• Forgive yourself
    for the ways you've hurt yourself,
    and the ways you've let others hurt you too. Forgive yourself for not knowing better, not doing better, not being better. Forgive yourself for letting people who were wrong stay too long and take too much.
    Forgive yourself for not knowing how much love you deserved, how strong you can be, and what splendor you are. Forgive yourself for not seeking what should be yours because you didn't believe it could be yours. Forgive yourself for judging your tears, your pain, your grief. Forgive yourself for constantly going back to the ones who made your life darker and overlooking how much you truly are worth. Forgive yourself for putting everyone else above you and putting yourself last. Forgive yourself for not celebrating every form of yourself that was a stepping stone to who you are today.

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    🍀🙌🪐 Forgive yourself for the ways you've hurt yourself, and the ways you've let others hurt you too. Forgive yourself for not knowing better, not doing better, not being better. Forgive yourself for letting people who were wrong stay too long and take too much. Forgive yourself for not knowing how much love you deserved, how strong you can be, and what splendor you are. Forgive yourself for not seeking what should be yours because you didn't believe it could be yours. Forgive yourself for judging your tears, your pain, your grief. Forgive yourself for constantly going back to the ones who made your life darker and overlooking how much you truly are worth. Forgive yourself for putting everyone else above you and putting yourself last. Forgive yourself for not celebrating every form of yourself that was a stepping stone to who you are today. #forgiveness #forgiveyourself #hurt #loveyourself #seeking #splendor #beingme #MuchLove #inspire #motivationalquotes #motivation #motivational #inspiration
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  • The Blue Moon's Enigma

    The blue moon glows with a golden eye,
    A radiant gaze that passes us by,
    Ordinary souls cannot peep inside,
    As darkness streams, and mystery abides.

    It sits aloof, a distant, ethereal sphere,
    Unreachable, yet its beauty draws near,
    Oh, moon, what sorcery have you spun?
    Your light, now veiled, is lost to everyone.

    Without the piercing stares that once revealed,
    Your splendor, I shall miss your beauty unsealed.
    The Blue Moon's Enigma The blue moon glows with a golden eye, A radiant gaze that passes us by, Ordinary souls cannot peep inside, As darkness streams, and mystery abides. It sits aloof, a distant, ethereal sphere, Unreachable, yet its beauty draws near, Oh, moon, what sorcery have you spun? Your light, now veiled, is lost to everyone. Without the piercing stares that once revealed, Your splendor, I shall miss your beauty unsealed.
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  • Story Time

    In the heart of awada land, surrounded by lush forests and rolling hills, two brothers, Chijioke and Obinna, lived a modest life. Their home, though simple, was blessed with a garden where Obinna, the younger, cultivated the most stunning flowers in the region. The garden was a sanctuary of color and fragrance, celebrated by everyone in their village.

    Chijioke, the elder, was consumed by ambition and envy. When the chief announced a grand competition with the prize of Princess Ifeoma’s hand in marriage, Chijioke saw a chance to elevate his status. The competition required the most extraordinary flowers, and Chijioke knew that Obinna’s garden held the key to winning.

    One evening, driven by envy and desperation, Chijioke lured Obinna into a discussion about the competition under the pretense of seeking advice. As twilight fell, the garden was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, and the fragrant flowers seemed to whisper secrets of their own. In a moment of violent rage, Chijioke struck Obinna with a heavy tool, leaving his brother’s body among the blooms. He then stole the most beautiful flowers, presenting them at the competition and winning Princess Ifeoma’s hand.

    Unbeknownst to Chijioke, his crime did not go unnoticed. The spirit of Obinna, bound to the garden he had so lovingly tended, was restless and driven by a thirst for vengeance.

    Nearby, a hunter named Ugochukwu roamed the forest. Known for his keen senses and respect for the natural world, Ugochukwu was often guided by the sounds of the forest. One evening, as he ventured through the dense bushes near Obinna’s garden, he heard an eerie and melodic song drifting through the air. The song was both haunting and beautiful, filled with sorrow and longing.

    Intrigued and unsettled, Ugochukwu followed the melody until he reached the edge of the garden. There, amidst the fading light, he saw something that took his breath away. In the midst of the flowers, which were now wilting and forlorn, lay Obinna’s lifeless body. To Ugochukwu’s astonishment, the body seemed to be singing, its ghostly voice carrying a mournful tune.

