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11/10/2025

lightning and electricity are two sides of the same wild power both born from charged particles moving fast through the air or metal lightning is nature showing off creating massive electric discharges during storms that can light up the sky for miles it’s raw untamed energy that hits with enough force to start fires or split trees while electricity is the human version controlled and channeled through wires to light homes charge phones and power cities

the difference between lightning and electricity lies in control lightning happens when the atmosphere builds up more electrical energy than it can handle and it suddenly releases it while electricity in wires flows in a steady controlled way to keep things safe both are part of the same natural force though lightning reminds us how small humans really are against nature and electricity shows how far we’ve come by learning to tame it

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Amen???🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽😂

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No way😧😧🐟

11/10/2025

There’s nothing I miss more than my old smile😭😭

If someone had told me that one day I’d have to fight to recognize the person in the mirror, I wouldn’t have believed them. Back then, my smile came so easily it was the one thing that felt unshakable, no matter what life threw my way.

But life has a way of changing everything in an instant.

The day of the accident, I lost more than skin and comfort I lost pieces of myself I never thought I’d have to rebuild. Suddenly, the reflection that used to make me feel alive became a stranger I avoided. I mourned the person I was before her laughter, her confidence, her light.

And for a long time, I thought that was it that joy had ended there.

But healing isn’t just about scars fading. It’s about remembering that you are still here. Still worthy. Still capable of love, softness, and purpose.

These days, I’m learning how to love this version of me — the one that survived the fire, the pain, the silence. The one who wakes up and still chooses to try. Journaling has been my safe place through it all the pages hold my pain, my progress, and my prayers. Every word reminds me that my story didn’t end that day… it just changed shape.

If you’re walking through grief, healing, or change know this: you don’t have to be who you were before. You can love who you are now. 💛

My Living on Purpose Journal was born from this journey and maybe, it can help you find your light again too.

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11/10/2025

It was a very hot afternoon when Mr. Koffi walked slowly into the police station.
His arm was wrapped in a dirty bandage, and his wife followed behind him, looking tired and sad.

“Officer,” Koffi said weakly, “armed robbers attacked us last night. They shot me, took all my money, and even my wife’s jewelry.”

The police officer looked at him for a long time, then said calmly, “Hmm… that’s a serious crime.”
He paused, then asked, “You said they took all your money?”

“Yes, sir,” Koffi replied. “Every last coin.”

The officer sighed and looked disappointed — but not because of the robbery.
He said, “Ah… that’s a big problem.”

Koffi’s wife frowned. “Why, officer?”

The officer leaned back in his chair and said quietly, “Because without money, we can’t investigate.”

The room fell silent. Even the fan stopped making noise.
Koffi looked shocked. “But isn’t it your job to catch criminals?”

The officer smiled. “My job, yes. But my effort needs motivation.”

Tears filled Mrs. Koffi’s eyes. “So, you mean the robbers took our money… and now you’re asking for money too?”

The officer shrugged. “Madam, that’s how things work here.”

Koffi lowered his head. His wound was still bleeding, but what hurt most was not his arm it was the truth.
In that moment, he realized something painful:
Even justice had a price.

He and his wife walked out of the station slowly, holding each other for comfort.
They had lost everything — their money, their peace, and their faith in the system.

Outside, the sun was burning hot, but Koffi felt cold inside.
He looked at his wife and whispered, “We’re on our own.”

And she nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Because in that country, the poor bled twice first from the wounds the robbers gave them, and then from the ones society refused to heal. 💔

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11/10/2025

A CALL TO ALL PARENTS!!!😭😭😭😭

My daughter is six years old and is in grade one. We live about a kilometer away from school so everyday okada man whom we are familiar with takes her to school and returns her home in the afternoon because both my husband and I are working and we leave home early, just after she goes to school.
One day, when I was at work, I received a call from her class teacher requesting me to avail myself there as soon as possible.

“What happened to Angel?” I questioned anxiously.

“Nothing to panic about, just make sure you come before we break up for the day.”
Of course, I panicked. This had to do with my daughter, and I was worried sick about her. I immediately excused myself from work and hurriedly took the first transport available. I burst into the classroom, panting and sweating.

“Mama Angel,” the teacher started. “We will talk about this privately.” She led the way to an empty office, and I followed meekly.
“Do you see your child off when she comes to school?” Was her first question.
I didn’t know where this was leading to, so I just replied with a short “Yes.”

“What time does she leave home?”
“She gets picked up a bit early because I have to rush to work. So around 7:00 to 7:15 a.m.
“How does she behave then?”
“She behaves normally.”

“I want you to brace yourself with what I’m about to tell you.

Are you ready?”

Did I really have a choice? I just nodded.

“Angel arrives here around 8:30 every day,” she started calmly. “For some time, she has been coming to school in tears every morning. First, I thought it was because she didn’t want to come to school. Several times, I asked her what the matter was, but she didn’t give me a reply. Today when she arrived she was crying as usual so I took her aside, gave her some sweets and promised her some more tomorrow.

Then I asked her in a very friendly tone why she cries every day and the answer shocked me.”
She took a breath while looking at me, and the anxiety almost killed me.

“Mama Angel,” she continued with caution. “The bike rider man has been råpịng your daughter every morning for some time now.”

“What!” I almost fainted. I surely would have fallen down if I had been standing. For God’s sake, Angel was only six! How heartless can some men be?
“Every day after picking her and before coming here, he would take Angel to his house, råpę her, and threaten to kịľl her if she ever tried to tell anyone. Then he’d bring her to school.”

I felt dizzy. Why? Why my little Angel? I was sweating. My whole body was shaking.
“Should I call your husband?”
“No!” I shouted. He might do anything.

Patience was something alien to him. I had to find a way of breaking the news to him. After a while, I decided to call his sister. Together, we could try to talk to him.

The news shattered my husband. He cried uncontrollably. Then he got so furious that he swore he would strangle him, but we told him not to take matters into his own hands and just leave the law to do its work. We reported the matter to the police. We gave them the details of the boda boda man. They caught and took him in. We took Angel to the hospital after getting a p3 form from the police.

He was found guilty of räpịng our little girl a multiple number of times and was sentenced to a twenty year jail term.

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11/10/2025

It almost went well 😂😂

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10/10/2025

Women Are Incapable Of Being Happy?🤔🤔🤔

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