Thankful Thursday hailings......
How una dey?????Wetin dey happen?It looks like some people do not know that brushing of teeth also entails brushing the tongue? how can you not brush your tongue and expect your mouth not to smell? Do you know how to check if your breath stinks?Part your mouth and cup it with your hand and breath out air...The air will hit your nose and you will tell if your breath stinks or not........
Yesterday, i met someone from the motherland who talked into my face and i almost fainted.....I quickly shfted back and she kept comin to my face to whisper.....Ah!!!!
I brought this advice here cos it looks like some people do not know the tongue should be cleaned.....The back of your tooth brush with the rough edge is for cleaning the tongue...Did you know this?check and do the needful!!!
Shout out to my favourite Blog Aunties.....Italy based BV Doris day, US based Teena, and US based glam granny gigi.........Side eyes at you in case you wanna say its cos they are abroad....hehehehehehehehehehe.
Soooooooooooo if my former blog boo marries from this blog, I will sponsor the wedding halfway.......I love weddings and its been a while that my BVs got married......Just thinking if its time to rebirth the Stellas singles mingle post.....
Before the week ends, i will do a post asking for update on the singles mingles ...So many BVs gbenshed each other and it didnt end in Marriage, its no big deal, that should not stop you from trying again, just dont backbite and slander anyone cos you are looking for love.............lol
Enjoy the rest of the day and cook me a spontaneous light food for this evening....
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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This writeup makes so much sense...Read it until you understand it.....And learn how to detox yourself!
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A MUST READ
JAILED AT 13 YEARS AND FREED AT 60 YEARS
I was 13 years old, living in Maiduguri, the state capital of Borno. After school I used to hawk sugar cane for my father,He was a sugarcane farmer.
I still remember how he would hire a wheelbarrow for 20 kobo. We’d arrange the sugarcane on it and push it around the city to sell.
On one fateful day, after school, I was pushing my sugarcane around. The weather was unbearably hot. Anyone who has lived in the North knows how hot Maiduguri can get. I was looking for shade under a tree to rest.
In the process, I accidentally scratched and knocked off the headlight of a car parked by the roadside leading to the garage. I was terrified. I wanted to run, but my conscience wouldn’t let me. So I stood there for 30 minutes, waiting for the owner.
I didn’t know the owner was praying nearby in the mosque inside the park. When he came, I was still holding the broken side light in my hand. I couldn’t speak.
Instead of listening, the man started beating me. People tried to intervene, but he brought out a pistol and threatened to shoot anyone who came close.
He shoved me into his car and drove straight to the police station. That was when I realized he was a police officer. He ordered his men to put me in a cell. They obeyed.
I spent the whole night there. No food, nothing. The only thing we got was bread that was shared among us in the morning.
Around 10am the next day, one officer asked, “Who is this small boy?”
A woman at the counter replied, “Oga said we should keep him there.”
“Who are you to question oga?”
One week passed. Then two. One month. I kept asking myself: Has this man forgotten me? I tried to talk to the officers on duty. No one listened
I was barely 13yrs. I cried every night, tasting the bitterness of life at such a young age.
After a month, some officers gathered a group of us and took us to court. The court didn’t sit that day. The officer said, “Let’s take them on remand.”
That’s how I ended up in Maiduguri prison. One year passed on remand. I was later drafted to the laundry section.
After two years, I was moved out of Maiduguri. I didn’t even know where until a fellow inmate told me: Bauchi. By then I was 15.
You never know when they’ll transfer you to. One morning they just wake you up, put you in a vehicle, and take you to another state.
From there I was transferred to prisons in the East and West, like someone serving in the force.
My last stop before returning North was Ibadan prison. From there I was taken to Kano State prison. By then I was already 60 years old.
Everyone called me “Baba in the prison” I was well known. But no one believed my story. Behind those walls, people assume everyone is a criminal.
God remembered me at 60. A governor visited the prison near the end of his 8 years in office. As he walked through the yard, his eyes landed on me.
“Baba, come here,” he said. “How old are you, and what brought you here?”
Tears fell. My heart was swollen, bleeding, empty. After 59 years, someone was finally asking what they should have asked many years ago.