    The song was a sorrowful recounting of how Obinna had been betrayed by his own brother. With each note, Obinna’s spirit sang of the love he had for his garden and the betrayal that led to his death. The melody spoke of the envy and violence that had robbed him of his life, and the pain of seeing his beautiful flowers desecrated.

    Ugochukwu, deeply moved and horrified, realized that the melody was not just a haunting tune but a plea for justice. He understood that the spirit of Obinna was trapped, seeking to expose the truth of his death and bring his betrayer to justice.

    The next day, Ugochukwu went to the village and told the elders and Princess Ifeoma about what he had witnessed. His account was met with shock and disbelief, but the haunting song had a profound effect on everyone who heard it. Driven by a sense of duty and justice, the elders investigated Chijioke’s claim and the mystery surrounding the stolen flowers.

    When the truth came to light, Chijioke was confronted with his crime. Overwhelmed by guilt and the relentless haunting of Obinna’s spirit, he confessed his betrayal. The kingdom was thrown into mourning, and Chijioke’s victory turned to dust as he faced the consequences of his actions.

    The spirit of Obinna, having been acknowledged and given a voice through Ugochukwu’s bravery, finally found peace. The garden, once a place of horror, slowly began to recover, though it would forever bear the scars of betrayal. Chijioke’s marriage to Princess Ifeoma was canceled, and he lived out his days in disgrace, forever haunted by the memory of his brother and the spectral melody that had exposed his sin.

