Is this the One? was very nice to watch! Binge-watched the entire thing in hrs and didn’t want it to end.
Very refreshing! Thanks for making this @Elozonam1
Information is truly power. Road safety official stopped me at traffic light for using my phone while driving. Didn’t argue or deny. I asked him to issue me a ticket. He said the ticket is N48,000 for my offense, I pulled up this website and showed him, he said the website
POV: You’re back home.
“Enugu Homecoming” is a powerful documentary capturing the people, culture, and heartbeat of Coal City.
Real stories. Real people. Real Enugu.
Identity. Heritage. The pull of home.
This is Enugu told by those who live it.
Watch the full video here: https://t.co/9l20gXuPNW
Jesus died at 33. The human spine has 33 vertebrae. The same structure that holds us up is the same number of years He held this Earth.
We have 12 ribs on each side. 12 disciples. 12 tribes of Israel. God built His design into our bones. He wrote Heaven into our anatomy.
The vagus nerve runs from your brain to your heart and gut. It calms storms inside the body. It looks just like a cross. That’s the power source running through us. Every time your body heals, every time your heart slows in prayer, every time peace shows up when it shouldn’t…that’s Him.
Jesus rose on the third day. Science tells us that when you fast for 3 days, your body starts regenerating. Old cells die. New ones are born. Healing begins. Your body literally resurrects itself. That’s not coincidence. That’s design.
And it keeps going.
Your heart has an electrical rhythm. Your brain lights up when you pray. Tears contain different chemicals depending on if you're crying from joy or grief. The blood speaks. The bones store memory. The body worships whether you realize it or not.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made. We are walking prophecy. Walking tabernacles. Dust and divinity in one.
God didn’t just create you. He carved Himself into you.
You don’t need to look far to find Him. You just need to look inward. He’s been in the design since the beginning.
We are not the birthday boy, the birthday boy na our personal lord & savior! This na the reason we dey jolly & happy because without our Bros J, where we for dey!
Oya type “Happy birthday Bros J” make you celebrate our saviour for comment!
Merry Christmas SC Geng!
I beg you all in the Name of God, let’s not forget the 165 Children of St MARY Catholic School still in Captivity by Fulani Kidnappers
Please.
Please.
Lend your voices. Use your platforms. Keep demanding.👏🏾
The only marriages that survive decades are the ones where both people outgrow their illusions, not each other.
A few hard truths most couples avoid:
At some point, love becomes logistics. If you can handle bills, stress, ageing parents, health scares and bad days without turning into enemies, you’ve already won half the battle.
Rituals matter. Not the Instagram kind…the tiny, boring, consistent ones. Eating together. Checking in. Saying the difficult thing before it becomes poison.
Respect ages better than passion. Desire fluctuates…dignity doesn’t. If your partner can trust your tone even in conflict, the marriage will breathe.
Don’t chase perfection…chase awareness. Most marriages break not because people change, but because they stop noticing each other’s changes.
And finally learn to fight clean. The goal is to solve the problem, not win the argument.
Long marriages are not fairy tales.
They’re two people choosing maturity over impulse again and again even on the days they don’t feel like it.
On paper it is gorgeous. Two toothbrushes in one cup. Tiny socks on the radiator. Someone whose face you know in the dark reaching for you at 3:12 and not leaving. A small person with your eyes and their laugh eating cereal too slowly before school. It sounds like the closest thing to safety we have ever invented.
But a lot of people did not grow up watching love look like that. They grew up watching marriage be a war that never declared itself out loud. 19:40 on a Tuesday, plates not quite slammed, voices just quiet enough for the neighbors not to hear. A father sleeping on the couch for three years. A mother doing the emotional admin for five people and getting a wilted bouquet once a year as a receipt. The child learns quickly that forever can be a threat as easily as it is a promise.
You say mini mes. A lot of people hear smaller witnesses. Witnesses to debt. To screaming in the car park. To one parent disappearing for six months and calling it adjusting. Some bodies carry the memory of being the kid who held the camera and took the Christmas photo where nobody spoke to each other for two days after. They do not crave that house. They crave never putting anyone through it.
There is another layer no one likes talking about because it sounds too practical for a sacred topic. Mortgage rates that bite. Groceries that feel like a test. Friends burning out in two jobs and still wondering if they can afford a dentist, не те що дитину. Bodies that already wake tired. The idea of bringing in a small, breakable person is not just cute to them. It is a spreadsheet with red numbers and a nervous system that shakes.
And then there are the ones who were never told they were allowed to want something for themselves first. To them, choosing no partner and no kids for now is not selfishness. It is the first act of self parenting. It is finally learning to feed the part of them that was always the one doing the caretaking. They are not missing the desire. Sometimes they are surgically removing the compulsion put in them by a culture that treated women as wombs and men as wallets.
Some people hear spouse and feel warmth. Others hear spouse and feel a hand closing over their life. Some people look at a child and feel their chest widen. Others look at their own sleep schedule, their own untreated trauma, their own rage in traffic and think not yet, not like this. That is not nihilism. That is responsibility. The bravest thing some people will ever do is break the chain by not adding another link.
Marriage and children can be the most beautiful thing. They can also be the most efficient way to hide from yourself. It is easy to call it forever if you have never sat with your own loneliness without a witness. It is easy to say mini me if you have not yet met the parts of you that should not be replicated without serious editing. Many people want to arrive to that altar and that nursery with less unprocessed violence in their hands. That takes time. That looks from the outside like drifting.
If you are lucky enough to want it and still be soft when you picture it, hold that gently. Do not turn your hunger into a ruler you hit others with. The world has given plenty of reasons to be afraid of binding contracts and tiny hearts. Climate, war, courts, childhood bedrooms where love was conditional on performance. Not everyone has healed enough to gamble a child on their hope.
Ask people what they want under all the noise. Some will say a partner and kids. Some will say a room, a dog, three good friends and work that feels honest. Some will say I do not know yet, I was never given space to ask. The distance is not as far as it looks. Everyone is hunting the same thing under different packaging. A place where their nervous system can stop scanning the door. A hand that stays. A tomorrow that is not a threat.
You can stand in your dream of spouse and children without needing the whole planet to agree.