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  • "I have very strong feelings about how you lead your life. You always look ahead, you never look back." – Ann Richards
    "I have very strong feelings about how you lead your life. You always look ahead, you never look back." – Ann Richards
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  • (PART 1) Millionaire Marries an Obese Woman as a Bet—But Is Surprised When...

    In the bustling city of Lagos there lived four wealthy naughty friends who often gathered to have a drink and share stories. These friends—Leo, James, Lucas, and Tobi—were known for their wild games and silly dares. They were young, rich, and always in search of fun, which often involved outrageous bets they dared each other to complete.

    On one warm evening, they were lounging at their favorite bar, a lively place right across the street from a busy bakery. People walked in and out of the bakery, buying freshly baked bread, while the friends laughed and talked about their recent bets. Tobi, the silliest of them all, was still proud of how he had won the last challenge Leo had dared him to flirt and sleep with a serious, no-nonsense secretary from Tobi’s church. Tobi eventually won the secretary over and slept with her. The boys laughed over this memory, with Tobi shaking his head, already plotting his revenge.

    As they sipped their drinks, Tobi’s eyes wandered across the street and landed on a woman who looked nothing like the girls they usually noticed. She was standing behind a counter, wearing a simple, worn apron, carefully handing a loaf of bread to a customer. She looked round and plump, her face soft with a kind smile, but her clothes were plain, and she didn’t have the polished look of someone who moved in their circles. This was Sarah, a modest baker, who had no idea that she was being watched by four mischievous eyes across the street.

    Tobi smirked and nudged Leo, pointing in Sarah’s direction. “See that woman over there? I bet you won’t be able to win her over. Marry her for six months, and I’ll pay for your entire wedding, honeymoon, and all your travel expenses for two years. What do you say?”

    James and Lucas burst out laughing. James leaned in and said, “This is too far, Tobi. Leo can’t do this one! She’s nothing like the women he’s used to.”

    But Leo was the kind of person who never backed down from a challenge. Mischief sparked in his eyes as he studied Sarah from afar. She was definitely different from anyone he’d dated—simple, plumped, grounded, and perhaps even shy. Something about the challenge stirred his curiosity. Without another word, he got up from his seat, left his drink behind, and walked across the street towards the bakery.

    Inside the bakery, the warm smell of fresh bread filled the air. Sarah was busy serving customers when Leo walked in. His expensive clothes and confident air caught her attention, but she quickly looked away, not thinking too much of it. Leo cleared his throat as he approached the counter, giving her his best charming smile.

    “Hello there,” he greeted smoothly. “Can I have a loaf of bread, please?”

    Sarah looked at him, her eyes narrowing in slight suspicion, though she was polite. “Sure,” she said, handing him the loaf. Leo tried to make small talk, asking her name and telling her how he’d never tasted bread as fresh as hers. But Sarah kept her responses short and focused on her work. Unlike other women who would have been drawn to his charm and flashy clothes, she was unimpressed. This only made Leo more intrigued.

    Leo left the bakery that evening with her contact number, but he knew he had his work cut out for him. Sarah was unlike any woman he’d met. She wasn’t swayed by his wealth or his confident smile, and that made the challenge even more exciting.

    Over the next few days, Leo kept calling Sarah, arranging for dates and taking her out to fancy places. He showered her with gifts, bought her new clothes, and even took her to high-end restaurants. But Sarah was cautious. She had always worked hard for everything she had and was skeptical of people who tried to woo her with wealth. In her experience, people like Leo came and went quickly, never serious and never interested in the simple things that she held dear.

    When Leo took her to a fancy dinner, she looked around at the crystal glasses and golden decorations with a small, nervous smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate nice things, but she felt like she didn’t quite belong. She noticed Leo’s wandering eyes every time a woman passed their table and even began to wonder if he was serious about her. Her cautious heart warned her to pull back before she got too attached to him.

    One evening, after a luxurious dinner, Leo noticed that Sarah was growing quieter. She seemed uneasy, her thoughts distant, and her responses short. As they parted ways, she gently told him that she needed some time to think. Leo, who was always used to women fawning over him, was taken aback. For the first time, he felt a pang of fear that Sarah might slip away before he’d even had a chance to know her better.

