The Monkey and The Juggler:

In a mango orchard outside a village there lived a mischievous monkey. The whole day, he would jump from one tree to another. Thus the monkey kept on eating the ripe mangoes. The orchard-keeper tried to trap the monkey. But every time the monkey escaped the trap.

One day, the monkey wandered out to the nearby town. “The town people are so busy. There is so much crowd here," the monkey thought. Soon the monkey was sneaking into houses and running away with eatables. By evening, he had made life difficult for the town people. “The town is more fun than the orchard. I will live here," he thought.

Days went by and the monkey was looked upon by the town people with terror. “Here he comes again," they screamed when they saw the monkey.

One day, a juggler came to the town. The people of the town approached him. “We want you to help us get rid of that mischievous monkey," they said to the juggler. The juggler said in return, “Do not worry. Get me some jars with narrow necks,"

When the jars of the size were brought to him, he put peanuts into the jars and placed them out on a field.

The monkey became curious when he saw the jars. When he went and peeped inside the jars, he saw peanuts. “Yummy! Let me quickly grab the peanuts and run," he thought. He put his hand inside the jar and grabbed a big handful.

But he could not pull out his clenched fist, as the neck of the jar was so narrow. If the monkey dropped some peanuts back into the jar, he could have pulled his hand out. But he was greedy. So he did not drop some peanuts into the jar.

The town people trapped the monkey with his hand inside the jar. They got hold of the rope and tied him in a post. Then the monkey was sold to a zoo. That was the end of the greedy monkey.

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Ladies!!!

1.If you're dating a married man you're a 2nd class person and every 2nd class person is classified as a person of Lower values.

2.He sneaks then takes you into a hotel room but gives his wife the entire home.
What do you expect next.

3.He visits you at your home and you introduce him to your friends and neighbors as your boyfriend therefore blocking your chances of getting a potential suitor yet you don't know the name of the village he comes from.

4.He takes you out and buys you all sorts of Alcohol yet he will never allow his wife to taste even a bottle of alcohol drink.
If you have common sense it should tell you that he's making you drunk so that he can use your body in bed.
My dear is your body good for experiment.

5.He gets you pregnant and gives you money for abortion But when his wife gets pregnant he celebrates and gives her money for antenatal clinic.
My sister's, can't you see he's raising his family?.

6.Just in case you didn't know this,
He describes your reaction during sex when he his with his friends but he will never mention whatever happens between him and his wife.
My sister are you an example?

7.He gives you few cash and you're happy not knowing that whatever he gives you is called "firewood allowances; it's the remainder after his wife and children have been catered for.

8.You have his pictures and his name on your phone saved as "my sweetheart; yet he doesn't have your picture on his phone and your number saved as *Generator * Or Refuse disposer * December is here ooo women of intergrity hold your husband well may allah protect all husband anywhere day go amen.

To whom brain is given sense is expected!!!

CLASS DISMISSED WITH YOU SHOULD KNOW YOUR WORTH!!!

I love this quote

By
Chinua Achebe

“A man who calls his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to redeem them from starving. They all have food in their own houses. When we gather in the moonlight at village ground, it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so. Therefore let us continue with the team spirit and enjoy the power of togetherness. Let’s smile not because we don’t have problems but because we are stronger than the problems.”

Alone I can smile but together we can laugh

Alone I can enjoy but together we can celebrate

Alone I can talk but together we can speak

Alone is a voice while together is a force.

Let's promote things that unite us than things that cause disunity.

Let's build ourselves as friends and brothers, because a tree can not make a forest.

God bless you as you help a friend at the point of need.

Unity is Great Strength

Everyone is important according to their own unique purpose.

Never look down on any body unless you are admiring their shoes

Compliments of the season , my brothers and sisters .

Jack gulped and said, “To learn fear. Please teach me!” The ghost blinked. “Fear is... uh...” it stuttered. Jack smirked, “See? Even ghosts forget words!”

The ghost was so embarrassed it vanished forever. Jack walked out cool as ever, saying, “Fear? It’s just a trick your brain plays when it’s bored!”

The whole village laughed, and even Max couldn’t help but admit Jack was brilliant.

Once upon a time, in a tiny village, lived Jack, a poor boy with a brilliant mind. Jack was famous for one thing—making English simple. His schoolmates loved him for it, but the local bully, Max, hated him.

One dark, stormy night, Max challenged Jack: “If you’re so smart, explain what ghost means!” Jack grinned mischievously. “Easy,” he said. “A ghost is just a person... who forgot how to say goodbye!” Everyone laughed nervously, but Max wasn’t impressed.

