much chaos. A rich partner. A Black queen. A Cute Stud. Spoils her silly. Actively affectionate. Less drama. Zero side-chic drama. And a ring on her finger in less than a year of dating. Angel won, and if you think otherwise, you're just homophobic. 🫣🏃🏿‍♂️ Copied

Happy Palm Sunday guys but the lesson from what transpired over 2000 years ago is still relevant today and always keep in mind those that hail you today can crucify you tomorrow. Have a blessed Sunday...Holy week has started oh

Lady said no to her man because he didn't kneel during the proposal.

Yahoo boys are the reasons why you'll enter boutique and the prices there will annoy you!!!🫤😕😒

How I wan get footwear rehabilitation technician this morning like this?????

Wild wild thoughts 💭 🤦🏾‍♂️🔞

GN CT... What ass will coz ehn even ass cannot comprehend 🤣🤣🤣

Fatherhood IQ = 200😊

My plan Vs God’s plan

Good Morning No Go Do Pass Yourself 😂😂

The man you see on this photo is a daπgerous ritualist from Tinder who is currently on the run in Ogun state. He is called Alhaji Tochukwu. Last night(Friday) he threw a party in Sango-Ota, Ogun state and invited 2 ladies he met from Tinder to keep him company in his hotel till morning. A popular hotel called Summit Avenue on Oke-Aro road. Room 3. He insisted that the ladies eat to their fill and kept ordering assorted dishes for them. Ewedu, Amala, Gbegiri, Plantain porridge, isi Ewu, Cat fish pepper soup, Jollof Ofada rice, moi moi, mangoes, Heineken, smoothies, Pop corn, Vegetable soup, Bullet, Kunu, Custard, hot zobo, Cashew nuts...... the list goes on. At some point, the ladies suggested that he should arrange for those things to be stored in the fridge for they to take home in 'take-away' packages as they were almost bursting with food and drink. The man playfully but firmly insisted that they finish the ones he bought them— that 'take-away' could be arranged afterwards. They had barely finished consuming that mountain of food when the man requested they switch to three$ome mode and without any prepping or coπdoms, he went 15 rounds with the poor girls between 11pm and 4am. Afterwards, he insisted the girls sleep on the floor till morning, and kept watching them closely for signs. The girls didn't understand what was happening, because they noticed him peering furtively and expectantly at them from time to time. They innocently assumed that he was watching them in order to prevent them from robbing him while he slept. Then morning came. The ladies woke up with a powerful urge to empty their bowels. Both of the ladies in one accord. An urge so powerful that one of the girls couldn't stand and had to be carried to the toilet. It was a pitiful sight. Waves and waves of diarrhea followed. In rapid succession. According to the ladies, this man just stood by the toilet door muttering something under his breath and touching his finger ring to his lips oddly. They didn't understand. At least not yet. They tried to flush and discovered that the water wasn't rushing into the WC. They discovered that the taps and shower weren't flowing either. In exasperation, the ladies asked to carry the available buckets downstairs to fetch water to flush and wash up, but the man told them not to stress themselves. That they were here to enjoy and not carry buckets. He called the receptionist desk, spoke for a few minutes and told the ladies that their room had a plumbing fault and that they would be transferred to room 28. He told the ladies to pack their things and step out into the lobby, that the receptionist would take them to their new room where they could wash up. He assured them that the hotel would take care of the huge mess they left in the WC bowl in room 3. The girls wiped with dry tissue, wrapped their towels and obeyed. The time was 8:53 AM this morning. They had finished washing up in their new room 28 when one of the ladies remembered that she had left her charger in their former room. She also wondered where Alhaji Tochukwu was and why he was taking so much time. She ambled back out to the hallway and traced her way back to their former room, expecting to meet a cleaner there. Opening the door, she never expected to see the sight she was about to encounter. Because right there in the rest room was Alhaji Tochukwu with a cooking spoon bent over the toilet and diligently dishing the waste product they just delivered into disposable plates arranged neatly on the floor. Like watery beans thickened slightly with blended Egusi. The odour was horrendous even from the distance she stood, but Alhaji Tochukwu didn't seem to mind the smell one bit. Their fe¢aI product was astonishingly humongous, so about 6 disposable plates had been filled and more was still being scooped out. Which wasn't even the weirdest thing. Written by Ivan Eagle Lawson on Facebook

Who is this actress? She ate this role so badly 🔥🔥