A lady rents a new shop and discovered that a particular tile was different from the rest,after cleaning the new rented shop she is still not satisfied, she decided to call someone to help her open up the place and what they saw was a small pot buried inside in that particular spot of tiles she had always suspected. Please let’s all be very careful and observant when renting a room/shops, things are happening ooh. Always pay attention to your surroundings

Check this makeup transformation..🤭❣️😊... So lovely 😘😯

💔 "If We Must Ban the Cane, Then Let Discipline Never Be Suspended." In as much as we’ve suspended the use of cane or corporal punishm€nt in schools today… Let us never suspend discipline. Let us never suspend consequences. Because in many schools, especially the so-called “big” schools, students now roam with unchecked arrogance — free to insuIT, m0ck, and buIIy both teachers and their fellow students… with nothing more than a warning as punishm€nt. I once taught in one of those prestigious schools in Anambra State — beautifully built, well-furnished, and very popular. But beneath the polished walls… discipline was d€ad. In that school, students were “never to be punish€d.” No flogg!ng. No firm consequence. Only “dialogue and caution.” And many students… took advantage of that. I was the form teacher of JSS 3. Among my students was a boy I genuinely liked. He was funny, always full of energy, and somehow became my friend in class. But his constant misbehavior was becoming a probl€m. He would interrupt classes with jokes, throw papers, distract others… And anytime I corrected him, he’d laugh and say: “Sir, you can’t do me anything. If you touch me, I’ll report you — they’ll sack you!” The whole class would burst into laughter. And me? I’d just pause… frozen… A teacher, reduced to a joke. A leader, stripped of authority. And yes — there was nothing I could do. Because in that school, the teacher must swallow every insult. Because “no child must be made to feel bad.” Another time, a different student said to me: “My phone at home is bigger than your own, sir.” Imagine a child — comparing gadgets with his teacher. No fear. No filter. No respect. I don't use the cane — even to this day. But if you must ban the cane, at least make sure your students are well-trained. Let there be structure. Let there be boundaries. Let there be serious disciplinary measures — not just meetings and warnings. Because if you remove the teacher’s cane, and remove his voice too… If you strip him of authority and shield the students from every form of consequence… You are raising m0nsters. Not children. Not every misbehaving child needs fl0gging. But every disrespectful child needs correction. Every buIIy must face consequences. Every school must protect their teachers too — not just their school fees.

She wasn’t mad because he moved on… She was mad because he finally found peace. After years of chaos, arguments, and walking on eggshells for the sake of “the kids,” he decided to stop surviving and start living. She used to say no woman would ever accept him with two kids but this one not only accepts him, she loves the kids like they’re hers. Now the ex stands there, arms folded, watching the man she thought she had control over walk away with a woman who carries herself like a queen and causes no drama. “They need to see what peace looks like too.” And he meant that. Not every man leaves for another woman. Some leave to protect their peace, and the kids too.

400 years old skeleton of a married couple. The wife is still arguing.. I respect this gender 😀😀

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