Friday In House News

 Hailings....

FRIDAY MEMO...

Hailings and happy Friday......Some days are Thank God Its Friday and some are thank God for every day.....

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Have a great day and enjoy the rest of the day...

Before i go eh, I noticed something cos I am the one that sees the comments...Those BVs that are hell bent on making sure that Eka Joy and Dante continue to be blog enemies, what is your gain in their being enemies?I am just asking to know .........I like both of them and pray that one day they can argue and laugh not argue and drag each other...

The same way that most of you get up in he morning and go to your work places, is the same way, i work up and resume work here....I love the drama, everyone does but when it becomes toxic, its a problem..please lets all live and let live...Danta na male werey and Eka na female werey, they are a perfect match for drama but lets not push them to fight....

Tight hugs to everyone......

Have you ever shopped on Temu? how were the things? were you shocked or pleasantly surprised?...Temu has shocked me for some things and some things i was surprised they were that nice...Temu is the in thing now all over the world........

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INSIDE THE MIND OF A WOMAN GOING THROUGH MOTHERHOOD

I am seeing the impact the environment has on a child and how it influences their mind. Before we moved to a bigger city, we lived in a small town, with the major mode of transportation being taxi, bikes, and tricycles . When my kids play pretend games, they pretend to be cab drivers at times.

Now we are in a bigger city, my kids have since learned that the yellow buses with black line, who has someone hanging dangerously by the door, shouting bus routes and calling on passengers are called Molue buses and their conductors. The excitement in their voices and awe of the bus conductors could be felt when they asked questions like “won’t the bus conductors fall off?”. “How thrilling and dangerous it is to hang on like that”. makes me laugh at their innocence

Soon, they started to beg to go on the “molue”. I indulged them on one of our hospital trips. They didn’t see the stress of “jumping buses”. All they were enthralled with was the bus conductor.

Now my boys sit on the edge of the dining table while one pretends to be the driver and the other the bus conductor while screaming the name of our area and shouting enter.
When they are not doing that, they are pretending to be uber drivers and garbage trucks drivers, I laugh at their antics but make a mental note to be more intentional about what they are exposed to.
Also, when we go fishing, one of our fishing buddies always wears a hoodie. Even when we bump into him on our walks, he is always on a hoodie, back hunched,hands in his hoodie pockets, and head slightly bent down when he walks.

My kids have been pestering bout why he is always in a hoodie, and I always reply “I don’t know “. Yesterday, while we were dressing up to go on our walk, my boys begged to wear their hoodie too. As we were walking, I noticed my second son in front walking with his back hunched, hands in his pocket, and his head slightly tilted forward just like our fishing buddy.

I laughed out loud. He kept at it for a while before he got distracted and started to walk normally. All this just points to me how fast they are growing and absorbing things from their environment. I really need to be more intentional with them.

Hehehehehehehe since they want to be like everything they see, take dem to hospitals, oil rigs, lawyers offices, salons,Banks......lol

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS --HOW I MET MY HUSBAND IN CHURCH.

I still remember the first day I saw him — tall, calm, standing confidently on the altar.
He was the Pastor of the assembly, and It was my first time in that church.
As I settled into my seat, I noticed his eyes lock with mine during sermon.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but he kept glancing my way.
It was distracting — and oddly flattering.

After the service, I was heartily chatting with an old friend from secondary school who was also the assistant Pastor, and he had seen me when I walked in, when an usher tapped me gently.
She said, “Pastor wants to see you.” My heart skipped. I quickly excused my friend and walked over shyly.
He greeted me with a warm smile and said, “I just wanted to know your name.”

I'm Lolly, I replied timidly.
We talked briefly — nothing deep — and then exchanged numbers.
The next day, my phone rang. It was him.
He said, “I couldn’t wait longer. I had to hear your voice.”
We talked for hours that day — like we’d known each other forever.
From that call came coffee dates, prayer walks, night vigils, and laughter-filled evenings.
One year later, he proposed — right there in church.
It has been eight years And every time I travel home and pass the church, I smile — the rest is history.
It wasn't until last month when I accidentally bumped into my old friend at the mall, that he confessed he should have been the one to marry me but the Pastor was faster. 

The shock!

WOW...so he slacked...if both had proposed, which one would you have married? Any pre-kissing? una hold hands?Did you touch each others body? which one is prayers walks again?

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*Your Real Life Partner Is Not Your Spouse!*

Not your mom.
Not your dad.
Not your spouse.
Not your dear friend
Not even your children.

It’s Your Body!
The one thing that stays with you from birth till death is the one you often ignore 
Your Body.

When your body is tired, it whispers.
When you don’t listen, it screams.
And when it finally gives up,
no one else can carry that consequence but you.

What you eat.
How you sleep.
The way you handle stress.
The exercise you avoid.
The sugar you won’t stop eating.
They are all love letters or hate mails to your body.
And your body is always reading them.

You can replace a job.
You can marry someone else.
You can disown whosoever.
You can borrow money.
But you can’t trade bodies.

So start showing up for your realest partner...

—Eat with intention.
—Move daily.
—Sleep like it’s sacred.
—Think thoughts that nourish, not that which poison.
—Say no to stress that’s killing you slowly.

Your body is not a container.
It’s a companion.
Treat it like it matters — because it does.
Indeed, *Your body is where you live... Take very good care of it!*

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