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Literature › The Unbroken Vow by OT2024(op): 7:23pm On Mar 15

Good day dear friends.

Have a nice reading:

The Unbroken Vow

Tobi Danesi, a disciplined Mass Communication student, refuses premarital sex despite temptations at university and later in the workplace. During NYSC in Uyo, his integrity as a journalist exposes corruption and earns respect. His friendship with Esther grows into love. Supported by their families, they marry, proving that steadfast values can shape a meaningful life.

Chapter One – Tobi Danesi

The morning sun glinted off the red roofs of Greater Heights University, casting long shadows across the wide campus lawns. Students moved in every direction: some hurrying to lectures, others lounging under trees, scrolling through phones or chatting in small groups. Amid the lively chaos, Tobi Danesi walked calmly, his books tucked neatly under one arm, his uniform crisp and neat.

He was easy to notice—tall, dark-skinned, and handsome, with sharp features that made heads turn wherever he went. But there was more to him than looks. Those who had attended his lectures knew him as brilliant, always at the top of his class. Even lecturers would sometimes pause mid-lecture to shake their heads at his insight.
And yet, despite all the admiration, Tobi carried himself with a quiet confidence. He wasn’t arrogant, nor was he showy.

There was a calm about him, as though he had learned early in life that discipline and patience mattered more than praise.
“Morning, Tobi!” called Rita, weaving through the crowd to catch up with him. She was striking, with a smile that could light up a room, and she often walked beside him in the mornings, chatting casually.

“Morning,” Tobi replied politely, adjusting his books.

“You’re always so serious,” Rita teased. “Do you ever relax?”

“I relax,” Tobi said, smiling faintly, “but I also know what matters.”

Rita raised an eyebrow. “And what matters today, Mr. Philosopher?”

“Learning. Growing. Staying true to my principles,” he said simply.

Rita laughed lightly. “You’re such an odd one. Most guys would just… you know, enjoy themselves.”

Tobi shook his head. “Some things aren’t worth trading for temporary satisfaction.”

Rita stopped walking for a moment, studying him. “You really mean that? About… everything?”

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.

Her smile faltered slightly. “Even… relationships?”

“Yes. Especially relationships,” he answered.
For a moment, Rita looked unsure. She had expected flirtation, playful teasing, or perhaps some casual interest—but not this calm, unwavering conviction.

“You’re… different,” she said quietly.

“Maybe,” Tobi said, moving on. “But different isn’t always bad.”

As they continued down the walkway toward the Mass Communication building, a group of female students whispered and giggled nearby. Tobi noticed them but said nothing. Among them was Sandra, a girl notorious for stirring drama and gossip across campus. She gave him a playful smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’re quite popular,” Rita murmured.

“I know,” Tobi said simply. “But popularity isn’t a goal.”

Rita shook her head in disbelief, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You’re impossible.”

They reached the building, and Tobi set down his books. He paused a moment, looking around at the bustling campus: the students rushing to lectures, the vendors shouting over each other, the distant hum of campus life.

Life was fast, chaotic, and full of distractions. But Tobi had learned early that discipline was his anchor, his way to navigate a world full of temptation and noise.

Inside the lecture hall, Tobi took his seat at the front. Around him, students whispered about the latest gossip—rumors of who was dating whom, accusations of flirtations, and whispers about Sandra’s newest schemes. He ignored it all, opening his notebook and reviewing his notes for the day’s lecture.
When the lecturer arrived and began discussing media ethics,

Tobi listened intently, scribbling notes and occasionally raising his hand to ask questions. His mind was sharp, focused on understanding the material, not distracted by rumors or appearances.

After class, a small group of female students approached him.

“Hey, Tobi, can you help us with the assignment?” one asked, brushing her hair back.

Tobi nodded politely. “Sure. What do you need?”

They leaned in, whispering their questions. Tobi answered carefully, patiently explaining each point. A few of them exchanged impressed glances.

“You’re amazing,” one said softly.

Tobi smiled lightly. “Thank you. Just focus on understanding, not just grades.”

As he walked toward the library later, Tobi reflected on his life at Greater Heights University. He had always stood by a principle that set him apart from most students: no premarital sex, no shortcuts, and integrity above all.

And while that principle had earned him admiration, it also brought challenges. Whispers, rumors, and subtle temptations surrounded him constantly, testing his resolve. Some girls were drawn to him; others tried to break his discipline. But so far, he had remained steadfast.

