GOD NEVER FAILS.

Me wey write this thing few months ago for team wey I don support for 15 years , I stupid Abi ? De there de suck monkey brezz ..

He’s just a friend” na that role I wan dey play now

Glad y’all are feeling the heat😹

Happy Sunday, everyone 🙏 May God guide our steps, protect our loved ones, and bless the work of our hands. May this new week bring us good news, open doors, peace of mind, and reasons to smile. May death and sorrow be far from us. Amen. 🙏❤

I survived the Chelsea banter last night.

Will you still cheat on this breeess?

Rate my outfit guys 🏅

Watch the moment Davido went down on his knees and asked Burna Boy for forgiveness 😳🥲

I'm back from church ⛪ Let me bless you: May you receive divine blessings from above🙏 How is your Sunday going ❤️😊

May god grant our heart desires today and always 🤲🏽🙏🏽

THE CHILD WHO COULD SEE THE DEAD The villagers believed the boy was cursed. He spoke to empty rooms. He waved at people nobody could see. Sometimes, he woke in the middle of the night and asked his mother why the dead were standing outside their house. His name was Akio. He was eight years old. And he could see people who had already died. At first, his mother believed he was imagining things. Then, one evening, Akio pointed towards an empty chair and said, “Grandfather wants you to stop blaming yourself.” His mother dropped the bowl she was holding. Her father had died before Akio was born. Nobody had told the boy about the last conversation she had with him. She had argued with her father shortly before his death. They had never reconciled. She had carried the guilt for years. “How do you know that?” she whispered. Akio looked towards the chair. “He says he knows you were angry. He says he was angry too. But he doesn't want you to be sad forever.” His mother fell to her knees. From that night onward, she began asking her son questions. Did her father look happy? Did he say anything else? Could he see her? Akio answered as honestly as he could. But the more people learned about his strange ability, the more they feared him. Children refused to play with him. Adults avoided his mother. The village priest told her to keep the boy away from the temple. Then, one rainy evening, a woman arrived at their house. She had been searching for her son, who had disappeared in the mountains three days earlier. Rescuers had found no trace of him. The woman was exhausted, frightened, and desperate. “Please,” she begged Akio's mother. “They say your boy can speak to the dead. Ask him if my son is alive.” Akio looked at the woman. Then he turned towards the doorway. A young boy stood there, dripping wet, with mud on his clothes. “Tell her I'm sorry,” the apparition said. Akio began to cry. The missing boy had fallen from a cliff during the storm. He had died before anyone could reach him. Akio looked at the grieving mother. “Your son is here,” he whispered. The woman grabbed his shoulders. “Where? Where is he?” Akio pointed towards the doorway. “He says he tried to come home. He says he is sorry he couldn't.” The woman began sobbing. Akio continued. “He says you should keep the little wooden boat you made together. He says he remembers the day you taught him how to make it float.” The woman's face changed. She had never told anyone about the wooden boat. She fell to the floor, crying as though her heart had finally been given permission to break. The villagers who had mocked Akio now watched him with fear and wonder. But the boy did not feel powerful. He felt tired. Every day, he saw people who had lost something they could never recover. Every day, he heard apologies that arrived too late. That night, his mother found him sitting by the window. “Are you afraid of what you can see?” she asked. Akio nodded. “Why?” “Because everybody wants me to tell them what the dead are saying.” He looked up at her. “But nobody asks what the living need to hear.” His mother embraced him. And for the first time, Akio understood that perhaps his strangest gift was not seeing the dead. It was helping the living say goodbye. Sometimes the words that heal us are the words we wish we had heard before it was too late. If you could hear one final message from someone you have lost, would you want to hear it—even if the truth hurt?

Please let’s be very honest here… If someone stood by you when you had nothing, do you owe them loyalty for life, even when the relationship starts destroying your peace ?

Bad to some, angles to others God did!!!’

One year from now... we will be standing in places we used to pray about!

Good morning and happy Sunday, everyone. Today we pray that the algorithm will favor us beyond our expectations.

She even want her friend to go missing, fear girls 😭😭

I don't believe in maintaining friendships out of pity. If we no longer fit into each other's lives, let it end.

Jackson: 7 goals Welbeck + Emegha + Quenda: 0 goals All are supposed to be Jackson’s replacement 😂😂😂 #CFC

Happy Sunday guys. I hear say light no dey Nigeria??

"Wait lemme call you back" No allow me cut call o, na run i wan run so.