"I think, therefore I am." - René Descartes
"True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing." - Socrates

The obstacles I face are my own stepping stones."
2. "I'll transform my setbacks into stepping stones."
3. "The darkness will only make my light shine brighter."
4. "I'll rise above my challenges, silently and steadily."
5. "My scars will be my hidden strengths."

Son, life will test you in many ways, but always remember these three things: Stay true to your word, treat people with respect, and never be afraid to work hard for what you want. Success isn’t about shortcuts—it’s about consistency, integrity, and resilience. No matter where life takes you, always carry yourself with honor, and you’ll earn the respect of the world.

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Tutoring(English and mathematics).
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ANOTHER STEP OF LONG LIVING

Getting enough sleep is vital for overall health and longevity. Aim for 7-9 hours of sleep each night to help your body repair and recharge. Poor sleep has been linked to an increased risk of chronic diseases, including obesity, diabetes, and cardiovascular disease. Establish a consistent sleep schedule, avoid caffeine and electronics before bedtime, and create a relaxing sleep environment to improve sleep quality.

ANOTHER STEP OF LONG LIVING

Regular exercise is another key component of living a long and healthy life. Aim for at least 30 minutes of moderate-intensity physical activity most days of the week. This can include brisk walking, cycling, swimming, or dancing. Exercise helps maintain a healthy weight, strengthens bones and muscles, and improves cardiovascular health. It also reduces stress and anxiety, promoting mental well-being.

Everyone has there careers

SOME WONDERS OF CASSAVA TREE

If you are carrying a heavy load on your head either from the farm, work sight, etc.
Cut one stem of cassava and put on the load you are carrying or use it as a walking stick to support yourself while walking.

Benefits

You won't feel the weight of the load you are carrying.

It makes your load lighter, our ancestors and grandparents knows this that's why you see elderly people in the village place cassava stem on their load or use it to aid their movement when carrying heavy load while going or returning from the farm.

(2)If you see a snake in the bush bush and it threatens you, or it enters your house and you can't kill it.
Go and cut cassava stem, break off the leaves at the tip of it and throw the stem on top of the snake, it will die within 5minutes by itself.

(3)If rats are disturbing your house, pluck cassava leaves and place at 4corners of your room and they will run away and won't come back for a long time.

(4) place cassava stem at the four corners of your house, wall geckos won't come close to your building.

If you doubt it, try it and give me feedback.

The fastest way to change your life is to change where you invest

Look at your calendar for where you spend your time.

Your credit card statement for how you spend your money.

And your phone for where you spend your attention.

Change your inputs. Change your outputs.

Your good habits are the foundation that keeps you going.

Stay committed, even when it's tough, and you'll be amazed at how far you can go.

Every step forward, no matter how small, brings you closer to success.

He came to propose to me, and died in my hostel

Jareth came over to my hostel that evening. We ate, laughed, and talked about everything—our future, our plans, the names of our unborn kids. It was perfect.

By nightfall, he yawned and stretched.

"Babe, I’ll be leaving soon. I just need to rest a little before heading home. Tomorrow’s a busy day at work."

"Okay,"

I smiled, kissing his forehead.

I let him sleep.

But at 9 PM, when I tried to wake him, he didn’t move.

"Jareth?"

I whispered, shaking him lightly.

Nothing.

"Babes? Ademi, Ayanfe mi?"

I shook him harder.

"Jareth, wake up!"

Still nothing.

I pushed, slapped, screamed—no response. His body was warm, but he wasn’t breathing.

Then, the real horror set in.

Jareth was dead.

My neighbors were gone for the night. It was as if they all planned to go to a party that night.

I was alone.

See me, see Kirikiri.

See court, see jail!

I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him with all my might.

"Jareth, please! Don’t do this to me!"

He didn’t even twitch.

I pounded his chest. I tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I did everything I had ever seen in a medical drama, but he just lay there, lifeless.

Then... his phone rang.

I looked at the screen.

His mum.

I froze.

Then another call—his elder sister. Then another—his younger brother.

As if they knew. They kept calling.

My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would explode.

What would I tell them?

I panicked.

I couldn’t call the police. No hospital would accept him without a proper explanation.

I am finished.

My stomach churned. I ran outside to throw up in the nearby gutter. I started coughing. I was disoriented.

Then, his friends started calling too.

I had to move him.

But how?

His body felt heavier than the weight of my sins.

I dragged him to the car, struggling to lift him inside.

The boot? No. That was too suspicious.

I sat him upright in the passenger seat and buckled him in.

Then, I started the engine.

As I drove out, the security greeted him.

"Bros don jonz. He like life. See as he sleep. Bros we greet oh."

One of them laughed.

If only they knew.

I reached the big ditch. Student usually use it as a dumb site.

I turned off the car and sat there, crying for an hour.

"Jareth, please wake up. Please, baby. We had plans. Our dream house, our children... we were supposed to grow old together."

Nothing. I caught myself talking alone. I was beginning to run mad!

His lifeless body just sat there, unmoving.

I wiped my tears. I had no choice.

I opened the car door, went to his side, and pulled his body toward the ditch.

Then—something small rolled out of his pocket.

A small box.

I bent down and picked it up with trembling hands.

An engagement ring.

I stopped breathing.

He came to propose to me.

That realization shattered my soul.

I staggered back, the air suddenly too thick to inhale.

My entire body shook.

I couldn't do it. I laid on he floor with him, begging him to just wake for some minutes, and propose to me.

No.

I had to go back. I had to tell his family the truth. Whatever happened next, I will be ready.

I wiped my eyes, summoned all my strength, and struggled to lift him back into the car.

I was almost at my hostel gate when police stopped me.

They checked and tried to wake him but he didn't.

"I don't know why fine girl like you will be dating drunkard like this."

I was nearly ruining mad. How the police didn't noticed was beyond my understanding.

When I got home, my door was open.

I knew I locked it.

Something moved inside. I saw a sharp shadow running in my house.

My heart should have skipped a beat. But it didn’t. Because I was already dead inside.

Jareth was gone.

Whoever was inside could kill me if they wanted.

I grabbed a wooden plank near the door and stormed in.

And then—

UPROAR.

"SURPRISE!!!"

My legs buckled.I blinked, confused.

In front of me stood Jareth’s mum, my mum, my brother, his siblings, his friends— even my neighbours

All smiling.

My friends, Helen, Lydia and Johana all opening their wide teeth and holding balloons.

Then— music started playing.

A saxophonist emerged from my room, holding a small banner that read:

"Turn around."

I slowly turned.

And there he was Jareth.

Alive. Smiling. Holding the same ring I had seen by the ditch.

"Babe,"

he grinned.

"You always say nothing scares you. So, I decided to put that to the test. I love you. Please....."

I didn't bother to wait to hear the last sentence before I collapsed.

I woke up to laughter and claps.

Jareth sat beside me, holding my hand.

"So... will you marry me?"

he whispered.

With no strength left to scream or faint again, I nodded.

"Yes."

I will forever love him.

But first...

I need to kill him.

The End.

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