FRIDAY IN HOUSE NEWS

 Weekend hailings

FRIDAY MEMO

How una dey?I pray your day ends well and for some, may your miracle arrive tonight....
I am so looking forward to next weeks in house news...
Today I have nothing more to say but to spread love and ask that you impact on someone around you.
Like I said, may your miracle arrive tonight.

Miss H darling, don't, don't forget I will wait for you to contact me until Monday and then Tuesday we reopen your matter for the whole week...May thunder fire anyone who drops fake civil rights group link to think they can scare me.....

Next week we go again...Note that i dont want any money back..I want to know the true story and why you lied..I want to know when exactly you dropped out of school and how many of you are involved...I need closure and then i will move on and you can continue commenting if you are Interested.....

Lots of love and hugs to you Miss H and your gang members..(If there are any)

Who wants to be the first face of in house news for next week.....?


My Lil sis called me yesterday and we had a good laugh on so many blog matters...And then we caught up on life.... I am so excited for your quiet win and silent enjoyment mode.......

You are a perfect heart trip that is cherished now and always...despite the scammers littering here, there are so many good people......so many!!!

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TEACHER LIFE

School has resumed and I’m just here like , God abeg.
I wake up in the morning, sit on my bed for a good 10 minutes, and just start thinking about my life.
“Am I ready for this again?”
“Do I really have strength?”
“Who sent me?” Because you know what is waiting for you.
The beautiful chaos of the classroom.
“My pencil broke!”
“Miss C, she touched me!”
“Miss C, he is not my friend again!”
Noise. Movement. Energy. Life.
Then parents Calls. Messages. “Hey ma…”
(That “Hey” alone is enough to raise blood pressure small)
And yet somehow, I get up, dress up, and go back.
Because as chaotic as it is, there’s something about it.
The laughter.
The random hugs.
The tiny wins that feel like big achievements.
The stories I don’t even plan to collect.
I complain. I sigh. I drag my feet a little But deep down…
I know you missed it.
Because that class?
That noise?
Those children?
That’s my space.
So yes… God abeg But also… let’s go again

This is how i used to be scared when school resumes...LOL

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS

I came across a story a woman had written about how she found her daughter using a condom as a balloon and it reminded me of when I was a child.
We shared a three bedroom flat with this gorgeous woman who worked as a TV presenter and her husband was a clergy.

They had two children. My siblings and I played with them everyday after school, they also come to our apartment to play.
One day we were playing and as children, we decided to ransack their dustbin. There we found this tiny, unassuming hero, waiting patiently in its shiny armor.

We took our job very seriously and unclad from the silver wrap. The oil from it stained our lips as we attempted to blow it turn by turn. What kinda balloon is this? Hollow and transparent with grease and scents.
We kept blowing and laughing loudly until I suddenly heard the voice of my mother, screaming out her longs from a distance. I wanted to hurriedly drop it and flee but she hastened towards me, while her large hands held me by my tiny arms and dragged me to our apartment.

At each point, I received multiple resounding slaps that left me feeling partially deaf, while pursuing mucous from inside of my nose, runny down to my philtrum and to my mouth.
I summoned courage and asked if it was because the fancy balloon was from a trash can but she frowned and gave me a stern look, never to pick items that she didn't directly give me.
Fast forward to now, whenever I remember the story, I am grateful that the slim, slimmy, silent dramatic rubber hadn't been used, and the secret joy shield is now disposed of maturely with more caution by its clients.

It would even be horrible for anyone to leave used or un-used raincoat for any child to play with.....

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INSIDE THE MIND OF A WOMAN GOING THROUGH MOTHERHOOD

Every time I take a walk while , the boys are cycling, I receive many comments from neighbors and random people pointing out that my princess doesn’t have a bicycle or tricycle. I have had people driving by stop to ask why I was leaving her out.
Soon, she caught on and started asking for one. Not that I didn’t want to get her one, but something in me just felt it wasn’t time yet. I kept delaying, waiting to feel that release to get her one. The pressure was immense, so I gave in and bought her a pretty pink tricycle.

She went on her first cycling experience with her siblings, and it was a delight to watch. I even felt bad for denying her one all this while and couldn’t understand my unease before.

