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The Rope: The night fell heavy on the heights of the mountains and the man could not see anything. There was zero visibility; the moon and the stars were covered by the clouds. When he was just a few feet below the top of the mountain, he slipped and fell into the air, falling at great speed. He could see only black spots as he went down, and feel the terrible sensation of being sucked in by gravity. He kept falling, and in those moments of great fear, all the good and bad episodes of his life came to his mind. He was thinking now about how close death was getting, when all of a sudden he felt the rope tied to his waist pull him very hard. His body was hanging in the air. Only the rope was holding him. In that moment of stillness he had no choice other than to scream, "Help me God." All of a sudden, a deep voice coming from the sky answered, "What do you want me to do?" "Save me God." "Do you really think I can save you?" "Of course, I believe you can." "Then cut the rope tied to your waist." There was a moment of silence. The moment passed, and the man decided to hold on to the rope with all his strength. The rescue team says that the next day, the climber was found dead and frozen, his body hanging from a rope, and his hands holding it tight. He was only one foot away from the ground. How attached are we to our ropes? Will we let them go? Don't ever doubt God. We should have enough faith to cut the rope, if that is what God tells us to do, even when it seems to be the most foolish thing to do.

38 TIPS FOR COOKING OKRO SOUP RECIPES ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Tip 1: The smaller you slice your okro, the slimmer it becomes. Tip 2: Don't cover your okro soup when cooking it, because it will make it watery and not draw well. Also after cooking your okro soup, allow it to cool down before covering it. Tip 3: Lots of onions can make an okro soup less viscous/slimy. Tip 4: Be careful not to overcook your okro vegetable or else, it might begins to turn brown and loses its crunchiness. Tip 5: To preserve your raw okro for up to 8 months, wash the okro, sliced them, wrap the sliced okro with aluminum foil, put it in the freezer and bring them out from the freezer the next day. Then remove and put the frozen okro in a Ziploc bag and place the Ziploc bag in the freezer, in order to store them for months. As long as they are frozen, they will still remain fresh and won't change their colour. Tip 6: Whenever you want to cook your okro soup with your sliced frozen okro, just put it in the soup as it is frozen, for it not to lose its freshness and crunchiness. Tip 7: Okro is a very fast perishable vegetable even before cooking it as soup or after you have cooked it as soup. Tip 8: Your okro can be blended, grated, chopped, sliced or pounded. Tip 9: You can cook your okro soup together with your ogbono. Tip 10: Always cook your okro soup on medium to low heat, in order not to kill the freshness of the okro. Tip 11: Fresh fish or iced fish is very good to cook your okro soup and you can also mix it with meat when cooking your okro soup. Tip 12: You can use fresh tomatoes to garnish your okro soup and it is only done on frying method. In case, you don't like the slimy texture of the soup, try adding fresh tomatoes, due to the acids it has. Tip 13: You can use any meat or fish of your choice to cook this delicious soup. Tip 14: The Shelled or removed shell periwinkles can be used in preparing frying method of okro soup while, the removed shell periwinkles can only be used in the cooking method. Tip 15: Okro soup that is fried, is always less thicker and less slimy than the one that is cooked. Tip 16: If you are frying your okro, make sure you chop it into big chunks. Tip 17: When buying okro, always look for smooth and tender green pods without brown spots or dried ends. Tip 18: You can store your okro in the fridge for up to 4 days before cooking them. Tip 19: You can cut/slice your okro according to your desired shapes and sizes. Tip 20: Your seafoods can be used to cook your okro soup. It is perfect for it. Tip 21: Avoid washing your okro until you are ready to use it. Tip 22: If the okro sliminess really bothers you, you can reduce it. Cooking or frying on high heat will reduce the sliminess of the okro, while cooking on low heat for prolong period will actually increase it. Tip 23: Okro soup is mostly cooked as a one time meal or for a day, because it goes spoil quickly. Tip 24: Okro can be cooked separately plain and served with stew. Tip 25: If you want to reduce the sliminess of the okro, consider chopping them instead. Tip 26: If you want your okro to over draw, pound it with mortal and pestle. Tip 27: You can cook your okro soup white, without adding palm oil. Tip 28: Amala goes better with okro and stew. Tip 29: Okro soup is commonly eaten with Eba or fufu. Tip 30: In Yoruba land, plain okro soup is mostly accompanied with buka stew. Tip 31: You can turn your raw okro into powdered form, by drying and grinding it into smooth powder. This powdered okro is mostly used by the Hausa people to cook miyan kubewa (dried okro soup). Tip 32: Okro soup can be cooked with any of the vegetable leaves such as pumpkin leaf, bitter leaf, uziza leaf, utazi leaf etc. Tip 33: Ogbono soup can be added to okro soup, to enhance the drawness of the soup. Tip 34: Okro soup is a versatile soup that goes with any protein of your choice. Tip 35: Okro soup is a versatile soup that goes with any swallow of your choice. Tip 36: Okro soup is a versatile soup that can be cooked with local spices such as African nutmeg, locust bean, uziza seeds, aridan fruit etc. Tip 37: Okro soup is the only soup that you can use meat and fresh iced fish together to cook it. Tip 38: Whenever you buy okro, and you don't want to cook it that same day, and you don't have fridge to store it, just leave it open in a bowl, so that air will touch it, don't leave it in the nylon you bought it. Bonus: Okro goes best with seafoods, local spices and uziza leaf. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Written by: Food Research Kitchen Credit Owners

