My friend’s sister spent over eighteen months planning a black-tie destination wedding in Italy.
She invited 200 people, enforcing a strict dress code and a firm "no children" policy.
On the day of the wedding, everything seemed perfect until the groom’s wealthy older brother arrived.
He walked in with his wife and their two toddler children.
I became a gestational surrogate for my twin brother Ryan and his wife Melissa after six years of failed IVF and one miscarriage at eleven weeks that still lived in Melissa’s eyes. I already had my seven-year-old son, Gabriel. Ryan had been my best friend since the womb. When they sat me down at their kitchen table last spring, Melissa’s hands were shaking around her coffee mug. Ryan just said, “We don’t know how to ask this without sounding desperate.” I already knew. I said yes before they finished the sentence. They painted the nursery pale pink the afternoon the technician said “it’s a girl.” They bought tiny dresses with tags still on them. I thought I was giving them the ending they had earned.
I fell asleep on a flight and woke up to a stranger shaking my shoulder.
I opened my eyes, confused.
He leaned closer and whispered:
“Madam, please wake up. They’ve been calling your name.”
My heart started racing.
Calling my name?
I immediately sat up and looked around.
A flight attendant was standing in the aisle, another one was behind her, and about five passengers were staring at me.
I honestly thought something terrible had happened.
I pulled out my AirPods and asked, “What happened?”
She was so beautiful and smart to be dating a lion and a tiger, but neither of them knew about the other.
The lion believed he was the only one in her life. The tiger thought the same.
She somehow managed to keep both relationships completely separate, making sure neither man discovered the truth 🤭🤭
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The Uber driver looked at his phone after the passenger got out.
The fare was $18.42.
The passenger had left a $2 tip.
He shook his head.
“Two dollars after a 40-minute ride?”
He almost gave the passenger a low rating.
Then he noticed something in the back seat.
A small envelope had been left behind.
He opened it, expecting to find cash or a receipt…
People are complaining Nigeria is bad economically, let ask ourselves questions, during the election is it all of us who went out to vote?
Almost everyone knows the man at the helms of affairs in Nigeria has not performed very well as a leader but some people say I am Yoruba, my parents are Yoruba so therefore the leader must be Yoruba!
Now, the Yoruba incompetent person is there, how is market?
I am less concerned because I am not a tribal bigot and did not vote for the Yoruba incompetent candidate.
Until we all come together that election is not about religion, tribe, friendship, and not about the party you belong to.
l transact with every tribe in Nigeria, we all own Nigeria it doesn't belong to one person, tribe or religion.
If we want to vote next time we must open our minds, not vote based on religion, ethnic group, and party loyalty and that is if INEC will not just announce that Yoruba man.
Question: What can be done to make Nigeria go back to normal?
The cost of governance must be reduced, sanity must be brought back to Nigeria and all institutions must function properly.
Check the salary of political elites to the salary of civil servants....
Bashir: Halima, please I need to borrow ₦100,000. I’ll pay you back soon.
Halima: Hmm… okay, but don’t forget o. It’s my money.
Bashir: I know, my love. I won’t forget. ❤️
Months passed. Bashir never mentioned the ₦100k again. 😂
The HR manager didn’t even look up when she walked into the office.
“You’re here about your complaint?”
“Yes.”
“Then make it quick. I have other things to do.”
Her coworker had been taking credit for her work for months.
He would submit reports she had prepared, speak about her projects during meetings, and accept praise without mentioning her name.
She finally decided to report it.
HR sighed.
“Have you tried just talking to him?”
“I did. Nothing changed.”
The HR manager leaned back.
“Maybe you’re being too sensitive.”
That sentence stayed with her.
She didn’t argue.
Instead, she opened her laptop and placed several emails on the desk…