The Usoz

27/03/2025

Beautiful morning to you all

10/03/2025

Blessed and Beautiful morning to you all my lovelies 💋💕🙏

06/03/2025

Even on the hardest days, when exhaustion sets in and the thought of quitting creeps in, remember this: strength is already within you. Keep pushing, not because it’s easy, but because there’s purpose in your journey. Tap into the light that fuels you—whether it’s faith, passion, or a dream too big to let go. The road may be tough, but you are tougher. Keep shining, keep moving, and never forget that resilience is your superpower.

06/03/2025

06/03/2025

Blessed & beautiful to you all

05/03/2025

Nevèr lend your money to people born in MAY. They MAY or MAY not pay you back. 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♀️

02/03/2025

My name is Chukwudi, a 55-year-old businessman from Anambra State. I was married for 25 years before my wife passed away, leaving me with our only child, Adaeze, who is now 19 and studying at the university. After years of loneliness, I was blessed to find love again—or so I thought.

I met Ifunanya, a beautiful 35-year-old single mother of two, at a restaurant in Enugu where she worked as a waitress. She had this charming smile and a humble demeanor that drew me in. We got to talking, and soon, one thing led to another, and we started a relationship. From the very beginning, I was deeply committed to her. I wanted to take care of her and her children, to provide them with a better life.

I rented a comfortable apartment for her in Independence Layout and furnished it beautifully. I bought her a car, paid her rent, and provided her with money every week. I made sure she and her children never lacked anything. However, she was firm about not allowing me to stay at her place. She said she didn’t want any man around her children until she was sure the relationship was serious. I respected her wishes, even though I was the one footing all the bills.

We spent most of our time together at my house, but she never slept over. No matter how late it got, she would always leave, saying she needed to be with her children. In the four years we were together, I never once set foot inside her apartment. Yet, I remained devoted to her.

My daughter, Adaeze, was never comfortable with the relationship. She felt Ifunanya was using me, but I refused to listen. I was in love and believed I had found happiness again after the loss of my wife.

After four years of this arrangement, I decided it was time to take the relationship to the next level. Her children already knew me, and she claimed to trust me, so I saw no reason why we couldn’t build a home together. I planned a perfect proposal and rehearsed my words repeatedly.

That evening, I took Ifunanya to a high-end restaurant in New Haven. She looked stunning in her red dress, and as I watched her, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I had initially considered making a public proposal but decided to do it privately instead.

As we sat at our table, I got down on one knee, brought out a beautiful ring, and asked her to be my wife.

She looked me straight in the eye and said, “No, you’re too old.”

I was stunned. My heart shattered into pieces. But I quickly picked myself up, sat back down, and forced myself to remain composed. Meanwhile, she continued eating, even ordering more food and dessert, as if nothing had happened.

I was too hurt to speak. After dinner, I quietly drove her back to the… Am I the bad guy here ?

28/02/2025

Breakfast is ready

25/02/2025

🕯️How on earth can I forget that you left us on this very special day ( my birthday) mum … to be with the Lord 🕯️

We love you so so so dearly mum, but God loves you even more … keep resting well Nne m Oma 🕯️

25/02/2025

Happy birthday to me

25/02/2025

Happy birthday to me

22/02/2025

Don’t give up! Keep pushing forward, even if it’s just one small step each day. Stay consistent, stay focused, and watch how things begin to fall into place. Your breakthrough is closer than you think!

17/02/2025

keep pushing guys !!Never give up !

15/02/2025

Shout out to all those who haven't felt good of recent, but still find the courage to face life everyday! Everything will surely be alright..

15/02/2025

Sense Dey dis talk at all ?

10/02/2025

Title: The Price of Loyalty

The sun had barely begun its descent when Baba Tunde found himself in the thick forests of Ijebu-Ode, surrounded by men with hardened faces, their eyes devoid of mercy. His hands trembled as he counted the ransom money—his entire retirement benefit—before handing it to the leader of the gang.

A retired civil servant, Baba Tunde had spent over three decades working tirelessly in the local government office. He had dreamed of using his pension to build a poultry farm, something sustainable to carry him through old age. But fate had other plans. Kidnapped on his way back from the bank, he now knelt before the bandits, praying for his life.

As he handed over the money, he hesitated. “Please,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation, “let me keep one hundred thousand naira. I promised my friend Kunle I would give him something to start a small business.”

The bandits exchanged looks, their interest piqued. Their leader, a scar-faced man called Kazeem, folded his arms. “Who is this friend of yours?”

Baba Tunde hesitated before mentioning the name. The reaction was immediate—Kazeem and his men exchanged knowing glances before bursting into laughter, the kind that sent chills down a man’s spine.

“Old man,” Kazeem said, his voice laced with mockery, “you are a good man. Too good, in fact.”

He gestured to one of his men, who disappeared into the forest. Moments later, he returned, dragging a bound and gagged Kunle into the clearing.

Baba Tunde’s heart dropped. “Kunle? What’s going on?”

Kunle couldn’t meet his eyes.

Kazeem smirked. “This ‘friend’ of yours, Baba, is the one who told us about your retirement benefits. He’s the reason you are here today.”

Baba Tunde’s knees weakened. “No… it can’t be.” He turned to Kunle, searching his face for denial, for some sign that this was all a terrible mistake. But Kunle remained silent, his head bowed in shame.

The betrayal stung deeper than any wound. Baba Tunde had known Kunle since they were young boys running around Oke Aje Market. They had shared meals, hardships, and dreams of better days. He had trusted him like a brother.

Kazeem tossed a gun at Baba Tunde’s feet. “If you want justice, take it.”

Baba Tunde recoiled. “I cannot.”

Kazeem chuckled, picking up the gun and pressing it into Kunle’s hands instead. “Then let’s see if your friend feels the same.”

Without hesitation, Kunle raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

Click.

An empty chamber.

The bandits roared with laughter. Baba Tunde gasped, his stomach twisting in horror.

Kazeem snatched the gun away. “A man who would betray his friend will always choose himself first.” Without another word, he turned and shot Kunle point-blank. The forest went silent except for the rustling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

Kazeem wiped the gun clean and tossed Baba Tunde his bag of money. “Go home, old man. And be careful who you call your friend.”

Baba Tunde clutched the bag, his hands shaking. He walked away from the clearing, his steps heavy with sorrow. The money felt different in his hands now—like a weight, like a lesson paid for in blood.

As he reached the edge of the forest, the words of his late father echoed in his mind: “White teeth do not mean a white heart.”

And that day, Baba Tunde truly understood.

Have a blessed Monday my lovelies .