    James, Lucas, and Tobi laughed when they heard that Sarah had not fallen for Leo’s charm as easily as they’d expected.
    (PART 1) Millionaire Marries an Obese Woman as a Bet—But Is Surprised When... In the bustling city of Lagos there lived four wealthy naughty friends who often gathered to have a drink and share stories. These friends—Leo, James, Lucas, and Tobi—were known for their wild games and silly dares. They were young, rich, and always in search of fun, which often involved outrageous bets they dared each other to complete. On one warm evening, they were lounging at their favorite bar, a lively place right across the street from a busy bakery. People walked in and out of the bakery, buying freshly baked bread, while the friends laughed and talked about their recent bets. Tobi, the silliest of them all, was still proud of how he had won the last challenge Leo had dared him to flirt and sleep with a serious, no-nonsense secretary from Tobi’s church. Tobi eventually won the secretary over and slept with her. The boys laughed over this memory, with Tobi shaking his head, already plotting his revenge. As they sipped their drinks, Tobi’s eyes wandered across the street and landed on a woman who looked nothing like the girls they usually noticed. She was standing behind a counter, wearing a simple, worn apron, carefully handing a loaf of bread to a customer. She looked round and plump, her face soft with a kind smile, but her clothes were plain, and she didn’t have the polished look of someone who moved in their circles. This was Sarah, a modest baker, who had no idea that she was being watched by four mischievous eyes across the street. Tobi smirked and nudged Leo, pointing in Sarah’s direction. “See that woman over there? I bet you won’t be able to win her over. Marry her for six months, and I’ll pay for your entire wedding, honeymoon, and all your travel expenses for two years. What do you say?” James and Lucas burst out laughing. James leaned in and said, “This is too far, Tobi. Leo can’t do this one! She’s nothing like the women he’s used to.” But Leo was the kind of person who never backed down from a challenge. Mischief sparked in his eyes as he studied Sarah from afar. She was definitely different from anyone he’d dated—simple, plumped, grounded, and perhaps even shy. Something about the challenge stirred his curiosity. Without another word, he got up from his seat, left his drink behind, and walked across the street towards the bakery. Inside the bakery, the warm smell of fresh bread filled the air. Sarah was busy serving customers when Leo walked in. His expensive clothes and confident air caught her attention, but she quickly looked away, not thinking too much of it. Leo cleared his throat as he approached the counter, giving her his best charming smile. “Hello there,” he greeted smoothly. “Can I have a loaf of bread, please?” Sarah looked at him, her eyes narrowing in slight suspicion, though she was polite. “Sure,” she said, handing him the loaf. Leo tried to make small talk, asking her name and telling her how he’d never tasted bread as fresh as hers. But Sarah kept her responses short and focused on her work. Unlike other women who would have been drawn to his charm and flashy clothes, she was unimpressed. This only made Leo more intrigued. Leo left the bakery that evening with her contact number, but he knew he had his work cut out for him. Sarah was unlike any woman he’d met. She wasn’t swayed by his wealth or his confident smile, and that made the challenge even more exciting. Over the next few days, Leo kept calling Sarah, arranging for dates and taking her out to fancy places. He showered her with gifts, bought her new clothes, and even took her to high-end restaurants. But Sarah was cautious. She had always worked hard for everything she had and was skeptical of people who tried to woo her with wealth. In her experience, people like Leo came and went quickly, never serious and never interested in the simple things that she held dear. When Leo took her to a fancy dinner, she looked around at the crystal glasses and golden decorations with a small, nervous smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate nice things, but she felt like she didn’t quite belong. She noticed Leo’s wandering eyes every time a woman passed their table and even began to wonder if he was serious about her. Her cautious heart warned her to pull back before she got too attached to him. One evening, after a luxurious dinner, Leo noticed that Sarah was growing quieter. She seemed uneasy, her thoughts distant, and her responses short. As they parted ways, she gently told him that she needed some time to think. Leo, who was always used to women fawning over him, was taken aback. For the first time, he felt a pang of fear that Sarah might slip away before he’d even had a chance to know her better. James, Lucas, and Tobi laughed when they heard that Sarah had not fallen for Leo’s charm as easily as they’d expected.
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  • "Once in a village, a woman saw three old men sitting outside her house. They were sitting there for quite a while.

