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[Juliette @biglotsplus]

@Tope_Orus They still have plenty certificate ahead that will look like frame 1 , 2,4.....
Frame 3 it is. ( nothing too serious)

[Juliette @biglotsplus]

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[Juliette @biglotsplus]

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[Dédáyọ̀ Roots @DedayoRoots]

Everyone told you what to stop eating.

Nobody told you what to combine.

Here are 6 Nigerian food combinations that accelerate FAT LOSS using ingredients already in your kitchen 🧵

[👑S.A.L.A.K.O🕊 @UnkleAyo]

FORTY SIX CHILDREN ARE STILL IN CAPTIVITY.

FORTY SIX.

FORTY SIX.

FORTY SIX.

[Juliette @biglotsplus]

@UnkleAyo Sometimes it doesn't have to be colour black , just the right cup size is enough.... o ma si se pa ni 🤣🤣

[Extractor @DavRowlan]

I hope this message reaches the right person, as I have to try.

I am searching for my mother, Joy Bassey (maiden name), who comes from the Emienyi family in Nusomutong, Abi LGA, Cross River State, Nigeria. Her brother is Clement Bassey.

She left when I was very young, and I have spent my life without knowing her, hearing her voice, or having answers to my questions.

I was informed that she remarried and moved to Ghana, and since then, she has completely disappeared from my life.

If you know her, if you’ve heard her name, or if this message somehow reaches someone connected to her, please, I am begging you to help me find my mother.

Even the smallest piece of information could change everything.

Please repost. Someone out there must know something. 🙏💔

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

Jesus rose from the dead and the first person He went to was His brother who thought He was crazy.

Not Peter. Not John. Not the twelve.

James.

His kid brother. The one who grew up sharing a room with God and didn’t know it.

Think about James for a second. His older brother is Jesus. Not “Jesus the Christ.” Not “Jesus the Savior.” Jesus the guy who worked in the carpenter shop and came home smelling like sawdust and sweat. Jesus who snored. Jesus who ate too fast. Jesus who their mother treated different and James never understood why.

Because Mary kept her mouth shut.

Luke 2:19. She kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Angels showed up at His birth. Shepherds fell on their faces. Wise men brought gold. And Mary told nobody. She just watched her firstborn grow up in a ghetto in Nazareth and kept the secret in her chest like a coal she couldn’t put down.

James didn’t know his brother was God.

He knew his brother was weird.

He knew his mother looked at Jesus different. He knew Joseph moved the whole family to Egypt when they were little and never fully explained why. He knew that one time his parents lost Jesus at the temple and found Him three days later arguing with rabbis like He owned the place. Twelve years old. Already gone.

Then Jesus grew up. Worked the shop. Paid the bills.

Because Joseph died — the Bible doesn’t say when but Joseph disappears from the story — and in Jewish custom the eldest son takes over. So Jesus wasn’t posing for paintings in that carpenter shop. He was feeding His family. Putting bread on the table for His mom and His brothers and sisters in a town so poor Nathanael said “can anything good come out of Nazareth?”

Then one day He left.

Walked away from the shop. Walked away from the family. Left James holding the hammer and the bills and the responsibility for a widowed mother.
James was pissed.

Mark 3:21. His own family went to collect Him because they said He was out of His mind. That’s James. That’s the brothers. Showing up to bring the crazy one home before He embarrasses the family worse.

John 7:5. His brethren did not believe in Him.
His own blood. Ate dinner with Him for thirty years. Didn’t believe.

Then Wednesday happened.

The brother James thought was insane got arrested at night by temple guards. Got beaten until His face swelled shut. Got whipped until His back looked like raw meat. Got nailed to wood and hung up on a garbage hill outside the city.

And James had to stand somewhere — maybe in the crowd, maybe at home, maybe hearing it secondhand — and process the fact that the brother he called crazy just died like a criminal.

Three days and nights of silence.

Three days of James sitting with the guilt of every eye roll. Every argument. Every time he told people “I don’t know what’s wrong with Him.” Every time he showed up to drag Jesus home because He was embarrassing the family name.

Then Sunday morning.

Jesus rose. Conquered death. Walked out of the tomb.
And He went to James.

1 Corinthians 15:7. He appeared to James.

Not in a crowd. Not at a distance. He went to His brother. The one who didn’t believe. The one who thought He was crazy. The one who was pissed that He left the family behind.

He showed up and let James see the holes in His hands.
Matthew 28:10. Go tell my brethren. Not my servants. Not my followers. My brethren.

John 20:17. My Father and your Father. My God and your God.

He rose to the highest position in the universe and His vocabulary didn’t change.

Most men get a promotion and stop returning phone calls. Jesus conquered death and called the brother who doubted Him family.

James went from “He’s out of His mind” to leading the church in Jerusalem.

James went from trying to drag Jesus home to writing a book of the Bible.

James went from skeptic to martyr. They threw him off the temple wall and when he survived the fall they beat him to death with a club. He died for the brother he once thought was insane.

