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  • Smartest Man in the World

    A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble. In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute and yelled to the passengers that they better jump, and he himself bailed out.

    Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining.

    The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save lives, so I must live," and jumped out.

    The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live." He also grabbed a parachute and jumped.

    The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace."

    The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry Father. The smartest man in the world just took off with my back pack."

    Moral: Your job doesn't always define you, but being a Good Human being Does.
    Smartest Man in the World A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble. In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute and yelled to the passengers that they better jump, and he himself bailed out. Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining. The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save lives, so I must live," and jumped out. The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live." He also grabbed a parachute and jumped. The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace." The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry Father. The smartest man in the world just took off with my back pack." Moral: Your job doesn't always define you, but being a Good Human being Does.
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  • Online in-laws couldn't help but share their take on a recent exchange between Veekee James and her husband after she forgot to wear her wedding ring. Details in the comments.

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    Online in-laws couldn't help but share their take on a recent exchange between Veekee James and her husband after she forgot to wear her wedding ring. Details in the comments. Credit: Instagram/veekeejames
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  • The Endless Cry


    Late one night, in a quiet village surrounded by dense woods, a loud, heart-wrenching cry shattered the silence. It was a sound that would make your blood run cold—a desperate, unending wail that seemed to come from deep within the forest. No one knew where it came from or why, but everyone feared it. The cry had been heard every night for years, and no one who dared to search for its source had ever returned.

    For a long time, people in the village avoided talking about it, believing that mentioning the cry would only bring its horror closer. But one man, Jacob, a newcomer to the village, scoffed at the stories. "It’s just some wild animal," he said. "I'll find it and prove it’s nothing."

    The villagers begged him not to go, warning him of the disappearances and the strange occurrences. But Jacob was stubborn and prideful, so as night fell, he grabbed his lantern and headed into the forest, following the sound of the cry.

    The deeper he went, the louder the cry grew. It seemed to echo from everywhere, leading him through twisting paths, deeper than he’d ever gone before. The trees loomed over him like silent, watching figures, their branches reaching out as if trying to keep him from going further. But he kept pushing forward, determined to solve the mystery.

    After what felt like hours, he finally reached a small clearing. In the center of it was an old, crumbling well, half-hidden by overgrown weeds and vines. The cry seemed to be coming from inside the well, echoing up from the darkness below. The sound was softer now, but more desperate, like someone calling for help.

    Jacob leaned over the edge, holding his lantern above the opening. "Hello?" he called, his voice trembling. "Is someone down there?"

    For a moment, there was silence. Then, a weak voice answered from the darkness. "Help me… I’m trapped…" The voice was thin and pitiful, barely more than a whisper, but it sounded human.

    Without thinking, Jacob began lowering himself down into the well. He placed his lantern at the edge and climbed down carefully, gripping the damp stones. The further he went, the colder and darker it became. And then, as he neared the bottom, he saw something moving in the shadows—a figure, crouched against the wall.

    "Who… who are you?" Jacob asked, his voice trembling.

    The figure looked up, and Jacob felt his heart stop. It was a woman, or what was left of one—her skin was pale and clammy, her eyes sunken and hollow, and her mouth twisted into a wide, unnatural grin that stretched from ear to ear. The cries that had filled the night poured from her open mouth, but her eyes were cold, dead, staring blankly through him.

    Before Jacob could scream, her bony, claw-like hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, her fingers icy and sharp. "You heard my cry…" she whispered, her voice now a low hiss. "And now… you will stay."

    Jacob struggled, but her grip was impossibly strong. The walls of the well began to close in, as if the stones themselves were moving, trapping him. The last thing he saw was her face, inches from his own, her grin widening as she pulled him deeper into the darkness.

