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[AbuHossam]

I’m a little frustrated… I’ve been working out every day - at least 90 minutes mix of strength training and cardio (I’ve been doing this for a while), keeping my carbs below 30, cut out alcohol and gluten and caffeine, intermittent fasting 16:8, Drinking a gallon of water a day, and keeping my calories at 1350 - and I haven’t lost a pound. My clothes are even tighter… has anyone had this issue in their first week?

Oh, I’d also like to note my skin looks clearer, I have more energy and my PTSD appears to be in remission. Just upset no weight loss, in fact maybe a bit of weight gain,

[AbuHossam]

Friendships, one of my hardest lessons yet.
I radiate a love so pure that friendship follows it.
We are making memories upon memories.
Making choices, using our voice, setting boundaries, and doing our best.
I cherished life, time, and the pain.
It shows me that I'm still open to love again.
Maybe some friendships don't last forever.
However, I still loved every friend that I had.

[ام رسال]

بارك الله فيك

[DôRsàfe]

well said , i agree completely
Thank you dear

[DôRsàfe]

Hey sir, maybe you should follow a diet that suits your body, or you should ask someone who specializes in this field

[AbuHossam]

Thato : hey love long time, I missed you ( he hugged Angel),,,,,

Angel : I missed you too how are you mara?

Thato : I wasn't good past few days but now I'm good coz I see you sthwandwa sam

Angel : that's so sweet my love so.....

Thato : wait love have you been crying ?

Angel : no why ?

Thato : I can see your eyes ,,ok love tell me what's eating you , what's wrong talk to me ,,now your stressing me..

Angel : no bbe the is nothing to worry about I'm fine really it's just that my eyes are itching that's all

Thato : no bbe, don't lie to me I can see your not right so if you don't wanna talk to me who will you talk to come bbe

Angel : okay love the thing is.......(crying)

Thato : take your time I'm going nowhere

Angel : before I tell you this know that I love you with all my ❤️(snobbing)

Thato : bbe your scaring me now..are you dumping me already,, no bbe what have I done ? look I will do anything that you want me to.......,..

Angel : (shouting)I'm pregnant,,

That : what did you said ,,are you caring my baby ?

Angel : yes I'm and...(crying)

Thato : (hugged her) it's okay love don't cry

Angel : I won't be angry even if you dump me ,, I will understand,,so feel free to.....

Thato : nonsense your caring my baby so I will take care of you and my child,,

Thato : bby go home and* get rest I will see you tomorrow...( He kissed her) take care of you and our child (he left)

Few days later ✨

Thato : how are you and my everything in her (he touched the womb)

Angel : we're good ,, so my mom saw me yesterday vomiting , she asked me what's going on and I told her everything, but though she wasn't angry ..

Thato : I also told my mom and she want to see you and your parents about my bundle of joy ..

Angel : you okay so...

Thato : so I was thinking neh.You should go to school and finish your studies then I will look for the job to support you and the baby

Angel : wuw love are you serious? I thought you'll say the baby is not yours,or something:😭💘😍

[AbuHossam]

I stopped begging people for favours or money since 2016 after I read a book about blood donors. That book totally changed my perception about GIVING. It wasn't as if I learned something exceptionally new from it but it ministered to me in a certain way when I was going through bad times.

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It felt at that time as if I was reading the bible.

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One spectacular thing I saw in the book was that O+ blood donors can give blood to everyone in other blood groups. I have not bothered since then to find out the genuineness of this claim because I got a different orientation from it. I am O positive. The message for me was, I cannot be made to give and then begin to beg. May God forbid that!

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I wish I had read that book when I was in my twenties. Perhaps I would never have suffered all the pains of rejection, mockery, embarrassments, humiliation etc in the past.

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I rushed to tell my wife about my new discovery and she was not as convinced in her spirit about my claim in relation to what I read in the book.

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"Just believe me Honey." I tried to convince her. "I am O positive, same as you. We are made to GIVE not BEG. All that I am saying is that I will never beg anyone for anything again. If it becomes too bad, I will look up to God and beg Him to come to my rescue."