He paused for a moment, looking at the university lawns where students played football and laughed with friends. Tobi allowed himself a small smile.

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Literature › ..... by OT2024(op): 7:16pm On Mar 15*

Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 10:07am On Mar 15

“Song of Grateful Praise”
Verse 1
O Lord our God, we lift our voice,
With thankful hearts we sing;
For all the grace You give to us,
Our lives to You we bring.
Through trials deep and darkest nights,
Your light has led the way;
With joy we stand before Your throne,
To praise Your name today.

Chorus
Thank You, Lord, for all You've done,
For mercy, love, and grace;
Our hearts rejoice, our voices rise,
In thanks before Your face.
Forever we will sing Your praise,
Our Savior and our King;
With grateful hearts and lifted hands,
Our hymn of thanks we bring.

Verse 2
For daily bread and breath of life,
For peace within our soul;
For hope that shines beyond the grave,
And love that makes us whole.
Your faithfulness through every year
Has never turned away;
So now with joy and humble hearts
Our grateful songs we pray.

Chorus
Thank You, Lord, for all You've done,
For mercy, love, and grace;
Our hearts rejoice, our voices rise,
In thanks before Your face.
Forever we will sing Your praise,
Our Savior and our King;
With grateful hearts and lifted hands,
Our hymn of thanks we bring.

Verse 3
When storms arise and doubts appear,
Your word remains our guide;
Your endless love surrounds our hearts,
Your Spirit walks beside.
So let our lives reflect Your grace,
Your goodness every day;
And may our songs of thankfulness
Bring glory to Your name.

Christianity Etc › Re: The Ark: Oyedepo Building 109,000-Seat Church In Canaanland Ota, Ogun, Nigeria by OT2024: 9:49am On Mar 15

Unnecessary.

Worship God in spirit and in truth.

Not in an Ark.

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Foreign Affairs › Re: Keir Starmer Defends Decision Not To Join Attacks On Iran. by OT2024: 7:39am On Mar 06

Sister Kemi is right.

I stand with her on this.

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Romance › Re: Money Can't Buy Love by OT2024(op): 3:36pm On Mar 01

I ushered Amanda into my sitting room. "It's a nice place you have here, Tayo," she commented.

"Thank you."

She eyed the laptop on my table. "So, you're working at home now?"

I nodded and grinned. "Yes. Man must survive."

"So, how has it been with you since you left madam?"

I grinned again. "It's not easy but I'm coping well."

She smiled. "I can see that. You're even putting on weight."

I chuckled at this.

She sat down while I looked at her expectantly.

"I have a problem of accommodation. I've been staying with a friend in the last months, but we had a disagreement and she asked me to pack out. I have saved some money for a mini-flat, but I need a little more money to be able to get it. That's why I need your help. I need a place to stay for just two weeks."

I stared at her. "That's the problem?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell Ms. Morgan, your boss?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Why not? She might be of help."

"She has helped me financially in some areas. I don't want to bother her on this."I sighed as I thought over what she had said.

"It's just to sleep, wake up and go to work. I will take care of feeding myself. By the end of March, latest, I would have sorted myself out and I will leave."

I lived in a two-bedroom flat. The second bedroom was always vacant. Was there any harm in helping Amanda out?

"Okay, Amanda. But let it be clear that while you are here, I don't want any visitor. I don't want to hear anything like your boyfriend is visiting."

"I don't even have a boyfriend right now," she quickly said. "And of course, I won't bring any other

visitor."

I nodded. "Fine. You can stay."

She came to give me a hug and stood up.

"Later today, I will bring some of my things. I'm going back to work for now."

"Okay. See you. In case I've stepped out of the house by the time you come back, just give me a call."Amanda left. I wondered if I had done the right thing. I shrugged. If she proved to be troublesome, I would send her packing. Later that evening, Amanda came with two luggage and a leather bag. I took her to the bedroom where she would be staying. There was a bed and an in-built wardrobe. The place also had its own toilet and bathroom.

"Thank you so much, Tayo. I really appreciate this."

"You are welcome."

From her bag, she brought two packs of fried rice and gave me one.

"I bought this as I was coming."

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Literature › Re: Money Can't Buy Love by OT2024(op): 3:36pm On Mar 01

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Romance › Re: The Accidental Lover by OT2024(op): 1:12pm On Mar 01

She leaned into me, and I wrapped my arms around her.