    Back in the village, the cry continued to echo through the forest, as it had every night. And now, if you listen closely, you can hear two voices—one a woman’s, hollow and desperate, and the other a man’s, pleading and terrified—both calling out in an endless, eternal cry for help.
    The Endless Cry Late one night, in a quiet village surrounded by dense woods, a loud, heart-wrenching cry shattered the silence. It was a sound that would make your blood run cold—a desperate, unending wail that seemed to come from deep within the forest. No one knew where it came from or why, but everyone feared it. The cry had been heard every night for years, and no one who dared to search for its source had ever returned. For a long time, people in the village avoided talking about it, believing that mentioning the cry would only bring its horror closer. But one man, Jacob, a newcomer to the village, scoffed at the stories. "It’s just some wild animal," he said. "I'll find it and prove it’s nothing." The villagers begged him not to go, warning him of the disappearances and the strange occurrences. But Jacob was stubborn and prideful, so as night fell, he grabbed his lantern and headed into the forest, following the sound of the cry. The deeper he went, the louder the cry grew. It seemed to echo from everywhere, leading him through twisting paths, deeper than he’d ever gone before. The trees loomed over him like silent, watching figures, their branches reaching out as if trying to keep him from going further. But he kept pushing forward, determined to solve the mystery. After what felt like hours, he finally reached a small clearing. In the center of it was an old, crumbling well, half-hidden by overgrown weeds and vines. The cry seemed to be coming from inside the well, echoing up from the darkness below. The sound was softer now, but more desperate, like someone calling for help. Jacob leaned over the edge, holding his lantern above the opening. "Hello?" he called, his voice trembling. "Is someone down there?" For a moment, there was silence. Then, a weak voice answered from the darkness. "Help me… I’m trapped…" The voice was thin and pitiful, barely more than a whisper, but it sounded human. Without thinking, Jacob began lowering himself down into the well. He placed his lantern at the edge and climbed down carefully, gripping the damp stones. The further he went, the colder and darker it became. And then, as he neared the bottom, he saw something moving in the shadows—a figure, crouched against the wall. "Who… who are you?" Jacob asked, his voice trembling. The figure looked up, and Jacob felt his heart stop. It was a woman, or what was left of one—her skin was pale and clammy, her eyes sunken and hollow, and her mouth twisted into a wide, unnatural grin that stretched from ear to ear. The cries that had filled the night poured from her open mouth, but her eyes were cold, dead, staring blankly through him. Before Jacob could scream, her bony, claw-like hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, her fingers icy and sharp. "You heard my cry…" she whispered, her voice now a low hiss. "And now… you will stay." Jacob struggled, but her grip was impossibly strong. The walls of the well began to close in, as if the stones themselves were moving, trapping him. The last thing he saw was her face, inches from his own, her grin widening as she pulled him deeper into the darkness. Back in the village, the cry continued to echo through the forest, as it had every night. And now, if you listen closely, you can hear two voices—one a woman’s, hollow and desperate, and the other a man’s, pleading and terrified—both calling out in an endless, eternal cry for help.
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  • JOKES TIME

    1. Just bcoz ur girlfriend is smiling while
    pressing her phone dose not mean she is
    chēating on u, my brother, relax she is reading my post

    2. I know 80 percent of my friendshere don't know the meaning of "POS" it means "Pot Of Soup".* For interview sake, learn now.

    3. Enough is enough, boko - haram should
    leave our girls aløne, unless am going into
    dat fōrest with my Facebøok friends..

    4. When a girl says she wants a
    handsome man. She is not talking about
    looks but talking about: a Hand that has
    Some… You know what i mean.

    5. Having younger one's around you is stressful oo...See my life now I am drinking yugurt inside toilet


    6. i never knew the power of wëēd until I
    saw a 90years old man telling me he wants
    to be a lawyer in future....

    7. *You tell me "GO TO HĘLL" and you no give me transport fare 🤲🏽*
    *you want make i trek??*