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My wife nodded and wished me luck.

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Before I arrived at this point, I had to recall retrospectively about my past experiences. People hardly ever gave me anything if I begged them for it. The most painful of all is the humiliation that was usually associated with it for me.

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"Do you know that Japheth called me yesterday begging for money?"

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This was the kind of reaction I usually got from people when I went seeking help from them. It seemed that people were usually happy to announce my predicaments to the world. It gave them unusual orgasmic tingling sensations to know that I was still beneath them. In the past, it meant nothing to me at that time but it did after I read the book.

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I noticed that my experiences were somewhat similar with my wife's. She never got help from people whenever she desperately needed it. One day, she needed five thousand naira for her personal use years ago and she decided to call a relative of hers. She had never asked the lady for anything before. According to her, she was optimistic that for their blood ties, her relative would understand.

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"Please I have an urgent need. It's five thousand naira. Can you please help me with it? I will pay you back in a week time." She told her relative.

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When the lady said she didn't have the money to give her, my wife felt bad and could not muster the guts to ask anyone else. However, that evening, one of her adult students brought three of her friends to school for registration into the adult class. Each of the new students paid four thousand naira!

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My wife never knew that God had arranged something for her. If she did, she would never have called anyone. When we have challenges and we look DOWN, we will continue to see more and more challenges with their offspring rearing their ugly heads. And this will further drown us in hopelessness and depression. But when we look UP, we will see hope and the face of God. Remember, rainbows appear UP in the sky not DOWN under our feet. Remember it doesn't rain from DOWN to UP.

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Three days after that experience, my wife got a call from her mother.

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"Why did you not call to tell me you needed anything?" The older woman quipped rather agitatedly. "Your relative called me and said you needed financial assistance."

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My wife felt terribly embarrassed hearing that. She wondered why her relative would go so low to the extent of contacting her mother?

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"If I wanted to let you know, I would have called you." My wife responded miserably.

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"Please, call me next time anything of such comes up. I will understand. Not everyone will understand how rough and tough life could be but I am your mother and should know better. And remember not to share such sensitive issues with everyone because they could use it to mock you."

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Pain sank into my wife's heart further when she was told in the exact tone of mockery with which her relative had asked; "what is her husband even doing that she's begging for five thousand naira?"

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That night, my wife believed and understood the ideology I'd developed from reading the book about blood donors.

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"I think you are right about the blood group issue. I'm O positive too. I should be a giver not a beggar."

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I was glad that our mentality changed completely afterwards. Since then, my wife stopped asking anyone; even her parents or brothers for anything. I think I tried it once and I was further convinced that truly I was made to GIVE indeed.

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One of the first things I try to do whenever I am convinced about anything is to introduce it to my wife. She is the closest friend I have and we both share same emotions. If I can't convince her to go the same direction with me then we can't sail the boat smoothly together. This new ideology of GIVING is working perfectly for me because we both believe in it.

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There are people out there that have not really discovered that they are not what they should be because they have not yet discovered who they are. Some people are meant to be employers of labour but fear makes them carry files from one office to the other. If they are given the job, they will suddenly discover that their being employed entraps them and robs them of their happiness and self satisfaction. How some of such people choose to hang on instead of breaking free baffles me. If you are not carved out for something, forget it even though it's working for some people. If you are meant to give, don't beg because people will trample on you and treat you as trash. There are people who enjoy such privileges. People just love to give to such privileged individuals and watch them scream in excitement. Don't put yourself in that league if you don't belong there.

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When I convinced my wife about it, she summoned some of our teachers and emptied her box of used clothing. Today, I can't count the number of wrappers sent from many of my fans to her. Even right now, I have four different wrappers in my bag given to me by fans to give her.

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Try this if you are in our shoes. Empty that box with joy and true love, share with the people who need it most from you. The smiles you sow in their faces will return to you. Anything you give out genuinely to people in need of it will surely return back in multiple folds. Old things can't pass away if you zipped them up in boxes. All things become new only when you let go of the old ones!

