Entertainment Page

02/06/2025

I use this pic to teach both my sons and daughter:

To my daughter: if you won’t work hard in life you will end up being used by old men just because of money.
To my son: if you work hard in life, you will attract every type of women all because of money, even in your old age.

21/05/2025

There comes a point in every man’s life where enough is enough—no girlfriend, sneaky links, or side chicks. No distractions. Just you, alone, locked the hell in on your grind. That’s not a suggestion—it’s a necessity. If you can’t sacrifice fleeting pleasures for long-term greatness, then you’re not serious about becoming the man you claim you want to be. This is the phase where real men are made, and if you can’t handle that, step aside.

fans

12/05/2025

They called me for an interview at a filling station few days after submitting my application and while they were interviewing me beside the pump, my classmate drove in "Hi Mercy, how far? You come to buy fuel too?" He asked smiling and staring at the fine car parked beside us and I let out a faded smile nodding my head confusedly.....

When he was about to drive out after they finished filling his tank, he asked why they had not attended to me yet, whether I was having any issues with network or something, since I was seen standing with the manager before he arrived
"Mercy this one you are seeing oga manager, are you having any tough time?
I am asking so that I can pay for you or help sort the issue before leaving" he added and I told him there was no issue as I was seeing the manager for a different purpose, so he left. thank God the manager didn't cast me.

Then when the interview came to an end and manager concluded by saying
"Mercy you can start work tomorrow....
When you come in the morning, first get your letter and uniform with the secretary before coming out for this man to train you on how to use the pump"

I saw a tinted car driving very close to me and I quickly jumped out of the way....
Everybody in the filling station began to yell at such pattern of driving, the manager asked if the driver was drûnk,
Suddenly the driver wined down and shouted "Fear fear Mercy, small choking you don jump almost climb fuel pump" My neighbour's voice echoed as he stepped down from the car

"Mercy howfar you come to buy fuel or shopp?"
He asked and I told him none of that, he then offered to give me a lift home but I declined and he left.

Immediately after manager told me "oya go and get ready to resume early for work tomorrow", I went to the road waiting for bus that would take me home when one of my mom's old time customer from when I was small came along "Oh Mercy you are so big now how are you and how are your parents doing?" She asked and I answered accordingly
"The last time I went to Awi, I was told you are doing well growing academically, I can't wait to start calling you Dr Mercy
But what are you doing at the moment?"
She asked, I turned back, looked at the filling station and looked at her face.....

"Omoh how this woman go feel if I tell her say na this filling station I won the work..."
I just told her I do business and then pretended to be taking a call to avoid more questions

Na that day I believe say world na round place because of filling station work....
Only one day I don see entire Mmuna, what if I come dey work there everyday?

Naso I reach house take call the manager to look for another person for him work o because my own matters dey always dey personal 🤷

Mercy Idu ✍️ 🥰

12/05/2025

😂
I hope one day I will sleep before midnight like normal humans do. Everyday I sleep tomorrow,
even yesterday I slept today.🤪

11/05/2025

Bro-to-Bro

Try dey change location
E get some kind money you no fit see am for your mama house

11/05/2025

This is real

03/05/2025

Just because you have a good father, doesn't mean your mother has a good husband.

03/05/2025

MOTHER ABANDONED HER BABY BY THE RIVERBANK

EPISODE 3

Very early five days later, when she was strong enough to embark on a journey, Oma woke up, cleaned her baby up and breastfed her. She also ate the little food she had in the house.

With the baby securely tied to her back, she gathered her meager belongings - a handful of worn clothes and a small basket. Then, with a deep breath, she set off into the dense forest, her footsteps leading her towards the serene waters of the river.

Each step she took felt heavier than the last as she walked into the forest. When she reached the river, she hesitated, then knelt on the damp earth, wrapped her baby in a wrapper, then placed her in the basket, with some of the baby clothes gifts from the midwife. She stared at the baby for a while and then burst into tears

My little baby, my sweet, innocent child, please, Forgive me. "She paused, biting her lip as fresh tears spill down her cheeks. "I have nothing to give you, my love. No warm bed, no food to fill your tiny belly."

"You deserve a life better than the one I can offer. Maybe someone kind will find you. Maybe they will love you the way I wish I could, without the cruel hands of poverty tearing them apart."

"Please… please understand… If I take you with me, I will only be leading you to suffering. And I—I cannot bear to watch you wither away in my arms."

She pulled a small, carefully wrapped bundle from her dress. She untied it, revealing a single, beautiful bead. The only treasure she possessed.

"This belonged to my mother and it was the only gift she gave me before she died. I have nothing else to give you, my love. Nothing but this. May it be a sign that you were not abandoned, but given away with a heart full of love. I name you Chiwendu, because only God knows what will become of our lives.

