Dairy Farming.
Raise cows or goats for milk production, creating opportunities for value-added products like cheese, yogurt and butter.

Livestock Breeding.

Specialize in breeding high-quality cattle, sheep or goats for meat or dairy production.

ONE CHNACE

It was a cool evening in Gwarinpa, and I had just finished a long, frustrating day.
The city lights flickered as I stood by the roadside, waiting for a taxi to take me to Wuse, a green and white painted cab slowed down beside me.
The driver, a middle aged man with tribal marks, leaned out.

“Wuse?” I asked.

“Enter, na one seat remain,” he replied.

The back seat had three women, well dressed and chatting casually and that put me at ease.

I settled in beside them, The car smelled of air freshener mixed with something else, something I couldn’t place.

As we drove, the driver started a conversation about the state of the country. “This Nigeria don spoil finish,” he said, shaking his head. The women hummed in agreement.

I wasn’t interested, I just wanted to get home.

The next thing I knew was that I woke up with a pounding headache, my body weak, my clothes were still on, but my wrists and ankles were sore.
I tried to move but I was chained.

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.
I turned my head, and my stomach clenched, Human skulls stacked like firewood, limbs, torsos, and flesh hanging from hooks like a butcher’s shop.

My breath came in shallow gasps.

A man in a dirty apron walked past, carrying a severed arm as if it were a piece of goat meat.
In the dim flickering light, I saw buyers, they pointed at different body parts, negotiating prices.

I was in an abattoir for humans.

Panic sets in, my mind screamed, but my mouth couldn’t, the air felt thick, suffocating.

I wasn’t alone, beside me others were chained, some unconscious, some awake but too weak to fight.

Then, I saw her. One of the women from the taxi, She was standing freely withno chains, she whispered something to a guard, then walked toward me.

“You’re awake,” she said.
Her tone was casual, as if we were discussing the weather.

“You…you were in the taxi…” My voice cracked.

She smirked. “Of course. We needed a full car.”

I wanted to scream, to curse, to cry but what was the point?

Just then, a commotion broke out. A man in a white kaftan stormed in, his voice booming. “Where is my order? I don’t have time”.

The butcher hurriedly brought a tray, the man examined a severed head, poked at the limbs, and then suddenly frowned.

“This is not fresh enough” He shouted. “I need someone alive”

My heart stopped.

“Bring that one,” the butcher pointed at me.

The butcher grabbed my arm, his grip ironclad.
My body was weak, my limbs barely responding.

The man in the white kaftan studied me, his eyes cold and calculating. “This one is fresh. How much?”

“Alive, 15 million,” the butcher said, tightening his grip on my wrist. “Dead, we process it and give you parts.”

“Alive,” the man said without hesitation.

Terror swallowed me whole, my breath came in ragged gulps, this was it. My body was about to be sold like a piece of meat.

The woman from the taxi smirked, leaning against the blood stained wall.

I clenched my fists, I refused to die like this.

Suddenly, the lights flickered.
The generator sputtered, the momentary darkness was enough then, gunshots.

The entire room erupted in chaos.
A group of armed men stormed in, shouting, the captors scrambled, some running, others pulling out weapons.

A bullet shattered a lantern, and flames erupted. I felt hands on me, firm but urgent.

“Move Move”

I was yanked up and pulled through a narrow passage, legs barely worked, but I ran.

Outside, I gulped fresh air, coughing. The night sky stretched above me like salvation.

I was thrown into a waiting van, surrounded by people, some crying, some unconscious.

It was later I learned the truth.

The police had been tracking them for months.
A syndicate, selling human parts to the highest bidder ritualists, organ traffickers, the worst of humanity.

They raided just in time, I survived but many didn’t.

I sat in silence, staring at the city lights through the van window.

Abuja looked normal and peaceful .

But now I knew the truth, Some taxis aren’t taxis. Some passengers aren’t victims and some roads lead to places you never return from.
Bilkiss writes

#fiction

If you ever think of visiting your girlfriend at home, make sure you do background checks on her family. Check her father’s occupation, her mother’s prayer life, and whether her younger brother has a bad mouth. Otherwise, you might end up in a situation like mine where I, a humble Nigerian youth, became a carpenter by force because of love.

It all started on a bright Saturday afternoon. My girlfriend, Chiamaka, had been disturbing me to come and visit her at home. Normally, I preferred neutral grounds like eateries, cinemas, or under a mango tree where nobody could interrogate me. But on this fateful day, she assured me that nobody was at home.

“My parents traveled, and my younger brother went for football practice,” she said sweetly over the phone.

My inner agbaya rejoiced. An empty house? No parental disturbance? No wahala? It was time to operate.

I dressed like a responsible in-law-to-be clean shirt, fresh jeans, and perfume that could summon angels. I even bought small suya on the way to impress her.

By the time I arrived, Chiamaka was already at the door, smiling like a new bride. I entered, sat down, and we started gisting. Before I knew it, one thing led to another. The atmosphere changed. The mood was set. We were about to enter the promised land when suddenly…

GBOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!

The front door slammed open.

My soul left my body.

WHEN FEAR REWIRES YOUR DESTINY

Standing at the door was a huge, dark-skinned, no-nonsense-looking soldier in full camouflage uniform. His boots alone could kick me into the afterlife. His face? Fear itself would be scared of him.

“Chiamaka!” his deep voice boomed. “Who is this??”

My girlfriend froze. I froze. Time froze. Even the mosquito that was about to bite me froze in mid-air.