To prove Jack wrong, Max dared him to visit the haunted house on the hill and explain fear in simple English. Jack, never one to back down, marched up to the creaky old house. The moment he stepped inside, the door slammed shut.

Suddenly, a voice boomed, “Why are you here?”

Christmas story



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### **The Christmas Star**

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the foot of a mountain, there lived a young girl named Clara. Clara was known for her kindness and bright smile, but her family had fallen on hard times. Her father was a woodcutter, but with the winter chill making it difficult to work, they didn’t have much to celebrate for Christmas that year.

One cold evening, as Clara helped her mother prepare a simple meal, she overheard a conversation. "We don’t have enough for presents or a feast this year," her father said quietly, his voice filled with worry. Clara’s heart sank. Christmas was her favorite time of year, and she knew her family was struggling.

Later that night, Clara decided to do something special. She didn’t have money to buy gifts, but she knew that the spirit of Christmas was about more than things—it was about love, kindness, and sharing what you could with others.

Clara went out into the snowy forest and searched for the perfect tree. It wasn’t as grand as the one in the village square, but it was beautiful in its own way. With her small hands, she decorated it with candles, a few ribbons, and sprigs of holly she had gathered. She then tied a simple note to the tree’s trunk: "To the one who needs a little light, may this tree bring warmth to your heart."

The next morning, as the sun began to rise, Clara’s family noticed something extraordinary. From their window, they saw a soft, glowing light in the distance. It wasn’t the typical Christmas morning sunrise—it was something magical, like a star had descended from the heavens. The light led them to Clara’s tree, where they found a group of villagers gathered around it. Each had brought something small—an apple, a scarf, a loaf of bread—gifts meant for those who needed them most.

The village had come together, united by Clara’s simple act of kindness. It turned out that her tree had not only been a beacon for her family but for everyone in the village who needed hope, warmth, and light.

That Christmas, Clara’s family shared a meal with their neighbors, and the village, once quiet and uncertain, was filled with laughter and love. The Christmas Star, Clara’s humble tree, reminded everyone that the greatest gifts aren’t the ones wrapped in paper, but the love we share with one another.

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Merry Christmas!

The Old Watchmaker's Shop

In a small village, nestled in the past,
Stood an old watchmaker's shop, forever to last.
The sign above the door creaked in the gentle breeze,
As the watchmaker, old and wise, worked with skilled ease.

He fixed the ticking hearts of timepieces old,
And brought new life to clocks, whose rhythms had grown cold.
The villagers would bring their broken timekeepers to his door,
And he would work his magic, to make them tick once more.

One day, a young boy wandered into the shop,
With a curious mind and a heart that loved to hop.
He watched the watchmaker's skilled hands move with ease,
As he fixed a pocket watch, with intricate expertise.

The boy asked the watchmaker, with eyes wide with wonder,
"How do you make these timepieces tick, and thunder?"
The watchmaker smiled, and said with a twinkle in his eye,
"It's all about the mechanism, my boy, and the way it's designed to fly."

He showed the boy the gears, and the springs, and the wheels,
And explained how they worked together, to make the timepiece reveal.
The boy listened with awe, as the watchmaker's words came alive,
And he felt a sense of wonder, at the magic of the watchmaker's jive.

Years went by, and the boy grew up, and moved away,
But he never forgot the watchmaker, and the lessons he'd learned that day.
He became a watchmaker himself, and fixed timepieces with ease,
And he always remembered the old watchmaker's wise words, and expertise.

One day, the boy, now a man, returned to the village, and the shop,
And found the old watchmaker, still working, with hands that still didn't stop.
He showed the old man a pocket watch, that he'd found in his attic, one day,
And asked him to fix it, and make it tick, in a major way.

The old watchmaker took the watch, and examined it with care,
And said, "This is an old one, my boy, but I think I can make it repair."
He worked his magic, with hands that moved with ease,
And after a while, the watch began to tick, with a gentle breeze.

The man was amazed, and thanked the old watchmaker, with glee,
And asked him, "How do you do it, after all these years, you still see?"
The old watchmaker smiled, and said with a twinkle in his eye,
"It's all about the love, my boy, and the passion that never dies."

The man left the shop, with the watch ticking away,
And felt a sense of wonder, at the old watchmaker's display.
He realized that some things, never grow old,
And that the old watchmaker's skills, were still worth more than gold.

And as he walked away, he heard the old watchmaker say,
"After all this time, it still works."

I go use "same to you" wound children for village this Christmas.....shi shi no dey

An Igbo man from Anambra state made the news after Cubana Chiefpriest shared how he arrived his village for Christmas. Video in comments.

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