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The Collector Martha had just moved into her new apartment, a small, dim place with creaky floors and peeling wallpaper. The landlord had left a dusty, ancient standing fan in the corner of the living room, warning her that the building’s air conditioning barely worked. On her first night, Martha decided to turn on the fan. It rattled to life with a shaky hum, and as she sat on the couch, she felt an odd chill. She leaned forward to examine it, only to notice something strange on the fan blades. They weren’t just covered in dust—there were dark stains, like faint brown fingerprints. She shivered, brushing it off as rust. The next night, she noticed something even stranger. As the fan turned, she could have sworn she saw something in the reflection of its metal blades. A face, distorted by the spinning, staring back at her. She turned the fan off and rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, it was just her own reflection, wide-eyed and tired. But that night, Martha was awakened by a soft murmur, the sound of whispering, as if from the fan itself. Half asleep, she got out of bed and wandered into the living room. The fan was off, yet the blades were spinning slowly, as if powered by something unseen. She stared, horrified, as faint, ghostly figures began to form in the blades’ reflection—faces filled with terror, eyes wide, mouths open as if screaming in silence. Each turn of the fan seemed to capture a new face, each one more twisted and desperate than the last. A faint whisper floated out, chilling her to the core: "One more…join us." Frozen with terror, Martha backed away, but it was too late. The fan suddenly spun at a violent speed, a cold wind pulling her forward, closer and closer. Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw was her own terrified face, merging into the fan’s endless cycle of trapped souls. The next morning, the landlord found the apartment empty. And the fan? It stood in the corner, silent and still—except for one more faint, ghostly face reflecting off the dusty blades.

Our rent expired We're supposed to renew our rent but my husband lost his job he called the landlord and told him about it he sent him 6 months payments after one month again Landlord send us quit notice My husband call him that he should calm down that he is going to pay he said no that we should park out My husband got another job Trying to gather up the remaining balance to give to the landlord This landlord tell the court to frozen my husband account Since three months now Telling us that when we park out he will on frozen the account

The End The world ended at 4:00 a.m., but nobody knew it. Emma woke to silence. The kind that pressed against her ears and buzzed like static. Her phone lay on the nightstand, dark and cold. No calls, no messages. Strange. She hadn’t received a single message since she went to bed. She shook her head, chalking it up to a network glitch, and went to the window to pull back the curtains. Outside, there was no dawn. No city lights. Just an endless, consuming darkness, swallowing the streets and houses whole. Everything appeared frozen, still as if caught in the snapshot of some unknown force. She squinted, searching for any flicker, any sign of life. Nothing. Panic crawled up her throat, but she suppressed it. She walked downstairs to find her roommate, Sarah, hoping she'd be up. But when Emma opened Sarah's bedroom door, the room was empty, and the sheets were stiff and brittle, like they’d been left untouched for centuries. With growing dread, Emma opened her front door and stepped into the street, calling out for anyone. Her voice echoed, hollow and distant, as if swallowed by an invisible void. She was alone. Her skin prickled, and she sensed something watching from the dark—a presence that felt timeless, heavy, and ancient. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was there, lingering at the edge of the shadows, just beyond her sight. She turned to go back inside, but her door was gone. Her house was gone. She stumbled back, her footsteps loud in the unnatural silence. There was only blackness behind her now, creeping closer, inch by inch, a void that devoured everything in its path. Her heart raced as she ran, but the blackness closed in, swallowing every trace of her world, leaving her trapped in its silent maw. She could feel her memories fading, dissolving like mist—the laughter of friends, the warmth of the sun, the smell of the earth after rain—all slipping away. Then she heard it. A faint whisper, barely audible, yet cutting through the silence with chilling clarity. "You are the last." Emma opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The dark surrounded her, closing in, pressing tighter and tighter until it was inside her. Her vision blurred, and the world dissolved into cold nothingness. She felt her own essence slipping away, her existence dwindling to nothing. The darkness had claimed her. And then there was only silence.

"Look" The house was silent when Fola heard a voice. It was faint, like a whisper carried through the walls. "Look." At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks. But then he heard it again, closer this time. "Look." Fola’s heart pounded as he lay in bed, every hair on his body standing on end. Slowly, he turned his head to the open door of his bedroom. Shadows flickered across the hallway outside, dancing like they had a life of their own. The voice echoed, now a soft, hoarse whisper just outside his room. "Look." Something dark shifted in the hallway, barely visible in the dimness. It seemed like a shape—like someone watching him. Fear rooted him in place, his breath shallow and sharp. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes and pretend it wasn’t there. But he couldn’t. His eyes were locked, drawn toward that shadowed figure in the doorway. The voice came once more, closer than ever. "Look." Finally, the shadow stepped forward, and he saw it clearly—a twisted face, pale and hollow, with eyes as black as night. It smiled, its mouth stretching impossibly wide, and he felt an icy grip around his throat. "Now… you’ll look forever." The shadow vanished, and Fola’s scream never came. All that was left was his frozen, wide-eyed stare—forever locked in terror, forever looking.