🚨 NELRO-B "Asake is big now, and a lot of his old friends complain that he no longer replies to their DMs. Personally, I have never sent him a DM because I know he won’t reply—he’s in a different space now. The kind of people he mingles with are not the same anymore. People forget that Asake suffered. During his university days, he was homeless, squatting from place to place. Even after school, he was still squatting. That’s how he stayed with me for a while. He deserves every bit of his success. All this 'we used to live together' talk and entitlement needs to stop. Naturally, he can't carry everybody along. If I get to his level, I’d do the same. Any of my friends who still want to be around should hustle, work hard, and meet me at the top. Asake is not ignoring people on purpose." — Asake's childhood friend, Yemi Elesho Follow our backup page Nelro-B BackUp Page Thank You YBNL MAFIA'S FAMILY ❣️👑💯

When we were still kids, anytime our mom buys milk and Milo, we will just be jubilating and before you know it the milk will finish. We were always using two tins of milk against one tin of Milo, there's hardly anything we will eat then as kids that we will not add milk, Even the tasting while making the tea will finished the milk. So during one holiday like that, I decided to visit my aunty, let me go and eat all the good good things in the city, as I reach with my dad that very day, everything was okay, my aunty served us better soup and Garri. Very early the next day my dad left without my notice. I didn't even know when day break sef, until my aunt woke me up for breakfast, I was very happy inside me, chai this is the type of life I have always dreamt of, sleep wake up and eat, no stress at all. I got to the dining table and saw the shock of my life, one spoon of milk inside mug with Lipton not even Milo, with two slices of bread. Tears full my eyes, this is the kind of food they used to give to prisoners now, God who sent me, is this the reason this woman woke me up from my sleep?. Me that used to drink tea with who sent you cup. I now used style to asked after my Dad and was told he has gone, ha I'm finished, bread and tea that we used to use as appetizer, hmmmn I just drank the thing with hope of eating that kind of soup I ate in the night. People of God, it was 12 o'clock no show, 1 o'clock no show, 2 o'clock no show, till around 3 o'clock before this woman come give us food, Garri wey I dey finished 2cups only me, na him 4 people eat. I felt sick immediately. I can endure everything but definitely not hunger. This woman get mind go buy me medicine to drink, did I tell her I need drugs, madam I need food, abi them they take drugs on empty stomach ni? To call the long story short, holiday I plan on staying for one month ended in two days. I can't come and k!// myself by myself.😅 #childhood

The way you treat your mother is the way life will treat you. A mother is the source of love and life. A mother is made of unconditional love, a love that no one else can give you. Don't judge her. How many times have you sat down to listen to her? To have a conversation with her about her past? Perhaps she never told you about the miserable life she had to endure before you came along. Maybe she never shared the wounds she carries, the scars that reopen every time she remembers them... the painful childhood and adolescence she lived through. The difficult moments she endured when no one listened to her, when she was mistreated, leaving traces of harsh words, poverty, fears, and abuse. How many hidden sorrows does she carry in her heart, ones she never shared with you—so you wouldn't have a distorted image of her life? Out of love, she chose not to tell you, or perhaps silence became her refuge to avoid suffering further. Treat her well, like the unique treasure she is in your life. Doing so will bring you blessings, peace, joy, stability, and a long life. And remember, the way you treat your mother is how others will treat you. People around you will learn from your actions and the love you show. There is only one mother—if you don’t value her now, you may regret it in the future when sleepless nights haunt you. It won’t be your mother keeping you awake—it will be your own demons of disobedience and disrespect that refuse to let you rest.

If you do not address your childhood traumas, your romantic relationships will.

🙌🪐🍀 The winner takes all. I have a theory: if you put in 80%, you get 80% back. But if you put in 100%, you get 1,000% back. The last 20% is where the magic happens. Because almost nobody is mad enough to go all in. Only a perfect storm of delusion, obsession and a pinch of childhood trauma makes that extra 20% possible. It's the part where you keep going long after logic says retreat. Where your biggest weakness becomes your biggest strength: an inability to stop. Because at a certain point, success isn't about talent or luck. It's about who's willing to suffer for the longest. Pain is the filter. Few pass it. #delusional #willingness #winner #winningmindset #winning #mindset #positivemindset #success #inspire #inspiration #motivation #motivational #motivationalquotes

🙌🪐🍀 The winner takes all. I have a theory: if you put in 80%, you get 80% back. But if you put in 100%, you get 1,000% back. The last 20% is where the magic happens. Because almost nobody is mad enough to go all in. Only a perfect storm of delusion, obsession and a pinch of childhood trauma makes that extra 20% possible. It's the part where you keep going long after logic says retreat. Where your biggest weakness becomes your biggest strength: an inability to stop. Because at a certain point, success isn't about talent or luck. It's about who's willing to suffer for the longest. Pain is the filter. Few pass it. #delusional #willingness #winner #winningmindset #winning #mindset #positivemindset #success #inspire #inspiration #motivation #motivational #motivationalquotes

Looking at my childhood picture and tears rolling down my face

The period of early childhood is not the period of university but the period of birth to age six

Early childhood is the key to the betterment of the society

A TALE OF SECOND CHANCES💕 Once upon a time there lived a wealthy man named Ted. He had countless properties scattered across the globe and acres upon acres of fertile land for orchards, ranches, and timber farms. His wealth and fame drew women to him from far and wide. And although his marital plans had been to settle with one woman, he ended up with three wives by the time he reached his thirty-fifth year. MaryAnn was the first, the wife of his youth, his first love. They’d been together when the world knew little of his existence. She’d stood by his side when he was nothing but a struggling, laboring farmer in a lord’s farm that offered employment to the villagers. She’d agreed to marry him in his low state despite her parents’ and friends’ warnings. Moving into their little house had been one of her happiest moments, and the honeymoon spent along the little river behind their humble home was an experience she cherished forever. She’d been pregnant with their first child when a letter had come from the village attorney summoning Ted to the magistrate’s office. It was a turn of events that would change the course of their lives forever. The summons had been on account of a sick lord who owned a gigantic estate in their village, testifying that Ted was his son whom he’d lost and thought dead since childhood. A DNA test had been carried out, and the claim had proven true. Lord Engred, as MaryAnn came to know him, bequeathed his entire estate to Ted upon his death and absorbed him into the life of the bourgeoisie... To be continued. ©️Racheal Sam #RainbowTalesbyRachealSam #viralstories #bedtimestories #MoralStory #fictionbooks #fictionwriter