She carefully placed the bead on the baby’s neck. With one last, choked sob, she got up, turned and ran as fast as she could, her feet pounding against the forest floor. The cries of her baby faded into the wind. And with each step she took, her soul felt like it was being torn apart.

The baby's cries shattered the quiet morning, her tiny body trembling as she kicked and flailed on the basket. Her wails echoed across the water, carried by the wind.

Suddenly, the river stirred. Gentle ripples spread across the surface, distorting the soft reflection of the rising sun. Slowly, a pair of glowing yellow eyes emerged just above the water, unblinking and focused.

A massive crocodile slid forward, its dark, scaled body moving wildly. Drawn by the helpless cries of the baby, it cut through the water, swimming towards the riverbank where the baby was

The baby’s sobs grew louder, her tiny fists clenching in distress. The crocodile hesitated for a moment, its powerful tail sweeping behind it, then continued, moving closer to the baby.

Then—just as the crocodile lunged at the baby, a loud voice rang out. Stop there!!! The Crocodile stopped in its tracks

From the shadows of the dense forest, a woman emerged, holding a staff. She was middle-aged, her long, graying hair cascading over her shoulders. She lifted her hand and began to speak to the animal in a firm but calm voice.

The words were ancient, commanding and filled with something beyond human understanding. The crocodile let out a deep, guttural growl, its yellow eyes flickering with something almost like recognition.

Then, slowly, it backed away. With one final glance at the baby, it turned and slipped silently into the river, vanishing beneath the rippling surface as if it had never been there.

The woman knelt beside the child, gently lifting her into her arms. She rocked the baby, whispering softly, her voice soothing like a lullaby. "Our ancestors led me to you, little one," she murmured. "You were never meant to be lost. Now, I will become your mother"

The baby stopped crying, curling into the warmth of the stranger’s embrace. The woman cast one last glance at the still water before turning toward the forest.

Without hesitation, she stepped into the trees, carrying the child away as the wind whispered through the leaves. The river remained silent, undisturbed. But the baby’s fate had just been rewritten.

As for Oma, she continued to walked aimlessly, her feet dragging across the damp earth. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her heart was heavier than her weary body.

TO BE CONTINUED…

03/05/2025

MOTHER ABANDONED HER BABY BY THE RIVERBANK

EPISODE 2

She pressed on through the darkness, and spent the night in the open air, when she was tired of walking. First thing in the morning, she continued on her journey.

By noon, she finally reached Anioma, a neighboring village. Anioma was a very small village and it was easy for the villagers to notice the presence of a stranger. However, since Oma could communicate in their local dialect, they let her stay.

In Anioma village, Oma found refuge in an abandoned hut at the edge of the village. she found some abandoned household items in the hut which she cleaned up and began to use. It was a very small hut, but at least it had a roof over her head.

She survived by begging for food in the marketplace. Sometimes, kind strangers gave her food and money. Other times, she worked on people’s farms, earning meagre wage for the hard labour.

She also ran little errands for the wealthy villagers, just to get money to feed herself.

Begging and doing menial jobs here and there was her routine for many months as her pregnancy progressed.

Then, one fateful evening, she had just finished eating and was taking a walk when she felt the first pain of labor. She gasped, holding her stomach, her vision blurring as she fell to the ground.

People gathered around, whispering and pointing. When the women realized that she was in labour, they rushed her to the Village midwife.

Inside the midwife’s small maternity hut, Oma’s labour progressed well and after three hours, she was delivered of a beautiful baby girl

The old midwife known as Mama Nkechi, cleaned the newborn with a clean towel and examined her body for any sign of abnormality but found none.

Then, she placed the baby in her mother’s arms, after wrapping her up in a clean wrapper. Oma stared down at the little face of her daughter.

But, instead of the joy she had heard other mothers speak of after birth, Oma felt only fear, only a deep, suffocating weight pressing against her chest. She could barely hold herself together as tears streamed down her face.

"How am I supposed to care for you?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "I have nothing. I cannot even feed myself most days. How will I feed you?

The midwife sighed. "You are stronger than you think. You have survived so much already. You will find a way." Two days later, the midwife deemed Oma and her child healthy enough for discharge.

As Oma prepared to leave, the midwife packed her a bundle of food and gently used baby clothes, previously belonging to her own granddaughter. "Take this, my dear," she said with a warm smile. "It should help you get by until you're strong enough to work again."

She then turned to her 12-year-old grandson. "Help Oma carry these items back to her hut”. Oma wrapped her baby in the cloth the midwife had given her. She stepped out of the maternity hut, closely followed by the midwife’s grandson

They walked past the village square, Oma keeping her head down to avoid the curious stares of those who had once pitied her. When she reached the hut, she collected the gifts from the boy and thanked him.

Then, she sank onto the mat she had called a bed for months. The baby stirred in her arms, letting out a tiny whimper. Oma rocked her gently, tears slipping down her face as she thought about the cruel reality ahead.

