Monday In House News...

  Monday Afternoon hailings....

MONDAY MEMO

It is 2pm in Dortmund........What time is it where you are reading and commenting from?Its cold and windy here with plenty sun but no heat...LOL..Sun dey fock up for this side around this time then for summer e go being hammer us.......
I hope that your day is going on well?

I have just been thinking that if na me be blessing ceooo i go return that one million naira wey dem dash me because na matches money be that.........I dont know about you but after discussing with a doctor yesterday, I am 100 percent convinced that blessing ceoo is lying  that she has stage four cancer...BIG LIE!!!

I am yet to have lunch...have you?

So Oki i am back to your matter...........What do you need to do in that your shop and how much will it cost? just post it here and let me see if i can help....if and not must help cos if i give you now you fit vanish like you do before..LOL.

This response must be posted today and not tomorrow oh .....I will respond in Tuesday in house news.

If i can afford it, why not...the complaints are getting to me....

If another person like make e begin complain....i know the format...

Enjoy your day guys and stay blessed....

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Teacher life

We had Colour Day in my school, some weeks back.
Kids were assigned different colors, and they were to come dressed in their colours and bring snacks that represented those colours. Simple brief, right?
Well… parents heard “snacks” and transformed into full-blown event planners.
Before 8:30 a.m., picnic baskets were entering the school like...
Most parents in my class said,
“Oh, they can share! Let them give their friends!”
Beautiful. Community spirit. Sharing is caring. All that good stuff.
Except… one child.
His mum sent me a very clear voice note that morning:
“Please return my son’s picnic basket intact, nothing should be removed or touched.”
No problem. Message received loud and clear.
When snack-sharing time came, I shared from every other basket, mixed things up so everyone had a little of everything, and made sure the moment felt fair and fun.
But my little guy?
He kept coming:
“Miss C, you haven’t shared mine.”
“Miss C, my friends are going home and you didn’t open my basket.”
I told him gently,
“Sweetheart, your mummy said I should not open it.”
He blinked, sighed a little “Oh!”, and went to sit down.
Bless him ; he didn’t argue.
Closing time when he was to go home, I carried the untouched, fully-loaded basket to his mum, greeted her, and went back to my class.
Later that evening… my phone rang.
It was his dad.
“Good evening, ma. Please, why didn’t you share my son’s snacks?”
I explained everything : including the very specific voice note.
He sighed.
He told me that wasn’t what she meant.
I told him, respectfully,
“Sir, if she wanted it shared, she would have said so when I handed the basket back to her.”
Before the call ended, I heard him say to her:
“So what are you going to do with all these snacks now?”
And that is how I closed Colour Day with a full basket, a confused child, two disagreeing parents, and one teacher who followed instructions exactly as delivered.

NA WAH OOOOOOOOOOOOO...MISS C you are trying..if itsme i will throw the basket at her..........Not easy handling parents at all...

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS

Last week, I read this story on social media and it has stayed in my mind ever since. The story was about a twenty-eight-year-old woman who was a mother of three and worked as a teacher in her husband’s school. She was known to be kind and helpful. One day, she introduced a woman who was looking for a job to her husband, hoping he would help her.

The husband eventually employed the woman and even made her the headmistress of the school. Meanwhile, his own wife was paid only ₦10,000. The husband often mocked her for being only a secondary school graduate, sometimes even humiliating her in front of students.
One morning during the school assembly, her youngest child began to cry and disturb the programme. As a mother, she briefly stepped away to attend to the child. Instead of showing understanding, the husband publicly insulted and humiliated her in front of the students and staff.
Later, she went to his office to confront him about the humiliation. Sadly, the confrontation turned violent. The husband slapped her and began beating her. 

In anger, he picked up an iron rod and struck her on the head, causing her to collapse.
Instead of rushing her to the hospital, the husband and the headmistress dragged her to the backyard and covered her with a wrapper. Eventually, someone raised an alarm and she was taken to the hospital. When she regained consciousness, she discovered she had lost her sight. The doctors explained that the injury had affected her brain. The husband and the headmistress were later arrested and the school was shut down. The incident happened in Ijebu Ode.

What kind of wickedness is this??Why didnt she leave him? its not by force to stay and all the embarrassments he was giving her was to tell her he was tired.....

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RULES FOR MEN
Walk away from anyone with a chaotic past who expects you to fix it.
Value women who create stability, not drama.
Respect yourself enough to never fund someone else’s mistakes.
Prioritize your energy, your wallet, your future over “love stories” that are debt traps.
Nice guys don’t always finish last — they finish destroyed if they carry baggage they didn’t create. Copied

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WEIRD FACTS
 ---Being alone weakens your body. Having friends strengthens your body.

--- Respect people who find time in their schedule to see you. Love people who never look at their schedule when you need them.

--- If it drains you, it's not for you. Remember that

----If you feel tears coming on and need to hold them back, relax your jaw and refrain from blinking.

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Pick the flowers.

Sometimes love doesn’t look like a five star restaurant or a perfectly wrapped gift.
Sometimes it looks like pulling your truck over on the side of a quiet country road because you spotted some wildflowers dancing in the wind, and she crossed your mind.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the errands, not the clock, not the dust on your boots. You just knew you wanted to bring a piece of that happiness home to her.

Picking flowers for her is about letting her know that even in the middle of an ordinary day, your heart drifted her direction. Those flowers weren’t arranged by a florist. They weren’t trimmed evenly. Your hands might have gotten a little dirty pulling them from the earth. But that’s what makes them special. They were chosen, one by one, with her in mind.

Love is found in small gestures that are hardly ever planned. It’s found in slowing down long enough to notice the beauty of something and then thinking to yourself “She would love this.”
It’s the willingness to look a little foolish walking back to your truck holding a handful of bright blooms, knowing the smile waiting at home will be worth it.
The fancy restaurants and extravagant gestures have their place, but simple acts carry the real weight in this world. They say, “I see you.” They say, “I think about you.” They say, “Even in the middle of my day, you matter to me".

So if you see the flowers, pick them. Not because you have to, but because love is always worth the stop.

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sucker for love!!!

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