Barely two weeks later, I was downstairs cleaning when I heard a soul-piercing scream. I rushed in the direction of the scream to see my princess falling down the stairs in her tricycle; she was tumbling so fast that I froze in shock.
All that ran through my mind were images of the many terrible things that could go wrong if she landed on her head or neck. I screamed because everything was happening so fast, and I was scared. I rushed to get her just as her head landed barely an inch from being slammed against the wall; she had a gash on her nose. I checked her for any bleeding while cradling her against me.
The teeth that I had just fixed were broken again, but the fact that she was alive and well made me forget how expensive it was to fix those teeth. She cried for so long, and I gave her painkillers and had to stay up all night to watch over her since it happened at night. I needed to check for a fever and signs of a concussion. By the next day, her face was so swollen.

I was advised to watch her for twelve hours to see if the swelling increased; thankfully, the swelling started to reduce, and although her face was bruised, she was fine. The tricycle itself lay broken for days before I eventually fixed it and gave her strict rules not to ride on the stairs again.
The experience left me badly shaken for days because just the day before, her brother had cut himself so badly with a tile that the amount of blood gushing from the wound made me want to faint. I am also super grateful to God that the fall didn’t turn out worse.
Both of them are healing well .

A mother's 6th sense or Intuition about danger or anything else is never wrong!..Next time follow how you feel.....

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YOU GET WHAT YOU SETTLE FOR

Sometimes all we ever wanted was just a beautiful relationship....
one partner,one heart,one safe place to call our own.
Not plenty option
Not competition
Not confusion
Just one person who chooses us daily without stress, without games, without making us question our worth.

It's not much to ask for loyalty
It's not too much to ask for consistency
It's not too much to want peace instead of drama.
We don't ask for perfection -just effort just honesty.just someone who will hold our hand in public and still hold our heart in private.but listen to me.... the fact that you desire something pure means you are capable of giving pure.and that kind of love will not be wasted forever.oneday,

someone will be proud to call you theirs.
someone will pray not to lose you.someone will treat your heart like gold,not like an option.
Don't let temporary heartbreak make you lower your standards. you deserve a love that is calm, intentional, and secured

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A MUST READ STORY

This retired civil servant in Abuja sold his family house without telling his wife or children.

Months before anyone suspected anything, the original house documents had already been quietly moved out of the house for safekeeping.
So when strangers eventually showed up for inspection, it had already gone too far to reverse.
That house wasn’t inherited. It came from years of deductions, years of sacrifice, living inside one of those government quarters that were later sold to occupants.
But retirement changed the balance of power inside the house.
His wife controlled most decisions, and gradually the children adopted her tone until the man who paid for the roof over their heads became almost invisible inside it.
He said there was even a period he fell seriously sick and nobody asked if he had eaten before leaving the house each morning.

Around that same period, his entire gratuity was taken to fund a family business. It was supposed to help everyone. It collapsed before one year. That was when the quiet planning began.
Not loudly, not emotionally but silently. He decided he would rather start life again alone than remain in a house where he felt unwanted.

Months later, the house was sold privately for 90 million. A smaller house in a quiet suburb was purchased for 18 million, and the rest was secured quietly.
At home, nothing looked suspicious. No arguments, no sudden tension.
Weeks before leaving, clothes were gradually packed under the excuse of sending them to the dry cleaner.
Then one day, he travelled for what was described as a consultancy job. He never returned to that house again.
The truth surfaced the day the new owner sent people to inspect it. Panic started immediately, his children that haven't checked on him since he travelled started calling nonstop, asking what was going on.

That was when he confirmed it himself.
Yes, the house had been sold. By then, nothing could be undone. Attempts were made to trace his new location, but he had already moved carefully and deliberately. He said something that stayed with me since I heard the story:
*“I didn’t abandon my family… I simply inherited myself before they buried me alive."
What is your Opinion on the above?"

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Hmmmm!!!!-.....He simply inherited himself!.....WOW WOW WOW!!! he is wicked and self centred and thats all i will say...

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THIS IS NOT LOVE

If You wake up calculating moods.
You measure your words.
You walk on eggshells.
That is not love.
That is fear.
Some of you have mastered “keeping the peace”
Meanwhile you are the only one keeping it.
You call it patience.
You call it endurance.
But your body knows the truth.
That anxiety
That silence
That fear
Abuse is not only when he hits you.
It is.Control
Silence as punishment
Insults disguised as jokes
Making you feel small or confused
If you have to shrink to be loved
That is not love.
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