We knew the world outside was watching now, even if silently.

But inside these four walls, we were still holding on.

Still choosing each other.

Even if it meant doing so in secret — and under fire.

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The months rolled by quietly, like pages in a well-kept diary. Seasons shifted, and the hush that had once surrounded our relationship became something more natural — something lived, not just hidden. We had learned the rhythm of discretion, and with time, the tension eased, replaced by a sense of steady closeness.

Fiyin turned nineteen that May. I spent weeks thinking about what to get her — something thoughtful, personal, and meaningful. In the end, I settled on a custom-made journal bound in soft brown leather, her name engraved in gold at the bottom right corner. Inside the first page, I wrote her a letter — long, handwritten, and from the deepest part of me.

“To the brightest part of my days, and the gentlest part of my nights. You’re growing, becoming. And watching you bloom is the quietest joy of my life.”

She read it in my room that evening, her fingers running over the words like they were more than ink. Her eyes welled up. She didn’t speak at first, just hugged me tightly, her face buried against my chest.

“No one’s ever given me something like this,” she whispered. “You see me in ways even I don’t see myself.”

From that day on, she began using the journal often — sketches, thoughts, prayers, study notes. It became a small symbol of how we’d grown together: not in a loud, messy romance, but in a quiet partnership.

As her GCE Ordinary Level exams approached, I stepped in to help her prepare. She trusted me as a guide, and I took that role seriously — helping her revise, drawing up study plans, and patiently explaining the bits of Chemistry and English she still found tricky.

She worked hard, sometimes staying up long into the night with textbooks open and pens tucked behind her ear. I’d brew tea, sit beside her quietly, or quiz her when she needed a challenge. We became a team.

When the results came out, she passed with strong credits in all the required subjects. Her eyes sparkled with pride, and I kissed her forehead softly.

“I told you,” I said. “You’re sharper than you know.”

She beamed, but she didn’t stop there. She applied for the IJMB — the interim A-Level pathway — and threw herself into that as well. The routine was tough, but she endured it with a focus I’d come to admire.

Months later, when she checked her IJMB scores online and saw that she’d passed again — solid scores, strong enough for university admission — she jumped into my arms with a squeal of disbelief.

“I got in!” she shouted, almost crying. “I got into LAUTECH!”

I lifted her off the ground, spinning her once before settling her gently down again. My chest swelled with pride — not just because she had succeeded, but because she had earned every bit of it through her own grit and discipline.

Her admission to study Food Technology at Ladoke Akintola University of Technology in Ogbomosho brought a wave of celebration to the entire house. Even Biola smiled with genuine pride. Her parents called to congratulate her; uncles and aunties sent small gifts. My uncle, despite everything, gave her a long hug and said simply, “Well done, my girl. You’ve made us proud.”

And she had.

In the middle of all the joy, Fiyin found her way back to my room one evening and stood silently by the door, just watching me.

“You were part of this,” she said. “You pushed me. You believed in me. Even when I doubted myself.”

I walked over and touched her cheek gently. “You did it, Fiyin. I just held the lamp while you found your own path.”

She smiled, her eyes soft with emotion. “I wish I could take you with me to Ogbomosho.”

“You’ll be fine,” I said, though the thought of her leaving weighed more heavily than I let on. “And I’ll be here, waiting. Always.”

We both knew that her university admission marked a turning point — a new chapter for her, and perhaps for us. But for now, in that quiet moment, we chose not to think about the distance, or the what-ifs.

We chose to hold on to the pride. To the love.

To the journey we had walked — hand in hand, heart to heart — and the promise of something more, just beyond the horizon.

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Literature › Re: The Accidental Lover by OT2024(op): 1:11pm On Mar 01

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Literature › Re: Seduced by OT2024: 9:58am On Mar 01

I had to allow some seconds to calm down.

"How is it my fault?" I asked with gritted teeth.

"Oh, so you're still asking! Didn't you know what you did? Didn't you know what you did to cause this?"

I was scandalized. The car crawled to a halt as a result of the go-slow. It helped in steeling myself into calmness.

"I'm sorry madam, with due respect, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You are the cause because of what you're using on me. You must be the cause as all this is not ordinary."

My heart was beating fast. Oh Lord, I prayed in my heart, I pray that this woman is not a psychiatric case.

"It is not ordinary. Ever since that moment we spoke on the phone , I have not been myself. I tried to get you out of mind to no avail. I had to discretely ask Sharon about you. I got your number. I realized I must use a factor for the reason of us coming together.

