• A woman who was among those kidnapped from Ariko village during their Easter church service has given birth to a child in the bandits' camp. Remember, women, little children, and some men have now been in captivity for 58 days. However, this woman gave birth a week ago. A woman who emerged from the camp after trekking for 3 days in the bush said the birth was difficult because the pregnant woman, like others in the camp, was malnourished.

    According to her, the pregnant woman was ill when labour began, but with the help of other women experienced in traditional birth, they managed to help her give birth. She said the women pooled bits and pieces of their clothes that hadn't been washed since they arrived and wrapped the child.

    When the bandits refused to give them anything sharp to cut the umbilical cord, after about an hour, a woman, out of desperation, used her teeth to cut it. Later, they pleaded for water to clean the child and the mother, but the bandits refused, saying they wouldn't waste water on a child who wouldn't survive. They wanted to go to a nearby stream to wash the child, but the bandit said no.

    They also pleaded with the bandits to release the women so she could go home with the baby, but the bandits refused. The next problem was that the mother's breasts had no milk, as nothing came out because she was so malnourished. A while later, the child began to suck the little that started to come. Hours later, they were still pleading for water to wash the child and the mother when it began to rain.

    The woman said they resorted to wetting a cloth in the rain and using it to wipe the child. She said the child was still alive five days later when she came out, though part of the umbilical cord attached to the navel had not yet fallen off.

    She described acute hunger and pus-filled rashes covering most of their skin, especially the children's. She described little children and the women with heads full of lice. She spoke of how young children in the camp are persuaded to drink large amounts of river water just to fill their bellies and reduce hunger. She spoke of how the bandits will lead women into the bush to forage for leaves, which they boil and eat. She spoke of a time when they went 5 days without anything to eat except boiled leaves and water.

    She spoke of how the men are always chained with bicycle chains. She said that sometimes the bandits lead some men into the bush to pluck mangoes, which are then shared out as meals. She spoke of taking a bath only every 7 or 10 days. She said the bandits would escort women and men, in batches, to bathe in the river and then watch them, especially the women, while they bathe naked.

    She said other sensitive things that can’t be mentioned, but please include them in your prayers.

    A woman who was among those kidnapped from Ariko village during their Easter church service has given birth to a child in the bandits' camp. Remember, women, little children, and some men have now been in captivity for 58 days. However, this woman gave birth a week ago. A woman who emerged from the camp after trekking for 3 days in the bush said the birth was difficult because the pregnant woman, like others in the camp, was malnourished. According to her, the pregnant woman was ill when labour began, but with the help of other women experienced in traditional birth, they managed to help her give birth. She said the women pooled bits and pieces of their clothes that hadn't been washed since they arrived and wrapped the child. When the bandits refused to give them anything sharp to cut the umbilical cord, after about an hour, a woman, out of desperation, used her teeth to cut it. Later, they pleaded for water to clean the child and the mother, but the bandits refused, saying they wouldn't waste water on a child who wouldn't survive. They wanted to go to a nearby stream to wash the child, but the bandit said no. They also pleaded with the bandits to release the women so she could go home with the baby, but the bandits refused. The next problem was that the mother's breasts had no milk, as nothing came out because she was so malnourished. A while later, the child began to suck the little that started to come. Hours later, they were still pleading for water to wash the child and the mother when it began to rain. The woman said they resorted to wetting a cloth in the rain and using it to wipe the child. She said the child was still alive five days later when she came out, though part of the umbilical cord attached to the navel had not yet fallen off. She described acute hunger and pus-filled rashes covering most of their skin, especially the children's. She described little children and the women with heads full of lice. She spoke of how young children in the camp are persuaded to drink large amounts of river water just to fill their bellies and reduce hunger. She spoke of how the bandits will lead women into the bush to forage for leaves, which they boil and eat. She spoke of a time when they went 5 days without anything to eat except boiled leaves and water. She spoke of how the men are always chained with bicycle chains. She said that sometimes the bandits lead some men into the bush to pluck mangoes, which are then shared out as meals. She spoke of taking a bath only every 7 or 10 days. She said the bandits would escort women and men, in batches, to bathe in the river and then watch them, especially the women, while they bathe naked. She said other sensitive things that can’t be mentioned, but please include them in your prayers.
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  • Poor Maid Had A One Night Stand With Her Billionaire Boss To Pay Her Brother's Medical Fees

    The hall was too bright, too polished, too perfect.

    Soft music floated in the air like it had been trained to behave.

    Crystal glasses clinkedked gently.

    Expensive perfume mixed with the smell of grilled meat and wine.

    Every table looked like money sat there first before people arrived.

    And yet, the real reason everyone came was not the food.

    It was Lawrence Admi.

    He walked in without rushing, without smiling, without trying to impress anybody, because he never had to.

    He was 27, tall and well-built, with a clean, disciplined look that made people straighten up without knowing why.

    His face was handsome in a calm, dangerous way.

    No loud charm, no playful warmth, just quiet control.

    The kind of man who could sit in a room and make it feel like he owned the air.

    People rose almost immediately.

    Not because someone told them to, because that was what you did when Lawrence entered.

    Two years away, they said.

    Two years of staying out of sight, out of reach, out of gossip.

    Now he was back, and the room wanted to be the first to remind him that it still remembered his name.

