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@ConradKulo Thank you..

@Vadega85 Happy Birthday

41yrs round the sun looks good on me.....a happy birthday it is....

@tweetzbyidil Don't wait until your child ,feeling abandoned,cuts both of you off for being abandoned.. Children don't forget .. they may forgive, but they don't forget..get her back as soon as possible...

I am very confused on what to do and I need yall advice kindly!! A little over a year ago, my mother-in-law became sick and my husband suggested that our eldest daughter stay with her temporarily to help out. She lives alone and has always struggled to keep househelps because she constantly complains about them and eventually sends them away. Even when my family stayed with her briefly in the past, it was very hard because she can be extremely difficult to live with….1/4

The secret to success is consistent repetition of the thing that works.... The sun rises and sets the same way every day. Earth orbits same way.. Genesis 8:22 “While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, Cold and heat, Winter and summer, And day and night Shall not cease.”

@HauwaDagash Family comes with entitlement, friends or oursiders come with appreciation ....its self protection

My rich roommate has refused to pay for her dying father’s treatment. I’ve been thinking about it all day. We’ve lived together for over 3 years, so I know her well. She has a well-paying job, a shop in Abuja, lives comfortably, and her space is fully furnished… she’s not struggling. One day, her sister called as usual. I wasn’t trying to listen, but it was loud enough. Their father is seriously sick. They need to admit him; surgery is involved, and it’s not looking good at all. And she kept saying, “I don’t have money.” I was confused… because I know she does, and this wasn't the first time. Later, I summoned the courage to ask her about it. She said she doesn’t like sending money home. That her family doesn’t even know she’s doing well. They all think she’s just managing. According to her, once they know she has money, they’ll drain her. They’ll keep asking and never stop. So she hides it. Sends small amounts on purpose. Just enough to keep them quiet. I asked her about her dad...I said, “But what if something happens to him?” She looked at me so calmly and said, “Money will come from somewhere. But not from me.” Because if I bring that kind of money. They'll want to know where I got it. And will never stop asking for more I just looked at her, stunned. Because this is someone who is generous to friends. She gives and spends so easily But when it comes to her own family… she becomes a completely different person. And now I'm just here wondering... Is this really self-protection or something else?

The cost of avoiding structure is that every day has to be renegotiated from scratch.

women who choose not to have children face more outrage than men who abandon the children they already have.

@kifotooh Aki Mungu Baba

Our father,Who art in Heaven ,Huku chini si kurahisi 🥹🤲

@deleosunmakinde It took me a revelation to know that the first ministry we are called to is worship....not external dealings and doings... but personal 121 worship and engagement ... Everything else is an outflow of it....

