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[Alafa @themichaelalafa]

@theglowstitches When you come to Christ, you're like someone on an all-expense paid trip.

Everything that concerns you has been covered. Yours is to take it.

For, "We fight from victory, not for victory"

[Wolf of X @WolfofX]

On what was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of his life, Canadian groom Clayton Cook became a hero.

While posing for wedding photos with his bride Brittany in Cambridge, Ontario, in September 2017, he noticed a young boy struggling to stay above water near a park bridge.

Still dressed in his wedding suit, Cook immediately jumped into the water and rescued the child, pulling him safely to shore.

Wedding photographer Darren Hatt captured the remarkable moment, turning an ordinary photoshoot into an unforgettable act of courage.

The boy was unharmed and later left with an older sibling, while Cook and his bride gained a wedding story unlike any other one defined not only by love, but by selfless compassion and quick thinking

[Story Web @Ezekle1]

He fed all 150 of us before he made himself a plate.

Friday the 13th. United flight 2480, San Francisco to Houston.

Somewhere over New Mexico, a passenger collapsed in the bathroom. The plane went quiet in that particular way, the kind where strangers who will never know each other's names start silently praying for the same person.

We made an emergency landing in Albuquerque. An ambulance was already waiting on the tarmac.

That should have been the story.

But the delay pushed our crew past their legal flying hours. FAA rules. Nobody's fault, just the math of safety regulations meeting a long, hard day. A new crew had to fly in from Chicago. We weren't leaving until almost 10:30 that night.

Seven extra hours. In an airport. With cranky kids, empty stomachs, and the particular exhaustion of watching a short delay quietly turn into an entire evening you didn't plan for.

United sent meal vouchers. Eventually. 7:15 p.m.

Every restaurant in the terminal was already closed.

150 people. A stack of useless paper. Nowhere to spend it.

That's when our captain picked up his phone.

He didn't ask corporate. Didn't wait for approval. Didn't make an announcement to the gate so everyone would know what he was about to do. He just called a local pizza place and ordered 30 pizzas.

Out of his own pocket.

When the boxes arrived, he didn't hand them off to a gate agent and walk away. He organized a line, by seat number, the only fair way to do it, and stood there in his full captain's uniform, serving slices to exhausted strangers one at a time. When a box ran out, he broke it down and opened the next one.

He fed all 150 of us.

Then, and only then, he made himself a plate.

Before we finally boarded the replacement flight, he stood at the door and shook the hand of every single passenger as they walked past him to their seat. Every one.

I've flown more flights than I can count.

I have never seen anything like this.

Nothing about that night was in his job description. Nobody would have faulted him for handing out vouchers and disappearing into the crew lounge to rest. He had every reason to be as tired as the rest of us.

He chose to be the one still standing, still serving, still making sure 150 strangers felt like someone in that building actually cared whether they ate.

That's not customer service.

That's just who he is when no one's required to be.

To the captain of Flight 2480, somewhere out there, you probably don't think this was a big deal.

It was. 🍕✈️

[Cowrywise @cowrywise]

A windfall is not automatically wealth. It only becomes wealth when it starts protecting you, paying you, and improving your ability to earn.

If you somehow find yourself with ₦20M, ₦100M, ₦1.4B or any amount of money you've never received as a lump sum before, your job is simple:

Make sure no one in your bloodline ever has to ask this question again.

Do not just spend it. Convert it into a system.

Here's how to think about it🧵

[Sho Baraka @AmIshoBaraka]

Just some Good Friday storytelling.

[Chukwuedozie Nwa Charlie @TheCharlesIsidi]

The man in the middle cross said I could come.

[Chukwuedozie Nwa Charlie @TheCharlesIsidi]

You don’t reckon with how gluttony is destroying your life.

“Instead of make food spoil make belle burst” is a weird justification for turning your body into a waste bin.

This is a note to self, you fit spy my notes tho. Even more so as a Christian, God considers your body his home.