“I am 60 years old,” I replied. “I came here when I was 13.”
Everyone shouted, prisoners and officials alike. Even the governor wept.
I told him everything. How it happened. How I was moved from prison to prison. Even the condemned armed robbers in shackles were shivering as they listened.
An investigation started. They found out the officer who put me in that cell was now a king — a respected and powerful monarch.
The governor took me in his car, still in my prison uniform. The warders tried to make me change. The governor said no.
When we entered the palace and our eyes met, the monarch lowered his head.
He turned to the governor and asked, “Will God forgive me? I made an Emir cry.”
Rich people think money is everything. But money is not everything. He took my youth. He took my future. He took my life. I lost contact with my family. No one to trace. I became like an alien who came into the world alone. No mother, no father, no siblings. Though I had them, someone stole my identity.
He stood up, held my shoulder, and said, “I will marry for you. I will build you a house. I will give you everything you want.”
I replied, “I don’t need a house or a wife. My life is prison, and prison is my life. At this age, what life will fit me? Is it kids? Is it a wife?”
He lowered his head.
I told him, “In this life and the next, I will never forgive you.”
One of his guards in a red babariga tried to whip me with a koboko. They held his hand, and he got the insult of his life.
After my last words, I walked out of the palace to wait for the governor outside.
I was granted amnesty. The governor did everything for me. He even opened a provision shop for me.
I'm 78 years old Today I am alive happy birthday to me.
My Message to the World
Never use your position to destroy another person's life. Power without compassion is cruelty. A single careless decision can steal decades that no apology, money or influence can ever return.
Before you judge someone, listen. Before you punish someone, investigate. Before you abuse your authority, remember that one day you too will stand before a Judge who cannot be bribed.
Justice delayed is painful. Justice denied is tragic. But justice stolen from a child is one of the greatest evils a human being can commit.
If this story touches your heart, let it remind you that every person you meet is somebody's child. Treat people with fairness, mercy and humanity, because the wounds caused by injustice can last a lifetime.
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THE MOST EXPENSIVE ADDICTION
The most expensive addiction on earth isn't drugs, alcohol, or gambling; it's approval.
The price of living for other people's opinions is enormous. It can cost you your peace, your savings, your sanity, and even your God-given identity. People spend years buying cars they can't afford, staying in toxic relationships, and making life-altering decisions just to maintain an image or satisfy public expectations.
Look at social media. We've all seen couples who post "perfect" photos every single day, collecting likes and admiration while privately falling apart. Then, one day, every picture disappears without a word. They weren't sharing a healthy relationship; they were using public validation as a bandage for private pain.
So how do you break free from the addiction to approval?
You master radical privacy.
When you remove the need for an audience, you're forced to become honest with yourself. Privacy teaches you to find genuine fulfillment in your progress, even when no one else sees it. It helps you develop quiet confidence and internal pride in your achievements, no matter how small they may seem to the world.
Stop asking for permission to live the life God has already called you to live. Build in silence. Grow in private. Let your results speak louder than your performance, and break free from the need for approval.
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A MUST READ
JAILED AT 13 YEARS AND FREED AT 60 YEARS
I was 13 years old, living in Maiduguri, the state capital of Borno. After school I used to hawk sugar cane for my father,He was a sugarcane farmer.
I still remember how he would hire a wheelbarrow for 20 kobo. We’d arrange the sugarcane on it and push it around the city to sell.
On one fateful day, after school, I was pushing my sugarcane around. The weather was unbearably hot. Anyone who has lived in the North knows how hot Maiduguri can get. I was looking for shade under a tree to rest.
In the process, I accidentally scratched and knocked off the headlight of a car parked by the roadside leading to the garage. I was terrified. I wanted to run, but my conscience wouldn’t let me. So I stood there for 30 minutes, waiting for the owner.
I didn’t know the owner was praying nearby in the mosque inside the park. When he came, I was still holding the broken side light in my hand. I couldn’t speak.
Instead of listening, the man started beating me. People tried to intervene, but he brought out a pistol and threatened to shoot anyone who came close.
He shoved me into his car and drove straight to the police station. That was when I realized he was a police officer. He ordered his men to put me in a cell. They obeyed.
