Hello guys,

I know you all have never expected a movie review from me well I never thought i would write one anytime soon but this movie just drives me nuts.
If you haven't seen Broken Hallelujah by Bimbo Ademoye TV i challenge you to do it and watch your entire life and mind change for the better if not the best.

Broken hallelujah is a story about God's unwavering love, it is a subtle reminder that love, faith, grace and hope are a gift of God to man.

This movie shows that God is always present in our lives, he shares in our happiest moments, our saddest moments and even movements when we hit the rock and the only option is giving up he's always there to restore our hopes and cheer us on.

The tears that built up in my eyes while watching this movie is an assurance that God will always be with me and all will be fine in the long run it is more like him assuring me that anytime.
that I need him he will always be there for me.

You guys I was particularly glued to the burst of emotions and thrilled by the excitement that this movie gave from start to finish. I got really emotional during their waiting period as a couple and prayed not to experience such when my time comes because it's really not easy to hold on when you don't see the signs that holding on will pay off.

A man like Diya's husband is worth having, a man that will love me despite any condition we find ourselves such kind of love is really priceless. It may be in the movies but I will give anything to love like that and to be loved like that.

Guys Bimbo Ademoye, Daniel iEtim and the entire cast and crew of this movie did an utterly amazing job in fact the outdated themselves on this one.

This is my best movie after Omoni Oboli's "Love In Every Word" so if you haven't seen it this is your sign.

If you have seen this movie what were your best parts?
Let's talk in the comments.

PS
Who is available to love me like Diya and her husband? Lol

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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.

~Arc Mohammed Isa .
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Now I Understand Why My Father Was Silent !

When I was a boy, I used to wonder why my father came home some nights so late, so quiet.
No smile. No stories. Just silence—and a heavy walk to his room.
Back then, I thought he was just tired.

Now I know better.
He was fighting battles he couldn’t explain.

He was broke, but couldn’t cry. 😭😭😭😭
He was sick, but couldn’t stop.
He was overwhelmed, but couldn’t show weakness.
Because men don’t get the luxury of falling apart.

The world is BRUTAL to men.
You either produce or perish.
No break. No vacation. No soft landing. Just pressure and expectations.

Provide. Protect. Lead.
Even when your back is broken and your soul is drained.

Now that I’m grown, I understand.
I see the pain he hid.
The nights he slept hungry so we wouldn’t.
The dreams he buried so we could dream freely.
The tears he held back so we’d feel safe.

To every man grinding in silence—I see you.
To every father sacrificing his health, his sleep, his peace—you are the real MVP.

To the fathers who died before they could witness their children's success—may your souls rest like warriors.

This is for the unsung heroes.
The men with cracked hands, bleeding hearts, and unbreakable spirits.

You are not forgotten.
You are not weak.
You are not invisible.

You are the reason families stay standing.

God bless our fathers.
God strengthen our sons.
And may we, as men, carry this legacy with honor.

Happy Father's Day to all men.

R.I.P to my beloved Dad.

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ChaCha Eke is back to the streets, if her reason for leaving her marriage is not related to domestic violence then trust the holy prophet indiscov that she will learn the hard way,

It's easier to leave your marriage but trust holy prophet indiscov that it will be almost impossible to return back to your marriage and what's more difficult is re-marrying especially when your SMV as a 33+ vvoman has so much declined;

--Njideka Okeke did the same thing and she remained in the streets for over a decade and when she found out all hope is lost for her to secure a high value man or a single man with lively skin she quickly hooked onto a polygamous man,

--Tonto Dike did the same and she tried to prove a point by hooking onto Prince Kpokpogri and it did not work, Kpokpogri was only there to pipe and swipe her because there's no right thinking innocent man that will want to carry a left over when he has access to abundant number of single chilldless and younger vvomen out there in our society,

--Toke Makinwa did the same and she learned the hardest way, she has been on the streets for long and will remain in the streets until her pororo hair turns gray with cobwebs all over it,

--Korra Obidi did the same and became a public caricature, men piped and swiped her and she is slowly kpaying of depression today while putting out fake expressions and dance to public,

The expandables can now return and carry on where they stopped, anoint and fortify your holy heavenly ordained preeqss and pipe her thoroughly, she has made herself available also make your preeqs available to completely deesstroye what's left of her pororo and shift the wooom-mb to permanent site of bar-ren-ess.

