Words of Wisdom to Challenge Your Mind 1. "A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new." — Albert Einstein 2. "Never argue with a fool; onlookers may not be able to tell the difference." — Mark Twain 3. "A lion never loses sleep over the opinions of sheep." — Unknown 4. "The chains that bind you are often the ones you refuse to break." — Jean-Paul Sartre 5. "If you want to know someone’s true character, observe how they treat those who can do nothing for them." — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 6. "Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced." — James Baldwin 7. "Your silence will not protect you." — Audre Lorde 8. "Some people are poor, all they have is money." — Patrick Meagher 9. "A wise man listens more than he speaks." — Proverbs 10. "Never let loyalty become slavery." — Unknown 11. "Most people die at 25 and are buried at 75." — Benjamin Franklin 12. "The worst prisons are the ones we build in our minds." — Unknown 13. "The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who fight battles we know nothing about." — Unknown 14. "Before you heal someone, ask them if they’re willing to give up what made them sick." — Hippocrates 15. "Loneliness is dangerous. It’s addictive. Once you see how peaceful it is, you don’t want to deal with people." — Unknown 16. "The man who asks a question is a fool for a minute, the man who does not ask is a fool for life." — Confucius 17. "Be careful when you blindly follow the masses. Sometimes the 'M' is silent." — Unknown 18. "The more you know, the more you realize you don’t know." — Aristotle 19. "If you want to understand someone’s mind, listen to their words. If you want to understand their heart, watch their actions." — Unknown 20. "You don’t drown by falling in the water. You drown by staying there." — Edwin Louis Cole

Trust me, when I say, someone out there is praying for you. Someone out there is silently cheering for you while you silently fight your battles. Someone out there is hoping for you to get through. Someone out there can see the tears and cries despite of your wide, forced smiles. Trust me when I say you are always loved by genuine people through showing with actions in silence and in ways you are not aware of.

🙌🪐🍀 Loneliness doesn't have an expiration date, I thought the longer I was alone, the less it would hurt. I thought time would teach me how to exist in the silence without feeling like something was missing. But I was wrong. Loneliness doesn't fade. It doesn't get softer. It doesn't stop. Even after all these years, I still feel it. I still ache for something I can't name, still long for connections that feel like they'll never come. You'd think I'd get used to it, but I don't. Every quiet room, every empty night, still feels just as empty as the first time. #loneliness #thoughts #silence #Connections #lonely #deepthoughts #feeling #somethingnew #inspire #inspiration #motivation #motivational #motivationalquotes

"Even in silence, God is speaking—through the sunrise, the kindness of a stranger, and the strength you didn’t know you had."

Let the silence guide your matches, one perfect pair at a time

Hustle in silence, succeed in style", Kindness is a language everyone understands".

"Silent Reflections" In the stillness of the quiet night I find my thoughts, in a peaceful light The world outside, fades from my sight As I step into, the silence of the night The stars above, twinkle like diamonds bright As I breathe in deep, the calm of the night My heart beats slow, my soul takes flight In the silence, I find my inner light The noise of the world, it fades away As I listen to, the silence of each day A time for reflection, a time to unwind In the silence, I find my peace of mind So let the silence, be my guiding light And in its stillness, may I take flight.

"Silent Solace" In silence, I find my peaceful nest A place to rest, where love and calm find rest The world's loud din, it fades from my ears As I wrap myself, in silence's soothing tears The quiet hours, they bring me to my knees In humble prayer, I find my heart's release The stillness speaks, in a language all its own And in its silence, I am made to feel at home The noise of life, it can be overwhelming and bright But in the silence, I find my inner light A guiding force, that leads me through life's plight And fills my heart, with peace and silent delight So let the silence, be my heart's retreat A place to find solace, and my soul's sweet treat.

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

Be private. Vibe alone. Grow in silence