I spent the whole night there. No food, nothing. The only thing we got was bread that was shared among us in the morning.
Around 10am the next day, one officer asked, “Who is this small boy?”
A woman at the counter replied, “Oga said we should keep him there.”
“Who are you to question oga?”
One week passed. Then two. One month. I kept asking myself: Has this man forgotten me? I tried to talk to the officers on duty. No one listened
I was barely 13yrs. I cried every night, tasting the bitterness of life at such a young age.
After a month, some officers gathered a group of us and took us to court. The court didn’t sit that day. The officer said, “Let’s take them on remand.”
That’s how I ended up in Maiduguri prison. One year passed on remand. I was later drafted to the laundry section.
After two years, I was moved out of Maiduguri. I didn’t even know where until a fellow inmate told me: Bauchi. By then I was 15.
You never know when they’ll transfer you to. One morning they just wake you up, put you in a vehicle, and take you to another state.
From there I was transferred to prisons in the East and West, like someone serving in the force.
My last stop before returning North was Ibadan prison. From there I was taken to Kano State prison. By then I was already 60 years old.
Everyone called me “Baba in the prison” I was well known. But no one believed my story. Behind those walls, people assume everyone is a criminal.
God remembered me at 60. A governor visited the prison near the end of his 8 years in office. As he walked through the yard, his eyes landed on me.
“Baba, come here,” he said. “How old are you, and what brought you here?”
Tears fell. My heart was swollen, bleeding, empty. After 59 years, someone was finally asking what they should have asked many years ago.
“I am 60 years old,” I replied. “I came here when I was 13.”
Everyone shouted, prisoners and officials alike. Even the governor wept.
I told him everything. How it happened. How I was moved from prison to prison. Even the condemned armed robbers in shackles were shivering as they listened.
An investigation started. They found out the officer who put me in that cell was now a king — a respected and powerful monarch.
The governor took me in his car, still in my prison uniform. The warders tried to make me change. The governor said no.
When we entered the palace and our eyes met, the monarch lowered his head.
He turned to the governor and asked, “Will God forgive me? I made an Emir cry.”
Rich people think money is everything. But money is not everything. He took my youth. He took my future. He took my life. I lost contact with my family. No one to trace. I became like an alien who came into the world alone. No mother, no father, no siblings. Though I had them, someone stole my identity.
He stood up, held my shoulder, and said, “I will marry for you. I will build you a house. I will give you everything you want.”
I replied, “I don’t need a house or a wife. My life is prison, and prison is my life. At this age, what life will fit me? Is it kids? Is it a wife?”
He lowered his head.
I told him, “In this life and the next, I will never forgive you.”
One of his guards in a red babariga tried to whip me with a koboko. They held his hand, and he got the insult of his life.
After my last words, I walked out of the palace to wait for the governor outside.
I was granted amnesty. The governor did everything for me. He even opened a provision shop for me.
I'm 78 years old Today I am alive happy birthday to me.
My Message to the World
Never use your position to destroy another person's life. Power without compassion is cruelty. A single careless decision can steal decades that no apology, money or influence can ever return.
Before you judge someone, listen. Before you punish someone, investigate. Before you abuse your authority, remember that one day you too will stand before a Judge who cannot be bribed.
Justice delayed is painful. Justice denied is tragic. But justice stolen from a child is one of the greatest evils a human being can commit.
If this story touches your heart, let it remind you that every person you meet is somebody's child. Treat people with fairness, mercy and humanity, because the wounds caused by injustice can last a lifetime.
Please read and enjoy the story and dont come and tell us whether it is Ai or not, i nor ask you...some people edit their stories on Ai so dont go there.....Some people lives have ended or kept on hold cos of the wckedness of others.....I wonder how someone can do this to someone else and sleep at night!!!!
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WEIRD FACTS
---- There's a species of fish named the "slippery dick."
----The right ear is better at hearing speech and the left ear is better at hearing music.
---- A man who could not see or hear was cured after being struck by lightning - It even caused his hair to grow back.
----The Placebo Effect is a phenomenon in which a person experiences a genuine improvement in symptoms after receiving an inactive treatment, simply because they believe the treatment is effective.