    The woman went outside and said,
    'I don't know you, but I saw that you are sitting here for long, you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.'

    One of them asked,
    'Is the man of the house at home ?'

    She replied, 'No.'

    'Then we cannot come in.', said the men.

    The woman went inside. In the evening when her husband came, she told him about the people sitting outside and all that had happened.

    He told his wife to go and ask those men to come in and have some food.

    She went out and told them,
    'My husband is home. He is inviting you all. Please come inside and have some food with us .'

    They replied,
    'We do not go inside a house together.'

    When she asked why, one of the old men explained,
    pointing to one of his friends, he said :
    'His name is Wealth.
    If he goes with you, your home will be filled with wealth always.'
    Then pointing to another old man he said :
    'He is Success.
    If he goes with you, you will always be successful in any endeavor you start.'

    He then introduced himself as Love.
    'If I go with you, then your home will be filled with love always.'

    Then he told her to go in and discuss with her husband which one of them they want in their home.

    Her husband was overjoyed hearing about it and said,
    'Let’s invite Wealth.
    Let him come and fill our home with wealth.'

    His wife disagreed and said, 'Why don’t we invite Success?'

    Their daughter-in-law was listening to this.
    She came to them and suggested,
    'Wouldn’t it be better if we invite Love in our home ?
    Then our home will be filled with love forever.'

    The husband and wife agreed.

    The woman again went out and said,
    'Which one of you is Love ? Please come in and be our guest.'

    Love got up and started walking toward the house. Just then the other two also got up and started following him.

    The woman asked,
    'You said you can not all can come together.
    I invited only Love.
    Why are you all coming in?'

    The old men replied,
    'If you had invited Wealth or Success then the other two would have stayed outside, but since you invite Love, wherever he goes, we go with him.'

    Where there is Love, Wealth and Success will follow suit."
    "Once in a village, a woman saw three old men sitting outside her house. They were sitting there for quite a while. The woman went outside and said, 'I don't know you, but I saw that you are sitting here for long, you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.' One of them asked, 'Is the man of the house at home ?' She replied, 'No.' 'Then we cannot come in.', said the men. The woman went inside. In the evening when her husband came, she told him about the people sitting outside and all that had happened. He told his wife to go and ask those men to come in and have some food. She went out and told them, 'My husband is home. He is inviting you all. Please come inside and have some food with us .' They replied, 'We do not go inside a house together.' When she asked why, one of the old men explained, pointing to one of his friends, he said : 'His name is Wealth. If he goes with you, your home will be filled with wealth always.' Then pointing to another old man he said : 'He is Success. If he goes with you, you will always be successful in any endeavor you start.' He then introduced himself as Love. 'If I go with you, then your home will be filled with love always.' Then he told her to go in and discuss with her husband which one of them they want in their home. Her husband was overjoyed hearing about it and said, 'Let’s invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth.' His wife disagreed and said, 'Why don’t we invite Success?' Their daughter-in-law was listening to this. She came to them and suggested, 'Wouldn’t it be better if we invite Love in our home ? Then our home will be filled with love forever.' The husband and wife agreed. The woman again went out and said, 'Which one of you is Love ? Please come in and be our guest.' Love got up and started walking toward the house. Just then the other two also got up and started following him. The woman asked, 'You said you can not all can come together. I invited only Love. Why are you all coming in?' The old men replied, 'If you had invited Wealth or Success then the other two would have stayed outside, but since you invite Love, wherever he goes, we go with him.' Where there is Love, Wealth and Success will follow suit."
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  • MY MOTHER’S CHOICE

    Episode 1
    A story written by Tracy Nathaniel

    Helen, Mrs. Agatha first daughter, sat in the living room, beaming with joy as she scrolled through her phone. Mrs. Agatha walked in, her eyes fixed on Helen with a playful, mocking glint. She settled into the armchair opposite her daughter, their both eyes locked. Helen's giggles subsided as their eyes met, her expression turning slightly self-conscious. “Mother!” She maintained her composure.

    "You're always blushing and smiling at your phone," Mrs. Agatha said, her tone laced with curiosity. "Yet, I haven't seen the man behind those messages. No one has come to our door to express interest in you. All this secrecy is it just a fleeting infatuation?"

