Joshibra Inspires

In the 2023 Abia State governorship election, Prof Nnenna Oti refused to accept billions of Naira that were promised to her and insisted that the votes of Ndi Abia must count exactly as they voted. It was a bold move and because of her courage, Abia State was liberated from the hands of people who believed Chicken Republic and Domino's Pizza are dividends of democracy.

The new bus terminal in the state capital has been named after her, and she deserves it. Let others look at the transformation taking place in Abia and ensure no politician uses them to deny the will of the people.

Across Nigeria, we deserve to live life because right now, it is not life that we are living in Nigeria.



®️Martin Beck Nworah

God is presently present to present your presence as far you are in his presence 🙏🙏💘
~~Dr Paul Enenche

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“I pretended to be asleep… on the bed… just to test my son’s loyalty.
Today, I live with the shame of that night.” 💔

CHAPTER THREE 🌷🌷🌷

Even though he is my son… I can no longer concentrate.
My thoughts are not pure anymore.
And that realization terrifies me.
I avoid his eyes now.
I avoid sitting too close.
I avoid staying alone in the same silence with him.
What is wrong with me?
How did my heart become this confused?
He is my child. My flesh. My b100d.
Yet my mind feels like it is betraying me.
The guilt is heavier than a stone on my chest.
Every time he says, “Mom,” my heart shakes.
Not because of love alone…
But because I am afraid of the thoughts fighting inside me.
So when Daniel came back from work that evening…
I had already made a decision.
A decision that would change everything.

When he got home, I locked the door and faced my son.
“Daniel, people are talking.”
“Let them talk.”
“They think—”
“I don’t care what they think!” he shouted.
Silence filled the room.
His breathing slowed.
Then he looked at me… not like a son.
But like a man afraid of losing something he loved too much.
Tears filled my eyes.
“Daniel… I am your mother.”
His jaw clenched.
“I know.”
“But you have to let me be just that.”
For the first time since he was a baby, he stepped away from me.
He moved his mattress to the sitting room that night.
I cried quietly on my bed, staring at the empty space beside me.
Weeks passed.
The house became colder.
We spoke less.
The laughter we once shared disappeared.
One evening, Daniel sat beside me, his voice low.
“I don’t know when it changed,” he confessed. “I just know I can’t stand the thought of anyone taking you away.”
I cupped his face in my hands.
“You don’t own me,” I said softly. “And I don’t belong to you. I am your mother. That is sacred. Don’t let the world twist it into something dirty.”
Tears slid down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Mama.”
Healing didn’t happen overnight.
He started spending more time with friends.
I encouraged him to focus on school.
Slowly, the air between us became lighter.
The whispers in the neighborhood faded.
One afternoon, I watched him walk down the street with a girl his age.
He laughed freely.
Not the tense, protective laugh he used to force.
A real one.
And in that moment, I understood something painful but necessary:
Love can become unhealthy when it is the only thing two people have.
I had made my son my entire world.
And he had done the same with me.
But a child is not meant to carry a mother’s loneliness.
And a mother must know when to loosen her grip.
Daniel still hugs me when he comes home.
He still calls me his queen.
But now, there is space.
Healthy space.
Sacred boundaries.
People no longer look at us with suspicion.
They look at us and see what we truly are:
A mother and her son.
Not perfect.
Not without mistakes.
But healed.
And sometimes, love is not about holding tighter.
It is about knowing when to let go… just enough.

THE END..... Thanks for reading,

Ogun has most universities in Nigeria (2026)

1. Ogun: 24
2. ⁠Abuja: 19
3. ⁠⁠Delta: 14
4. ⁠Kwara: 14
5. ⁠Osun: 14
6. ⁠Lagos: 14
7. ⁠Kano: 13
8. ⁠Oyo: 13
9. ⁠Enugu: 11
10. ⁠Edo: 10
11. ⁠Imo: 10
12. ⁠Ondo: 10
13. ⁠Kaduna: 10
14. ⁠Anambra: 9
15. ⁠Niger: 9
16. ⁠Abia: 8
17. ⁠Akwa Ibom: 8
18. ⁠Cross River: 7⁠
19. ⁠Ekiti: 7
20. ⁠Rivers 7
21. ⁠Sokoto: 6
22. ⁠Bayelsa: 6
23. ⁠Kogi: 6
24. ⁠Nasarawa: 6
25. ⁠Ebonyi: 6
26. ⁠Katsina: 5
27. ⁠Plateau: 5
28. ⁠Benue: 5
29. ⁠Gombe: 4
30. ⁠Zamfara: 4
31. ⁠Kebbi: 4
32. ⁠Borno: 4
33. ⁠Jigawa: 4
34. ⁠Taraba: 4
35. ⁠Adamawa: 4
36. ⁠Bauchi: 3
37. ⁠Yobe: 2

Total: 309

Keffi OR GBOKO

The mic is your power use it well.

Not everyone is given a voice,
and not every voice is meant to be noise.
When the mic is in your hand,

you are shaping minds, stirring hearts,
and planting seeds that may outlive you.

Speak life, not ego.
Truth, not trends.
Purpose, not pressure.
The mic can heal.
The mic can break.
The mic can build nations or destroy futures.

So before you speak, ask yourself

Is this adding value
Is this lifting someone
Is this aligned with truth and love?

Because once words leave your mouth,
you can’t call them back.

The mic is your power
use it wisely. 🎤✨

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