THE DAY PELUMI DIED

The shouts of "Thief! Thief!" filled the air. The man being chased ran past a young man who was unaware of what was happening. He was just heading home from an errand, with a half bag of rice on his shoulder and a jar of oil in his hands.

Without warning, the crowd rushed at him, leaving no room for explanation. The actual thief ran away, but the innocent young man was mistaken for him and attacked. Blows rained down on him, and cutlasses cut him deeper. He opened his mouth to cry out, but another blow landed on his head. He sprawled on the ground, half dead.

The bag of rice and the jar of oil burst, mixing with his blood, creating a terrifying scene. The crowd fetched a nearby tire and set him on fire within seconds. Before five minutes had passed, some young guys arrived, dragging the real thief with them, only to find an innocent young man already ablaze. They tried to quench the flames and dragged him out of the fire, but the stench of roasted flesh filled the air.

Pelumi died that day. The thief was taken away by the police, while Pelumi's corpse was left at the scene.

His mother arrived, looked at her son, and shouted, "Oja, fire of the water serpent, let the blood of my son forever litter your river until you avenge him!"

I walked home shakily, realizing I could have been killed too. Pelumi was my friend before death took him. I was actually on my way to meet him, just few steps close to him and death embraced him.

That is how lawless our society has become😟

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BREAKING NEWS 👇

When Turai 'Yar Adua was leaving the Presidential Villa

In the early hours of 5th May 2010 when Turai' Yar Adua and her entourage were coming out to leave for Katsina where funeral prayer was scheduled for the late president Umaru Musa 'Yar Adua - they came out with small luggage(s) which was a clear indication that they have not packed all their belongings in the residential wing of the presidential villa.

Olusegun Adeniyi said they were standing all in a big parlor when the first lady came out with her people, the ADC to the late president understood that the first lady was not moving all out - maybe because she don't know how things are done at that time, the ADC has no choice but to ask Turai whether if she had anything left inside the almighty presidential Villa and she answered in the affirmative - then he reminds her that she should make sure she had packed all her belongings because he don't think she's coming back to the house anymore. Olusegun said the statement as the ADC rightfully put them were heartbroken but its a duty of someone among them to inform her of the proceedings , and Turai has to go back again to pack the remnants of her important things, and that was her last day in the villa.

(This is According to Olusegun Adeniyi the spokesman of President Umaru Musa Yar' adua: in his book 'Power Politics and Death')

This is what means by been in the villa - its just a matter of time, unlike the Buckingham Palace and other monarch palaces accros the Globe, you will definitely get out one day, whether you behave well by being humble or misbehave by being arrogant.

And this is the same thing with life, in whatever position you’re privilege to occupy, be kind to your brothers, sisters, friends, colleagues, associates and society in general - is just a matter of time you’ll fall back to them.

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RAINY DAY REDEMPTION

The rain lashed down, turning the already muddy market ground into a treacherous swamp. Halima and Hauwa huddled under their tattered umbrellas, the vibrant colours of their wax-print dresses dulled by the relentless downpour. Beside them, their cows – three magnificent beasts – shifted uneasily, their coats slick with rain. This was their livelihood, their families' survival hanging precariously on the sale of these animals.

Halima, her face etched with worry lines, wiped a stray raindrop from her cheek. "Another day, another deluge," she sighed, her voice barely audible above the drumming rain. "The buyers will be scarce today, Hauwa. The roads are impassable."

Hauwa, younger and more optimistic, squeezed her friend's hand. "We must persevere, Halima. We have mouths to feed. Remember little Kofi's medicine? We need the money." Kofi, Halima's youngest, was battling a persistent fever, and the cost of his treatment weighed heavily on her heart.

Hours passed, the rain showing no sign of letting up. A few potential buyers braved the downpour, but their offers were insulting, far below the price Halima and Hauwa needed. Disappointment gnawed at them, the weight of their circumstances pressing down like the heavy sky.

Just as despair threatened to overwhelm them, a sturdy figure emerged from the gloom. It was Chief Oba, a respected elder known for his fairness. He surveyed the scene, his eyes softening at the sight of the two women's weary faces. He approached them, his voice calm and reassuring.

"My daughters," he said, "I have seen your struggle. I will buy your cows at a fair price, ensuring you receive what you deserve."