    Ugochukwu’s story became a legend in the land, a poignant reminder of the price of betrayal and the power of truth to bring justice and redemption. The haunting melody of Obinna’s song continued to be remembered as a symbol of sorrow and a call for justice in the heart of the Igbo land.
    In the years that followed, the tale of Chijioke and Obinna became a part of Awada Land's folklore, a reminder of the powerful forces of justice and redemption. Ugochukwu was honored with a place of respect in the village, and his role in uncovering the truth was celebrated in songs and stories passed down through generations.The garden, once a symbol of beauty tainted by tragedy, gradually regained its former splendor, though it was forever marked by the story of the brothers. It became a place of reflection and remembrance, where people came to honor Obinna’s memory and to contemplate the lessons learned from the painful chapter in their history.Thus, the legacy of the brothers, the hunter, and the princess lived on, each contributing to the rich tapestry of Awada Land’s history—a testament to the enduring power of truth, justice, and the quest for redemption.
    Story Time In the heart of awada land, surrounded by lush forests and rolling hills, two brothers, Chijioke and Obinna, lived a modest life. Their home, though simple, was blessed with a garden where Obinna, the younger, cultivated the most stunning flowers in the region. The garden was a sanctuary of color and fragrance, celebrated by everyone in their village. Chijioke, the elder, was consumed by ambition and envy. When the chief announced a grand competition with the prize of Princess Ifeoma’s hand in marriage, Chijioke saw a chance to elevate his status. The competition required the most extraordinary flowers, and Chijioke knew that Obinna’s garden held the key to winning. One evening, driven by envy and desperation, Chijioke lured Obinna into a discussion about the competition under the pretense of seeking advice. As twilight fell, the garden was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, and the fragrant flowers seemed to whisper secrets of their own. In a moment of violent rage, Chijioke struck Obinna with a heavy tool, leaving his brother’s body among the blooms. He then stole the most beautiful flowers, presenting them at the competition and winning Princess Ifeoma’s hand. Unbeknownst to Chijioke, his crime did not go unnoticed. The spirit of Obinna, bound to the garden he had so lovingly tended, was restless and driven by a thirst for vengeance. Nearby, a hunter named Ugochukwu roamed the forest. Known for his keen senses and respect for the natural world, Ugochukwu was often guided by the sounds of the forest. One evening, as he ventured through the dense bushes near Obinna’s garden, he heard an eerie and melodic song drifting through the air. The song was both haunting and beautiful, filled with sorrow and longing. Intrigued and unsettled, Ugochukwu followed the melody until he reached the edge of the garden. There, amidst the fading light, he saw something that took his breath away. In the midst of the flowers, which were now wilting and forlorn, lay Obinna’s lifeless body. To Ugochukwu’s astonishment, the body seemed to be singing, its ghostly voice carrying a mournful tune. The song was a sorrowful recounting of how Obinna had been betrayed by his own brother. With each note, Obinna’s spirit sang of the love he had for his garden and the betrayal that led to his death. The melody spoke of the envy and violence that had robbed him of his life, and the pain of seeing his beautiful flowers desecrated. Ugochukwu, deeply moved and horrified, realized that the melody was not just a haunting tune but a plea for justice. He understood that the spirit of Obinna was trapped, seeking to expose the truth of his death and bring his betrayer to justice. The next day, Ugochukwu went to the village and told the elders and Princess Ifeoma about what he had witnessed. His account was met with shock and disbelief, but the haunting song had a profound effect on everyone who heard it. Driven by a sense of duty and justice, the elders investigated Chijioke’s claim and the mystery surrounding the stolen flowers. When the truth came to light, Chijioke was confronted with his crime. Overwhelmed by guilt and the relentless haunting of Obinna’s spirit, he confessed his betrayal. The kingdom was thrown into mourning, and Chijioke’s victory turned to dust as he faced the consequences of his actions. The spirit of Obinna, having been acknowledged and given a voice through Ugochukwu’s bravery, finally found peace. The garden, once a place of horror, slowly began to recover, though it would forever bear the scars of betrayal. Chijioke’s marriage to Princess Ifeoma was canceled, and he lived out his days in disgrace, forever haunted by the memory of his brother and the spectral melody that had exposed his sin. Ugochukwu’s story became a legend in the land, a poignant reminder of the price of betrayal and the power of truth to bring justice and redemption. The haunting melody of Obinna’s song continued to be remembered as a symbol of sorrow and a call for justice in the heart of the Igbo land. In the years that followed, the tale of Chijioke and Obinna became a part of Awada Land's folklore, a reminder of the powerful forces of justice and redemption. Ugochukwu was honored with a place of respect in the village, and his role in uncovering the truth was celebrated in songs and stories passed down through generations.The garden, once a symbol of beauty tainted by tragedy, gradually regained its former splendor, though it was forever marked by the story of the brothers. It became a place of reflection and remembrance, where people came to honor Obinna’s memory and to contemplate the lessons learned from the painful chapter in their history.Thus, the legacy of the brothers, the hunter, and the princess lived on, each contributing to the rich tapestry of Awada Land’s history—a testament to the enduring power of truth, justice, and the quest for redemption.
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  • New Nigeria national anthem in upcoming 20030


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    Verse 1
    O land of strength and splendor, rich and vast,
    Our hearts unite, your future to recast.
    With courage bold, we stand in brotherhood,
    For peace, for truth, and for the common good.

    Chorus
    Nigeria, Nigeria, our pride, our light,
    With voices raised, we pledge our might.
    In faith and love, we shall arise,
    To reach the heights where glory lies.

    Verse 2
    Through rivers wide and forests deep we soar,
    Together bound, we strive forevermore.
    The sun shall shine upon our nation's face,
    A beacon strong, of hope and endless grace.

    Chorus
    Nigeria, Nigeria, our pride, our light,
    With voices raised, we pledge our might.
    In faith and love, we shall arise,
    To reach the heights where glory lies.

    Bridge
    Oh, green and white, our banner waves on high,
    A symbol pure, beneath the boundless sky.
    With hands entwined, our destiny we weave,
    Forever strong, in unity believe.

    Final Chorus
    Nigeria, Nigeria, our pride, our light,
    With voices raised, we pledge our might.
    In faith and love, we shall arise,
    To reach the heights where glory lies.


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    This is just a creative draft that emphasizes unity, progress, and the beauty of the Nigerian spirit. What do you think?

