We’re not kids anymore. Now my mom tells me her problems, and I hide mine so she doesn’t have to worry. 💔

The different is clear one is for Android while the second is for iphone

😳 This girl scratched her face... and a giant monster in Korea did the same

Happy Sunday beautiful people Go to church, pray, eat Sunday rice Prepare for work tomorrow

E get the kind things wey you go don do for love you fit ever talk am outside, people go look you like say you dey craze.

Some of you that fuvk up till 3 am this morning will be going to church and holding mic to sing, y’all have forgotten to remember the sabbath day and keep it holy. God is watching you ooo.

Man to Man, if your female bestie open her kponmo please do not enter 🙏 Good morning 🌞

Do good and good will always come back to you. Oluwanishola-2026

First time in EAST I Dey enjoy am ❤️❤️❤️

The way I Dey live my life ,you go think say I no get problem Omo

Can you accept this for breakfast 😋

Okan mi a bale. Oju oni timi. Ara o ni nimi. Maa ri batiste, maa ri ona gbegba. Labe boti wu ko ri asiri mi o ni tu. Even in saturated market, God will make room for me. Amen!!! 🙏 Good morning friends of Loseyi 💫 And Happy Second Sunday ❤️

No MAN born of a woman can stop Pooja 🔥🔥🔥 THE MOVING MAN. LET'S COOK 💪 #FIFAWorldCupWithPooja

All man’s dreams 🥰🥰🥰 this is beautiful to watch.

Were you there???? On Sunday like this some 2 decades ago. year 2005 This are programs we listen to then After church. 2pm - Nkan Be on Galaxy 3pm - Bayowa Special 6pm- This Life on AIT 7pm - Fuji House of Commotion 8pm - Who wants to be a Millionaire 8:30pm - Papa Ajasco 10pm- Labe Orun on Mitv. Such a simple life

Next time you should ask me how is family doing or better still you say sir extend my greetings to the family.

📍 Atlanta 🇺🇸 🚨 Pooja enters the US to cover his 2nd World Cup coverage as Twitter goes wild. Time to cook, trigger emotions & fuel conversations through EXCLUSIVE contents. 🔥🔥 #FIFAWorldCupWithPooja

Very beautiful

ORE O SUNWON LAAYE,OJO A BA KU LA D'ERE* The snake bit the hen, and with the poison burning in her body, she sought refuge in her henhouse. But the other hens preferred to expel her so that the poison would not spread. The hen limped away, crying in pain. Not because of the bite, but because of the abandonment and disdain of her own family at the time when she needed them most. And so she left... burning with fever, dragging one of her legs, vulnerable to the cold nights. With each step, a tear fell. The hens in the henhouse watched her go away, watching her disappear on the horizon. Some said to each other: — Let her go... She will die far from us. And when the hen finally vanished into the immensity of the horizon, they were all sure that she had died. Some even looked at the sky, hoping to see vultures flying. Time passed. Much later, a hummingbird came to the henhouse and announced: — Your sister is alive! She lives in a cave far away from here. She recovered, but lost a leg from the snake bite. She has trouble finding food and needs your help. There was silence. Then the excuses began: I can't go, I'm laying eggs... I can't go, I'm looking for corn... I can't go, I have to take care of my chicks... So, one by one, they all rejected the request. The hummingbird returned to the cave without help. Time passed again. Much later, the hummingbird returned, but this time with painful news: — Your sister has passed away... She died alone in the cave... There is no one to bury her or mourn her. At that moment, a weight fell on everyone. A deep lament filled the henhouse. Those who were laying eggs stopped. Those who were looking for corn left the seeds behind. Those who were caring for chicks forgot about them for a moment. Regret hurt more than any poison. Why didn't we go before?, they asked themselves. And without measuring the distance or the effort, they all set off for the cave, crying and lamenting. Now they had a reason to see her, but it was too late. When they got to the cave, they didn't find the hen... They only found a letter that said: "In life, many times people don't cross the street to help you when you're alive, but they cross the world to bury you when you die. And most of the tears at funerals are not from pain, but from remorse and regret. Copied. ✍️