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Read. (my experience, you can build yours). farmilyfieldfarms.blogspot.com/2026/01/ground…

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My dream this year is that all my mutuals and followers will own a property or a home through me this year in Enugu State !!!!! Check out my last post and retweet

Property for sale This is the cheapest four bedroom duplex you can find anywhere in Enugu State This beautiful Four bedroom duplex with a security house,is located at Kingdom Heritage Trans Ekulu Enugu State Price 130 million Title - General CofO and POA and Deed of Assignment attached Kindly Retweet if you come across this beautiful home 🏡 Thanks 🙏🏾

@ZoroSwagbag Congratulations Mpa

- I just got gifted a plot of land in New Enugu by Ogral real estate ltd. To think I was thinking of buying a crib in Enugu last week shows how much God’s alignment is in wah we doing.. 🤟🏿

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This year I take the mic DIFFERENT 🎤 My comedy special is coming! Straight heat, unfiltered jokes, real stories, big laughs. MNet Comedian Live "Truth Be Told" Stay tuned! #MNetComedianLive

This year I take the mic DIFFERENT 🎤 My comedy special is coming! Straight heat, unfiltered jokes, real stories, big laughs. MNet Comedian Live "Truth Be Told" Stay tuned!

E dey vex you, but your forehead dey shine... Eeehn, Tegwolo??

Una wan dey mount checkpoint for sky, collect money??

In Igbo, sị ebea pụọ...

Day 1 of new term and this kid flung open the car door and hit mine. His mum was just looking, totally silent. Well, the space was too tight and I've mistakenly knocked off her side mirror with my hip. I'm fairness to me, the thing been dey shake. We don dey exchange sorry

@RawNwanne Morning Mpa

Good morning 😎

I don go slam car door on top my own fingers... God... Why do bad things happen to good people? 😭😭

One of my forever guiding principle is this... If somebody have genuinely at a time come through for you.(me) Especially financially , or they've thrown in their reputation for u to get something or just been good to you. Irrespective of how Life turns out...you should always give them some special grace/ decorum. Or morestill turn the blind eye to their lapses if it wont cause you any harm.

David sits in his car. The engine is off, but he hasn't moved for ten minutes. ​He is parked in the driveway of the house he pays for, staring at the front door. Inside, the lights are warm. He can see the silhouette of his wife, Sarah, moving in the kitchen. He can see his daughter watching TV. It looks like a perfect life. ​But David isn't soaking it in. He is hyperventilating. ​He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He is taking these ten minutes to put the "mask" back on. ​At work today, he lost a major client. The company is downsizing. He might not have a job in three months. The panic is a physical weight on his chest, crushing his lungs. He wants to walk inside, fall into Sarah’s arms, and say, "I’m scared. I don’t know if I can keep holding this up. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay." ​But he doesn't. ​He remembers three years ago. His mother died. He broke down in front of Sarah. He cried. Really cried. He saw the look in her eyes shift. From comfort to fear. The "Rock" had crumbled, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. The attraction faded for months. ​He learned his lesson: He is allowed to be sad, but he is not allowed to be helpless. ​So, in the darkness of the driveway, David swallows the panic. He fixes his tie. He checks his reflection in the rearview mirror and practices the smile. The "I'm fine" smile. ​He opens the car door and walks inside. ​"Hey, honey! You're late," Sarah says, not looking up from her phone. "Did you remember to transfer the tuition fees? The school sent a reminder." ​She didn't bother to ask how he is. ​"Yeah, I did it," David says, kissing her cheek. She accepts the kiss, but she doesn't lean into it. That moment, he felt like he is just part of the furniture. A utility provider that keeps the lights on. ​Later that night, in bed, David reaches out. He runs his hand down her arm, starving for a touch that isn't transactional. He just wants to feel desired. He wants to know he matters. ​Sarah sighs. A heavy, annoyed sigh. "David, I'm exhausted. The kids were a nightmare today. Can we just sleep?" ​He pulls his hand back immediately, humiliated. The "Beggar Dynamic" kicks in. He feels gross for even asking. He turns his back to her, staring at the wall. ​Lying there, in the house he built, next to the woman he loves, David realizes the terrifying truth: ​If he died tomorrow, they would miss him. But if he went broke tomorrow, hmm... ​He realizes he isn't loved unconditionally like his daughter or the dog. He is on a performance contract. As long as the payments clear, he is allowed to stay. ​He closes his eyes. The panic returns. But he stays silent. ​Because the only safe space he has left is inside his own head.

***vertebra FFS Autocorrect getat abeg

Weeks before 2nd MBBS back then... I came home for the weekend. Had a few bones I'd taken from the museum in my bag (femur, clavicle, C3 vertebrae, cranium) My cousin that came visiting wandered into my room and saw bones Na only God help me convince her say I no be ritualist😂