    Helen scratched her head. "Mother, when the time is right, I'll bring him home."

    Mrs. Agatha expression turned stern. "And when is that time?"

    Just then, Evelyn called from outside, "Mum, someone is here to see you."

    Mrs. Agatha rose, her eyes still fixed on Helen. "I'll be right back."

    As her mother stepped out, Helen exhaled, relieved. "Thank God she's gone." She stood and slipped into her room.

    "Mrs. Agatha wouldn't stop pestering Helen about bringing a suitor home. 'Mum, let Helen be!' Patrick intervened. 'When the guy she's dating is ready, he'll come to seek her hand in marriage.'

    Mrs. Agatha snapped, 'Will you shut your mouth? What do you know? Helen isn't getting any younger; she needs to move to a man's house.'

    Helen sat silently, watching her mother and brother rant about her getting married. Feeling frustrated, she stood up and walked away from the scene."

    Some weeks later, Helen brought Kenneth home. Mrs. Agatha sitting outside, gazed at the couple walking hand-in-hand toward her.

    "Helen, why are you and Kenneth holding hands?" Mrs. Agatha asked, her tone firm.

    Helen's face radiated joy. "Mother, Kenneth is the man I want to marry."

    Mrs. Agatha’s eyes widened. "What? You can't be serious."

    "I am, Mother," Helen replied. "Kenneth wants to marry me."

    Kenneth stepped forward. "We're not joking, Ma'am. I truly want to marry your daughter."

    Mrs. Agatha's expression turned skeptical. "What makes you think you're qualified to marry my daughter?"

    She turned to Helen. "Among all the successful men in this city, you choose...him?"

    Helen's voice rose. "Mother, what's wrong with Kenneth? He's kind, loving, and—"

    "Does he have a good job, a stable future?" Mrs. Agatha interrupted.

    Mother, I don't see anything wrong with him," Helen said firmly. "He's perfect for me, and I love him."

    "First off, how much do you earn?" Mrs. Agatha asked Kenneth, her tone stern.

    Helen intervened, her voice laced with frustration. "Mother, what's going on? You've been pressing me to get married, and now you're rejecting Kenneth just because he's not wealthy?"

    Mrs. Agatha stood, her expression resolute. "Yes, I won't let my daughter marry a poor man. I'm going inside. When I come out, I don't want to see him here." She warned, "You won't like my actions if he's still around."

    As Mrs. Agatha walked in, Helen shouted, "Mother!"

    Kenneth's face fell. "I should leave now, Helen."

    Helen grasped his hand. "No, don't go. I'll talk to her."

    But Kenneth, already hurt by Mrs. Agatha's words, insisted on leaving. Helen stormed inside, furious.

    "Mother, how could you?" Helen asked, frustration etched on her face.

    Mrs. Agatha scoffed, "Look at yourself! Don't you have any self-respect? You want to marry a poor man like Kenneth?"

    Helen stood firm. "He loves me, and I love him. We can support each other financially. I'm working too."

    Mrs. Agatha's expression turned disdainful. "You think your salary can sustain you both?" She hissed, shaking her head, and stormed into her room.

    Helen trailed behind, still protesting. "Mother, you have to listen to me!"

