Blessing

I am an amazing queen👸

[Blessing @Blessing6442]

He really tried alot and he deserves an applaud for staying for 12 years

[Ebun @kenkenlewu]

My neighbour just divorced his sick wife after 12 years of marriage.

She became seriously ill just days after their wedding and later suffered a stroke.

For 12 years, he spent his youth and almost everything he earned taking care of her.

No kids. No properties. Just hospital bills.

Last month, he returned her bride price.

When we asked why, he said:

"I've served her for 12 years. I'm dying too. I also need rest."

[Blessing @Blessing6442]

Do not forget to relax when you are tired
I wish you a prosperous week ahead

[Blessing @Blessing6442]

@mobola_ade 150k for house rent ... heaven blessings on the giver

[Blessing @Blessing6442]

If you have any brilliant idea or good investment channel to lift anyone up financially, kindly share with them.
The remaining 6 months is not too late to make a big difference...

We rise by lifting others.

[Blessing @Blessing6442]

@AndyjnrUmaru I need money to complete my house project 😩 😫

[AndyJnr ° Umaru  @AndyjnrUmaru]

Please Mention just one thing you really want so well but due to funds, you can't afford it. Someone might surprise you today in the comments.

A closed mouth is a closed destiny. 🤲🏾🤷‍♀️🥺

[Dr Love Haroun❤️🩺 @Drweloveu]

Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.

I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.

*What are you passing forward today*?

Karma!!!!!

You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!

[BSAT Properties @BSAT_Properties]

A few weeks before my brain surgery, I was removed from a WhatsApp group. When I reached out to the admin, he told me that it was an error.

"Give me some time Oga Jaff. I will add you back." He assured me.

I didn't get back to him again. I totally forgot about it. It took over a month before he called me.

"Oga Jaff, I actually removed you from the group because I wanted us, your good friends to contribute something small for you." He explained rather apologetically. "We have contributed a token for you. Please let me have your wife's account number. Abeg, help us manage what we were able to gather for you. It's small but it came from loving hearts. May God see you through this ugly phase."

I thanked him exceedingly and reiterated that I appreciated every kobo. "I don't take this for granted."

I went ahead to thank everyone in the group when I was added back. There, I acknowledged the receipt of the money and appreciated their generosity. I didn't bother to ask who contributed what because I was not meant to know.

So, days ago, we received a distressed message that one of the members of the WhatsApp group had had an accident. The admin of the group removed the victim and called for a donation to help assist him with the medical bills.

"Please let's be our brother's keeper once again." He urged.

I had 25k which was what I was saving for my medications against next week. It was all that I had but I felt obligated to help because one good turn deserves another. Honestly, if I had more, I would have given more.

I told my wife to send 20k to the account provided. The money was sent almost immediately the admin posted about it. A day later, the admin added his own contribution of 5k.

Since then, I noticed that no one else bothered to add anything. I was disturbed by this development. Yesterday, I dropped a post in the group urging people to show up for the accident victim. This was after we were told that he'd been moved to the orthopaedic hospital.

It was then that a member surreptitiously called me to explain why everyone had stayed aloof.

"When we were told months ago to contribute money for you, he was the only one who opposed the idea. He said that the group was meant for intellectual matters only and even threatened to exit. He kept affirming that the group wasn't created for any charity reasons. Even when people ignored him and began to contribute, he kept distracting us with needless posts. Today, the table has turned. If I were you, I would have collected my 20k back." The member revealed.

Although I felt bad about that revelation, something inside me reminded me that we're made differently. I went on to do another post last night begging people to come out and support him. I maintained that we must not begin to tow the part of an-eye-for-an-eye. If we treated everyone the same way they treated us, there would soon be no more Angels left on earth.

There are crabs and there are scorpions. I opined that we should continue to be angels even when everyone around us turns into a demon. It is the nature of the good tree to bear good fruits. I will never let the good in me be erased or blotted out by the bad in the heart of a terrible person.