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WEIRD FACTS
---- There's a species of fish named the "slippery dick."
----The right ear is better at hearing speech and the left ear is better at hearing music.
---- A man who could not see or hear was cured after being struck by lightning - It even caused his hair to grow back.
----The Placebo Effect is a phenomenon in which a person experiences a genuine improvement in symptoms after receiving an inactive treatment, simply because they believe the treatment is effective.
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Good afternoon everyone!
ReplyDeleteJesus is Lord in my life
We welcome IHN
GOOD AFTERNOON MY SDK FAMILY 🌹
DeleteUna good day o. Na me be the only person wey dey play whoto whoto?
ReplyDeleteSDK clocked in right on time without any hassle today. 👍👍
Quick One
Which statement is grammatically correct between "I am in the queue" and "I am on the queue?"
#ThrowbackThursday
#TacticalThursday
#ThrillingThursday
LOL.
ReplyDeleteSo our 4th daughter, Dr Agnes, came to our family WhatsApp group this morning, that she has a good news, that she is engaged.
Omo see big joy for my heart, with congratulations messages flying up and down, only for her to say it's a joke, cos she wanted to see our reactions first, when she finally gets engaged.
Next thing she do video for her WhatsApp status, say her face after pranking her siblings.
Mtcheeww.
This my younger siblings they give me unlimited Joy.
Mbasi
Una be jolly family. Hahahahaha 😂 😂 😂 thank God I read to last part. I almost type congratulations.
DeleteLol 😂😂 but my mind is telling me that her engagement is around the corner.
DeleteHehehehe 😂😂😂 she’s preparing you guys ahead be that.. i can imagine the excitement when y’all read it
DeleteWe have a wedding to plan 💃💃💃🎉🥰🥰🎊🎊🎊
#Pach 2026 🥳🥳🥳
@Osundi @Aduni pls choose the aso-ebi colors .. thank you
Good afternoon y'all
ReplyDeleteI love the weather here today. Count down to my birthday 💃💃💃💃
In addy to you baby girl 🥰
DeleteYasss 💃💃 22nd we party & groove 🎊
DeleteI enjoyed the story up there..
ReplyDeleteOff to Ido to check something but the journey ehn. Ibadan too big abeg.
Wait oooo, why is the clip at home get missing always? I got a pack at the last SDK's hangout and even bought as another pack but guess what? We have only 6pcs left..ogaooo
Look for a container and always return inside it after use.....i have been using my clips for over three years now except for some that got broken at the top due to sun or some that got worn out and thrown away by me.
DeleteGood day beautiful people 😍
ReplyDeleteAliamdullilahi for journey mercies...
I went to home for vacation and to properly mourn my beloved father
I heard that jail story from somewhere
I hope it's not a true story
It's too sad 😭
Have a great rest of the day
Currently raining and it's cold...shout outs to everyone..
ReplyDeleteDelicious spaghetti for the rescue @stella
Enjoy your day guys
Officially tired of this rain 😭
DeleteI love it o.. actually love raining season to dry..kpele to those who don't like it
DeleteThis year's rain did not come to play at all.
DeleteHope harmattan will not come heavy like this.
Nnukwu, don't be oooo. Na God dey give una showers of blessing
DeleteHola babe 💞
DeletePls send us the rain
Wellcomeee Innnnnnnnn Houseeeee Newssssss
ReplyDeleteI Greetlicious Everybody ooooo ❤️
Hello iya Boys
Hola Chi baby ❣️
Delete@WEIRD FACTS
---- There's a species of fish named the "slippery dick."——- hehehe 🤣🤣🤣🤣 what a name for a fish
----The right ear is better at hearing speech and the left ear is better at hearing music ——— yeah right, I noticed I hear well when talking on phone with my AirPod on the right ear too
---- A man who could not see or hear was cured after being struck by lightning - It even caused his hair to grow back ———- miracle
Choose your company wisely..... 👌🏾
ReplyDeleteYessssssss 💯
DeletePinned
DeleteGood afternoon lovelies 😊
ReplyDeleteAugust break should start already 😭
Spontaneous light food for this evening...
A cup of coffee with mashed avocado onto toasted bread.