“O-o-o-oh Daddy,” she stammered. “You’re back early.”

EARLY? So this was the “traveled” she was talking about? I had been set up by love!

Her father’s eyes scanned me from head to toe, analyzing my life choices. Then his face hardened.

“You,” he barked, pointing at me. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

At that moment, my brain completely abandoned me. My survival instinct kicked in and activated my carpentry skills.

I coughed, stood up, and in my most humble voice, said:

“Sir, good afternoon, sir. I am Henry… THE CARPENTER, sir.”

“Carpenter?” the man’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes, sir!” I said, nodding like an agama lizard. “I, uh, I came to fix… fix…”

I looked around desperately. My eyes landed on a wooden chair.

“THAT CHAIR, SIR! Chiamaka complained that it was shaking, so I came to repair it.”

I gave Chiamaka a sharp “cooperate-or-we-die” look. She quickly nodded.

“Yes, Daddy! The chair was shaking!”

Her father eyed us suspiciously.

“Really? So where are your tools?”

Tools? Oh boy.

I swallowed hard. “Sir, my apprentice is outside with them! Let me just go and”

“SHUT UP!”

I shut up.

The man walked over to the chair and sat on it. Then he folded his arms and looked at me.

“Since you’re a carpenter, fix it.”

I swear, at that moment, I saw my obituary poster flash before my eyes.

I bent down beside the chair, pretending to inspect it. Meanwhile, my brain was screaming “JESUS, DELIVER ME!”

I started tapping the chair like a professional. I even nodded and hummed like a master carpenter analyzing deep furniture secrets.

Then I picked up a bottle of Chiamaka’s perfume from the table and used it to spray the chair joints like I was applying wood polish.

Chiamaka’s father frowned. “What are you doing?”

I quickly wiped the chair’s leg with my hand. “Just lubricating the surface, sir!”

The man stared at me for a long time. Then, to my horror, he smiled.

“Young man, you are very hardworking,” he said. “I like that. Come to the backyard, I have more furniture that needs fixing.”

WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

I had no choice but to follow him outside. My girlfriend? She had disappeared into the kitchen to “look for something.” Useless girl!

For the next one hour, I was in the backyard sweating like a Christmas goat. This man made me carry wood, hammer nails, and even repaint an old table. I was suffering for love!

At some point, he patted my shoulder and said, “My daughter needs a responsible man like you. In fact, I will introduce you to my soldier friends. They need carpentry work too.”

GOD FORBID!

By the time he finally dismissed me, my clean clothes were covered in sawdust, sweat, and regret. Chiamaka sneaked outside and whispered, “Baby, sorry.”

I gave her a “You will hear from me” look and ran for my life before the man asked me to build him a whole house.

Since that day, whenever I hear “carpenter,” I start sweating. Because love almost turned me into a laborer.

My goat just born dog this afternoon

“Eating healthy is expensive”
“I don’t have time to cook”

STOP PLAYING CHESS WITH YOUR HEALTH

Here are some cooking ideas to help you create quick healthy recipes.

You can try on a go.

The foods listed will help you:

-Prevent unnecessary weight gain

-Boost your mood

-Revive your energy

And make you feel good again.

The key to healthy eating should not emphasize on “balance diet” in other words balance diet is an old paradigm that should be discarded for good.

Because, “balanced diet” modeled around eating more carbs, less protein and fats.

This is not a sustainable way to eat especially if you are seeking to lose or maintain weight and also optimize your micronutrients intake.

So the most nutrient dense food should be your priority.

They are(in order of nutrient density/availability):

1. Meats:beef, chicken,goat meat, ponmo, turkey, rabbit, pork, wild game etc.

2. Eggs(Any edible eggs available).

3. Offals; Liver, hearts, intestines, and lungs of ruminants

4. Seafoods: All edible fish in the order of nutrient density fresh fish>smoked fish>dry fish. Limit frying of fish; shrimp, prawns, crabs,oysters, sea snails, calamari etc.

5. Seasonal fruits: mango, African star apple(udara), Avocado, among other seasonal fruits.

6. Non starchy vegetables: Local vegetables; cucumber, garden eggs, tomatoes, green peas, green beans, bell peppers carrots, etc. Leafy greens; pumpkin leaf,garden egg leaf, spinach etc. Exotic vegetables; cauliflower, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and Kale.

7. Starchy vegetables: Grains; rice. Tuber; yam, potatoes, coco yam. Legumes; Beans, lentils.

This category is where you should practice moderation and must be paired with any of the above categories.

It’s very important not to forget the healthy fats category.

Choose from: olive oil, coconut oil, beef tallow, Avocado oil(most in Nigerian markets are fake) lard, ghee, butter and pure palm oil.

My Favorite quick combos.

1. Yam and egg sauce

2. 4-5 boiled eggs with mix vegetable sauce.

3. 4 Egged omelette with mixed vegetables sautéed in olive oil on side.

4. Any of yam or plantain porridge with smoked fish.

5. Boiled Beef and Salt.

You can also try rice with plenty of leafy greens and boiled eggs.

Beans cooked with plenty crayfish and smoked fish.

Any swallow of choice except semo and wheat(portion controlled) with plenty protein rich soups.

Thanks for reading.

The kingdom of God to which we belong is a spiritual kingdom.therein we carry out spiritual ministry and offer spiritual sacrifices. This is why its so important that we are spiritually minded, because the sacrifices we offer to God must be spiritual sacrifices.

God moved from the sacrifices of bulls and goats that couldn't take away sin , to spiritual sacrifices.

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