That’s what happened when Jesus showed up after the resurrection and said brother.

One word changed everything.

He’s not calling you servant today.
He’s not calling you subject.
He’s calling you what He called James.
Brother.
The same James who didn’t believe. Who rolled his eyes. Who showed up to take Him home. Who sat in the dark for three days choking on regret.

He went to THAT guy first.

If He went to James, He’ll come to you.

[☩ 𝕁𝕄𝕋 ☩ @SecretFire79]

After His resurrection, Mary Magdalene recognizes Jesus and reaches out in overwhelming joy. But He gently tells her: “Do not touch Me, for I have not yet ascended to My Father; but go to My brethren and say to them, ‘I am ascending to My Father and your Father, and to My God and your God.’” (John 20:17)

Yet soon after, to Doubting Thomas, Jesus says: “Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into My side. Do not be unbelieving, but believing.” (John 20:27)

This beautiful contrast is not a contradiction, but a profound lesson in how the Risen Christ meets each soul according to its need.

Church Teaching & the Saints explain it this way:

⚡St. Thomas Aquinas teaches that Mary already believed with love, but she was still clinging to Christ in a familiar, earthly way, as before the Passion. Jesus invites her to a higher, more spiritual faith: to recognize Him as the One ascending to the Father in glory, equal with the Father. Touch here symbolizes complete knowledge; Jesus wanted her to “touch” Him spiritually, not just carnally.

⚡St. Augustine beautifully reflects: Mary sought to touch Him as a man she had lost, but Jesus redirects her: “Do not touch Me in that way… believe in Me as equal to the Father.” Her love was ardent, but needed purifying so she could proclaim the Good News rather than cling to the old relationship. The Ascension completes the work, now we cling to Christ in faith, through the Church and the Sacraments.

⚡St. Gregory the Great and others note the contrast clearly: Mary already believed, so she was sent on mission immediately (“Go and tell…”). Thomas doubted, so in mercy Jesus offered physical proof to strengthen his faith. Jesus deals tenderly with each heart, purifying love for one, confirming belief for the other.

⚡The Catechism of the Catholic Church reminds us that the Resurrection inaugurates the definitive state of Christ’s glorious body (CCC 645). Mary Magdalene, called the “Apostle to the Apostles” by the Church (and by St. Thomas Aquinas and Rabanus Maurus), models for us the call to move from personal encounter to sharing the Resurrection with others.

In the words of the saints: Jesus purifies Mary’s love of any merely sentimental attachment (as Dom Guéranger reflected) so it becomes more perfect and spiritual. He meets Thomas right in his doubt so that faith may triumph.

When doubt creeps in, the Risen Lord still invites us: “Come, touch My wounds” through prayer, Scripture, and the Sacraments.

Both Mary and Thomas show us that Jesus knows our hearts perfectly and gives each of us exactly what we need to grow in faith.

[iara @kbbyefornow]

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[the.miji @TheMijii]

Hey, I’m Miji and I make music like this. Please repost if you love

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

Why does God even want worship? Isn’t that… needy? I was rewatching The Chosen weeks ago, the scene with the Samaritan woman and that question wouldn’t leave me alone. Jesus says, “The Father is seeking those who will worship Him in spirit and in truth.” It hit me harder than usual. Almost made me teary.

And then an intrusive thought slid in: Why does He care so much about worship?
So I sat with it. And slowly, something started to untangle.
We live in a world obsessed with creators and ownership. Artists sign their paintings. Musicians copyright their songs. Companies defend their patents. Architects protect their signature designs. Not because they’re insecure. Because authorship matters.
We instinctively know that to erase an author’s name from their work is wrong, and to twist their creation beyond recognition is violation.
That clicked for me.

If flawed humans protect the integrity of what they make… how much more would the God who authored galaxies guard His?
Reality itself is His masterpiece. Every law of physics, every spark of beauty, every heartbeat, signed, authored, claimed.
So when Scripture calls God jealous, it’s not describing a fragile deity craving applause. It’s describing a Creator who refuses to let His signature be erased from what He made.
Not insecurity, integrity. Not ego, essence.
He is jealous for us, not of us. Because when creation forgets its Creator, everything breaks. Meaning unravels. Purpose distorts. Worship misfires.
God’s “jealousy” isn’t about Him needing attention. It’s about Him refusing to let us live on lies. He knows that life only works when it aligns with Truth. And He is that Truth.

So when Jesus says the Father is seeking worshipers, it’s not desperation. It’s love. It’s rescue. It’s the God who authored reality inviting us back into alignment with it.
Divine jealousy isn’t proof of God’s weakness. It’s proof of His love. A love that protects. A love that refuses to hand us over to counterfeits. A love that will not let His creation forget who made it.
The universe is a signed masterpiece. Erase the signature, and you erase meaning itself. God refuses to let that happen. That’s where I landed. And honestly? It made me worship more, not less.

[Nathaniel Bassey @nathanielblow]

A good time to make this spread and trend again…….
Let’s go !