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Japheth Prosper April22

[AbuHossam]

Hey everyone! Last time I was in Brazil I flew between Rio, Salvador, and Belo Horizonte. Mostly because of time restrictions. This time around I’d like to mostly take the bus since I have more time here. What were some of the routes you all took between cities via bus? I’m trying to figure out what makes the most sense. Currently in Rio.

[AbuHossam]

.. But one day, she put a burnt pie in front of my Grandpa. Not just a little burnt, but black as coal. I waited to see what my Grandpa would say. But he just ate the pie and asked how my day was. Then I heard my Grand Mother apologize to him for his dinner. I'll never forget his response.

"Dear, I like ur pie."

Later, I asked him if he had told the truth. He put his arm on my shoulder n said, "Ur Grandma had a tough day at work.""She was tired." "The burnt pie didn't harm me but, a sharp word could've hurt her."

We all make mistakes. We shouldn't focus on mistakes but, support those we love.

Hope you like the story dear friends

[AbuHossam]

ENEMY ��.

Hello everyone ��.

The sunlight fell on her angelic face as she opened her eyes just to see her mom removing the curtains from the windows.

Mom: Good morning sweetie ��.

Sumya: Good morning Mom.* Mom please �� let me sleep few minutes more.

Mom: Wake up baby or else you will get late for college.*

Sumya: But mom I am very sleepy ��.

( Saying that she turned to the other side .)

Mom: That's what you would feel after watching movies late at night. Now get up fast before I send yours funny photos to your friends ��.

Sumya: No��. I am coming.

Mom: Good girl. Come down stairs after getting fresh up .

( Saying that she went down stairs.)

Then sumya looked lazily outside of the window just to see beautiful world. She got down from the bed and entered inside the washroom. She started brushing her teeth.

Sumya: Hello beautiful. Let me introduce myself.* My name is sumya and I am a student.My life is going very well. But my college life ��. I really don't like to go college but I have to. There is nothing like I don't like study, I am very good student but there is someone who makes me done everything he meets me.

( Her mom shouted from the kitchen.)

Mom: Come down fast. What is taking You too long.

Sumya: I am coming mom.( She shouted back. she take quick shower and went down stairs. As she entered in living room she saw her father reading newspaper ��ï¸ڈ.

Sumya:* Good morning dad.

Father: Good morning princess ��.

Sumya: Why you always read newspaper. Give some time to your daughter also.

Father: Of course . But sweetie reading newspaper is a good habit ��.

( Her mom shouted from kitchen.)

Mom: Daughter and her father, come breakfast �� in ready.

Both: Coming.

*They both entered inside �� the kitchen and both sat on the chair. And her mother serve the food. They started eating.

Father: omm food is delicious ��.

Saumya: yes yes. Mom always makes delicious food.

( They all eat their breakfast �� silently as they don't like talking while eating.)

To be continue ��.

[AbuHossam]

It never occurs to a person to take his or her own life. As we grow up, we faced all sorts of problems and just thought "Ahggg its just one of those days."* Some days we feel great, while the other days we feel like we cant catch a break. But we survived. Atleast made it to the next day. It's easy to get bogged down in negative thoughts and feelings, but crucial to reach out for help.



There are quiet a number of suicide victims that appear at the end of the year. thoughts, attempts and so forth. I've always wondered why, how and when people got to that point. Yet I never got the answers to them questions, up until recently I've watched a horror movie called "Smile" released in 2022, which expplores the experiences of suicide victims and witnesses. While its a fictional movie, it shed some light on the topic and gave me some food for though.

The premises of the horror movie "smile"* was that a demon was responsible* for causing people to commit suicide. The person who created the demon's motive was to preven someone to testify as witness in a murder trial.* But then it got out of hand and attached itself to anyo e who watched it. The concept was that someone had to be there to watch and the demon ensured that this happened.

