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  • This ajeboters ehhh, imagine having breakfast with just two slices of bread and half cup tea,me I will faint..
    This ajeboters ehhh, imagine having breakfast with just two slices of bread and half cup tea,me I will faint..
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  • Ajeh e no easy to find money.
    Ajeh e no easy to find money.
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  • Here are some inspiring quotes about forests:

    *Wisdom & Serenity*

    1. "In the forest, I find solace, peace, and wisdom." - John Muir
    2. "The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness." - John Muir
    3. "Forest bathing: where nature's peace awaits." - Unknown

    *Nature's Majesty*

    1. "The forest is a cathedral of trees, a sanctuary of life." - Unknown
    2. "Forests are the lungs of our planet." - Sylvia Earle
    3. "In the forest, nature's beauty stands tall." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

    *Inspiration & Imagination*

    1. "The forest whispers secrets to those who listen." - Unknown
    2. "Forests fuel the imagination, spark creativity." - Richard Grant
    3. "In the forest, fantasy and reality entwine." - J.R.R. Tolkien

    *Conservation & Stewardship*

    1. "We must protect the forests, for they protect us." - Unknown
    2. "The future of humanity is tied to the future of the forest." - Wangari Maathai
    3. "Forests are not just resources, but living beings." - Robin Wall Kimmerer
    Here are some inspiring quotes about forests: *Wisdom & Serenity* 1. "In the forest, I find solace, peace, and wisdom." - John Muir 2. "The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness." - John Muir 3. "Forest bathing: where nature's peace awaits." - Unknown *Nature's Majesty* 1. "The forest is a cathedral of trees, a sanctuary of life." - Unknown 2. "Forests are the lungs of our planet." - Sylvia Earle 3. "In the forest, nature's beauty stands tall." - Ralph Waldo Emerson *Inspiration & Imagination* 1. "The forest whispers secrets to those who listen." - Unknown 2. "Forests fuel the imagination, spark creativity." - Richard Grant 3. "In the forest, fantasy and reality entwine." - J.R.R. Tolkien *Conservation & Stewardship* 1. "We must protect the forests, for they protect us." - Unknown 2. "The future of humanity is tied to the future of the forest." - Wangari Maathai 3. "Forests are not just resources, but living beings." - Robin Wall Kimmerer
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  • *North Korea has test-fired an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM)* in Kim Jong Un's first weapons test since being accused of sending soldiers to Russia.

    The missile launch came just hours after *US and South Korean defence chiefs called on Pyongyang to withdraw its troops from Russia* .

    *South Korea and Japan both condemned the missile launch* which they say was fired on a lofted trajectory -- meaning up, not out.

    Tokyo said the *"ICBM-class" missile was airborne for about 86 minutes* and hit altitudes of 7,000 kilometres.
    [01/11, 12:19 pm] null: 3️⃣ *Hello Kitty turns 50 on Friday, the cute, enigmatic character* that adorns everything from handbags to rice cookers still making millions for her Japanese creators.

    The simple *design of the character -- who is not a cat, but a little girl from London* according to Sanrio, the company behind Kitty -- has mileage as a money-spinner for years to come, experts say.

    One woman in the US state of California has amassed *so much Hello Kitty merchandise that her husband built her a pink so-called _"she-shed"_* to keep it in.