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Let your (good) health matter sinks to your subconscious being, when you wake up any day it should unconsly moves you towards intermittent fasting (eating breakfast by 11am at least).

When breaking your fast, don't spike your insulin level by eating just anything. If there's nothing proteinous, just dissolve lime juice in hot water or green tea.

If your work is stranous please include natural CARBS of 50% to your meal.

It's another beautiful and productive day for you to meditate first on your health status!

ASANTASANE!

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Read this with an open mind and have a rethink whenever you sees our security men especially the Army Navy and Air force..
*THE INVISIBLE WOUNDS OF THE NIGERIAN SOLDIERS*

By AH GULANI

The life of an average member of the Armed Forces is filled with confusion, sacrifice, and silent victimization both from within and outside our homes. While we are seen in public as symbols of courage and strength, behind closed doors, we are slowly fading shadows in the lives of those we fight to protect, including our very own families.

Our children grow up believing it is their mother who loves them most , who pays for their school fees, buys their clothes, feeds them, and nurtures them. Why? Because they barely see us. Duty calls us away , first to distant deployments, then to conflict zones. We miss birthdays, graduations, recitals, and religious holidays. To them, we are only a voice on the phone or a pixelated face on a video call.

Yes, salaries are paid. But more than 70% of it goes to our families to ensure their wellbeing. We work ourselves to the bone to give them comfort, yet our physical absence plants a seed of emotional distance. Many of us have missed Sallah and Christmas celebrations not once, but for years because duty had other plans.

By the time we die, our children don’t truly mourn our absence, it is something they have already grown used to. Our portraits on the wall are nothing but a formal reminder of a ghost who was once a father. We didn’t share enough time to leave strong memories. Even our wives may God bless them feel more like widows during our service years. Out of 20 years of marriage, we might spend only 30% of the time with them physically. Our lives are lived through calls and blurry WhatsApp video chats.

Our children sometimes deny us when we go on leave, unsure whether to call us “Daddy” or “Sir.” “Daddy, when are you coming back?” becomes a regular question, and with time, even that curiosity fades.

Our parents and siblings pull at us from one side, demanding our presence, our money, our attention. Yet we must answer to the call of service. Our childhood friends have become distant leaders.Our local communities now seem foreign. We miss weddings, funerals, naming ceremonies, family meetings. We are soldiers always away, always missing.

Even our annual leave is swallowed by part time professional development, or security emergencies. We are sometimes posted to remote regions, where our tribe or religion is a minority. Yet, with integrity and patriotism, we serve diligently.

And yet, it doesn’t end there. We’ve been victims of love denied , women refusing our proposals, not because they don’t love us, but because they fear becoming widows too soon, or being wives to ghosts, only connected by mobile data. We build beautiful homes with luxurious interiors, but we end up sleeping in trenches under the hot sun , onboard a ship on tiny best shaken by deep sea waves or in swampy forests, faces buried in dust, eyes scanning for enemies, hearts burdened by longing.

We have watched our comrades dying, some with bullets to the chest, others in pools of blood, whispering the names of their wives and children. And still, we fight.

We are mocked by some of the citizens we swore to protect. “Na dem dey beat us useless people ,” they say. “Wetindem dey even do?” they mock. We walk into markets and are charged higher instead of being honored. We are ridiculed in the media when one of us makes a mistake, but our gallantry and battlefield victories go unreported. When we fall, headlines read. ‘’Two soldiers killed by unknown gunmen.” No names. No honor. No legacy from the citizens except the armed forces honor.

Even worse, our enemies have become more organized while our sacrifices are not appreciated. We protect the integrity of the nation, ensure others sleep with both eyes closed yet our own families are restless because they never know if we’ll return.

Where do you want a soldier to belong? What do you want us to be?

We are not machines. We are human. We are citizens just like you. We bleed, we cry, we miss our families too. We are not foreigners , we are your brothers, sisters, uncles, daughters, and sons.

So please, Nigerians, if you cannot love the soldier, then at least show compassion. Love us for the sake of our wives who wait endlessly. Love us for the sake of our children who only see us in frames. Love us for the sake of the country we are dying for.

Despite the ridicule and discrimination, we still love you. We can’t stand by and watch you suffer not because we are commanded to protect you, but because it is in our blood to do so.

We only ask for one thing in return, your understanding, and your humanity.

God bless you and remain favour from Almighty God.

Reduce bitterness from your life, that **** delays blessings!
Celebrate with people when is their own time your's is coming 😃😃😃

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