“That was why I told her about the P.A stuff. For the past two years, since my husband died, I have never felt like this for any man.

As a matter of fact, I've never felt like this before for any man in my life."

I heaved a sigh of relief. Madam Fransisica did not have any mental issue. She was only being carried away by emotions.

I nodded as if I understood perfectly. She was wrong, but there was no need for bickering. I had to apply wisdom.

"I'm a Christian," I started. "I believe in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I have never used juju on anybody before and I will never do it. I have no reason to use juju on you."

The traffic had started moving again. "I couldn't have used juju on you that first time we talked on the phone. Remember it was Sharon's number I called. There was no way could I have known or even suspected that you would be the one to pick the call."

We were now in Ketu.

“There's solution to this problem. The solution is prayer. But let me tell you this. The way you feel about me is the way I feel about you."

She looked at me sharply. "Really?"

I nodded. "Really. I have this attraction I can not really describe for you."

She shook her head. "No, no, no, Seyi. Don't even go there."

Some moments passed.

"It is a fact I can not run away from. I know the feeling I have for you, strange as it could be."

There was a long silence.

"And what feeling is that?" The car was now at the gate of her residence. I blared the horn to attract Bashir's attention.

He threw the gate open and I drove in. After I had switched off the engine, we remained in the car.

"I asked you a question," she reminded me.
I nodded. "Yes, and I will answer it. I love you."

She stared at me for a long time. "I know it," she said. "I really know it. When a young man tells a lady he loves her, what he wants is sex. That is what you want, right? Seyi, so you want to have sex with me?" I shook my head.

"But that is what you want. No wonder you have been eyeing me somehow since morning. Ko le werk."

I chuckled. "I'm not talking about sex. If other guys see love as sex, I don't. I'm talking about real love, something that will culminate in marriage."

She looked at me sharply again. "Listen, young man. There are many things you're overlooking. How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight," I answered.

"Hmn, last May, I celebrated 45th birthday. I have two grown up kids in their late teens. Look at the gap between us - seventeen years!

“If I had got pregnant at seventeen, I would have birthed someone of your age. The two of us actually need prayers. We need to pray that the spirit of lusts should be cast out of our lives."

I remained silent.

"Whatever I might have said or done that offended you, I'm sorry,"

she said. "Forgive me. Now, let's go inside."
We came out of the car. I locked it and handed the keys to her.

Silently, we moved up the stairs to her flat. Kubrat opened the door for us while Sharon rushed at Madam Fransisca.

“Hello, Big Aunty. You're sexy and gorgeous as usual," Sharon said.

"Thank you, Sharon. You're very beautiful as ever."

Sharon smiled radiantly. "Thanks, Big Aunty."

"Good evening, Sharon," I greeted.

"Good evening Big Aunty's able P.A. I hope Big Aunty is not stressing you on this job."

I managed a grin. "Not at all. On the contrary, it is all pleasure."

Madam called Kubrat, gave Kubrat her handbag and the key to the bedroom. "Take this to the bedroom. You'll see a white shopping bag that has some hair cream and other things. Bring it. It is for him."

Big Aunty and Sharon chatted excitedly while I sat quietly.

Moments after Kubrat handed the shopping bag to me, I stood up.

Thank you so much, madam. I'll like to leave now."

The two ladies expressed surprise.

"Won't you wait to have evening meal?" Madam asked.

I shook my head. "Thank you madam, but I'm okay. I don't need any food today again. Good night, ma'am. Good night, Sharon."

"Goodnight, Seyi," madam returned.

I left the house.

Romance › Re: Seduced by OT2024: 9:57am On Mar 01

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Politics › Re: Fintiri’s Defection To APC Act Of Cowardice - PDP by OT2024: 5:39pm On Feb 28

Mr. Fintiri's defection indeed is a big blow to some people.
They should take it in their stride and move on.

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Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 7:15am On Feb 28

"We Are More Than Conquerors"
by Daryl Davis

Verse 1:
We are more than conquerors, through the blood of Jesus
We are overcomers, we are victorious
We are the redeemed, washed clean and made new
We are more than conquerors, in all we go through

Chorus:
We are standing on the promises of God
We are holding on to His Word
We are more than conquerors, in Jesus' name
We will overcome, we will reign

Verse 2:
No weapon formed against us shall prosper
We'll walk in victory, we'll walk in power
We are the children of God, joint heirs with Christ
We are more than conquerors, in His mighty strength

Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 6:46am On Feb 27

WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS

1. What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear;
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.

2. Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer,
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3. Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer,
Do your friends despise, forsake you?
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
In His arms He'll take and shield you,
You wilt find a solace there.

Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 7:30am On Feb 26

WHEN WE WALK WITH THE LORD

1. When we walk with the Lord,
In the light of His word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

CHORUS:
Trust and obey!
For there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus,
But to trust and obey.

2. But we never can prove
The delights of His love,
Until all on the altar we lay,
For the favour He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

3. Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we'll walk by His side in the way,
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 8:56am On Feb 25

ALL HAIL THE POWER OF JESUS' NAME

1. All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

2. Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre,
And as they tune it, fall
Before His face Who tunes their choir,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Before His face Who tunes their choir,
And crown Him Lord of all.

3. Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4. Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Extol the stem of Jesse's Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

5. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

6. Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of all.
The God incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of all.

7. Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget,
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

8. Let every tribe and every tongue,
Before Him prostrate fall,
And shout in universal song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
And shout in universal song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Christianity Etc › Re: Lady Who "Pastor" Cursed With Death By 11:30 P.M Has Just Tweeted by OT2024: 11:59am On Feb 24

It is preposterous that a pastor will be cursing somebody for not properly addressing him.

A real person called by God will.not make such a threat over a flimsy matter.

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Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 7:14am On Feb 24

Nairaland General › Re: Who Is The Most Famous Nigerian Of All Time? by OT2024: 6:18pm On Feb 23

Determining the "most famous Nigerian of all time" can be subjective and depends on various criteria such as cultural influence, political impact, or global recognition. However, some prominent figures often mentioned in this context include:

1. **Wole Soyinka** - A Nobel Prize-winning playwright and poet, Soyinka is recognized for his literary works and activism against political oppression in Nigeria.

2. **Chinua Achebe** - Known for his novel "Things Fall Apart," Achebe is one of the most significant African authors and is credited with bringing African literature to a global audience.

3. **Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala** - As a former finance minister and the first female Director-General of the World Trade Organization, Okonjo-Iweala is a prominent figure in global economics and politics.

4. **Muhammad Ali** - Although not Nigerian himself, he was famously connected to the country through his friendship with Nigerian boxer Dick Tiger and his support for African independence movements.

5. **Bola Ahmed Tinubu** - A key political figure in Nigeria, he was the Governor of Lagos State and has had a significant influence in Nigerian politics.

6. **Fela Kuti** - A legendary musician and the pioneer of Afrobeat, Kuti's music and activism against government corruption have made him an enduring cultural icon.

7. **Davido and Wizkid** - Both are internationally recognized musicians who have played a significant role in bringing Nigerian music, particularly Afrobeats, to a global audience.

Each of these individuals has made substantial contributions to their respective fields, making them some of the most recognized Nigerians worldwide.

Crime › Re: Lady Tied To Tree After Meeting Online ‘lover’ Rescued By Vigilantes In Delta by OT2024: 6:14pm On Feb 23

Most times, online romance is a scam.

Beware!

Politics › Re: El-Rufai Files ₦1 Billion Suit Against ICPC Over Abuja Home Invasion by OT2024: 6:02pm On Feb 23

The ICPC acted according to law.

Under Nigerian law, the Independent Corrupt Practices and Other Related Offenses Commission (ICPC) has the authority to investigate offenses related to corruption and can apply for search warrants to carry out searches, including in private residences, in certain circumstances.

The ICPC operates under the ICPC Act of 2000, which grants it the power to investigate and prosecute cases of corruption. For the ICPC to conduct a search of a private residence, it typically needs to follow the due process outlined in the law, which includes obtaining a search warrant from a competent court. The warrant must specify the premises to be searched and the items sought.

Therefore, while the ICPC itself does not unilaterally have the power to search a private residence without a warrant, it can initiate the process to obtain one, allowing it to carry out searches as part of its investigation activities. Always ensure to check the latest legal provisions or consult a legal expert for the most current and specific information.

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Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 6:20am On Feb 23

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful?
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbrous weights of care?
We must tell Jesus, we must tell Jesus,
He will hear our humble prayer.
He will give us vict'ry and peace,
And will take the sin and shame
From us, and give us His righteousness.