In reality there is no demon force behind suicide otherwise proven so. However from my perspective it showed me that, when someone takes his/her own life or or news of the suicide is widely publicized, it can send out a powerful message to those who see or hear about it. The message would be clear to them: "There is a better way to resolve life"

Unfortunately suicide rates has been on the rise in recent years, and it's understandable why? People face many challenges, such as trauma, depression, PTSD, and other hardships.

Back in the days, people went through the same problems, worse then current I supposed, but you will never hear of one that resolved to suicide.

But has we have lived, we've noticed that its different in todays times. If one does it, then the other does it as well, followed by the next. It's just a continuous pattern.

As a nation, if we see this happen to our people, why don't we strive to change the pattern for the better? Why not take a different approach to problem-solving? Why not engage them in conversations about issues they are facing?

Personally, I am a suicide survivor and i now realise that It was a stupid mistake. But with that, I've* learn that talking about problems helps. It doesn't matter who the person is, or what they are listening to, as long as you are able to express whats on your mind. And that you are able to drain your chest. The person can offer advice afterwards, byt ultimately, you decide what to do next.

In summary let's focus on setting a positive example for the future generations, as they may be seeking guidance and answers from us.

[AbuHossam]

After sending my younger siblings inside due to their screaming to the horror movie displayed on the TV set, I sat peacefully to enjoy the sucking blood part.



it was past 11pm, thou, the nepa took the light a while ago but we switched to generator since our parents are not home.


The story of the vampire was getting interesting until the king of vampire held unto the smaller ones, tearing it into pieces.

Boom! the light went off and the generator sound kept buzzing.

A drop of urine went straight down to my knicker.

I couldn't believe the generator was working while the light went off.

I wanted heading to my room in the dark when the entrance door opened and jam itself back.

I could feel my left my body instantly to God knows where.

I decided to run to any direction, in order not to get teared apart just like how it's been displayed earlier.

i was running away looking for the stair case where I suddenly hit my head on the wall.

slowly, I fell to the floor. I was getting unconscious when I heard a foot step walking towards me.

I was getting scared and I vowed in my life never to watch horror movie again.


I silently pray to God to save me from this and I will never sin again.

The walking foots keeps getting closer.


I gathered all the strength in me and shouted, "don't come any closer or else you will die" .

"Who will die"? abeg you get light for hand, the generator guy no know work, I heard my uncle's voice.

He is the one walking silently towards my direction.

[AbuHossam]

My sister, the mother to the boy that calls me dad,*

I rarely write about her,

Some memories are too painful to dig,

A piece of me died with her when I watched them bury her,

In my dream, my son and I were walking on the beach,

Out of nowhere, I saw a familiar face that I hadn’t seen in a long time,

I saw my sister coming out of the ocean smiling,

She wore a white dress, the one she was buried in,

She sparkled, she was beautiful,

She looked like something close to an angel,*

I didn’t know how to feel about it,

My heart knew this wasn’t real,

Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at her,

I wanted to run and hug her but I didn’t,

I felt like her son Praise was the one who was supposed to do that,

My sister knelt, and opened her hands, ushering her son to go hug her,

I let go of my son's hand hoping he would run after her,

He didn’t, instead, he reached out for my hand, held it back, and asked,

“Dad, who is that?”

The pain in my sister’s eyes was evident,

She died when the boy was so small to know who she was,

The boy's reaction was justifiable,

Nevertheless, my sister broke down,

“My son doesn’t know me, God what did I do to deserve being separated from my boy, my only love,” she said while crying bitterly.

That broke me too, watching my sister cry made me cry,

I loved her more than words can explain,

I missed her daily,

I wish she was around to raise her son,

Sometimes I am not sure if I deserved being called Dad,

Anyway, I knelt and held my son's Praise hands and said, “son that’s your mother please go hug her, please I beg.”

My son nodded, however when we turned, she was gone,

I woke up with a heavy heart, the dream pained me,

You see, I have always wanted to talk to my son about her mother,

But the pain in my heart won’t let me,

Where do I even begin?