There is a rising pressure in this generation. A pressure to “do something for God.” A pressure to “start something.” A pressure to “not waste your anointing.” A pressure to “step out before it is too late.” And for many, that pressure is not coming from the Holy Spirit. It is coming from comparison, from expectations, from platforms, from voices that equate visibility with calling. Let this be settled. Not every believer is called to start a ministry. Not every anointing is for pioneering. Not every grace is for building a platform. Some are called to be planted. Deeply planted. Faithfully planted. Quietly growing. Strongly rooted in a local church, serving, building, strengthening, and maturing within a body. And that is not lesser. That is biblical. In 1 Corinthians 12, the Scripture says God sets members in the body as it pleases Him. Not as pressure dictates. Not as trends demand. Not as people suggest. As it pleases Him. That means your place is not discovered by pressure. It is discovered by divine placement. And when God places you, He sustains you. But when pressure pushes you, you will spend years trying to sustain what God never started. This is where many are exhausted today. They started something out of excitement, expectation, or persuasion, and now they are carrying a weight that grace never authorised. They are building without clarity. Leading without conviction. Labouring without peace. Because they responded to pressure, not to calling. Let us bring Scripture into this. In Acts 13, Paul and Barnabas were not roaming around looking for where to start a ministry. They were in a local church. They were serving. They were part of a leadership community. Then the Holy Spirit spoke and said, “Separate me Barnabas and Saul for the work whereunto I have called them.” Notice this. They did not appoint themselves. They were not pressured into starting something. They were not compared into ministry. They were not shamed into stepping out. The Spirit spoke. The church discerned. Hands were laid. They were released. There was clarity. There was witness. There was alignment. There was no confusion. If God is calling you to start something, you will not need ten voices pushing you into it. There will be a deep persuasion within. There will be alignment in your spirit. There will be confirmation through Scripture, through godly counsel, and through the witness of the Spirit. It may be stretching, but it will not be confusing. It may require faith, but it will not require you to violate your peace. God does not lead His people by harassment. God does not guide His children by anxiety. God does not reveal calling through intimidation. The Spirit leads. Now hear this clearly. Honour is not slavery. Submission is not the suspension of discernment. Loyalty is not the abandonment of divine conviction. You can respect leaders, receive from them, learn from them, and still not obey every suggestion they make about your life. A leader can see potential in you and still be wrong about your assignment. A pastor can desire expansion and still misplace people in roles they were not called to carry. You must not convert someone else’s excitement about you into God’s instruction for you. Your calling is not decided by who believes in you the most. Your assignment is not determined by who is most persuasive. Your ministry is not born because people say, “You can do it.” It is born because God said, “This is what I have called you to do.” And until that is clear, remain where God has planted you. There is no shame in staying planted. There is no shame in growing quietly. There is no shame in serving faithfully. There is no shame in saying no to opportunities that do not align with your conviction. In fact, it takes maturity to remain where God is feeding you when there is pressure to prove something elsewhere.

A pair of gold earrings A photo shoot Dinner Flowers,chocolate,perfume(vanilla oud) Mr...

Addiction is proof that you are capable of intense devotion. You just have a false god

@GbengaWemimo Happy birthday Sir...

Ten years ago today, I sat down at my office and took a stock of my life. I didn’t like the direction my life was going Poverty had a chokehold on me I began to fret, because I was just a few years away from turning forty and all the potentials I had shown since childhood had refused to bear fruit in my adulthood I had given birth to my children in poverty They were attending the cheapest school I could find I had a job that could best be described as that of a glorified messenger I had a degree that had not brought me any profit My life was a hard and unpleasant one Added to that I developed a mysterious illness and the doctors told me I had six months to live I was a pastor, a born again Christian and I was living that “It shall get better in the by and by” life I turned to the Lord and I had a conversation with him When Lord will Jacob become Israel? When Lord will potential turn to manifestation? The Lord said “I told you your destiny in 2007, you chose to live like others and not as I have ordained you to live. Hence, this battered life There is a space for you, preserved for you in destiny, if you will embrace it. I said “I am ready Lord, what do I do?” He told me simple things… Read that Bible daily for two hours Pray in the Spirit daily for two hours Start praying for people and nations as an intercessor Stop complaining and start appropriating my blessings to your destiny I obeyed. Today is the ten years anniversary of my freedom from rebellion I embraced obedience and the course of my life changed forever It is not too late to do the same. There is a destiny for you in Christ, it is not difficult to fulfil but you must be willing to trust and obey. Happy Birthday, GSW!

@markgadala Asia is not the place to try being unrully

This story is insane: • american streamer goes to south korea to do content like a lunatic • dances on a memorial for wwii sex slaves, plays north korean propaganda on the subway, throws ramen at a store owner like a psychopath • the country puts a BOUNTY on his location • a former korean navy seal finds him and knocks him out cold on a live stream • he gets arrested, charged with 8 counts including deepfake sexual violence crimes • shows up to his first court date an hour late, hungover, in a maga hat • calls south korea a "us vassal state" in open court • prosecution asks for 3 years hard labor • his mom files a petition begging the judge for leniency • his last words before sentencing: "i haven't done anything to offend anyone during these proceedings, which shows i learned my lesson" • judge sentences him anyway, has him handcuffed in the courtroom on the spot • and when he finally gets deported back to america, he has to register as a sex offender

When you land into a dysfunctional country known for its corruption but have still managed to build a better standard airport, then you know how low we have sunk as Kenya...

@Wordslinger__ We are a collection of own goals

Waaaaaaah!!!