"How will I feed you?" she whispered. "How will I protect you? She had begged for food before, and worked on people’s farms for a token, but with a child strapped to her back, who would hire her? Who would take pity on her now? She wondered.

She thought of going back to her uncle, to beg him but she knew that would be an effort in futility. He would not keep her in his house with her baby. It was considered a disgrace in Umu Oma, for a girl to give birth and remain in her family house.

For hours, she sat there, staring at the tiny face of the baby. The hopelessness grew inside her, until a thought crossed her mind. Leaving the baby somewhere she might be found. Somewhere safe. She decided to take the baby to the very big river, located inside the forest.

Only travelers used the route. Oma herself had used the same route, on her way to Anioma, when her uncle sent her away.

“I will leave my baby there and return to my uncle in Umu Oma. I am too young for this load”, she said to herself, hoping that a wealthy traveler will find her child, take her in and give her the life she couldn’t afford

TO BE CONTINUED…

02/05/2025

MOTHER ABANDONED HER BABY BY THE RIVERBANK

EPISODE 1

Oma, a stunning nineteen-year-old orphan, lived with her uncle, Chief Okonkwo, who had taken her in, after her parents' tragic passing when she was just seven.

Chief Okonkwo was the wealthiest farmer in Umu Oma and he was loved and respected by all the villagers. However, he was a very strict man.

Despite his strict demeanor, Chief Okonkwo showered Oma with love and care, treating her like one of his own children. He had two sons. Oma attended the same missionary primary and secondary school as her cousins, where she excelled academically.

As Oma celebrated completing her final secondary school exams, a life-altering event shook her world, forever changing the course of her destiny. A young tourist from the city, in company of other tourists, visited their Village, Umu Oma, in search of adventure. His name was Michael.

Oma was on her way to the stream, holding a small waterpot and humming softly on that fateful evening when she bumped into Michael taking a walk alone. He smiled lovingly at her and asked if he could walk with her to the stream. Oma agreed without a second thought.

As they walked, Michael told her so many stories about the big cities and how much he enjoyed being in Umu Oma. His smile was as warm as the sun that shone over their village and Oma found herself falling for him.

After that day, they began to meet at the stream almost every day and Micheal began to develop feelings for her. He spoke of love and whispered sweet words that made her heart race. Oma fell for his charm, his promises, and the dreams he painted of a life far away from the dust and poverty of her world.

Three days before Michael and other tourists left Umu Oma, they met again as usual, but this time, it was in the small hut, where Micheal was staying. That evening, they chatted happily. One thing led to the other. They both got carried away and made out. It was Oma’s first time

Although, she felt a little pain, she wished that moment never ended. She felt so safe and secure in his arms. Micheal left three days later but promised to return to the village to see her

Three weeks after that fateful encounter, Oma started experiencing persistent nausea, followed by bouts of vomiting. Her Uncle’s wife, Adamma, noticed Oma's unusual behavior and grew concerned.

After close observation, Adamma's suspicions were confirmed: Oma was pregnant. She reported to her husband and he summoned Oma immediately. Written by Hilda's Forum

"You are a disgrace! How can you get pregnant under my roof? After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you choose to pay me?" Okonkwo roared; his fury uncontainable.

He asked Oma who was responsible for her pregnancy, but Oma refused to utter a word. She simply kept crying. This further angered her uncle

She begged for mercy, for a second chance, but deep down, she knew there was none. Her uncle was a very strict man and even his children feared him.

"Pack your things and get out of my house, since you do not know who got you pregnant" Okonkwo roared, his face dark with anger. Oma gasped, her eyes widening in horror. "Uncle, please... I have nowhere to go!" she cried.

"Then sleep in the streets! I will not house a shameless girl who doesn’t know how to close her legs and now, doesn’t even know who got her pregnant! Go and live with the one who put you in this state" Okonkwo roared. Written by Hilda's Forum

With a fierce glint in his eye, he stormed into his hut, issuing a stern warning that echoed through the compound: "I better not lay eyes on you when I emerge!"

Oma turned to Adamma, who was almost in tears. She felt sorry for Oma, but they both knew that there was nothing she could do to make her husband change his mind.

So, Oma packed her clothes and dragged herself out of the compound with her small bag clutched to her chest. The village was silent, save for the chirping of crickets and the distant hooting of an owl. She walked aimlessly, tears blurring her vision, each step filled with uncertainty.

She thought of her mother, how she would have held her close, wiped away her tears, and whispered that everything would be alright. But there was no one to do that now. She was alone.

As she wandered through the darkened paths, a single question burned in her mind: Where would she go? She had no destination, no plan, only the urgency to keep moving forward.

TO BE CONTINUED…

02/05/2025

Is the audacity for me? 😂😂

30/04/2025