Relief washed over Halima and Hauwa. Tears mixed with rainwater on their cheeks as they gratefully accepted the Chief's offer. The rain continued to fall, but for Halima and Hauwa, the storm had passed. They had faced adversity, and with the help of a kind heart, they had prevailed. The money they received would not only pay for Kofi's medicine but also provide a glimmer of hope for a brighter future, a future where the relentless rain couldn't extinguish the fire of their resilience.

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IF I CAN SEE GOD

As a child, I often pondered what it would be like to behold God. Would it be a radiant light, a soft whisper, or an awe-inspiring presence that permeates the universe? I would frequently ask others, but their responses were always unclear.

Years went by, and my curiosity never faded. I would find myself lost in thought, imagining what it would be like to behold the divine. I would read scriptures, attend sermons, and pray fervently, hoping to catch a glimpse of the divine.

One day, during my quite moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world around me had melted away, leaving only a sense of stillness and calm. I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I saw a vision of a beautiful garden. The flowers were vibrant, the trees were lush, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming roses.

In the center of the garden stood a figure, radiant and full of light. I couldn't make out the features, but I knew instinctively that it was God. I felt a sense of awe and wonder, and tears began to stream down my face.

As I gazed upon the vision, I heard a gentle voice whispering in my heart. "What do you see?" it asked.

I replied, "I see a beautiful garden, full of life and wonder."

The voice spoke again, "And what do you see in the garden?"

I looked deeper, and I saw people from all walks of life, laughing, playing, and embracing one another. I saw the sick being healed, the hungry being fed, and the sorrowful being comforted.

"I see love and joy," I replied.

The voice spoke once more, "And what do you see in the midst of it all?"

I looked again, and I saw a figure, still radiating light and love. I knew that it was God, standing in the midst of humanity, embracing and uplifting all.

"I see you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, I realized that God was not just a distant figure, but a present reality, woven into the fabric of our lives. I saw that God was not just a being, but a force, a power, and a presence that fills the universe.

As I opened my eyes, the vision faded, but the sense of peace and wonder remained. I knew that I had caught a glimpse of the divine, and it would forever change my perspective on life.

From that day forward, I saw God in every sunrise, every smile, and every act of kindness. I saw God in the beauty of nature, in the laughter of children, and in the resilience of the human spirit.

And I knew that if I could see God, I could also see the world in a new light, a world full of hope, love, and possibility.

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Igbo man: "Congrats, your sense of
taste is restored. Give me 20k"
The annoyed lawyer goes back after
a few days to recover his money...
Lawyer: "I have lost my memory. I
cannot remember anything"
Igbo man: "Nurse, bring medicine
from box no. 22 and put 3 drops in
his mouth"
Lawyer (annoyed): "This is kerosene.
You gave this to me last time for
restoring my taste"
Igbo man: "Congrats. You got your
memory back. Give me 20k"
The fuming lawyer pays him, and
then comes back a week later
determined to get back 100k.
Lawyer: "My eyesight has become
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Lawyer (staring at the cash): "But
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FINDING COMMUNITY AND PEACE: SARAH'S JOURNEY TO CHURCH

In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Sarah. She was a busy professional, always juggling work, social life, and personal responsibilities. One day, a friend invited Sarah to attend church with her on Sunday. At first, Sarah was hesitant, but her friend's enthusiasm was infectious, and she decided to give it a try.

As Sarah walked into the church, she was struck by the sense of community and warmth that filled the air. People of all ages and backgrounds were gathered together, smiling and greeting one another. The service began, and Sarah was moved by the powerful message of love, forgiveness, and redemption.

Over the next few weeks, Sarah found herself looking forward to Sunday services. She began to feel a sense of peace and calm that she had never experienced before. The sermons were thought-provoking, and the community was supportive and welcoming.

As Sarah continued to attend church, she started to notice changes in her life. She felt more patient, kind, and compassionate. She began to see the world in a different light, and her relationships with others improved.

One day, Sarah faced a difficult challenge at work. She was feeling overwhelmed and stressed, but as she reflected on the lessons she had learned at church, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She realized that she was not alone and that she had a community of people who cared about her.

Sarah's experience taught her the importance of attending church on Sunday. It was a time for her to connect with others, reflect on her values, and find peace and guidance. She discovered that Church was not just a place to worship, but a community that could support and uplift her.