[Chukwuedozie Nwa Charlie @TheCharlesIsidi]

The South African film industry has mastered the art of making soft pornography, and seeding it for public consumption like it’s another day in paradise.

I can’t even remember the titles, but once I see the film trailers on Netflix, my flags become raised, because I fixate when I watch things, and my viewing experience is never casual.

I know African societies are becoming sexually charged and framing the world through the lens of sex and sexual pleasures, I also believe we didnt reach this junction by happenstance, it’s been a slow and sinister design, but whatever it is, we must sit with the whys of our decisions as creators.

The data clearly states that this is what people want or are consuming, but we need to sit with how we got here as a society.

Additionally in the case of the polygamist, for you as a consumer, these movies don’t make you into a whole person, you become suspicious of men without cause as a woman, as a man, you come to genuinely believe show after show that this is normal behaviour, no this is a mind that needs renewal.

And for you who thinks it harmless, I hope you know your brain can’t tell the difference between soft porn and regular porn? The hooks and triggers that lead you to the depths are one and the same. A sharp or blunt knife are one and the same thing; a knife.

Even more so as a Christian, whatever is noble and pure friends, you can sit this one out as a professing Christian, you are not missing anything from shows that portray sex as something to be taken, people as tools of sexual pleasure to be taken advantage of, and the heart of how family should be designed blatantly disregarded, children an the sanctity of the home broken and disfigured. You will do well to say no, this is not an idea I am malleable to, even as entertainment.

[Invictos @InvictosSomos]

¡¡EL FÚTBOL TIENE MEJORES HISTORIAS QUE EL CINE!!

✅ En 1994, Alfie Haaland, Goran Sorloth y Erik Thorstvedt jugaron con la Selección de Noruega en una Copa del Mundo celebrada en Estados Unidos.

✅ En 2026, Erling Haaland, Alexander Sorloth y Kristian Thorstvedt jugaron con la Selección de Noruega en una Copa del Mundo celebrada en Estados Unidos.

Padres e hijos representando a su país en el torneo más importante que existe. El círculo se completó, señoras y señores.

FÚTBOL EN LA SANGRE.

[Гилти Сигурдсон ⚽ @SiggySwans]

Постигао је гол, али је прослава рекла више од гола.
Феликс Нмеча је спустио круну на земљу као поруку да ни успех ни слава нису вечни и да на крају свака круна завршава пред ногама Цара над царевима. Једног дана свака круна биће положена пред Његове ноге.
Краљ се враћа.

Суштина поруке је хришћанска симболика: аутор тумачи Нмечину прославу као чин понизности и одавања славе Исусу Христу, уместо самом себи.

Браво сине.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

In 2008, Elon Musk was broke, divorcing, and watching his rockets explode one after another.

Three Falcon 1 launches. Three failures. Over $100 million gone. Tesla was days away from missing payroll. He was borrowing money from friends just to cover rent.

This photo was taken after one of those crashes. No breakdown. No press conference. Just a man crouched in the wreckage, thinking about what comes next.
He had enough parts for one more rocket. One last shot.

The fourth launch worked.

Days later, NASA handed SpaceX a $1.6 billion contract. On Christmas Eve 2008, Tesla's financing round closed in the final hour — or 1,200 employees would have gone unpaid two days later.

He later called it the worst year of his life. He also never stopped.

Next time you feel like quitting, remember the man sitting in that wreckage.

[Anish Moonka @anishmoonka]

Fred Rogers met with a child psychologist every week for 22 years to build his show. She shaped everything: every script, prop, and song. The whole point was to give a child's nervous system time to slow down. In 1984, a single regulatory decision ended all of it.

The psychologist was Dr. Margaret McFarland, who co-founded the Arsenal Family and Children's Center alongside Benjamin Spock and Erik Erikson. She and Rogers understood that the prefrontal cortex in children, the part of the brain that controls impulse, emotion, and attention, takes decades to fully develop. At the start of every episode, Rogers tied his sneakers and changed his sweater while children settled in. Those pauses were intentional, designed to help a child's nervous system shift into a calmer, more focused state.