    TO BE CONTINUE….
    MY MOTHER’S CHOICE Episode 1 A story written by Tracy Nathaniel Helen, Mrs. Agatha first daughter, sat in the living room, beaming with joy as she scrolled through her phone. Mrs. Agatha walked in, her eyes fixed on Helen with a playful, mocking glint. She settled into the armchair opposite her daughter, their both eyes locked. Helen's giggles subsided as their eyes met, her expression turning slightly self-conscious. “Mother!” She maintained her composure. "You're always blushing and smiling at your phone," Mrs. Agatha said, her tone laced with curiosity. "Yet, I haven't seen the man behind those messages. No one has come to our door to express interest in you. All this secrecy is it just a fleeting infatuation?" Helen scratched her head. "Mother, when the time is right, I'll bring him home." Mrs. Agatha expression turned stern. "And when is that time?" Just then, Evelyn called from outside, "Mum, someone is here to see you." Mrs. Agatha rose, her eyes still fixed on Helen. "I'll be right back." As her mother stepped out, Helen exhaled, relieved. "Thank God she's gone." She stood and slipped into her room. "Mrs. Agatha wouldn't stop pestering Helen about bringing a suitor home. 'Mum, let Helen be!' Patrick intervened. 'When the guy she's dating is ready, he'll come to seek her hand in marriage.' Mrs. Agatha snapped, 'Will you shut your mouth? What do you know? Helen isn't getting any younger; she needs to move to a man's house.' Helen sat silently, watching her mother and brother rant about her getting married. Feeling frustrated, she stood up and walked away from the scene." Some weeks later, Helen brought Kenneth home. Mrs. Agatha sitting outside, gazed at the couple walking hand-in-hand toward her. "Helen, why are you and Kenneth holding hands?" Mrs. Agatha asked, her tone firm. Helen's face radiated joy. "Mother, Kenneth is the man I want to marry." Mrs. Agatha’s eyes widened. "What? You can't be serious." "I am, Mother," Helen replied. "Kenneth wants to marry me." Kenneth stepped forward. "We're not joking, Ma'am. I truly want to marry your daughter." Mrs. Agatha's expression turned skeptical. "What makes you think you're qualified to marry my daughter?" She turned to Helen. "Among all the successful men in this city, you choose...him?" Helen's voice rose. "Mother, what's wrong with Kenneth? He's kind, loving, and—" "Does he have a good job, a stable future?" Mrs. Agatha interrupted. Mother, I don't see anything wrong with him," Helen said firmly. "He's perfect for me, and I love him." "First off, how much do you earn?" Mrs. Agatha asked Kenneth, her tone stern. Helen intervened, her voice laced with frustration. "Mother, what's going on? You've been pressing me to get married, and now you're rejecting Kenneth just because he's not wealthy?" Mrs. Agatha stood, her expression resolute. "Yes, I won't let my daughter marry a poor man. I'm going inside. When I come out, I don't want to see him here." She warned, "You won't like my actions if he's still around." As Mrs. Agatha walked in, Helen shouted, "Mother!" Kenneth's face fell. "I should leave now, Helen." Helen grasped his hand. "No, don't go. I'll talk to her." But Kenneth, already hurt by Mrs. Agatha's words, insisted on leaving. Helen stormed inside, furious. "Mother, how could you?" Helen asked, frustration etched on her face. Mrs. Agatha scoffed, "Look at yourself! Don't you have any self-respect? You want to marry a poor man like Kenneth?" Helen stood firm. "He loves me, and I love him. We can support each other financially. I'm working too." Mrs. Agatha's expression turned disdainful. "You think your salary can sustain you both?" She hissed, shaking her head, and stormed into her room. Helen trailed behind, still protesting. "Mother, you have to listen to me!" TO BE CONTINUE….
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  • Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.
    Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.
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  • Unexpected text messages are always cute.
    Unexpected text messages are always cute.
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  • Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." - Walt Whitman
    Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." - Walt Whitman
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  • You know, “Don’t leave anything for later” is such a simple reminder, but it hits hard when you think about it. We’re always putting things off, whether it’s sending that text, starting a project, or even just taking a moment for ourselves. It’s like we assume there will always be more time. But honestly, the more we push things to later, the more we miss out on doing or experiencing them now. Sometimes it’s better to just dive in, take action, and see where it leads. Life moves fast, so why not make the most of it now rather than waiting for the “right” moment?

    Credit - Kanye Diary

    𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 
    You know, “Don’t leave anything for later” is such a simple reminder, but it hits hard when you think about it. We’re always putting things off, whether it’s sending that text, starting a project, or even just taking a moment for ourselves. It’s like we assume there will always be more time. But honestly, the more we push things to later, the more we miss out on doing or experiencing them now. Sometimes it’s better to just dive in, take action, and see where it leads. Life moves fast, so why not make the most of it now rather than waiting for the “right” moment? Credit - Kanye Diary 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❤️
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  • Your harshest critic is always going to be yourself. Don't ignore that critic but don't give it more attention than it deserves.
    Your harshest critic is always going to be yourself. Don't ignore that critic but don't give it more attention than it deserves.
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  • Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." - Walt Whitman
    Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you." - Walt Whitman
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