My colleague has a habit of picking her nose. Anytime you see her, she’s either picking her nose or doing something with her fingers. Everyone in the office has noticed. We have a tradition in my office called Chow Friday. Every Friday, one person volunteers to buy pizza, small chops or whatever they like for everyone in the department. Last Friday was the turn of this particular colleague who always picks her nose. She bought pizza, and the moment it was delivered, she opened the box and started touching the slices. She even said she was looking for the biggest one. After picking her preferred slice, she dropped the box on the table and said, “You guys can come and take your own o.” Nobody moved. For over 30 minutes, nobody touched the pizza. She eventually started asking what was going on and why nobody wanted to eat. Everyone kept saying they had already eaten. One of my colleagues finally decided to speak up. She told her that the reason she wasn’t eating was that she had just watched her put the same fingers she uses to pick her nose inside the pizza box. The next thing I heard was everyone agreeing. “Even me, I can’t eat it.” Instead of apologising, this girl started shouting, “Noooo! What do you mean I pick my nose? I don’t!” 😂 I couldn’t believe she genuinely didn’t know she had that habit. It’s almost like she’s not conscious of it. One of my colleagues then told her that we were only correcting her and she should take it in good faith. This girl simply carried the pizza box to her seat and finished everything. 😭 She then said, “I’ll suffer and use my money to buy things, and you people will be deciding for me.” To make matters worse, another colleague bought drinks later and deliberately didn’t include her. She was so angry that, immediately it was 5 p.m., she carried her bag and left. It’s been a week now, and she no longer smiles or gists with us the way she used to. The truth is always bitter. 😂

My friend’s husband has been supervising his church’s advertising projects in Port Harcourt for years. From billboards to flyers and other marketing materials, he worked with the company responsible for the designs. This was actually his line of work. The church provided a two-bedroom flat for him and his family, so he hadn’t paid rent in over four years. One day, he had an idea. What if he handled the church’s advertising projects through his own company and charged them less than the company they were using? He approached the church board and told them he had found a company that could do the job at a lower cost. The board was excited and agreed to give the company a tria He approached the church board and told them he had found a company that could do the job at a lower cost. The board was excited and agreed to give the company a trial. After the first project, they were impressed with the quality of the work and awarded his company a one-year contract. Within that year, my friend’s husband started building his own house and bought a car for his wife. Then things took a different turn. One of his closest friends in the church, someone he worked with in the same department, approached him and begged him to show him the way.

This Nigerian woman serving in the U.S. Army is publicly appealing to President Trump over the visa denial of her 10-year-old daughter, who has been separated from her for years and is currently critically ill in Nigeria. But honestly, it makes me wonder: what is the benefit of serving in the U.S. Army if you can’t even bring your own child over to the U.S. when she needs you most? 💔