@ib_Ailen It's is the tradition of deadbeats to do this

So my uncle was once married, had two kids still toddlers when everything fell apart. One day, he just walked away. No responsibility, no support… nothing. Left his wife to carry everything alone with two small children. That woman struggled, worked shifts, did everything just to raise them right. Later, she met another man and this one actually stepped up. Took those kids as his own, trained them, paid their fees, became the father my uncle never was. Now the daughter is getting married… and suddenly my uncle reappears. Saying bride price must be paid to him. The girl said no. Her mother said no. “As far as we’re concerned, the man who raised us is our father.” Now my family is dragging and begging , saying that it’s tradition, that another man can’t take bride price while he’s alive. They’ve sent family members several times to beg but my cousin is still standing her ground. But I keep asking them… where was this same tradition when he abandoned his children? Because me, I’m standing with that girl and her mother. You don’t disappear during the struggle and show up for the honor.

There were 4 of us and we had no business being friends. Biodun was the responsible one. Spreadsheets for everything. Savings plan since 19. The kind of person who read terms and conditions and actually found things in them. Chukwuemeka talked too much and was right about everything. The most dangerous combination a human being can possess. Rasheed was naturally funny. Not performing funny. The kind of person who says one sentence and ruins you for 5 minutes without changing his expression. And then there was me. We met in university. Final year. The kind of friendship that starts because you are all surviving the same thing and proximity becomes loyalty before you notice. 15 years later we were still showing up. 2022 Biodun lost his job. The company folded publicly. His name was in articles. He had a wife. 2 children. A mortgage that didn't care about any of this context. He told us on a Thursday. WhatsApp message. Typed with full punctuation which meant he had been composing it for hours. Chukwuemeka called immediately and spoke for forty minutes. Not about the job. About everything Biodun had built that existed outside any company's decision to fold. His mind. His reputation. His record. He listed things Biodun had forgotten about himself and presented them like evidence in a case he had already won. Rasheed sent one voice note. 40seconds. He said Biodun you have a spreadsheet for everything. Make one for this. Column A what you have. Column B what you need. Column C what we are going to do about it. Then he said stop wearing that face I can hear it through the phone. Biodun laughed. First time in 4 days according to his wife who called me separately to report this. I drove to his house Saturday morning with food I had cooked badly. Didn't announce I was coming because I knew he would say don't worry. Sat in his kitchen. Watched football. Let him be quiet when he needed quiet and talked when he needed distraction. He got a new role in 11 weeks. Better than the last. More aligned with what he actually wanted. The day he signed the offer he called us individually before the group announcement. He called me last. He said the Saturday I came with that terrible food. He said I could taste that you tried and that was the whole thing. He said some people send money and some people send prayers and some people show up with bad jollof and sit in your kitchen until you remember you are not alone. I told him the jollof was actually good. He said it was not good at all and he loved me for it. We went for suya that evening. Same spot since 2009. Same man still running it. Started our order before we sat down. Biodun went quiet then said he needed to say something. He said he had been thinking about what it meant to have people who showed up differently. Emeka with the words. Rasheed with the laugh. Me with the presence. He said most people go through hard things with an audience watching. We had people actively participating. He said he didn't have a word for what that was. Rasheed said the word was us. Nobody laughed. Because it was the truest thing he had ever said without trying to be funny. And Rasheed being serious was somehow the most moving thing he could have done. Friendship at its best is not one thing. It is everyone bringing what only they can bring. And it always being exactly enough.

@georgediano It's called collective consciousness....or corporate prayer .. which works..

Momentum Credit founder and CEO, Job Muriuki, has passed away at the age of 41 while undergoing treatment in India. Following the announcement of his death, many people flocked to the Momentum Credit page expressing celebration over his demise. It is alleged that the CEO had been frustrating creditors, with some reportedly suffering severe stress related conditions such as depression and high blood pressure. Ayaaam telling you, when a large number of people who feel oppressed pray against you, you won't survive for too long in this earth,, chesaa!!

@slimvnsn Love it...and your daddy for it...love expressed in various forms..

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.