Does he even understand the concept of death?

What if I say something and break everything we have built?

I just hope we can love him enough for him not to feel like an orphan,

[AbuHossam]

It was unexpectedly quiet. I called out to my husband but there was no response. I went upstairs to our bedroom, I heard the voices of two people, one who was moaning in pleasure. I was shocked and did not want to believe what was going on in my head. I opened the door and the scene that greeted my sight was both shocking and disgusting.

How dare he! How dare he bring another woman to our house.

They noticed me and stopped what they were doing. I held in my tears to stop myself from crying in front of them. Andy didn't look remorseful at all

"You're back early" he said

"Why?" I asked him

But he just stared at me without giving me an answer.

" What did you expect, I'm a man and I have needs, whenever you go on your numerous trips, you expect me to fold my hands waiting for your return"

Then the lady beside him said " is this your wife?, She looks old and ugly" Andy replied her "yeah, I wonder how I've been able to put up with her " . They said it like I wasn't even there.

I couldn't take it any longer.

I turned, they thought I was leaving the room, then the lady said " yeah, leave us you old witch " and Andy laughed at me.

I didn't say anything, I went towards my drawer, and picked up my pistol.

[AbuHossam]

I always knew that there was something going on between Kim and my dad but I wasn't too sure what it was. It only became perfectly clear when my mom traveled out for a few days. On that same day Kim moved into my dad's room while I remained all by myself in my room. As though that wasn't enough they were always lovey dovey with each other. Dad would raise her up in his arms while she planted a kiss on his cheeks. Dad always took her out but they would never let me tag along. I didn't know what to think of Kim anymore. My mom took her in, clothe her, fed her and made her all she was but look at what she was doing behind my mom's back. When Mom was around, she would always stick to mum like a very good friend but the moment my mom left she began coveting her husband.


"Daddy please can I come?" I pleaded to tag along to one of those their outings but as always my dad rejected abruptly

"No! Uduak stay at home and do your homework and when you are done, go to bed. Don't wait for me" he said walking out of the house holding tightly to Kim's hands and not even sparing me a second glance.

Fall asleep??!!! They wish

I was going to stay up and remain in my dad's room all day pretending to still be busy with my homework.

My waiting paid off when I heard footsteps from the parlour. They had returned. I quickly put up my act and continued scribbling on my note book

"Go to your room" Kim ordered the moment she walked in. She had alot of goodies in her hands. Definitely my dad's money.

*Who even gave her the right to order me about in this house. I continued what I was doing and decided to ignore her. Next my dad walked in and swept her off her feet. He turned to me on the bed puzzled

"You are not asleep yet ?" He asked

Of course I wasn't. I wasn't going to let them have their way today. With me in this room what could they possible do?

Kim raised a brow at my dad and pointed towards the bathroom. What is it now? What could she possible be thinking?

"But what about the car?" She pouted and asked.

"I already bought it, when we are done, I will show it to you" he answered as they giggled all the way to the bathroom.

So he bought Kim a car? Wasn't it just two weeks ago that he told mum that they couldn't maintain a car yet but he had already gotten Kim one.

I remained in the room and just didn't know what to feel anymore. I dashed out of the room and stood in front of the bathroom. The clothes Kim was putting on earlier was now hanging on the door. What could be taken them so long.

I placed my ears on the door and I could hear soft moans it was Kim voice. I really wished mum could come back right away. Even if I told her she wouldn't believe me.

The door was suddenly pushed open and Kim was the first to get out. I stared intensely at her as she blinked at me

"Uduak I still cannot poop on my own" she pouted

I smiled sweetly at her and ruffled her hair with my hands. This little sister of mine was simply so cute.

"It's fine. When I was small like you they used to carry me to poop too. Don't worry when mummy comes back she will buy small bow for you so that you can poop inside you hear" I ruffled her hair as she nodded

"Daddy can I give Kim her toy car now" I called out to my dad

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