Memories With The Right People
Some moments in life become unforgettable, not because of where you were or what you did, but because of the people you shared them with.

Memories created with the right people are treasures that time can never
diminish - truly priceless.
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THE MAN EVERY LADY RESPECTS...

Real men never open their mouths to ask for respect, they command it naturally.

The day you start asking for respect is the day you lose it. If you have it, you won't ask or demand for it! It comes to you effortlessly!

Every woman respect men who have these qualities:

1. YOU ARE WISE
Nothing makes me bow before a man than wisdom. When you open your mouth and timeless treasures flow out, I stand stunned, dazed, wowed and glued. I want to listen to you over and over again but when you open your mouth and nothing comes out but crap, senseless jokes, stupid words and banter, boy, I duck, no, I pick race. My husband is a man of wisdom. I love listening to him over and over and over again...

2. YOU MAKE MONEY
Men who make cool money command ladies' respect effortlessly, call us greedy, that's your business! No woman wants to suffer in marriage! You must carry your two legs out of your house every morning and make good money if you want your wife to respect you. Any man who depends on his wife to eat needs serious deliverance! Forget about yahoo boys and pray for financial success bro! Not every millionaire stole pants for money rituals! Not all CEOs are yahoo boys! Not all business tycoons buried human heads under their businesses! God is a giver of TRUE wealth! The bible says, "The BLESSINGS of the Lord maketh RICH!" Rich men command respect easily, you may hate to hear it, but it is the truth. However, start small and grow big! That is the problem of today's youths. No one wants to start small. Every one wants to ride "Logo Benz" hence the money ritual! You better save yourself and generations unborn from untimely death by steering clear of blood money. Start small, work hard and grow big, that's how to be great. Virtuous women respect hardworking men and will support them when necessary.

3. YOU HAVE SELF CONTROL
A man who stares at women's breasts, buttocks and lips is sick! No, admiring a woman is different. Men naturally admire attractive women but if you stare, you STARE like "Eja Ojuyobo", you know that big eyed fish, you need a pychiatrist's attention! Look once and look away, that's okay, that's decent. I know men look so telling you not to look is unrealistic. I'm against staring and drooling! A man who controls his libido commands a woman's respect any day, any time! If you must grab and grope every time you see a woman you are a piss off! Honorable men respect ladies! Men who command women's respect have a clean, pure, bed sheet not wrinkled or stained with lust and premarital sex!

4. THEY ARE GENEROUS
Givers are automatic respect commanders! Giving is not about the volume but the condition of heart. Some men are so stingy they must ask for sex in return of a #100 recharge card. What's your problem? Are you so poverty stricken you can't release #500 without asking for sex? Is #500 your God? Is it the end of your life? Will you d1e if you help the daughter of Sarah with just #500? FIVE HUNDRED NAIRA! I rebuke that that stingy, backward, stagnant spirit out of your life in Jesus' name! Givers are respect commanders! Learn to give to God, your family and your parents, blessings will flow into your life effortlessly.

5. THEY LOVE GOD
God chasers are automatic respect commanders! When I see a man who loves the Lord,who LOVES the Lord, oh my, oh my, my husband is so so sexy to me, muuuaaah!

6. THEY LOVE THEIR WIVES
It is an irresponsible man that will ill treat his wife and expect her to respect him. It is the son of satan that will starve, abuse and even beat his wife and expect her to scream "Yes sir!" To his commands and jumps at his every beck and call! It is a bush man that will neglect his wife and expect her to honour him. Ho- what? You don't deserve honour sir. The Bible says, "Give honour to whom honour is due". Honour is not due to a stingy, irresponsible drunkard and a womanizer! Respect is not commanded Huncle, it is earned!

Start earning it from today and you will feel better, love yourself more and achieve more results in your relationships, personal life, career and business. Momma cares!

Thanks for reading through. God bless you cheers!
© Seun Oladele.

If you can dream with a damaged mind and love with a broken heart, you deserve this world and all all of it's treasures

The old clock on the wall ticked, each second a hammer blow against my frayed nerves. The rain outside had become a relentless drumbeat, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. I paced the dusty attic, the scent of mothballs and forgotten dreams clinging to the air. My family, they were gone. Vanished. No trace, no explanation, just a single note scrawled on a crumpled piece of paper: "We had to leave. We'll be back for you soon."

But how soon was soon? Days? Weeks? Years? The thought of them, their faces, their voices, fading into the mists of time, filled me with a dread that gnawed at my insides. I clutched the worn teddy bear, its fur matted and faded, a silent witness to my childhood. He smelled of my mother's lavender perfume, a faint whisper of her presence that kept me clinging to hope.

The attic, once a haven of forgotten treasures, now felt like a prison. The cobwebs draped across the rafters like ghostly shrouds, the shadows in the corners seemed to dance and writhe, whispering secrets I couldn't understand. I was trapped, a prisoner in my own home, surrounded by memories that both comforted and terrified me.

I had to find them. I had to believe their promise, to cling to the hope that they would return. But the rain kept falling, a relentless reminder of the darkness that had descended upon our lives. And in the silence of the old house, I felt a growing fear, a fear that whispered, "What if they never come back?"