What ended it had nothing to do with child development science. In 1984, Reagan's FCC chairman Mark Fowler abolished the advertising limits that had protected children's programming from commercial pressure. Toy companies moved within months. Between 1984 and 1985, cartoons tied to toy lines increased by 300%, from a handful of shows to more than 40 animated series. In almost every case, the toy was designed first. The cartoon was built to sell it.

Researchers later put numbers to what parents were already noticing. A 2011 study in Pediatrics from the University of Virginia tested 60 four-year-olds across three groups: one watching SpongeBob, which cuts scene every 11 seconds; one watching a slow PBS show, which cuts scene every 34 seconds; and one drawing. Nine minutes later, all three took tests on attention, impulse control, short-term memory, and problem-solving. The SpongeBob group scored significantly worse across every measure.

In the 1970s, children began watching television around age 4. Research from pediatrician Dimitri Christakis found that by 2009, the average age of first screen exposure had dropped to 4 months, as the content got faster and the audience got younger. Researchers separately found that each additional hour of daily screen time at ages 1 or 3 raised the risk of attention problems at age 7 by 9%.

[B.O.J. @iamolamidebabs]

“I don’t understand” a statement in Nigeria that means I clearly understand you but I want to confirm your audacity…

[LERRY @_AsiwajuLerry]

Japan spamming 100 crosses into the box despite the height disadvantage

[Marvelous @Iammarveleri]

The fact that I am only eighteen and already in my third year of studying law at the University of Ibadan should count for something.

[Dr Gugu Nogwebela @Gugu_Noggy]

Omg you guys..I didn't know that people thought I was clever;I don't even think that of myself..I was just doing something I loved and enjoy.Thanks for the ❤️

Moreover,I choose my most recent photo where I thought I ate;I didn't know that that it makes me look like a nurd 😭😭

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

A man walks into a waiting hall with a woman. They both appear to be around the same age. Both wear matching gold rings on their left ring fingers. They enter holding hands, a toddler between them. He kisses her and leaves.

If Someone says they are married and you respond, “I didn’t literally hear him say she is my wife,” you are not being rigorous. You are being dishonest.

Suppose later the same day you see the same couple at a restaurant celebrating with friends and you ask one of the waiters “hey what are they celebrating over there” and the waiter says the couple in matching outfits is celebrating their second wedding anniversary. If you walk out still unconvinced because the man never explicitly said “she is my wife,” you are a fool.

This is the exact level of critical thinking behind this argument about Jesus not saying “I am God”. That it has survived this long is a massive indictment on the intellectual standards of everyone who repeats it. If I were Muslim, I would plead with Imams to retire it before it does further damage to the faith's credibility.

We live in a world governed by circumstantial evidence. The justice system convicts people who never admit guilt, on the basis of facts alone. A court doesn't need a killer to say “I did it.” It examines interlocking data points: DNA, cell tower pings, footage, motive, and timelines.

One piece of evidence can be contested. When fifty lock together, they form an inescapable net. To deny the conclusion because you lack a literal confession is a deliberate suspension of common sense.

And the irony cuts deep cos you guys are quick to claim Jesus was Muslim, when you don’t have a single verse where he says “I am Muslim.” The selective bias is shamefully demonic.

If we take the framework I’ve laid down into first-century Judea and look at the interlocking facts:

Jesus used the absolute "I Am" (Ego eimi), the exact phrasing Jews recognized as the divine name given to Moses at the burning bush. When he spoke it, they picked up stones. You do not stone a man for claiming to be a good teacher.

He stood before the Sanhedrin and told the high priest they would see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power, coming on the clouds of heaven, drawing from Daniel 7, where the Son of Man receives everlasting dominion. The high priest tore his garments, the prescribed response to blasphemy.

