⚽ What If Chocosoya Attends the Ongoing World Cup? 🌍🏆
The fans would cheer. The players would smile. And every goal would be celebrated with a mug of rich, nutritious Chocosoya.
Because champions deserve champion nutrition. 🏆🥛
#Chocosoya#WorldCupVibes#WorldCupMbappeDay
Love Is Not Blind
When people say,
"Love is blind,"
they never meant
being foolish.
Love is not the absence of flaws,
nor the refusal to see them.
Rather,
it is choosing to love
despite them.
#poetry#महर्षिदयानंदसरस्वती_कीसच्चाई
Every word spoken means something else.
Every silence hides a conversation.
Every defense conceals a wound.
Misunderstood.
One reaches forward, hoping to mend what is breaking.
The other retreats, cold, guarded, harsh.
Not out of hatred—
but exhaustion.
#poetry
Two wounded souls,
afraid to own the feelings buried within.
Mirroring each other,
yet walking in different directions.
They care too much.
And perhaps, that is the problem.
#poetry#twitter运营
Still Standing
It has never been an easy battle...
Yet Oluwa has been nothing but
Wonder,
Love,
Grace,
And Mercy.
I praise Jah for His endless guidance, His blessings, His protection, And His unfailing attention.
#poetry#happy米津玄師day#HappyNewMonthfamz
Through the rising smoke
of freshly fried akara,
the scent travelled far,
calling people from every corner.
Men and women came carrying bread,
orobo, and warm akamu,
drawn not only by the aroma,
but by the love in her labor.
And she did not stop there.
#poetry#mamá
“My Mother’s Hands”
Long before my time,
My mother—
a devout and benevolent woman,
whose heart beat endlessly for her family—
did everything she could
to put food on our table.
#poetry#lamansiónvip
To the new month of May,
be kind to my heart.
Heal what April couldn’t,
restore what I almost lost,
and guide me gently
into becoming more.
#poetry#uzakșehir#दहेज_हटाओ_बेटी_बचाओ#newmonth
And suddenly…
A father was gone.
A husband disappeared.
A son never returned home.
A loved one
erased from the surface of the earth.
Hmm…
So heartbreaking.
I wonder
how the families are surviving
this unbearable silence.
#poetry#micheal
No one saw it coming.
No prophecy warned them.
It just happened.
A vehicle returning
from Lagos to Anambra…
Speeding in fear,
running from men in uniform
whose presence brought terror
instead of safety.
Then—
the crash.
#poetry#creativecontent#विश्वमेंशांति_भाईचारा_कैसेहो
Buyers buying.
Sellers selling.
People chasing survival.
Life…
moving normally.
Until—
terror struck
in the blink of an eye.
The road turned red.
Blood stained the ground.
Four souls were lost.
Others injured.
#poetry#twitter#EleccionesPerú2026
“In a Blink”
It’s hard to cry…
Tell me—
how can tears explain horror?
Yesterday trembled with fear.
Ghastly.
Bloody.
Terrifying.
Faces swollen
with shock and pain.
And yet—
it began like every other day.
Roads crowded.
Markets busy.
Vehicles moving endlessly.
#poetry
Not the polished version
people choose to show.
Because all of these
rise from the mindset.
And the mind?
It changes.
Duplicates.
Gets influenced,
infused,
even manipulated.
But the true core…
is the soul.
Knowing what it wants.
Guarding itself carefully.
#poetry