Crime › Re: NDLEA Caught Kano Businesswoman With Drugs Hidden In Fake Pregnancy by OT2024: 5:56pm On Feb 22

Ha a!
What an ingenious way to go.

But what is illegal remains illegal.

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Education › Re: Life Education by OT2024(op): 3:43pm On Feb 22

OT2024:
John D. Rockefeller was the welthiest American of all time and was once among the richest man in the world. By age 25, he controlled one of the largest oil refineries in the US. By age 31, he had become the world’s largest oil refiner. By age 38, he commanded 90% of the oil refined in the U.S.

By 50, he was the richest man in the country. As a young man, every decision, attitude, and relationship was tailored to create his personal power and wealth.

But at the age of 53, he became ill. His entire body became racked with pain and he lost all of his hair. In complete agony, the billionaire who could buy anything he wanted, but he could only digest soup and crackers. An associate wrote, He could not sleep, would not smile and nothing in life meant anything to him. His personal, highly skilled physicians predicted he would die within a year.

As he approached death he awoke one morning with the vague realization of not being able to take any of his wealth with him into the next world. The man who could control the business world suddenly realized he was not in control of his own life. He was left with a choice.

So, he called his attorneys, accountants, and managers and announced that he wanted to channel his Assets to Hospitals, Research, and Charity work. John D. Rockefeller established his Foundation.

This new direction eventually led to the discovery of Penicillin, cures for Malaria, Tuberculosis and Diphtheria.

But perhaps the most amazing part of Rockefeller’s story is that the moment he began to give back a portion of all that he had earned, his body’s chemistry was altered so significantly that he got better. It looked as if he would die at 53 but he lived until 98 yrs. old.

Rockefeller discovered the power of gratitude and philanthropy, giving away the majority of his wealth. This act not only healed him but also made him whole. The happiness he felt in sharing his blessings is one thing that healed him.

In his later years, he reflected in his diary:

“God taught me that everything belongs to Him, and I am merely a channel to fulfill His wishes. My life has been a long, happy journey, full of work and play. I let go of worry, and God was good to me every day.”

Education › Re: Life Education by OT2024(op): 3:42pm On Feb 22

OT2024:
HOW TO STAY POOR

1. PRIORITIZE SLEEPING
Never wake up early. Stay in bed as long as possible, stretching and turning until hunger forces you to get up. If there are no bed bugs, why hurry?

2. PRIORITIZE SPENDING
Never plan on investments. Spend money as soon as you get it. When it's gone, try to recall how it disappeared.

3. AVOID SAVING
Don’t save until you have a huge amount of money. How can you save when you earn so little? Those who advise saving don't understand your very important expenses.

4. PRIORITIZE YOUR PRIDE
Avoid activities deemed "uneducated" or "low class" like selling or small businesses. As a graduate, professional, or someone from a well-known family, engaging in such affairs is a huge insult to your standards and status.

5. WAIT FOR MIRACLES
Wait for an angel to deliver a bag full of money for your capital. It’s impossible to start any business without millions. Sure, some businesses began with little capital, but you know success is 100% guaranteed if you start big.

6. COMPLAIN ENDLESSLY
Complain about everything except your own attitude and mindset. Blame your poverty on your parents, the system, the government, and the banks that refused to lend you money. They are all bad and do not want you to get rich.

7. OVERSPEND
Always spend more than you earn. Buy products on credit and keep borrowing from friends and employers to maintain your lifestyle.

8. DRESS TO IMPRESS
Make sure you look rich so others will be intimidated by your presence. Win your secret showing-off competition. Whenever your neighbor buys a new phone, make sure you get a more expensive one.

9. PRIORITIZE CAR
Purchase a car that costs more than three times your annual salary. It’s an essential status symbol. Don’t worry if you don’t have a house or a place to park it. In fact, don’t prioritize buying your own house because you can’t use it to impress people like you can with a car.

10. SPOIL YOUR CHILDREN
Give your children everything they ask for to show your love and prove you’re the best parent. They shouldn’t struggle for anything. It doesn’t matter if they grow up lazy and entitled. What’s important is that you give them the best so they don’t suffer, unlike those cruel parents who, despite their means, choose to let their children struggle.

11. FOCUS ON ENTERTAINMENT
Devote your time, energy, and resources to watching your favorite sports or playing computer games. It doesn’t matter if you’re not productive. What’s important is that you enjoy life to the fullest. A time spent on enjoyment is never wasted.

