Read and digest.

Assimilate.

He who is slow anger is better than the mighty

Read and assimilate.

No relationship is ever a waste of time.

If it didn't bring you what you want. It taught you what you didn't want.

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Years ago my friend and I were passing through a bush path when we ran into a graveyard located in the thick dry bush.

My friend halted and looked at the grave. He was the one who called my attention to it.

"Praises, see grave o. See people's graves."

I looked in the direction he was pointing at and found a line of tombs. I counted the tombs and found 16 tombs which meant, there were 16 buried bodies there.

"Collins there are 16 bodies there."

"Yes, and this bodies belong to just one family."

He walked to the Tombs and began to read the names out loud.

"Jessica Ibinayo. Titus Ibinayo 1935 to 1999. Yemide Ibinayo 2007 to 2015."

He turned to me and said.

"Praises, all the names are Ibinayo. They belong to one family. 16 Tombs."

"It should be a family land and the family decided to bury their dead here. Let us go."

He nodded his head brought out his smartphone and stretched towards me.

"Take me a picture first. I have never snapped close to a graveyard before."

"Why should I take you a picture at where a family buried their loved ones? I can't."

"Fear fear. Just take me a picture. I want to keep it. Let me snap at a cemetery. I have always wanted to snap when I see one."

I knew my friend very well. He was a very crazy fellow who loved adventure and loved to explore and try out new things. Even the scariest of things people fear were seen as games and just fun to him.

I stepped back and attempted to walk away.

"If you are not coming I will leave you."

Instantly, he flipped his camera, laughed, and climbed one of the tombs. He made a crying face and took a picture. He sat down made a funny look with his face and brought out his tongue. He stood in front of the tomb, such that he captured himself and the tombs and took pictures.

At this point was tired of waiting for him and began to walk away. When I turned back J saw him running after me and swiping through his phone.

This was why I shared this story.

That night my friend slept and in his dream, he saw himself sitting down with 16 dead people in his room. 10 of these dead persons had old grey hair and rotten skin. Some had torn clothes and were barefooted. Three of the dead persons were children. And three looked young.

My friend told me that he saw himself with a phone, taking a selfie with them in the dream and snapping each of them. He woke up from his dream and discovered he had urinated on his bed and his room had a weird smell.

When he called to tell me I advised him to pray. I told him he had attracted the spirit of the dead towards him. And the sixteen tombs he snapped on his phone, were him taking pictures with spirits. I asked him to delete the pictures and come see me so we could visit the Tombs and make a proper apology to the spirits.

My friend had something to do that day. He told me he was going to the bank first, and after there he would visit his grandmother. He said he was going to come the following day.

That was the last time I saw my friend. He got hit by a car on his way out of the bank, and he died instantly.

His dream came to pass.

He was a part of the family of the dead and had taken pictures with them.

Sometimes our actions or inactions can lead to serious consequences that may cost us our lives or bring us everlasting regret.

THE WARRIOR "DILEMA"2.
Mr umuaka can't just send his wives packing without reason. When a woman marries and is thrown out of her husband house it is often regarded as a big disgrace! No man can ever marry that woman again because they believed she was not obedient to her husband. So the woman family often require from the man what happened if the man cannot give a specific reason why their daughter was thrown out of his house the woman would return to her husband house.
Dilema mother "mukuru" was the third wife of her husband umuaka. She has five children (three boys two girls) dilema was the fourth child. Mukuru was a very beautiful woman fair in complexion with pure white eyes, red lips and a pointed nose. She was referred to as "the fairer of the fair". The villagers believed her to be one of amadioha's wife before she came or was sent to this world. If not how could someone be that beautiful. But when DILEMA was born she had light brown skin. She was not the fair type like her mother. As dilema began to grow she was educated on the custom and tradition of the land. Why can't I draw a bow like the boys do? Little dilema asked her mother one sunny afternoon. No you can't sweetie remember what I told you women are not allowed to do any of that. But I don't think that fair mother anybody can draw a bow as far as you want to. Little dilema told her mother. Yes honey anybody can draw a bow except the females. But I don't think that right mother. Am sorry dilema it just how we are meant to live.
TBC.
Good morning everyone

Elara's Journey of Transformation

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In the quaint village of Eldergrove, nestled on the edge of an ancient forest, lived a young girl named Elara. Orphaned at a tender age, she grew up under the care of her elderly grandmother.

They lived in a small, rundown cottage, where Elara spent her days helping with chores and dreaming of a different life. Though her clothes were tattered and her shoes barely held together, Elara possessed a heart full of kindness and a spirit that refused to be subdued.

One particularly lonely evening, as Elara sat by the crumbling hearth, tracing the patterns in the fire with her eyes, she noticed something peculiar. A soft, golden light emerged from the shadows of the room, growing brighter and more encompassing.

To her astonishment, the light took the shape of a woman, majestic and ethereal. "Do not be afraid," the woman said in a voice like gentle music. "I am Lira, the Guardian of Wishes, and I have been drawn here by your pure heart."

Elara, though surprised, felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and comfort in the presence of the guardian. "What do you seek?" Lira asked softly.

Flustered, Elara replied, "I only wish for my grandmother's well-being and a chance to leave this village to see the world."

Lira smiled, and with a wave of her hand, a shimmering dust enveloped Elara. In a moment, her worn-out garments transformed into a gown of delicate blues and silvers, so finely crafted it seemed woven from the moonlight itself.

Her old shoes became elegant slippers, and around her neck appeared a necklace with a gem that glowed with an inner light.

When Elara looked in the small, cracked mirror by the hearth, she barely recognized the reflection staring back. Gone was the poor village girl, replaced by a visage worthy of royalty.

"With this new form, doors will open for you, Elara," Lira said. "But remember, it is your heart that defines you, not your appearance."

With tears of gratitude, Elara thanked Lira, who vanished as suddenly as she had appeared. Armed with newfound confidence, Elara set off to explore the world.

Her journey took her to kingdoms far and wide, where she touched lives with her kindness and wisdom. Tales of the mysterious princess spread, inspiring hope and kindness wherever she went.

And though she traveled far, Elara never forgot her humble beginnings, often returning to Eldergrove to share her fortune and joy with her beloved grandmother.

In the end, Elara realized that her true transformation had nothing to do with her appearance but rather the courage to dream and the will to act on those dreams.