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THE SURVIVAL is one of tragedy story with a good ending. Samson and Favour later got married and gave birth to a child- peace.
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Set in a quiet place in Nigeria, Jos during the administration of plateau's former president, Joshua Dariye, this riveting debut is a story of recovery, atonement, and the continuing quest for peace and justice in a nation plagued by conflict and inequalities since its founding by freed American slaves. Life in war-torn Plateau is not easy, and it is especially challenging for Simi, a young woman who counsels traumatized survivors of plateau's civil war while struggling silently with memories of her own war-time experiences. When the warlord who once held her in captivity suddenly appears in town, she decides that for her own healing, and for the voiceless victims of the war, she must bring him to justice for his past atrocities. In her pursuit of Commander,who is now Mr Jeff, Favour finds much more than she bargained for, including the courage to finally confront and make amends for her own painful war-time secret. traumatized survivors of Plateau's civil war while struggling silently with memories of her own war-time experiences. When the warlord who once held her in finds much more than she bargained for, including the courage to finally confront and make amends for her own painful war-time secret.
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Son of the Soil who fought for their countrys.
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> What makes a person risk everything for their country?> In "The Patriots", we journey across continents to uncover the lives of 10 fearless nationalists from every nation — from Nigeria's Nnamdi Azikiwe and Obafemi Awolowo to Ghana's Kwame Nkrumah, India's Mahatma Gandhi, South Africa's Nelson Mandela, and America's Martin Luther King Jr.> This is not just history. It is a story of sacrifice, courage, betrayal, love for the motherland, and the price they paid for freedom. Each chapter reveals one nationalist, their background, their fight, and the legacy they left behind.> If you love inspiring true stories about leadership, patriotism, and people who changed the world, this book is for you.> New countries added weekly. Which country should I write next?
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NIGERIA WE HAIL THEE
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NIGERIA WE HAIL THEEI thought corruption lived in Abuja. In big buildings with big AC.I was wrong. It lives in my street.It lives in the small office where my file refused to move for one month because I did not "drop something." It lives in the job interview where the man with slippers got the job because his uncle is the director. It lives in the N450 Million road signboard with no road, only stones.This is not a story about politicians on TV. This is my story.I went to get one stamp — they made me come 5 times. I went to get a job with Second Class Upper — they gave it to who knows who. I took my mother to a public hospital — the doctor was in his private clinic selling the free drugs.I saw favoritism in school, where the child who never came to class was promoted because his mother gives the principal free food.I saw nepotism where ten bags of rice for the community rotated inside one family — chairman, his brother, his sister, his son.I tried to report. They gave me a list that would take one year to complete.This book is not fiction. It is what every Nigerian youth sees every day — the embezzlement, the favoritism, the nepotism that kills merit and steals our hope.They did not just embezzle money. They embezzled our belief.If you have ever queued for hours and heard "come next week," if you have ever been told "bring your uncle," if you have ever clapped for a thief because he is your tribe — this story is for you.*#corruption #Nigeria #nepotism #trueStory #government #injustice #youth #realLife #politics #NigerianStory*I wrote this because if we all keep quiet and say "that is how Nigeria is," that is how Nigeria will remain.Read, comment, and tell me your own experience.
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Why Does The Law Favours Women - My Husband Lost Everything
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He built everything from nothing. A house, a business, a family.Emeka, a hardworking man from Port Harcourt, gave his wife Sandra his all. But when Sandra found a richer man, she played the victim.One slap, one lie, one report to the police - and Emeka lost it all. The house he built with his sweat, his children, his freedom. The law listened to her tears, but never asked for his side of the story.Why does the law automatically believe the woman? Why is a man guilty until proven innocent in his own home?This is not just Emeka's story. This is the story of many silent men who cry alone, whose pain no one sees.A story of betrayal, injustice, pain and finally... a fight for redemption.Will Emeka get justice? Or will he lose himself trying?Read to find out. TITLE: WHY THE LAW BELONGS TO WOMEN Main Characters: 1. Emeka - A hardworking Okada rider / bricklayer from Port Harcourt 2. Sandra - His wife, beautiful but cunning 3. Barr. Uche - The female lawyer 4. Mama Emeka - Emeka's mother STORYLINE: Emeka suffered for 7 years to build a small 2-bedroom house and buy a Keke. He married Sandra when she had nothing. After 2 children, Sandra met a Yahoo boy in GRA. She started disrespecting Emeka. One night, she slapped Emeka and he pushed her hand away. She fell. The next morning, police came. Sandra went to the "Ministry of Women Affairs" and reported "My husband wants to kill me. He beats me every day." Nobody asked Emeka what happened. The law just believed her because she cried. Emeka was locked up for 3 days. To bail himself, he spent N150,000. When the case went to court, the female magistrate told Emeka: "Woman is always the victim. Are you not a man? You should have controlled yourself." Emeka lost his house. The court said the house must stay for the children and the mother. Sandra brought her new boyfriend into the same house Emeka built. Emeka went back to his mother's village with nothing. THE MESSAGE OF THE STORY: The story will ask the big question: 1. Why does the law listen to a woman's tears but not a man's evidence? 2. Why is a man called "weak" when he reports that his wife beats him, but a woman is called "brave" when she reports? 3. Why does "Child Custody" automatically go to the woman, even if the man is more responsible? At the end, Emeka will stand up and start an NGO called "Justice For Men Too" to help men who are falsely accused and broken by the system.