    *Stuffed inside are thousands of toys and other items featuring Kitty and her eye-catching red bow,* including rows of sunglasses, a swivel chair and novelty gumball dispensers.
    *North Korea has test-fired an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM)* in Kim Jong Un's first weapons test since being accused of sending soldiers to Russia. 🇰🇵 The missile launch came just hours after *US and South Korean defence chiefs called on Pyongyang to withdraw its troops from Russia* . 🚀 *South Korea and Japan both condemned the missile launch* which they say was fired on a lofted trajectory -- meaning up, not out. 🇰🇷 🇯🇵 Tokyo said the *"ICBM-class" missile was airborne for about 86 minutes* and hit altitudes of 7,000 kilometres. [01/11, 12:19 pm] null: 3️⃣ *Hello Kitty turns 50 on Friday, the cute, enigmatic character* that adorns everything from handbags to rice cookers still making millions for her Japanese creators. 🇯🇵 The simple *design of the character -- who is not a cat, but a little girl from London* according to Sanrio, the company behind Kitty -- has mileage as a money-spinner for years to come, experts say. One woman in the US state of California has amassed *so much Hello Kitty merchandise that her husband built her a pink so-called _"she-shed"_* to keep it in. *Stuffed inside are thousands of toys and other items featuring Kitty and her eye-catching red bow,* including rows of sunglasses, a swivel chair and novelty gumball dispensers.
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  • The Cursed Hair


    Deep in the heart of Obajere, a village where old ways never die, a legend haunted the people: the tale of Iyabo, the woman with the hair of the dead. They said Iyabo was the village beauty, with hair so long and thick that it swept the ground behind her. But her beauty came with a price, one that would take over fifty lives before it was finally put to rest.

    It all began when Iyabo’s mother found a strange man’s hair buried in a bundle near the well, tied with a red ribbon and stained with dried blood. She should have thrown it away, but she took it home, believing it might carry some ancient power. She wove it into her daughter’s hair, thinking it would bring them good fortune. But from that day, Iyabo’s hair began to grow uncontrollably, its texture thickening, its strands twisting around each other in knots too tight to break. Her hair felt alive—almost hungry.

    At first, people only whispered. Iyabo’s hair would move strangely in the night, coiling around her bedposts, and sometimes reaching out as if searching for something. The young girl dismissed it as imagination, but one night, her little brother went missing. His bed was empty, save for a single, thick strand of her hair.

    Days turned into weeks, and one by one, people in the village vanished. Each time, they found a trail of hair leading back to Iyabo’s house. Her hair now seemed to move on its own, slithering over walls, creeping through windows, and wrapping itself around anything warm and alive. It fed off life itself.

    By the time her mother realized what she had unleashed, it was too late. Her hair was no longer just hair; it was a living curse, drawing souls from the bodies it entangled, their screams trapped forever within each strand. No knife, no fire could cut it. The hair grew thicker and darker with every life it claimed, swirling around Iyabo’s form until she became an unmoving prisoner within the very thing that once defined her beauty.

    The village elders finally gathered, chanting prayers, and burning herbs. But when they arrived at Iyabo's home, the hair burst through the windows like a tidal wave, wrapping around anyone too close, suffocating them in seconds. Those who survived fled, leaving the village abandoned.

    Today, they say if you wander too close to Obajere, you'll feel a faint brush of hair against your ankle. And if you hear the whisper of someone calling your name, don’t turn around. For in the shadows, Iyabo’s hair still searches for its next victim, each strand carrying the screams of the souls it has taken, waiting to pull someone else into its dark, eternal embrace.
    The Cursed Hair Deep in the heart of Obajere, a village where old ways never die, a legend haunted the people: the tale of Iyabo, the woman with the hair of the dead. They said Iyabo was the village beauty, with hair so long and thick that it swept the ground behind her. But her beauty came with a price, one that would take over fifty lives before it was finally put to rest. It all began when Iyabo’s mother found a strange man’s hair buried in a bundle near the well, tied with a red ribbon and stained with dried blood. She should have thrown it away, but she took it home, believing it might carry some ancient power. She wove it into her daughter’s hair, thinking it would bring them good fortune. But from that day, Iyabo’s hair began to grow uncontrollably, its texture thickening, its strands twisting around each other in knots too tight to break. Her hair felt alive—almost hungry. At first, people only whispered. Iyabo’s hair would move strangely in the night, coiling around her bedposts, and sometimes reaching out as if searching for something. The young girl dismissed it as imagination, but one night, her little brother went missing. His bed was empty, save for a single, thick strand of her hair. Days turned into weeks, and one by one, people in the village vanished. Each time, they found a trail of hair leading back to Iyabo’s house. Her hair now seemed to move on its own, slithering over walls, creeping through windows, and wrapping itself around anything warm and alive. It fed off life itself. By the time her mother realized what she had unleashed, it was too late. Her hair was no longer just hair; it was a living curse, drawing souls from the bodies it entangled, their screams trapped forever within each strand. No knife, no fire could cut it. The hair grew thicker and darker with every life it claimed, swirling around Iyabo’s form until she became an unmoving prisoner within the very thing that once defined her beauty. The village elders finally gathered, chanting prayers, and burning herbs. But when they arrived at Iyabo's home, the hair burst through the windows like a tidal wave, wrapping around anyone too close, suffocating them in seconds. Those who survived fled, leaving the village abandoned. Today, they say if you wander too close to Obajere, you'll feel a faint brush of hair against your ankle. And if you hear the whisper of someone calling your name, don’t turn around. For in the shadows, Iyabo’s hair still searches for its next victim, each strand carrying the screams of the souls it has taken, waiting to pull someone else into its dark, eternal embrace.
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  • Here are some motivational quotes inspired by elephants:

    *Strength & Resilience*

    1. "Like an elephant, stand strong and unshaken in the face of adversity."
    2. "Elephants don't forget; remember your strengths and build on them."

    *Wisdom & Intelligence*

    1. "An elephant's wisdom teaches us to think deeply and act thoughtfully."
    2. "Elephants' excellent memory reminds us to learn from our experiences."

    *Family & Loyalty*

    1. "Elephants' family bonds show us the power of loyalty and protection."
    2. "Just like an elephant herd, surround yourself with supportive loved ones."

    *Perseverance & Patience*

    1. "Elephants march together, steady and slow; persistence conquers obstacles."
    2. "Like an elephant's gentle pace, take steady steps towards your goals."

    *Courage & Confidence*

    1. "Elephants roar loud, fearless and proud; find your inner courage."
    2. "Stand tall like an elephant, unwavering in your convictions."

    *Inspiration*

    1. "Elephants never forget their roots; stay grounded and humble."
    2. "An elephant's majestic presence inspires us to live grandly."
    Here are some motivational quotes inspired by elephants: *Strength & Resilience* 1. "Like an elephant, stand strong and unshaken in the face of adversity." 2. "Elephants don't forget; remember your strengths and build on them." *Wisdom & Intelligence* 1. "An elephant's wisdom teaches us to think deeply and act thoughtfully." 2. "Elephants' excellent memory reminds us to learn from our experiences." *Family & Loyalty* 1. "Elephants' family bonds show us the power of loyalty and protection." 2. "Just like an elephant herd, surround yourself with supportive loved ones." *Perseverance & Patience* 1. "Elephants march together, steady and slow; persistence conquers obstacles." 2. "Like an elephant's gentle pace, take steady steps towards your goals." *Courage & Confidence* 1. "Elephants roar loud, fearless and proud; find your inner courage." 2. "Stand tall like an elephant, unwavering in your convictions." *Inspiration* 1. "Elephants never forget their roots; stay grounded and humble." 2. "An elephant's majestic presence inspires us to live grandly."
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  • I don tire for this country Ajeh
    I don tire for this country Ajeh 😢😢
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  • They can convince each other to hate you
    But they can't convince God to stop blessing you
    You need more enemies
    Than friends
    Is another month
    Jah for your Majesty increase the blessing
    And I thank you for the blessing of life given to me
    They can convince each other to hate you ☝️ But they can't convince God to stop blessing you 👏 You need more enemies 🤔 Than friends ☝️ Is another month 👏 Jah for your Majesty increase the blessing 🙏 And I thank you for the blessing of life given to me 👏🙏🤲💯
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  • Elara's Journey of Transformation

    #juniorjoyland

    #fairytales #kindness #dreambig #magicaljourney #selfdiscovery

    #Story

    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.
    Elara's Journey of Transformation #juniorjoyland #fairytales #kindness #dreambig #magicaljourney #selfdiscovery #Story 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.
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