LordBillionz:
You have comprehension issues and yeah, you're mad.

If you are not mentally ill, point out where I said someone should not be helped. Also, point out where I dictate who the person should help.

immortalcrown:
If you are not mentally ill, point out where I said someone should not be helped. Also, point out where I dictate who the person should help.

It's confirmed. I have been talking with a lunatic on a loop.

LordBillionz:
It's confirmed. I have been talking with a lunatic on a loop.

If you are not mentally ill, point out where I said someone should not be helped. Also, point out where I dictate who the person should help.

Wisdomkosi:
Ebonyi Woman In Tears After Her Yam Barn Was Burnt To Ashes 😭😭😭😭😭 | #IgbereTV

The woman hails from Ngbo okposhi Umuakpu, Ndiagu Igube precisely. After returning from her activity discovered that her yam barn burnt to ashes down without knowing the cause. 😭😭😭😭

She is crying because all hope seems Lost, no helping hands from the family.

Watch video https://youtube.com/shorts/_sthyBum0OM?si=BfV6wsh1UJD2oOxC

https://youtube.com/shorts/_sthyBum0OM?si=BfV6wsh1UJD2oOxC

men! tragic, at tjhis point of time. so sorry mam.
spiritual people used UBER EAT order esuru for REALM for e-BURN-YI?

So sorry dear

Tallesty1:
I experienced something like this in the village during my secondary school days. There was this land that nobody was farming on; it was just there, and it was big. I inquired and was told that the owners no longer lived close by.

I found them and told them that I wanted to use it, and they agreed. So, I started clearing, cutting, and burning. I began farming before the first rain came (Yam farmers can relate). I also hired laborers, and we worked tirelessly there. The ground was so fertile that no fertilizer was needed, and the harvest was the talk of the town.

I harvested the yams and spent all evenings tying them on stakes in the barn.

Then, I woke up one morning, and the whole thing was burnt down overnight.

A woman informed me in the morning, she was in tears. I went there, saw it, and then returned home to get ready for school. I came back very late in the evening, and my mom gave me a bundle of cash.

From what?

Well, people who saw how hard I worked decided to eat yam that day whether it was on the menu or not. Everybody was just buying. Word spread to the next village, and they came to buy; they bought everything.

I never knew I was that loved.

Thank you for this story.