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The Regret-My $200 forex lesson
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AN EXPERIENCE THAT TAUGHT ME A VALUABLE LESSONThere is a popular saying that "experience is the best teacher" but I have come to believe that some experiences are too expensive to be called teachers. My own experience was not in the classroom but at home. It was the day I lost all my savings to Forex trading.It all started one afternoon. I was on my cell phone, scrolling through TikTok videos, when I saw how people were making money through the Forex market. I was like, Wow! "If others are making it, I can also make it too." I encouraged myself. As of that time, I had two hundred dollars, which is approximately three hundred thousand naira. I had this amount in my account. I downloaded the MetaTrader 5 mobile app and immediately created an account. I funded my whole balance into the Forex account.Before I could trade, I wanted to learn something about the Forex market, but I thought going through mentorship was a waste of time and money, a way the pro-traders use to exploit beginners. I decided to watch YouTube videos to see how market structure works and how to make an entry. I saw how pro-traders were making millions of dollars, like MambaFX - the richest Forex trader in the world. This triggered me to start Forex immediately.After watching several videos, I started trading that night. I set a lot size that was much higher so I could get more profit. I did not have any strategy for trading. All that was on my mind was the profit I was going to make. I did not know anything about risk management, lot sizes, or even how to control my emotions when a trade was going against my intention. All I knew was to click buy or sell with the hope that I would start becoming a profitable trader.In the first few days, I made a small profit by luck. Because most times I decided to keep it as a secret until the result would speak for me, I felt like a god, like I had discovered a secret that others were too slow to understand. I increased my lot size to 5.0 (five point zero). Then the market taught me the lesson I refused to learn from anyone else.Within a week, I had lost all the money to trading. Not by lending it to someone to pay back later, but it was all gone. I stared at the zero balance, feeling a mixture of regret and emptiness. I told some of my classmates and they told me, "Shai, you lost your whole savings on something you should have gone for mentorship for." I regretted it, but I later found out it was my fault for not calming down to study the strategies in the Forex market.My trading was based on feelings and the market does not reward feelings. The time I lost the trade, I cried bitterly. Learning from my mistakes was unbearable. The habit of not using stop-loss was one of the reasons my account suffered so much. I did not know that protecting your capital is more important than making a profit. Another mistake was my greed and poor money management, just like Jeffrey Benson always says it is a problem in the Forex market. My failure in the market taught me patience, discipline, and humility.In conclusion, blowing my Forex account was one of the most painful experiences of my life, but it was also one of the most important. I learned that success is not about how fast you start or how smart you are, it is about how well you prepared yourself. The Forex market humbled me. Today, I no longer see that failure as something to be ashamed of. I see the money I lost as the school fees I paid for financial discipline and as a foundation for future success.
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The Three Forbidden Doors: A Story of Deception, Consequences and Redemption
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The Three Forbidden Doors STORY DESCRIPTION Ada left her village as a humble church girl and returned 5 years later as a different person. She brought home a female partner and called it love. Chidi, the village genius who traveled abroad for greener pastures, returned confused about his own identity. And Obinna, a rich businessman, hid a shameful secret with animals that almost cost him his life.Three different people, three forbidden doors, one common end: pain, disease, depression and broken future.This is not a story of hate, but a story of truth, reality and redemption. It exposes the hidden dangers behind modern lifestyles that social media celebrates but never tells you the consequences.Will Ada, Chidi and Obinna find their way back before it is too late? Will tradition, family love and faith save them?Read this eye-opening story based on real life realities in Nigeria and abroad. A must-read for every parent and youth.6. PARTICIPATE:If you see Contest like "Inspirational Story Contest" or "Moral Lesson Contest" - JOIN IT. That story will win.