He called himself Lord of the Sabbath, an institution YHWH established at creation. To claim lordship over it is to claim the authority of its author.

He forgave sins. Directly: “Your sins are forgiven.” The scribes responded: “Who can forgive sins but God alone?” They were theologically correct. He did not correct them.

These were men formed in the architecture of Jewish theology. They understood divine prerogative. Their repeated response was execution. You do not execute a man for blasphemy because he is a moral teacher. You execute him because he claimed what their tradition reserves for God alone.

The verdict does not require your agreement. It required theirs. And they gave it.

To look at all that evidence and say “he never claimed to be God” means you already made up your mind before reading. But at least be honest about it and retire the kindergarten logic.

[Kikelomo Sowore @KikelomoSowore]

I was about to eat the meat in my food at work when wisdom descended quietly on me like a dove and said, “My daughter, preserve your dignity.”

This is not the kind of meat you casually eat during your lunch break and continue with your day. No. This is the type of meat you find at a nonagenarian’s burial party where the meat obviously cannot go round. So they give you one piece to contend with while you gossip. If you’re not careful, you’ll spend the entire event chewing on the meat and ruminating on the issues happening at the party.

This is the type of meat that requires prayer, strategy and upper-body strength. A bonus for gym rats. The kind that makes you abandon cutlery and start using techniques passed down through generations. Your incisors and your fingers become close lovers. Every few seconds, they meet to discuss the way forward and exchange a French kiss.

𝘌𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘢

It’s so muta-lic (oti muta) that one bite turns your face into a canvas. Stew on your cheeks. Stew on your chin. Stew in places you don’t remember touching. By the end of the meal, it looks like a makeup artist is preparing you for a traditional wedding.
It’s blush season, baby.
You need a mirror or at the very least, your computer screen after pressing Windows + L.

𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘰 𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘪?

The meat itself? Stubborn like a goat.
You bite. It protests.
You pull. It obeys Hooke’s Law.
You pull harder. It starts pulling you back into a past relationship.

At that point, people are no longer watching someone eat lunch. They’re watching a custody battle. Imagine struggling with meat like you have personal issues with it.
Of course, it’s beef.

Not to sound cow-ardly, but I’m letting go of this beef.

[Peter Obi @PeterObi]

Dear beloved sports-loving Nigerian youths,

After watching the performances of Davido, Burna Boy, and Rema at the opening of the 2026 World Cup—at a time when Nigeria, the giant of Africa, is absent—I felt a measure of consolation. This was reinforced by the fact that many Nigerians playing for clubs worldwide are representing other countries. Felix Nmecha, for instance, set a record by scoring the fastest goal at six minutes for Germany. I write to you therefore, knowing that this country belongs to you, the youth.

You are more of stakeholders in Nigeria’s future than I am. I am 64 years old; by God’s grace, much of my journey is behind me, while yours lies ahead.

It is therefore imperative that you rise to the challenge by obtaining your PVC, your most powerful tool for driving the change you desire.

In the last three years alone, over 15 million Nigerians have turned 18—enough to decide who becomes President, Governor, Senator, Member of the House, or Local Government Chairman. Indeed, enough to shape the nation’s future.

I know many of you are sceptical about politics and political parties. I understand why, but scepticism must not become surrender.

You do not need to belong to any party or wait for anyone to organise you. Organise yourselves in your streets, campuses, communities, workplaces, churches, mosques, and social groups. Mobilise, debate, demand accountability, and take part in choosing those you wish to entrust with leadership.

If you are organised and wish to hear directly from me, invite me. I will come and share my plans for you and our nation.

Do not sit on the sidelines while others decide your future.

I appeal to you to register and vote. Your vote can shape who becomes the next President of our country.

My young friends, this is your country. Take it back.

A New Nigeria is POssible. -PO

[Fabuloski 🇳🇬 @FabusoIaG]

PhD✅