Jesus just has to be who He says He is. No one gives this joy that He gives.
We celebrate our king, JESUS !

[Lj Priest (Trader Jill) @RealTraderJill]

The Bethlehem manger wasn't random; it was prophetic.

A lot of folks don't realize that when the Bible talks about Jesus being laid in a manger, the Greek word for it is "phatne," which just means a feeding trough. In Bethlehem back then, these were often carved from stone.

What's really striking about this is the shepherds around there. They raised lambs specifically for Temple sacrifices. Right after birth, they'd check each lamb for any flaws and put the perfect ones in a manger to keep them safe from getting hurt, since only spotless lambs could be used in offerings to God.

So here comes the Lamb of God himself, placed in the exact spot where those sacrificial lambs were protected.

And who do the angels tell about his birth? Not rulers or religious leaders, but these shepherds, guys who knew all about sacrifice, blood, purity, and flawless lambs.

When the angels said, "You'll find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger" (Luke 2:12), it clicked for them right away.

This wasn't some ordinary child. He was the ultimate Lamb, the one who'd remove the world's sin. From day one, Jesus was set apart for sacrifice, not by people, but by God.

"Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world." (John 1:29)

*Jesus is the reason for the season.

Merry Christmas!

[Doctor Of The Future™ @g_diets_]

Aging is not the wrinkles on your face.
Aging is the weakness in your legs.

Aging is when you cannot climb stairs without negotiating with your knees.

Aging is when simple tasks feel like a project.

The problem is not age.
The problem is muscle loss.

Muscle is not vanity. Muscle is survival. Muscle is your metabolic engine.
Muscle decides whether your blood sugar behaves or misbehaves.

Muscle is the warehouse that stores glucose so it doesn’t become fat.

Muscle is what protects your bones, your joints, your heart, and even your brain.

But modern adults lose muscle like sand from a broken basket.
— Sitting all day.
— Eating bread and vibes.
— Protein deficiency disguised as “I’m not really hungry.”
— Zero strength training.

Then you wonder why you feel older than your parents at the same age.

When muscle disappears, everything collapses.
— Insulin resistance creeps in.
— Fatigue becomes normal.
— Hormones become confused.
— Balance becomes shaky.
— Immunity weakens.
— Healing slows down.
— Stress hits harder.
— Sleep becomes useless.
And your body begins to age at triple speed.

The so-called anti-aging creams cannot save you.

The supplements cannot save you.
The detox teas cannot save you.

What you need is resistance training. Controlled stress on your muscles. Progressive overload.
Lifting your own weight before lifting iron. Building strength like your life depends on it, because it does.

You don’t lose muscle because you are old.

You grow old because you lost muscle.

Muscle is the real anti-aging drug, and the prescription is simple: protein, strength training, sleep, sunlight, and consistency.

Grow your muscle or watch your life shrink.

Don't forget to reach out for a diet plan. Share and tag your friends.

[Tolulope James @Jeunpelumi]

Ewa Agoyin Recipe 🇳🇬

BEANS:
• Beans
• Salt
• Onions

AGOYIN SAUCE:
• Cayenne pepper
• Habanero/Scotch bonnet
• Onions (in abundance!)
• Palm oil
• Bell pepper (Shepherd pepper works better)

SIDES:
• Yam
• Plantain

THE SECRET: Ewa agoyin is a game of PATIENCE. Fry your sauce on LOW HEAT and stir at intervals. You’re going to get a perfect sauce every time.

[Tolulope James @Jeunpelumi]

Asun Jollof Recipe — It’s Asun season 👌

[Sunshine❤️❤️ @precy_oma]

Please retweet and refer🧵👇

My dad doesn’t know it’s Christmas this year🥺
I didn’t expect Christmas to hit this hard.
This is the first Christmas we’re having without my dad as the man we’ve always known.

10 months ago, he was diagnosed with stroke and dementia. Since then,

[👑S.A.L.A.K.O🕊 @UnkleAyo]

"Why are you always angry?"

"Why are you always tweeting as if they're fighting you?"

If you have any sort of rationality, there's no way you're not perpetually angry.

At least since, yesterday, everyone is angry.

As much as I hate APC slaves and Data Boys, I respect the confession of wickedness to admit that - even if it doesn't serve a greater purpose, they're there for table scraps.

The people I have absolute disgust for, are the fence sitters - the apolitical.

"I really don't like to dabble in anything political conversations". It doesn't matter how much people die, insufferable policies implemented, chaos erupting - their tongues tied or riveting is stupid attempts at being politically correct.

Those ones, i hate.

Even if you're not currently affected, you owe it as a voice of reason, a token of consciousness, a signature of morality - to speak for others.

It a human responsibility to embody " injury to one is injury to all" because the affected victim could be you and in reality,

In Nigeria's reality - today's survivor is tomorrow's victim.

[Abidemi @PopoolaWaliyll6]

Good evening guys ..... please all I want is just people that will patronize me ejoor na @InsideOsogbo I dey and I fit deliver anywhere ejoor e patronize emina 😭