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The fact about journey of money/life 😬😬

One morning, a small goat named Kiki decided she was tired of being “just a goat.”
She stood on a rock in the village and announced, “From today, I am a lion.”
The chickens fainted. The dogs laughed. Even the mango tree dropped a fruit out of shock.
Kiki practiced her roar: “Meeeeh… I mean… ROAAAR!”
It was not convincing.
Still, she walked proudly into the forest to prove herself. Unfortunately, the first animal she met was an actual lion.
The lion looked at her for a long moment and said, “Nice costume.”
Kiki blinked. “You’re not scared?”
The lion yawned. “I’m on my lunch break. Also, goats are not exactly top-tier predators.”
Kiki sighed. “So… I can’t be a lion?”
The lion thought for a second. “You can be whatever you want… but maybe start with something easier. Like… a very confident goat.”
So Kiki went home, climbed her rock again, and announced, “From today, I am a goat… with leadership skills.”
The village applauded. The mango tree dropped another fruit—this time in approval.

A man named Tunde decided he was tired of being broke, so he opened a “luxury restaurant” in his neighborhood.
The grand opening was simple: one plastic chair, one table, and a sign written in marker:
“5-Star Dining Experience (Don’t Ask Questions)”
His first customer came in and asked, “What’s on the menu?”
Tunde smiled confidently. “Today’s special is air-fried rice… but the air is not included.”
The customer blinked. “So… just rice?”
Tunde nodded. “Premium rice. It has seen things.”
Still curious, the customer ordered it. Five minutes later, Tunde brought out a plate of rice and said, “Careful. It’s very emotional today.”
The customer tasted it, paused, and said, “Hmm… why does it taste like my childhood struggles?”
Tunde whispered proudly, “That’s the secret ingredient.”
Just then, another customer walked in and asked, “Do you accept card?”
Tunde pointed to the wall. “Yes. But the POS is shy. Try encouraging it.”
The customer laughed so hard he almost dropped his phone.
Before leaving, he asked, “So what’s the name of this restaurant again?”
Tunde smiled and said,
“Don’t worry about it. Just come back hungry and confused.”
Now be honest… would YOU eat here or run away first? 😄

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A Teacher’s Last Tears: When the Light of a Classroom Was Snuffed Out in Silence.


🥹Haa…my heart broke when I saw it.💔💔💔💔💔💔


A teacher, full of life just hours before, reduced to a picture of raw agony—hot tears streaming down his face, eyes red with terror, breathing his last breath in helplessness. He wasn’t a soldier on a battlefield. He wasn’t a criminal on the run. He was in a classroom, doing the noblest work in any society: shaping minds.


And yet, he was hunted, captured, imprisoned in fear, and slaughtered like an animal. In a nation that calls itself the Giant of Africa, how did we get here?


This was someone’s father. Someone’s husband. Someone’s brother, friend, colleague, neighbour. A man who kissed his family goodbye in the morning, walked into work, and never came home. His aged parents may still be alive, waiting for a son who will never return. His students lost not just a teacher, but a guardian of their future.


What was his offense? That he taught? That he dared to show up for work in a country where duty has become a death sentence?


I saw him weep. I heard the silence of his plea. And then, his dreams, his voice, his life—cut short in an instant.


They tell us to “fokanbale”—to put our minds at rest. But how do we rest when classrooms are no longer safe? How do we rest when the very people building the nation are being buried before their time?


If this is what “Renewed Hope” looks like, then hope itself is bleeding.


Let this be more than a hashtag. Let this be a line in the sand. All teachers across the South West should consider shutting down schools in solidarity—a sacred pause to honour a fallen hero and to demand that no other teacher dies in silence.


We mourn you, Mr. Michael Oyedokun. We remember you. And we refuse to let your tears be in vain.
It is well ❤️‍🩹

O lord help Nigeria, please let's pray for Nigeria,evil is too much,we will not fall into the trap of evil men,I and our family, please say amen 🙏, Jesus will help us, amen