The rain hammered against the windowpane, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the silence of the old house. I sat huddled in the corner of the attic, a dusty blanket pulled tight around me, the scent of mothballs and forgotten dreams clinging to the air. My heart thumped a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the rain's steady beat. I was trapped.

My family, they were gone. Vanished. Just like that. One day they were bustling about the house, their voices filling the rooms with laughter and the clatter of dishes. The next, an empty silence, punctuated only by the creak of the old floorboards and the wind whistling through the cracks in the windows.

They had left me a note, scrawled in my mother's familiar hand, a single sentence that sent a shiver down my spine: "We had to leave. We'll be back for you soon." But how soon was soon? Days? Weeks? Years? The thought of them, of their faces, their voices, fading into the mists of time, filled me with a dread that gnawed at my insides.

I clutched the worn teddy bear, its fur matted and faded, a silent witness to my childhood. He was all I had left. He smelled of my mother's lavender perfume, a faint whisper of her presence that kept me clinging to hope.

The attic, once a haven of forgotten treasures, now felt like a prison. The cobwebs draped across the rafters like ghostly shrouds, the shadows in the corners seemed to dance and writhe, whispering secrets I couldn't understand. I was a prisoner in my own home, surrounded by memories that both comforted and terrified me.

I longed for the warmth of my mother's embrace, the reassuring rumble of my father's laughter, the mischievous twinkle in my brother's eyes. But they were gone, swallowed by the storm that had swept through our lives, leaving me stranded in a sea of uncertainty.

I had to be strong. I had to find them. I had to believe their promise, to cling to the hope that they would return. But the rain kept falling, a relentless reminder of the darkness that had descended upon our lives. And in the silence of the old house, I felt a growing fear, a fear that whispered, "What if they never come back?"

Matthew 6 (NIV)

1 "Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.

2 "So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full.

3 But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing,

4 so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

5 "And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full.

6 But when you pray, go away by yourself, shut the door behind you, and pray to your Father in private. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

7 And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think that they will be heard because of their many words.

8 Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him.

9 "This, then, is how you should pray: "'Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name,

10 your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

11 Give us today our daily bread.

12 And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one."

14 For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.

15 But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

16 "When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show others they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full.

17 But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face,

18 so that it will not be obvious to others that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

19 "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.

20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.

21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

22 "The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.

23 But if your eyes are unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!

24 "No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.

25 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?

26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

28 "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.

29 Yet I tell

Ya Allah, protect us from temporary treasures which looks like gold in our exes, but are poison for our hearts...

Ya Allah, protect us from temporary treasures which looks like gold in our exes, but are poison for our hearts...

Of course! Here's another tale for you:

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**The Garden of Whispers**

Once, in a distant kingdom, there was a garden unlike any other. Hidden deep within the forest, this garden was said to be enchanted, where flowers didn't just bloom, but whispered secrets to those who listened closely. It was called the Garden of Whispers.

Many had tried to find it, but few succeeded. Those who ventured into the woods and returned would speak of strange occurrences: the wind carrying voices, the trees that seemed to shift when not being watched, and the flowers that seemed to know their names.

One day, a young woman named Elara, a humble herbalist, heard of the garden from an old storyteller. Intrigued, she decided to seek it out. Unlike the others, Elara had a deep connection to the land. She spent years studying plants, understanding the language of nature, and felt certain the garden could teach her even more.

Armed with nothing but her knowledge and a sturdy satchel, she entered the forest. For days, she walked deeper into the woods, the path narrowing and the trees growing thicker. But Elara was undeterred. She could almost feel the presence of the garden, like a distant song calling to her.

On the fourth day, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Elara found a small clearing. In its center was a patch of flowers, glowing softly in the twilight. They were like nothing she had ever seen before—delicate petals, shimmering in hues of silver and violet, with an ethereal glow.

The moment she stepped closer, she felt a warmth spread through her chest, and then the whispers began. They weren't words, but sensations—memories, emotions, and fragments of ancient knowledge. Elara closed her eyes and listened carefully. She understood them.

The flowers whispered of the forgotten past, of lost civilizations, and of a world where the plants could speak, and humans understood. The garden held memories of those who had come before her, each whisper a piece of the puzzle of the world.

But the most important whisper came last. It was soft, almost like a breath against her ear: *"The garden will choose you. You must decide: keep its secret or share its wisdom with the world."*

Elara stood still, the weight of the choice pressing down on her. She could feel the garden’s ancient magic flowing through her, and for the first time, she understood its power. If she kept its secret, she could preserve its peace. If she shared it, the world could be transformed, but at what cost?

After a long pause, Elara made her decision. She chose to keep the garden’s secret, knowing that some treasures were meant to remain hidden, protected from the world’s greed.

Elara left the garden that evening, the flowers silent once more. She returned to her village and continued her work, using the knowledge she had gained in the garden to heal the sick and help those in need. But she never spoke of the Garden of Whispers, and no one ever found it again.

And so, the garden remained, waiting for the next soul worthy of its wisdom, hidden in the depths of the forest, where its whispers could only be heard by those who truly understood the language of the earth.

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I hope you enjoyed this one! Let me know if you want another tale.

Every moment I spent with you seems to me like treasures. I will preserve you and these treasures lifelong. I will never let you go away from me. I love you.