I was glad to see that more than ten people in the WhatsApp group have sent in their contribution after reading my post on the group. May God not let us use our own hands to chase away our guardian Angels. Sometimes, it's not life that is unfair to us but the bad seeds we sowed in the past that grew into thorns around us.

If the room is dirty and you have a broom, please use it where necessary. That room might be playing host to your guardian angel soon.

I wish him a speedy recovery sincerely from the bottom of my heart.

© Japheth Prosper MAY26
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NB: Do not for the ways of man erase the angelic heart you possess. Be Godly and let God carry your burden.
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[feyisayo 💸 @feyiszn]

The older you get, the more you realize luck is mostly exposure. If you sit in the same place, have the same routine, talking to the same people, nothing new really happens. You have to engage the world to win. Travel more. Talk to people.

[FeRaN💛 @Fabulous_feran]

A lady misplaced her certificate in a bus.
Kindly retweet if this crossed your TL.
Someone that knows her might be on your TL ❤️

[YabaLeftOnline @yabaleftonline]

40-years-old woman who waited 20 years to give birth takes in again while still breastfeeding

[unique A'wears @AdageorgeA]

Please if you know him from Igbo Eze north local government, Stanley by name died in South Republic of Cyprus please if you know him when was alive or know his family, call this phone number [phone]
to connect you with the people close to direct you

And if you help to share the Post it might get to people who really knows his people or who can help in anyway to bring back the body back home

[ARÁKÙNRIN ÌYÈLỌLÁ 👷🏡 @IyelolaIge]

For the first time in 2 years, our compound gate man travelled.

Just two days.

And everywhere has scattered.
Normally the man does everything.

Open gate.
Pump water.
Fuel the generator.
Wash cars.

We didn’t even realize how much work he was doing until he left.

Yesterday morning, water finished from the tank.

Everybody came outside looking confused.

Nobody even knew where the water switch is.

Later we contributed money to buy fuel for the generator.

Then someone asked,

“Who will go and buy the fuel?”

Silence.
Nobody moved.

Last night I came back home without my key.

I knocked and banged the gate for almost 45 minutes.

Nobody opened.

This morning I even had to wash my own car.

First time in years.

Then the waste disposal people came.
Nobody attended to them.

They just dropped the waste and left.

Omo…

Only two days without our gate man and this compound has completely lost direction.

It’s going to be a very long week for all of us.

[Blessing @Blessing6442]

@Wizarab10 A new deep freezer and generator for my business thank you in advance more blessings 🙌

[Instablog9ja @instablog9ja]

Testimony thread loading… 👀

Has prayer ever come through for you? Share your experience 👇

[Nile Specialist🇺🇬 @Nabimara_Paul]

If this comes to your timeline, just retweet.. you never know

[MBAH @Mbahdeyforyou]

Her mum’s poultry farm couldn’t sell out last December and it’s now running at a loss.

Please help retweet and support 🙏

[Lola🥂 @isaveskins]

Hi guys, we've raised 31 million naira so far but ronke still needs 18 million naira to be able to do her kidney transplant surgery. Please donate what you can and repost this 🙏
Account details 2009086500, FBN, YAKUBU OMOLAJA or https://t.co/lquYYkuDzJ

[Dearest B 🦋 @BlehisBack]

I don’t even know this guy before.

I just feel touched to always retweet his cry for help.

I really hope he finds help ♥️♥️

[ChiefHerbalist @HerbalistChief]

As a herbalist who has survived snakebites three consecutive times in the bush, I will share with you how I treat myself each time I get bitten.

It is important to always have this natural anti-snake-venom remedy available at home or with you when visiting snake-prone areas.

This preparation denatures the venom of all West African snakes and the venom of the Brazilian rattlesnake, which has no known antidote. It also cures tetanus.

Grind the root of the 'male' pawpaw and garlic together. Add alcohol to the paste, then sieve it to obtain an alcohol extract.

Give the victim just one (1) tablespoon to drink. The person will be okay. If the victim was bitten by a green mamba, give two tablespoons. Nature heals.