    8. I started a fish pond business with just one fish am proud to tell you people that I have eaten the fish*

    9. To the person who discovered that Plantain could be fried. May your descendants never lack any good food.*

    10. Boy : Hello*
    _Girl : Hello_
    *Boy : I'am Solomon*
    _Girl : So??_
    *Boy : Lomon*


    11. Imagine after $ex, you hear some children from the Window saying*
    *"let's go, they have finished"*

    12. Cooking is hard o
    Am boiling egg since and the water don't want to dry

    13. When ki$$ing where do you like to put Ya hands
    Me: my pockets cause last time I lost 2k .

    My name is Ayoung Tita and I love putting smile on people's face
    🌝😍 JOKES TIME 😘❤ 1. Just bcoz ur girlfriend is smiling while pressing her phone dose not mean she is chēating on u, my brother, relax she is reading my post😂 2. I know 80 percent of my friendshere don't know the meaning of "POS" it means "Pot Of Soup".* For interview sake, learn now.🥺😂😂 3. Enough is enough, boko - haram should leave our girls aløne, unless am going into dat fōrest with my Facebøok friends..😅😁 4. When a girl says she wants a handsome man. She is not talking about looks but talking about: a Hand that has Some… You know what i mean.😂😅😆 5. Having younger one's around you is stressful oo...See my life now I am drinking yugurt inside toilet 😔😔 6. i never knew the power of wëēd until I saw a 90years old man telling me he wants to be a lawyer in future....😂😅😎 7. *You tell me "GO TO HĘLL" and you no give me transport fare 🥺🤲🏽* *you want make i trek??* 😒😒 8. I started a fish pond business with just one fish am proud to tell you people that I have eaten the fish* 😋😂 9. To the person who discovered that Plantain could be fried. May your descendants never lack any good food.*😋😁 10. Boy : Hello* _Girl : Hello_ *Boy : I'am Solomon* _Girl : So??_ *Boy : Lomon* 😂😂😂 11. Imagine after $ex, you hear some children from the Window saying* *"let's go, they have finished"🤨🤨🤔🤭* 12. Cooking is hard o Am boiling egg since and the water don't want to dry😫🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱 13. When ki$$ing where do you like to put Ya hands Me: my pockets cause last time I lost 2k 😭😆. My name is Ayoung Tita and I love putting smile on people's face
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  • Good morning! Here is today’s summary from Nigerian Newspapers:

    1. The Inspector-General of Police, Kayode Egbetokun, says the minors who fainted in court before their arraignment did it deliberately. Egbetokun, in a statement by Force Spokesperson, Muyiwa Adejobi, affirmed that under Nigerian law, individuals who have reached the age of criminal responsibility are accountable for their actions, regardless of their age.
    Good morning! Here is today’s summary from Nigerian Newspapers: 1. The Inspector-General of Police, Kayode Egbetokun, says the minors who fainted in court before their arraignment did it deliberately. Egbetokun, in a statement by Force Spokesperson, Muyiwa Adejobi, affirmed that under Nigerian law, individuals who have reached the age of criminal responsibility are accountable for their actions, regardless of their age.
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  • Childreñ who are the Leaders of Tomoŕŕow,are noŵ beìnĝ aŕraìnd in coùrt-This is the coùntrý were we leave in

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  • Home


    It started with a letter, left on Ethan’s doorstep with no stamp, no return address—just his name, scribbled in a jagged scrawl.

    “Welcome home, Ethan,” it read. That was all.

    After years of traveling, he had finally decided to settle back into his family’s old house, alone, on the edge of town. His parents had passed away there, years apart. Though the house was old, there was no reason to feel afraid—so why did it feel so unsettling? Why did he feel like something was watching him from the very walls?

    Shrugging it off, he unpacked and tried to rest, but that night, he heard it.

    Thud. Thud. Thud.

    A slow, rhythmic knocking from somewhere inside the house. It was faint at first, but it grew louder, insistent, like it was calling to him. As the noise echoed through the halls, he followed it to his bedroom closet, his heart pounding with an unknown dread.

    He opened the closet door to find it empty. Just a pitch-black darkness that felt unnervingly alive.

    Then, he heard a whisper, faint but unmistakable.

    “Welcome home, Ethan.”

    He recoiled, slamming the closet shut, but the dread in his chest grew. The house felt colder, darker. Shadows seemed to linger a little too long in the corners of his vision. They followed him from room to room, never quite in focus, but always there. And the whispers—they were everywhere, soft at first, but growing louder each night, calling his name.

    “Welcome home, Ethan.”

    One night, he awoke to find himself paralyzed, unable to move as shadows closed in around him. The walls seemed to breathe, pressing closer, the ceiling lowering, and those creeping shadows seemed to reach for him. The silence was suffocating, yet he could feel a presence above him, breathing, watching.

    A voice filled the room, low and distorted, each word carrying a hatred that made his blood freeze.