12. PRIORITIZE VICES
Indulge in your favorite vices. Whether it's smoking, drinking, or gambling, make these your top priorities. Enjoy drinking with friends and embrace the image of being a smoker or gambler. Fully commit to these habits, regardless of their impact on your well-being or finances.

Christianity Etc › Re: The Solution To All Problems by OT2024(op): 3:40pm On Feb 22

OT2024:
Jesus is the solution to all problems.

He is because He offers peace, hope, and purpose in every circumstance. Through His life, death, and resurrection, He conquered sin, fear, and death, providing a path to eternal life and restoration with God. In times of suffering, Jesus brings comfort; in confusion, He gives wisdom.

He invites all to cast their burdens on Him, promising rest for weary souls. His love is unconditional, His grace sufficient, and His power limitless. No matter the struggle—be it emotional, physical, or spiritual—Jesus remains constant, faithful, and present. In Him, we find healing, direction, and ultimate victory.

Romance › Re: Led by the Flesh by OT2024(op): 9:17am On Feb 21

'What?' The man looked genuinely surprised.

'Wendy did that?'

'Yes,' Sergeant Momoh put in. 'So, you need to cooperate with us. Where does she live?'

'Hold on.'

The man opened his drawer and brought out two stapled papers that looked like a C.V. It belonged to Wendy. He handed it to Momoh. 'That's her address and other contact. You can have it.'

'Thank you.' Momoh brought out a complimentary card from the same pocket he had brought the i.d. Card.

'Here, give me a call the moment she pops up here.'

The man nodded. 'Alright, Sergeant.'

Momoh turned to Joe.

'Oga, leave us to continue the work from here. You can be calling my number to be updated on the matter. Don't worry, we'll get her arrested and the law will take its course.'
Joe nodded. 'You really must get her arrested. There's no way a lady will treat me so dishonorably and go scot-free. That Wendy must rot in jail!'

'We'll do our best,' the other officer, who had been taciturn, said.

Joe nodded. 'Yes. I want your very best.'

* * *

Eddie had a busy day in the office and in the court. It was almost four o'clock before he had a respite. Right in his office, he changed from his law gown to t-shirt. He intended to move from the office to Amorisia Store at Ikeja. Slowly, he drove to the place as the traffic was already building up.

Linda personally attended to him. She showed round the different products that Amorisia offered for sale. Eddie was impressed by what he saw. He never imagined that some of those products were offered for sale right here in Nigeria.
He pointed at a black curvy-haired doll that looked very appealing to him.

'How much does this cost?' he asked.

'N700,000.'

He nodded as he did not expect anything less. He made money transfer right there and she got the bank text alert. He was given the manual which covered the usage and the maintenance.

'Do not hesitate to give us a call if and when the need arises.'

The collapsible doll was put in a case and that looked more like a suitcase. That was it. He had a sex partner he would not take to dinner or buy exotic items for; but the one he could have unfettered sexual access to. In his mind, he thought of a name to call her. Several names came to his mind but he finally settled for Dolly.

Yes, that seemed appropriate enough. He put the case of Dolly in his car and drove home. He decided he would have to leave Dolly in the booth of the car until his children had slept. He didn't want anybody to know about her; she must forever be his secret love.
It was almost mid-night when he had the chance to bring Dolly to his apartment and to his bedroom.

The children had just gone to bed. He locked the bedroom door and brought her out. He was not in a hurry to sleep with her as he took his time in reading the manual and examining the humanoid toy. He grinned to himself when he read that Dolly could moan when in the act. Good, I would see how good she was in doing that, he thought gleefully.
Minutes later, Eddie went into action with Dolly.

Literature › Re: Led by the Flesh by OT2024(op): 9:17am On Feb 21

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Christianity Etc › Re: Appreciation of God by OT2024(op): 8:10am On Feb 21

It is another glorious day.

Thank You Lord.

Thank You Jesus.

Romance › Re: Something Fishy About Ms Kay by OT2024(op): 8:08am On Feb 21

"I understand, Dave. You need time to make some adjustment. I'll wait. Can we, at least, be friends, for now?"

That friendship could be dangerous, my mind said. All the same, if I could show self-restraint and a lot of discipline, there would be no harm.

"Okay, but get it at the back of your mind that nothing amorous will happen between us again."

She smiled. "Yes, sir!" she said sarcastically.

