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Good morning to my lovely pple. Do a beautiful day.

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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Hey girl, watever you going through right now, as long as you not pregnant you'll be okay...!!

Good morning my beautiful ladies...!!!

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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.

Good evening beautiful people across the world ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

It's another beautiful day here again!

Please don't spike your insulin this morning by inputting a carbs onto your system via your mouth.

Just keep it simple, if must break the fast before 11am, please let it be a cup of worm water+lemon juice or a green tea. 4-5 boiled Eggs+Avocado would also do a miraculous activation too!

Spiking your insulin is as dangerous as incurring a loan without paying both interests and capital.

Be kind to yourself and metabolic health today!

Why wouldn't you give a trial today?

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God creation is beautiful

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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God longs to bless His children with abundance, pouring out daily provisions that nourish and strengthen every part of our lives.

Psalm 68:19 reminds us of this beautiful truth: “Blessed be the Lord, who daily loads us with benefits, the God of our salvation!” It’s a powerful reminder that God’s love, grace, and care are not just occasional—they are constant, overflowing into our lives every single day.

Each day, He meets us with new mercies, whether through answered prayers, unexpected opportunities, or simply the gift of waking up to experience His goodness once more. When we trust in His promises and remain anchored in faith, we open ourselves to the daily blessings He so lovingly offers. Embrace His grace and let His peace fill your heart, knowing that each new day is another chance to experience His boundless love.

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EPISODE 3:

I didn’t sleep after that. How could I? My own husband—my supposed protector—was conspiring against me. Each word from his phone call replayed in my mind like a cruel echo.

"She won’t suspect anything."

But I did. And now, I had to find out what they were planning before it was too late.

By the time Emeka drifted into a deep sleep, his phone was still beside him, unlocked. I hesitated. I had never invaded his privacy before, but this wasn’t about privacy. This was about survival.

Slowly, I reached for the phone and scrolled through his call logs. The last call had been with Mama. My fingers trembled as I clicked on their messages.

Mama: She’s taking too long. It’s time for the next step.

Emeka: I’ll talk to her, but we have to be careful. She’s already suspicious.

Mama: Then stop wasting time. The girl is ready. We can’t delay any longer.

I froze.

"The girl is ready?"

I scrolled up frantically, my breath hitching. Then, I saw it. A name I didn’t recognize—Chisom.

There were pictures. A beautiful young woman, smiling shyly, dressed in traditional attire. My stomach twisted.

"They had already chosen my replacement."

A wave of nausea hit me, and I barely made it to the bathroom before emptying my stomach. The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave—I was being erased.

Wiping my mouth, I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red, my face pale. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the same Nkechi who had walked into this marriage full of hope.

"I can’t stay here."

But leaving wasn’t just about packing a bag and walking away. I knew my family would never support a divorce. And Emeka’s family? They wouldn’t let me leave quietly.

I had to be smart.

Taking one last look at my sleeping husband, I made a silent vow.

"You think I don’t suspect anything, Emeka? Watch me."

I was going to find out everything they were planning. And when I did, I would make sure I was the one who decided how this story ended.

TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️

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Beautiful morning to y'all 💞