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The Tattered Husband- My husband vanished abroad and returned home as a bigger to deceive us.
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There lived a man in Ebisam village, not far from Swali in Bayelsa State. His name was Pa Ebikebena, but everybody called him Pa Ebi. Pa Ebi was not a lazy man. He was a hardworking man, but poverty was like a second cloth on his body.His house was a small wooden house with zinc that leaked when rain fell. Inside that house lived his wife, Mama Ebi, whose real name was Favour, and their three children - Weri, who was 12 years old, Ebiere, who was 9 years old, and the last born, Junior, who was just 4 years old.Every morning, Mama Ebi would wake up by 4am to go to Swali market to sell small crayfish and dry fish. Pa Ebi would go to the jetty to push wheelbarrow and carry blocks for builders. At the end of the day, what they got was not enough. Sometimes they ate garri without groundnut in the morning, and in the night, they would drink water and sleep. The children were thin. Their school uniforms were torn.But Pa Ebi was a prayerful man. Every night, after the children had slept, he would go outside, kneel under the mango tree behind their house and pray, "Oh God, show me a way. Show me a way. I am tired of this poverty. My children are hungry."His wife would hear him and cry silently. She loved her husband. She did not know that God was about to answer, but the answer would bring another problem.In December 2019, during Christmas period, Pa Ebi met his old secondary school friend, Collins, who had just returned from Italy. Collins was looking fresh. He wore fine clothes. He drives a car. Pa Ebi was ashamed to even greet him because of his own tattered shirt.Collins looked at him and said, "Ebi, is this you? What happened to you?"Pa Ebi told him everything. How he had no job. How his children were out of school. Collins pitied him. He said, "Ebi, I will help you. I have a man in Italy. He needs people for his factory. If you can find small money for your flight, I will connect you. But listen, don't tell anybody. If you tell your village people, they will spoil it with jealousy. Keep it secret until your visa comes out."Pa Ebi was happy. For the first time in many years, hope entered his heart. He went home but he did not tell his wife. He thought, "If I tell Favour, she will tell her mother, her mother will tell the whole Swali. Let me keep it secret."He started looking for money. He borrowed. He sold the only piece of land his father left for him behind their house for N300,000. He added his savings. He gave everything to Collins.Two months later, Collins called him by 11pm, "Ebi, your visa is ready. You are travelling next week Tuesday. Come to Lagos."Pa Ebi was shaking. He did not tell his wife the truth. On Monday night, he told his wife, "Favour, I want to go to Yenagoa tomorrow to look for block work. I may sleep there two days."Mama Ebi said, "Okay, go well."That was how Pa Ebi left. He did not go to Yenagoa. He went to Lagos. He entered a plane for the first time in his life and left Nigeria. He left the country without his wife knowing. He left his children hungry. He switched off his phone.When Pa Ebi arrived in Naples, Italy, life was hard at first. He slept in a room with six other Africans. He worked in a cold warehouse. But after six months, God began to open doors.His Italian boss liked him because he was hardworking. He was promoted. He was given documents. He started earning 1,800 Euro every month. That was more than N2 million in Nigeria money at that time. Pa Ebi was now rich by village standard.But something changed in his heart. When he was poor, he was humble. Now that money came, he became proud and selfish.He met new friends in Italy. Nigerians who liked to party. They told him, "Don't send money to your wife too much. Women will finish your money. Enjoy your life. You suffered."So instead of sending money to his family in Ebisam, Pa Ebi started helping others outside. He would buy expensive drinks for friends. He would give money to Italian girlfriends. He would send money to his old friends in Lagos to show he has arrived. He would post on Facebook: "God is faithful. I am a cheerful giver."Meanwhile, back home in Ebisam, hell was happening.Mama Ebi waited one week, two weeks. No call. The phone number Pa Ebi gave her was switched off. She went to Yenagoa to look for him. She went to his friends. Nobody knew where he was. People started telling her, "Your husband has run away because of poverty."She cried every day. She could no longer sell fish because she had no capital. She started washing clothes for people in Swali. Her children were sent out of Community Primary School because of N5,000 school fee. She could no longer pay their school fees, and the headmaster sent them home. Weri started carrying loads at Tombia junction, Ebiere hawked sachet water in Swali traffic under hot sun, and little Junior always asked, "Where is Daddy?" It was a friend of Ma Ebi that told her about the husband movement.He repented, cared for hisfamily, found true peace finally.
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