We went on to chat. She was currently working in the state ministry of land and survey, she said, and she was still living in her parents' house at Anthony. I told her about my job and the challenges. We chatted about old time. For now, I was relieved from worrying about any missing bra.

But I was miffed that Damilola took the line of action that she took. When it was getting towards evening, I asked if my guest would like to take rice. There were some foodstuffs and we could cook rice.

She agreed and pronto went on to cook the food. She was not a good cook but was better than Damilola. I commended her for her effort. When it was minutes after seven, I asked her if it would not be a good idea for her to start going home so that she would not be late.

"I'm sleeping over tonight," she declared. I raised an eye brow on that. "Is that really a good idea?" I asked.

She chuckled. "Is it really a bad idea?" she parried.

My mind was busy. I resolved that no matter the temptation, I would overcome it. I would have to prove to her that I meant all that I had said. We continued to chat and watch the television until late in the night.

"Do you have a t-shirt I change to?" she asked.

I stood up went to the wardrobe.

"Sure." I gave her a white t-shirt.

She stood up as she got it. She unzipped the ankara skirt she was wearing. I could see she was wearing a black tight underneath. Then, she unzipped the ankara blouse. The black bra that came into view immediately reminded me of the missing bra. What Funmi was wearing looked so much like the other one; but then, bras look alike, don't they?

Without minding that I was there, Funmi unhooked the bra and unclothed her boobs. I looked away. It would be a tough task but I must pass the litmus test. She finally put on the t-shirt and came back to sit on the sofa.

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Literature › Re: Something Fishy About Ms. Kay by OT2024(op): 8:08am On Feb 21

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Romance › Re: Beyond The Glamour by OT2024(op): 12:09pm On Feb 15

Then she left.

I didn’t move for a long time.

Just sat there, staring at the drive like it was an old photograph of a man I barely recognized.

---

The Crossroads

That night, I didn’t make any calls.

I didn’t send anyone to Ogudu. Or track her phone.

I went home, poured a drink.

Turned on the music.

Nina Simone. Sinnerman.

And I played the file.

Not to bury it.

But to remember why I started.

And to decide whether I still had the strength…

…to stop.

I woke up before dawn. Not from guilt. Not from fear.

But from something older. Something I hadn’t felt in years.

Purpose.

The flash drive sat on my desk, next to the untouched whiskey. I’d played it twice. Every word. Every image. Every bank transaction, bribe trail, murdered name, buried voice.

I was in all of it.

Not just as a footnote.

As the architect.

---

Detachment Protocol

I knew what had to happen next.

First: burn everything. Not literally. Symbolically.

I called Chuks at 6:12 a.m.

“I’m out.”

He didn’t speak at first. Then:

“Out of what?”

“Everything.”

He laughed. Short. Nervous.

“Boss, you don’t walk away from this.”

“I just did.”

I hung up.

Next: I wiped my private network. VPNs, routers, call logs. I disconnected Sunday, Ngozi, the surveillance teams.

Then I drafted two letters—
One to The Guardian. One to the EFCC.
Each with everything: accounts, names, locations, footage.

I set them on a 48-hour dead man's switch. If anything happened to me, they’d go public. Irrevocably.

---

The Last Call

I dialed Adesuwa.

She didn’t answer.

No surprise.

So I left a message.

“Tell Betty it’s over. I don’t expect forgiveness. Just silence. If anyone comes after Adaeze, I will drag us all down.”

I paused.

“Tell your father I know what he did in Port Harcourt. I kept it buried. That ends if they touch her.”

Click.

For the first time in years, I felt… free.

---

Confession

The newsroom smelled the same.

Ink, sweat, ambition.

I hadn’t been back in over six years. The security guard at the door recognized me, but didn’t stop me. Just nodded like he’d seen a ghost.

Inside, they stared.

Phones dropped. Keyboards stilled.

Then I saw her.

Kemi. Editor-in-chief now.

The woman who gave me my first front-page story.

“Femi?”

“I have something,” I said. “But I’m not staying.”

She led me to the back. No questions.

I handed her a new flash drive.

“This has everything. Proof. Documents. Audio. It’ll burn the Ministry, the police, the godfathers.”

“And you,” she said quietly.

I nodded. “Especially me.”

She took a breath. “You sure about this?”

“No.”

She waited. I added:

“But it’s time.”

---

Adaeze's Message

That night, I got a text.

From an unknown number.

Just one line:

“I saw. He’d be proud. I am too.”

No name. But I knew.

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