    “You left me here. Alone. Abandoned.”

    Ethan’s heart pounded as he recognized the voice—it was his father’s, twisted and broken. Then, another voice joined in, his mother’s, soft and accusing, her tone drenched in bitterness.

    “You can never leave, Ethan. You’re… home.”

    Ethan tried to move, to escape, but he was trapped. Cold, claw-like fingers wrapped around his ankles, pulling him down into the mattress, like the bed itself was swallowing him. He struggled, desperate to free himself, but the hands only gripped tighter, dragging him deeper into the darkness.

    The air thickened with the smell of decay, and shadows writhed around him, taking shape—a twisted figure with hollow, empty eyes and a sinister grin.

    “Welcome home, Ethan,” it whispered, just inches from his face. “You’ll never leave again.”

    The last thing he saw was its mouth opening far too wide, darkness spilling forth as it swallowed him whole.

    ---
    No one ever saw Ethan again. The house remains empty, but on quiet nights, neighbors swear they hear whispers inside, voices echoing through the empty rooms.

    “Welcome home.”
    Home It started with a letter, left on Ethan’s doorstep with no stamp, no return address—just his name, scribbled in a jagged scrawl. “Welcome home, Ethan,” it read. That was all. After years of traveling, he had finally decided to settle back into his family’s old house, alone, on the edge of town. His parents had passed away there, years apart. Though the house was old, there was no reason to feel afraid—so why did it feel so unsettling? Why did he feel like something was watching him from the very walls? Shrugging it off, he unpacked and tried to rest, but that night, he heard it. Thud. Thud. Thud. A slow, rhythmic knocking from somewhere inside the house. It was faint at first, but it grew louder, insistent, like it was calling to him. As the noise echoed through the halls, he followed it to his bedroom closet, his heart pounding with an unknown dread. He opened the closet door to find it empty. Just a pitch-black darkness that felt unnervingly alive. Then, he heard a whisper, faint but unmistakable. “Welcome home, Ethan.” He recoiled, slamming the closet shut, but the dread in his chest grew. The house felt colder, darker. Shadows seemed to linger a little too long in the corners of his vision. They followed him from room to room, never quite in focus, but always there. And the whispers—they were everywhere, soft at first, but growing louder each night, calling his name. “Welcome home, Ethan.” One night, he awoke to find himself paralyzed, unable to move as shadows closed in around him. The walls seemed to breathe, pressing closer, the ceiling lowering, and those creeping shadows seemed to reach for him. The silence was suffocating, yet he could feel a presence above him, breathing, watching. A voice filled the room, low and distorted, each word carrying a hatred that made his blood freeze. “You left me here. Alone. Abandoned.” Ethan’s heart pounded as he recognized the voice—it was his father’s, twisted and broken. Then, another voice joined in, his mother’s, soft and accusing, her tone drenched in bitterness. “You can never leave, Ethan. You’re… home.” Ethan tried to move, to escape, but he was trapped. Cold, claw-like fingers wrapped around his ankles, pulling him down into the mattress, like the bed itself was swallowing him. He struggled, desperate to free himself, but the hands only gripped tighter, dragging him deeper into the darkness. The air thickened with the smell of decay, and shadows writhed around him, taking shape—a twisted figure with hollow, empty eyes and a sinister grin. “Welcome home, Ethan,” it whispered, just inches from his face. “You’ll never leave again.” The last thing he saw was its mouth opening far too wide, darkness spilling forth as it swallowed him whole. --- No one ever saw Ethan again. The house remains empty, but on quiet nights, neighbors swear they hear whispers inside, voices echoing through the empty rooms. “Welcome home.”
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  • First day in court to defend your client
    Lawyer with stezz and composure #viralposts #viralvideo #fyp #viralposts
    First day in court to defend your client 😃😀 Lawyer with stezz and composure #viralposts #viralvideo #fyp #viralposts
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  • Eyewitness accounts described the situation as distressing, with some lawyers rushing to aid the young individuals who collapsed after being summoned to the dock.
    Eyewitness accounts described the situation as distressing, with some lawyers rushing to aid the young individuals who collapsed after being summoned to the dock.
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