One of life’s most underrated blessings is meeting people who genuinely wish you well. No competition, no jealousy, no weird energy—just pure support.❤️
Aspiring parents:
Introducing these sport and physical hobbies to your child at tender age...
1: football
2: table tennis
3: Basketball
4: swimming
5: Martial Art
6: Running
7: Gymnastics
8: Cycling
9: Surfing
10: Karate
11: Skiing
Sports and physical hobbies are perfect way to help them grow and possibly find their talent..
These hobbies help them develop their physical fitness, coordination and teamwork.
Help them find their talent and guide them towards achieving it..
They maybe lucky like Zadok Yohanna..
For the past 5 days, I've been off social media and away from my usual activities because of my health.
I'm making this post because a few people may have thought I was ignoring them or had stopped engaging. The truth is, I simply wasn't active and needed time to recover.
Life has a way of reminding us that health is one of our greatest blessings. Sometimes people go quiet not because they want to, but because they're fighting battles you know nothing about.
Thank you to everyone who checked on me during this period. Your concern meant a lot.
Be kind. Check on your people. You never know what someone may be going through. ❤️
I always go to church and I don't miss service.
I missed service yesterday because I was sick.
my pastor called me this evening and was scolding me on the phone that I didn't come to church.
He said I didn't tell him I was going to be absent.
The next thing he asked was if I paid my tithes for last month!!!
I was speechless and I told him "sir I will call you back"
I just didn't want to say anything that will mean I'm rude. I had to excuse myself.
Please what should I do in this situation? I'm really disappointed.
@princess_ehmy@SandyCrush912 No, how are you doing? No, hope all is well?
Just went straight to scolding you. Nah, some people are not fit to be pastors or mentor.
He only cares about your tithe and that’s all.
My father put me in a wheelchair and took me to the prom. The next day, we found a $10,000 check in our mailbox.
When my parents divorced and my mother passed away, I went to live with my father. My mother always called him a "hopeless loser." Living with him was quite strange. I saw him sneaking out late at night, but honestly, I had no idea what he was doing.
The prom was just around the corner, but I didn't care at all. Being in a wheelchair, without a date, and feeling stuck, it was hard to get excited. Surgery could have changed everything, but I didn't have the money, so it wasn't an option.
I thought prom wasn't for me. But then, out of nowhere, my dad, the "loser" my mom always talked about, said he'd take me to prom. I had no idea what that night would bring. Not only did I go to prom, but everyone loved me. And yes, my dad took me to the dance floor.
But wait, something even more amazing is about to happen. The next day, my dad came home with a package from the mailbox. It contained a check for $10,000 and a card that read "Dad of the Year."
I met my husband because I spilled zobo on him.
At a wedding.
He was the groom’s friend. I was the caterer’s cousin🫣.
I should have died of shame.
Instead, I found my person❤️.
It was December 2019. I was broke, single, and only at that wedding for free food.
He was in a navy blue agbada, looking like a problem I couldn’t afford.
I turned with a cup of zobo.
He turned with his white shoes.
You know the rest.
I apologized 14 times.
He laughed and said: “At least you picked a color that suits me.”
Then he asked for my number.
I said no.
Because pretty men with good jokes are usually trouble😃.
I had a policy.
He found me anyway.
Sent a DM: “Zobo girl, I still have the stain. Does that mean I get a refund or a date?”
I didn’t reply for 3 days.
My friends said I was mad.
I said I was protecting my peace.
Day 4, I replied: “Depends. You still mad about the shoes?”
First date: pepper soup and argument.
We fought about Burna vs Wizkid for 2 hours.
He paid, I insisted on splitting, he refused.
Walking me to my Keke, he said: “You’re stubborn.”
I said: “You like it.”
He said: “I think I do.”
That was the first time I felt seen, not just looked at🥹.
3 years later, he proposed.
Same city. Different wedding.
He wore white shoes again. On purpose.
He said: “I figured if you could ruin one pair, you should get to keep the man.”
I cried into his agbada.
Full circle stains.
People ask what love feels like.
It’s not the big moments.
It’s someone remembering your chaos and calling it destiny.
It’s zobo on white shoes turning into a home.
He didn’t fall for perfect me.
He fell for spilling, stubborn, scared me.
And stayed.
So if you’re wondering whether to text him back…
If you’re scared of looking stupid…
If you think good things don’t happen at weddings…
Shoot your shot.
Your zobo moment might be your beginning😍.