Yes o..it will come soon
DeleteThe break has refused to start😂😂😂
DeleteGood afternoon BVs
ReplyDeleteSo much to read.
It is well
Holla 👋
DeleteHow are you doing?
Good afternoon everyone, hope your day is going on well, mine di sharp
ReplyDeleteToday's wired facts 👍
Last memo 📝 on point
Spotenouse evening meal i will make for you SDK is egg source with vegetables and 2 slices of yam.
* Sauce *
DeleteGood afternoon beautiful people
ReplyDeleteSDK 🤣🤣
ReplyDeleteYou no go kee person.
The truth is, people with mouth odor usually do not know. Why that is so, is what I don't understand.
Una good day o!
If we check well, there are many innocent inmates in prison.
ReplyDeleteSure
DeleteGood afternoon,
ReplyDeleteI read that story somewhere and I felt so bad and I thought of so many innocent inmates with no hope and honestly only God will save them.
I willake abacha and scent leaves and anara leaves,plenty crayfish ,and kpomo.
Good afternoon my people.
ReplyDeleteA school posted their waec results and I cannot help but wonder why all the students score same thing in all subjects? All their students got 7 distinction and 2 credits, I'm suspecting exam malpractices .
The weird fact: The blind and deaf man that was cured by lightning must be a miracle.
ReplyDeleteGood afternoon my good people of SDK blog.
ReplyDeleteLovely weather today 😍
ReplyDeleteSdk, you can enjoy quinoa & curry chicken sauce. Been awhile you talked about cooking quinoa 😃
Busy.com today...nice day beautiful people 😘
Omg the story up there is so touching 😩 It is well..
ReplyDeleteFried potato with grilled fish and fruit salad won't be a bad idea for a light evening meal.
Keni nice day ✌️
Hello ihn 🥰
ReplyDeleteGood afternoon everyone and how's the weather today in your area. Mine is nice, mild sun and little breezy because of the rain last night. I love it.
I don't know why people with bad breath like talking inside someone's mouth, I just don't know and it's so disgusting honestly. How can someone brush only teeth and leave tongue when tongue is the real koko. Some brushes comes with tongue scraper sef.
The story about the prisoner jailed at age 13 is so emotional. Look at how the police officer used his power to render someone's life useless. So many people are wasting in prison for just nothing and it is so sad. His parents too didn't try, they should have fought harder or maybe they don't have the means.
Dear Lord, I know few years ago I begged to add small weight and you finally answered me, thank you Lord but right now I'm begging that it's ok😩I'm ok now please God 🙏🏼
The most expensive addiction...the writer wrote the absolute truth 💯
Y'all should enjoy the rest of your day.
E go surely be ✌🏼
Good afternoon SDK and BVs.
ReplyDeleteThat story up there for me really emotional.
ReplyDeleteI'm know there are a lot of similar cases and even innocent people serving jail terms unjustly.
May God deliver us from all ev..il
Good afternoon everyone
ReplyDeleteHowz the go dey go
The story got me teary, na wah
Life eh God show us mercy
Fries usually come in handy (It could be potatoes and yam et al) plus water to wash it down.
ReplyDeleteGood afternoon my people, how are you all doing?
ReplyDeleteAbeg ooo, ,marriage no be do or die affair. If your partner isn't treating you right, MOVE on and start a fresh.
Is not easy ,but is better ooo.
One byke guy I know over here was stabbed by his wife. He died before help could come and she ran to the the police station to report herself.
Digging deep now,we found out that the man has been beating the wife for years and his family members know.
The kept saying is husband and wife issues. Infact story long.
But truth is killing him is wrong, now the little kids will suffer 😔.
WE MOVE!!!
It seems some people don't know or they don't see it that brushing the tongue is as important as brushing the teeth, this is what I have been ringing on my eight years old son's 👂, the boy doesn't like to brush his tongue.
ReplyDeleteSo many innocent people are in the prison awaiting trial that will never come, I pray that our government will do better, because how can you have records of inmates to the extent of transferring them from one center to another, but no record of their trials, it's only God that will judge the wicked police officer that put the young boy in prison, stealing his youthful life and part of his adulthood. I'm so pissed off.
Bv God's Favor