    A friend with a loud laugh raised his glass.

    "Everybody," the man announced.

    "Let's welcome our own Lawrence Admy.

    He came back today.

    Let's toast.

    Chairs scraped, glasses lifted.

    To Lawrence.

    To the man who disappears and returns like he never left.

    Lawrence gave a small nod.

    Nothing more.

    His eyes moved over faces the way a blade moves over fabric.

    Clean, quick, and cutting through to the truth underneath.

    Another man leaned closer, grinning as if they were still boys.

    "How have you been these two years?" he asked loudly, hoping to make everyone laugh.

    We heard where you went.

    No women around you at all.

    Are you not going mad? A ripple of laughter swept the hall.

    Someone else joined in.

    The kind of person who enjoyed talking too much because it made him feel important.

    Lawrence doesn't need women, he said with a mock, serious tone.

    He's the most aloof man in the whole city.

    The most unattainable.

    Tell me.

    What kind of woman can even catch his eye? More laughter, more teasing.

    Lawrence did not laugh.

    He did not defend himself.

    He didn't even look offended.

    He simply took a sip of his drink as if their words were background noise, like the music...
    Poor Maid Had A One Night Stand With Her Billionaire Boss To Pay Her Brother's Medical Fees The hall was too bright, too polished, too perfect. Soft music floated in the air like it had been trained to behave. Crystal glasses clinkedked gently. Expensive perfume mixed with the smell of grilled meat and wine. Every table looked like money sat there first before people arrived. And yet, the real reason everyone came was not the food. It was Lawrence Admi. He walked in without rushing, without smiling, without trying to impress anybody, because he never had to. He was 27, tall and well-built, with a clean, disciplined look that made people straighten up without knowing why. His face was handsome in a calm, dangerous way. No loud charm, no playful warmth, just quiet control. The kind of man who could sit in a room and make it feel like he owned the air. People rose almost immediately. Not because someone told them to, because that was what you did when Lawrence entered. Two years away, they said. Two years of staying out of sight, out of reach, out of gossip. Now he was back, and the room wanted to be the first to remind him that it still remembered his name. A friend with a loud laugh raised his glass. "Everybody," the man announced. "Let's welcome our own Lawrence Admy. He came back today. Let's toast. Chairs scraped, glasses lifted. To Lawrence. To the man who disappears and returns like he never left. Lawrence gave a small nod. Nothing more. His eyes moved over faces the way a blade moves over fabric. Clean, quick, and cutting through to the truth underneath. Another man leaned closer, grinning as if they were still boys. "How have you been these two years?" he asked loudly, hoping to make everyone laugh. We heard where you went. No women around you at all. Are you not going mad? A ripple of laughter swept the hall. Someone else joined in. The kind of person who enjoyed talking too much because it made him feel important. Lawrence doesn't need women, he said with a mock, serious tone. He's the most aloof man in the whole city. The most unattainable. Tell me. What kind of woman can even catch his eye? More laughter, more teasing. Lawrence did not laugh. He did not defend himself. He didn't even look offended. He simply took a sip of his drink as if their words were background noise, like the music...
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  • It doesn't matter how fast or slow
    The Main thing is to to follow the right procedure and #arrive
    It doesn't matter how fast or slow The Main thing is to to follow the right procedure and #arrive
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  • ```Life is strange. You arrive with nothing, spend your whole life chasing everything, and still leave with nothing. Make sure your soul gains more than your hands.```
    ```Life is strange. You arrive with nothing, spend your whole life chasing everything, and still leave with nothing. Make sure your soul gains more than your hands.```
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  • 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎! Luka Modrić joins AC Milan as free agent from Real Madrid, all sealed

    Modrić counter signed a one year contract at AC Milan valid until June 2026, arriving after Club World Cup as revealed more than 1 month ago with exclusive story.

    Deal confirmed as Modrić will arrive in August after he said left Real Madrid as the most decorated player
    🚨 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎! Luka Modrić joins AC Milan as free agent from Real Madrid, all sealed ❤️🖤 Modrić counter signed a one year contract at AC Milan valid until June 2026, arriving after Club World Cup as revealed more than 1 month ago with exclusive story. Deal confirmed as Modrić will arrive in August after he said left Real Madrid as the most decorated player 🇭🇷
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  • 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢f𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢f𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭—𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩.

    That quiet alley you're walking through? It may feel narrow, lonely, or endless. But it's leading somewhere. Somewhere brighter.

    Don't wait for the perfect moment. Don’t wait for life to hand you joy, success, or peace. The truth is, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭. You have to move—even if the pace is slow, even if the road is uncertain.

    Let your determination outwalk your doubts. Let your hope outshine your fears.

    Every small effort is a declaration:
    “𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜f 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.”

    Keep going. Beautiful days are not lost—they’re waiting for you to arrive.
    𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢f𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢f𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭—𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩. That quiet alley you're walking through? It may feel narrow, lonely, or endless. But it's leading somewhere. Somewhere brighter. Don't wait for the perfect moment. Don’t wait for life to hand you joy, success, or peace. The truth is, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭. You have to move—even if the pace is slow, even if the road is uncertain. Let your determination outwalk your doubts. Let your hope outshine your fears. Every small effort is a declaration: “𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜f 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.” Keep going. Beautiful days are not lost—they’re waiting for you to arrive.
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