Ekene Eunice

If love grows cold, do not tear each other down seeking for validation. If you must walk away, leave with the memories you both made with each other while it was still juicy. Believe it or not, you may never make such memories again-each moment comes with its own uniqueness.

@UGOOOTWEETS @yolethe1st Govt really need to step in to regulate this occurrences

Lagos landlords are the biggest scammers in Africa. They’re literally getting away with crime every day

@winexviv More power to your elbow

Here is my speech at the UNN 21st Herbert Macaulay Memorial Lecture. The audience were all engineering professors, doctors, other lecturers and students. My well respected Prof. P.N Okeke was present all through. UNN engineering will lead the future of Africa innovations.

@leodey4uu Good morning. Pleasant day today.

Good morning my people ❤️ Greet me back oo!!!

Can’t understand why someone would give you a repost and go ahead to delete it from their timeline minutes later😂

@Omotoyobola @jonathanx404 Exactly

energy doesn’t lie. If someone is really into you, you gonna know.

@a4lasade @kenkenlewu People finding love in hopeless places. At the end, do what’s best for you.

Not a father and daughter. Not siblings. This is a husband and wife. He was 60 when they married; she was 20. Now she’s 25, and he’s 65; five years together. The age gap is obvious, but so is their choice. They found peace in each other, and that’s what they’re holding onto. At the end of the day, people settle where they feel loved and at ease, men and women alike. Different backgrounds, same connection, he’s American, she’s Nigerian. What do you think?

@oku_yungx God of miracle still manifesting.

GOOD MORNING MY PEOPLE. EXPECT YOUR credit alerts in the next 1 hour 😁

@9jaTalkerX Yes. It’s important to.

The last time I traveled to my village, I spent so much time with my father and mother. I bought so many clothes and goodies for both. My father told me stories of how his own father died during the Nigerian-Biafran civil w@r. The challenges he himself had had so far and why he wants me to be greater than him. We strolled to his own maternal home, and met with some kinsmen and elders. We discussed life and they all offered their prayers and Blessings for me as the Nwa nwa! Pls, if your parents are still alive, stay closer to them now and make them happy and proud. Their evening is getting closer!

@SIR_PIUS3i Joy and happiness will locate us today.

Good health will not suffer us , may joy and happiness never depart from anyone seeing this Post. Good Mornings X family and content creators, it's Tuesday morning Arise and shine 🫶🫶

@Shola_dlb @Anonunusual_TM Good morning

Good morning my KINGS and QUEENS 👑❤️🌞

@SirDavidBent Amen🙏 God is still in the habit of blessing people. We go again today.

Being able to wake up every morning is a reminder that life is giving you many chances to try again. Keep grinding. It will soon be your time to shine.

@slimvnsn Same here🤍

@beingeunice I'm honored. Thanks buddy

The wealthiest man in Idanre spoke only 17 words at his own chieftaincy ceremony. 17 words. The crowd waited for a speech. They received a sentence. "Thank you for this honor. I will serve this town with silence and action." Then the old man returned to his seat and folded his hands. A young journalist from Akure approached him afterward. She was ambitious and curious and slightly offended. "Sir, people expected more. You are the richest man in this town. You should have spoken longer." The old man smiled. "My father told me something when I was a boy. He said, a fish that opens its mouth too wide gets caught." "That's just a proverb," she said. "That's just my entire life philosophy," he replied. His name was Chief Ibidun and he had not always been quiet. As a young trader, he talked endlessly. He talked about his plans and his money and his opinions. He gave advice nobody asked for. He argued with customers who disagreed. He lost three business deals in one year because he could not keep his mouth shut when silence would have earned him a better price. The turning point came at a cocoa negotiation with buyers from Ondo. He spoke for forty minutes about quality and harvest cycles and his grandmother's farm. The buyers listened politely. Then the youngest among them, a woman with sharp eyes, asked one question that undid everything. "You mentioned your supplier debt just now. Why would we pay full price when we know you need cash?" He had mentioned it casually. A throwaway sentence. The deal collapsed and he lost enough money to keep his children out of school for a term. That night he sat in his parlor and replayed every word. He had handed them the weapon. He had loaded it himself. From that day, he trained himself like an athlete. He practiced silence in the market when his instinct screamed to boast. He let competitors reveal their own weaknesses first. He discovered that people filled quiet spaces with information they would have hidden from a talkative man. His wife noticed the change before anyone. "You're calmer," she said. "I'm listening," he said. "To what?" "To everything I used to interrupt." His business grew because silence made him powerful. Not loud powerful. Not show powerful. The kind of power that watches and waits and strikes only when the aim is perfect. He bought land while others talked about buying land. He mentored young traders and taught them one rule above all others. "When you are angry, speak last. When you are happy, speak less. When you are negotiating, let the other person fill the silence because they will fill it with the truth you need." The journalist from Akure wrote her article and left Idanre. But she returned three years later, older and humbler and carrying the wreckage of a career she had damaged with careless words. A column she wrote had insulted a powerful politician. The backlash was swift and cruel. Chief Ibidun received her in the same parlor, sat in the same chair. She asked him to teach her what he knew. He poured her water without speaking. The quiet stretched. She felt the urge to fill it and stopped herself. "Good," he said. "You've already started." Talk less. The right words wait.

@slimvnsn You’re best at what you do 🙏

@beingeunice Control your tongue, control your life. This is the greatest message. Eunice always giving the best point. I will make use of this. Thank you ❤️

We need more empathetic people than we need sympathetic people. One who is empathetic has been in your shoes and understands the weight. A sympathetic person will feel sorry for you but has zero understanding of why it hurts. May we not find ourselves in unpleasant situations that people will feel sorry for us 🙏

@tayohw Amazing day

@beingeunice good morning ✨

Good morning mutuals, do have a wonderful day and remain blessed. ☀️

@9jaTalkerX You no get joy for mouth 😂

@beingeunice Lol 😂😂😂

There's a way to bvlly back bvllies on this app. You are insulting me cuz of my innocent comment? Omo, I get bad mouth ooo! I just told her "your mama smelling t0t0!"😂💔 Make she go deal with it. We get m!ssiles for mouth oo. No be only you comot from Yabaleft!😂😂😣

@Finian89 Good morning

@beingeunice Good morning

Praise the Lord oh My Soul Bless His name for He is good. It’s an amazing day to be alive.💃 The universe is working out for our good. Good morning.