    New Nigeria national anthem in upcoming 20030 --- Verse 1 O land of strength and splendor, rich and vast, Our hearts unite, your future to recast. With courage bold, we stand in brotherhood, For peace, for truth, and for the common good. Chorus Nigeria, Nigeria, our pride, our light, With voices raised, we pledge our might. In faith and love, we shall arise, To reach the heights where glory lies. Verse 2 Through rivers wide and forests deep we soar, Together bound, we strive forevermore. The sun shall shine upon our nation's face, A beacon strong, of hope and endless grace. Chorus Nigeria, Nigeria, our pride, our light, With voices raised, we pledge our might. In faith and love, we shall arise, To reach the heights where glory lies. Bridge Oh, green and white, our banner waves on high, A symbol pure, beneath the boundless sky. With hands entwined, our destiny we weave, Forever strong, in unity believe. Final Chorus Nigeria, Nigeria, our pride, our light, With voices raised, we pledge our might. In faith and love, we shall arise, To reach the heights where glory lies. --- This is just a creative draft that emphasizes unity, progress, and the beauty of the Nigerian spirit. What do you think?
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  • Nothing can express the aim and meaning of our work better than the profound words of St. Augustine - 'Beauty is the splendor of Truth.
    Nothing can express the aim and meaning of our work better than the profound words of St. Augustine - 'Beauty is the splendor of Truth.
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  • It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which...you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit--immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.

    It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which...you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit--immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.
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  • Nature's splendor,

    Golden sunrise, morning's grace,
    Rays of light, upon the place,
    Birds sing sweetly, joyful pace,
    Hope renewed, in every face.

    Softly falls, the evening dew,
    Calming scent, of blooms anew,
    Peaceful twilight, day's last sigh,
    Nature's beauty, passes by.
    Nature's splendor, Golden sunrise, morning's grace, Rays of light, upon the place, Birds sing sweetly, joyful pace, Hope renewed, in every face. Softly falls, the evening dew, Calming scent, of blooms anew, Peaceful twilight, day's last sigh, Nature's beauty, passes by.
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  • Full of splendor and majesty is his work, and his righteousness endures forever.
    Full of splendor and majesty is his work, and his righteousness endures forever.
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  • Askia Mohammed I (Askia the Great) of Timbuktu
    Main article: Askia Mohammad I

    Mohammed Ben Abu Bekr "Askia the Great" (1538),[8][9] the favored general of Sunni Ali, believed that he was entitled to the throne after Sunni Ali's death, rather than Ali's son, Abu Kebr.

    Claiming that the power was his by right of achievement, Mohammed attacked the new ruler a year after his acsession and defeated him in one of the bloodiest battles in history. When one of Sunni Ali's daughters heard the news, she cried out "Askia", which means "forceful one." This title was taken by Mohammed as his regnal name.

    Askia began by consolidating his vast empire and establishing harmony among the conflicting religions and political elements. Under the leadership of Askia, the Songhay Empire flourished until it became one of the richest empires of that period, from any region. Timbuctoo became known as "The Center of Learning", "The Mecca of the Sudan", and "The Queen of the Sudan".


    Tomb of Askia
    With his empire firmly established, Askia resumed his attack on the unbelievers, carrying the rule of Islam into new lands. Askia the Great made Timbuktu (Archaic English: Timbuctoo; Koyra Chiini: Tumbutu; French: Tombouctou) one of the most famous centers of commerce and learning on Earth. The brilliance of the city was such that it still shines in the imagination after three centuries like a star which, though dead, continues to send its light toward us.

    Such was its splendor that in spite of its many vicissitudes after the death of Askia, the vitality of Timbuktu is not extinguished
    Askia Mohammed I (Askia the Great) of Timbuktu Main article: Askia Mohammad I Mohammed Ben Abu Bekr "Askia the Great" (1538),[8][9] the favored general of Sunni Ali, believed that he was entitled to the throne after Sunni Ali's death, rather than Ali's son, Abu Kebr. Claiming that the power was his by right of achievement, Mohammed attacked the new ruler a year after his acsession and defeated him in one of the bloodiest battles in history. When one of Sunni Ali's daughters heard the news, she cried out "Askia", which means "forceful one." This title was taken by Mohammed as his regnal name. Askia began by consolidating his vast empire and establishing harmony among the conflicting religions and political elements. Under the leadership of Askia, the Songhay Empire flourished until it became one of the richest empires of that period, from any region. Timbuctoo became known as "The Center of Learning", "The Mecca of the Sudan", and "The Queen of the Sudan". Tomb of Askia With his empire firmly established, Askia resumed his attack on the unbelievers, carrying the rule of Islam into new lands. Askia the Great made Timbuktu (Archaic English: Timbuctoo; Koyra Chiini: Tumbutu; French: Tombouctou) one of the most famous centers of commerce and learning on Earth. The brilliance of the city was such that it still shines in the imagination after three centuries like a star which, though dead, continues to send its light toward us. Such was its splendor that in spite of its many vicissitudes after the death of Askia, the vitality of Timbuktu is not extinguished
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  • When I received the message that I had been summoned by His Royal Highness, the Ohinoyi of Ebiraland, Alhaji Ahmed Tijani Anaje, to grace his presence, I was consumed by the pool of my own thoughts.