From that day forward, Sarah made it a priority to attend church on Sunday. She found that it helped her stay grounded, focused, and connected to something greater than herself. And as she looked around at the people she had met, she knew that she was part of something special – a community that shared her values and supported her on her journey.
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THE FALL: A TALE OF LOST DREAMS

In the vibrant city of Lagos, a young boy named Ola once shone bright with promise. His academic prowess and boundless energy made him a standout, with dreams of becoming a doctor or engineer. However, Ola's trajectory took a devastating turn when a friend introduced him to Rophynol, a pill that promised relaxation.

This seemingly innocuous start soon spiraled into a deadly addiction, consuming Ola's life. Codeine and Tramadol followed, numbing his senses and eroding his aspirations. As his grades plummeted and his relationships frayed, Ola's friends, Kemi and Yimi, watched in horror.

One poignant evening, they confronted Ola about his downward spiral. Kemi's gentle concern and Yimi's blunt warnings fell on deaf ears, as Ola confessed to using substances as an escape from reality.

The once-bright Ola slowly vanished, replaced by a frail, empty shell. Despite his friends' desperate attempts to intervene, the damage was irreparable. Ola's addiction had taken its toll, and he succumbed to acute liver failure.

The community was shaken by Ola's tragic demise, serving as a stark reminder of the dangers of substance abuse. His friends now stood by his grave, their hearts heavy with grief and regret.

Moral Lesson: Drug abuse doesn't just destroy your body; it annihilates your future. Don't let temporary relief obliterate your permanent dreams. Stay away from drugs, those silent killers that erase your potential one day at a time.

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Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

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LIFE INSPIRATION

An eagle advised a woman on the best way to raise children.

“Are you okay, human mother?” the eagle asked.

The woman, surprised, stared at it.

“I’m scared. My baby is about to be born, and I have so many doubts. I want to give him the best, I want his life to be easy and beautiful, but how will I know if I’m raising him right?”

The eagle observed the woman and perched near her.

“Raising a child isn’t easy. It’s not about making everything comfortable. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. When my eaglets are born, the nest is full of feathers and soft grass—they have a place where they can rest, where they feel safe. But when the time comes for them to learn to fend for themselves, I take all that away. I leave only the thorns.”

The woman frowned, confused.
“Thorns? Why make it so hard?”

The eagle looked at her seriously.
“Because thorns cause discomfort. And that discomfort is necessary. They don’t stay there waiting for everything to be handed to them. The thorns force them to seek a better place, to grow. Comfort doesn’t teach them anything.”

The woman pondered the eagle’s words but still had doubts.

“And what do you do when they fall?” she asked, intrigued.

The eagle replied.
“I throw them into the air. At first, they fall because the wind overpowers them, but I catch them. I lift them with my talons and throw them again. Over and over, until they learn to fly on their own. And do you know what I do next? I let them go. I don’t help them anymore."

The woman looked at her, wide-eyed, not fully understanding.

“I don’t enable dependency,” the eagle continued. “My children must learn to fly, must learn to be strong on their own. Life isn’t about keeping them in a soft, safe nest all the time. If I overprotect them, if I keep them in my nest forever, I won’t be teaching them anything. They need to find their own way, and I know they will.”

The woman, gazing at the eagle, took a deep breath.

“So, I should let my child suffer a little?” she said, a bit fearful.

The eagle nodded.

“It’s not suffering. It’s learning. And though it may hurt you, human mother, the best thing you can do is teach him to be strong. Don’t hold him back, don’t coddle him all the time. Make him fly.”

The woman nodded, caressed her belly, looked at the eagle for a long moment, and then, with a smile, bid the bird farewell.

“Thank you, mother eagle,” she whispered as she walked away. “Your advice is invaluable.”

The woman continued on her path, determined to be the mother her child needed: firm, brave, a mother who would teach him to fly.

If you want your child to soar high… don’t do everything for him. Don’t keep him in a nest of comfort. Eagles push their young out of the nest, let them face the thorns, because they know that’s the only way they’ll learn to fly.

Don’t be afraid to see them fall. You, like the eagle, will be there to lift them up, but don’t keep them under your wing forever. Let them face the wind. Let them learn to be strong. True love isn’t protecting them from everything—it’s teaching them to fly, even if it means letting them fall. Let them find their way, even if they stumble along the process.