    I knew I needed an armor made from steel to ascend his tower so high. But from that summon, I deduced the humility in the majesty’s tone, thus, I laid my worry to rest. He didn’t order that I must oblige with immediateness, rather, at my own luxury.

    “Being the custodian of the highest traditional stool, his is to call and ours to oblige, therefore, I shall rest all engagements to grace the palace”, I remarked.

    In fortnight, I made my way and arrived in a morning of splendor, when the half of a yellow sun had just risen from the horizon.

    It was my first in the newly built palace.

    I sensed the glamours that paraded the poles, the happy camels that were galloping in like it was the ocean of Sahara. Is it the rime that flowed beautifully like the encompassing Nile, or the turbans in all nooks and crannies like a Taliban empire sites. It was indeed a solidified Everest.

    And a strange voice called in a beautiful symphony, having waited a while in the palace chambers, that his Highness has asked that I be granted immediate access to his private courtyard.

    I bade his majesty greetings in the SAAKI’s spree and exchanged pleasantries. After the basics, He reminisced his admiration for the humanitarian services and efforts evidently prevalent on the internet beyond measures for his subjects and other citizens across border, spurred its growth and continuity, and invoked against possible clogs in the wheel of the Foundation.

    His Majesty expressed his unwavering good wishes and support, having expressed my concerns for communal development and integration amongst other worrying degrees.

    A couple of hours later, we reached a resolution to disperse and reconvene on another occasion.

    God bless the King and direct the bearing of his compass to the right axis.

    When those who attempt goodness are applauded and given the ovation by the elders, they are patted towards growing their laurels, even if their parent intentions wasn’t for their praises to be sung.

    Allahumma bārik
    When I received the message that I had been summoned by His Royal Highness, the Ohinoyi of Ebiraland, Alhaji Ahmed Tijani Anaje, to grace his presence, I was consumed by the pool of my own thoughts. I knew I needed an armor made from steel to ascend his tower so high. But from that summon, I deduced the humility in the majesty’s tone, thus, I laid my worry to rest. He didn’t order that I must oblige with immediateness, rather, at my own luxury. “Being the custodian of the highest traditional stool, his is to call and ours to oblige, therefore, I shall rest all engagements to grace the palace”, I remarked. In fortnight, I made my way and arrived in a morning of splendor, when the half of a yellow sun had just risen from the horizon. It was my first in the newly built palace. I sensed the glamours that paraded the poles, the happy camels that were galloping in like it was the ocean of Sahara. Is it the rime that flowed beautifully like the encompassing Nile, or the turbans in all nooks and crannies like a Taliban empire sites. It was indeed a solidified Everest. And a strange voice called in a beautiful symphony, having waited a while in the palace chambers, that his Highness has asked that I be granted immediate access to his private courtyard. I bade his majesty greetings in the SAAKI’s spree and exchanged pleasantries. After the basics, He reminisced his admiration for the humanitarian services and efforts evidently prevalent on the internet beyond measures for his subjects and other citizens across border, spurred its growth and continuity, and invoked against possible clogs in the wheel of the Foundation. His Majesty expressed his unwavering good wishes and support, having expressed my concerns for communal development and integration amongst other worrying degrees. A couple of hours later, we reached a resolution to disperse and reconvene on another occasion. God bless the King 👑 and direct the bearing of his compass to the right axis. When those who attempt goodness are applauded and given the ovation by the elders, they are patted towards growing their laurels, even if their parent intentions wasn’t for their praises to be sung. Allahumma bārik
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