Listen attentively. This is the last time I'll say this.

Here are 3 things that are stopping you from earning money online. They are:

1. Coincidence: There are a lot of online opportunities but they are hiding. You have to search hard before you find them. Sometimes you stumble upon them by luck.

Example this AI course I just got, it was by coincidence. I just opened Tiktok one evening and I saw it. If I didn't open Tiktok I wouldn't have seen it, and it's very cheap.

The two mentors I saw before, I found the first one on Facebook, I found the second one on telegram through two other mentors.

To find opportunity online sometimes might not be easy. The solution to this is to be active. Just be searching online and you'll find something. I can also show you the opportunities I've seen. 👍🏼

2. Price: Another thing stopping you from earning is price. If someone wants to teach you something they'll add a price to it. If you can't pay for it, you'll miss out on the information, and that information could've helped you to make money.

Solution: If you see information you can't afford, just forget it in the meantime time.

Try and get information you can afford. The ones that are cheap, like 2k, 3k or 1k. When you make some money through that one you can upgrade to a higher information.

Or you can also go for free information if you can't afford a paid one or work on something that doesn't require capital to start.

3. Mentality: Your mentality can stop you from making money online. If you believe that everything online is a scam, when you see opportunity you won't go for it. Like that AI course I saw, if I thought it was a scam I wouldn't buy it. I could've passed.

Or if you trust everything you see online you might get scammed.

Solution: Everything online is not a scam. You need to open your mind to opportunities and explore. You also need to know how to take better risks and avoid scams.

If you don't know which opportunity to go for online or how to spot genuine ones, you can learn from people who are already established or you can ask me and I'll guide you. 👍🏼

4. The things you do:

I didn't want to add this last one at first but I just discovered it. When you want to earn money online, you should only do things that make sense.

Don't spend time clicking links or working on task sites, sites that pay you to do tasks. They are many, but when you spend your time on low value activities you will not make good income.

Your income will be too small. Whereas if you spend time working on activities that make sense, you will earn decent income and it can even scale. It can scale to hundreds of thousands of naira or even millions! Yes, millions.

There are so many good opportunities to work on like content creation, video editing, AI and others.

Stop spending time on small activities that don't pay well. Learn those online opportunities that pay well and go into it. You can learn them from me also because I'm also learning.

That's the end of it. According to my research these are the factors that are stopping you from earning online. Maybe I might discover more later but this is what I know now.

If you know or have experienced any other factor I didn't mention or you have had experience with the factors I mentioned, please comment below let's discuss.

The Presidential candidate of the National Democratic Congress NDC, Peter Obi, has responded to calls for him to dump his presidential aspirations and run as Atiku’ Vice Presidential candidate in th 027 presidential election.

Obi was on Arise TV this morning when he was asked if he would ever consider such an offer.

‘’If there is an opportunity, would you step down for Atiku Abubakar as vice president?” he was asked

Responding, Obi said

‘’I am a candidate representing a political party, and Atiku Abubakar is also a candidate representing a political party. Any alliance must be between parties, not between individuals. Atiku will not step down, and neither will I, because both of us have institutional support behind us, and it is only the collective that can come together to create any alliance, not me or Atiku’’

Welcome to September! 

A new month means new customers, new opportunities, and new chances to grow your business. As long as you’re looking to earn more, collect 9JC seamlessly, or reach more customers.

This month, don’t just keep business running, look for every opportunity to grow, sell more, and take your business to the next level. 

Here’s to a September filled with more customers, more sales, and bigger business wins! 

HAPPY NEW MONTH

The wife of Odogwu Asaba has apologised to women who criticised her for publicly defending her husband amid allegations surrounding his alleged affair with another woman.

In a video, she admitted that she had seen the reactions to her earlier comments and acknowledged that many people felt she should not have come out to defend him.

“I want to use this opportunity to apologise to all the women that feel offended because I stood by my husband Udo Kwasaba. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have shown my face,” she said.

She said she questioned whether her husband would have defended her in the same situation, adding that she regretted coming out with her children to defend a man accused of cheating.

She also described herself as a “male-centred woman” and said her decision to defend her husband was partly influenced by her financial dependence on him.

According to her, she has been a housewife without a business or professional skills, while her husband has been responsible for providing for her, their four children and even her parents.

“I was scared. I was scared if he comes out, he's going to reject me,” she said, explaining why she initially chose to stand by him.

However, despite apologising, she made it clear that she still believes her husband and intends to defend him.

She said that although he admitted to being involved with the woman, he denied forcing himself on her, and she said she had never known him to force himself on a woman during their eight years together.

“I believe him 100%. Even if I can't defend it. Even if I can't prove it. I believe him,” she said.

She also pushed back against people telling her to leave her marriage, arguing that her husband is the father of her four children and that, as long as she and her children are safe and cared for, she has no reason to abandon the marriage because of public opinion.

“I am going to fight for the man that made me a mother,” she said.

Part 2: The Librarian Who Catalogued Lies

Mercer secured an exhumation order within the week, the county coroner agreeing to reexamine Cordelia Ashgrove's remains given the mounting suspicious circumstances surrounding her estate.

"Toxicology wasn't standard procedure for her original ***** certificate," Mercer explained, reviewing the initial report with Odalys. "She was eighty-three, after all. Natural causes seemed entirely reasonable at the time."

"But if Bertram was already spending money he shouldn't have had access to," Odalys said, "that suggests he anticipated her ***** well before it actually happened."

The exhumation results arrived nearly two weeks later, confirming exactly what both investigators had begun suspecting trace amounts of a slow-acting poison, undetectable without specifically testing for it, present in Cordelia's remains.

"She was murdered," Mercer said grimly, reviewing the toxicology report. "Slowly, deliberately, over what appears to have been several months."

Odalys felt a chill settle through her chest. "Bertram."

"Almost certainly," Mercer agreed. "Though we'll need considerably more evidence before securing an arrest warrant. Motive and opportunity alone won't properly hold up in court."

They returned to the mysterious second will, examining it more carefully for clues about its authenticity and the elusive Rosalind Fenn. Odalys, drawing on her archival expertise, noticed something the initial review had missed entirely.

"The paper," she said, studying the document under proper magnification. "It's genuinely aged, consistent with the date written on it. If this were a recent forgery, the paper itself would show different aging characteristics."

"So the will is authentic," Mercer said slowly. "Which means Rosalind Fenn was a real, intended beneficiary at some point, even if she's since vanished from all official records."

Odalys continued examining the document, additional details surfacing under careful scrutiny. "There's a partial fingerprint here, in the margin. Whoever handled this most recently before it was hidden."

Mercer's expression sharpened with renewed hope. "That could potentially match Bertram, if he discovered this will and deliberately concealed it rather than properly honoring its terms."

The fingerprint analysis, completed several days later, confirmed exactly that suspicion a partial match to Bertram Ashgrove, placing him definitively in contact with the hidden will at some point before Odalys discovered it herself.

"This gives us considerably more to work with," Mercer said, reviewing the mounting evidence. "Poison in his aunt's system, financial spending inconsistent with his claimed timeline, and now direct evidence he'd discovered and deliberately concealed a will that would have excluded him from inheritance entirely."

"What was his motive for hiding it, specifically?" Odalys asked. "If Rosalind Fenn was the intended beneficiary, why murder his aunt at all, rather than simply destroying the will and waiting for natural inheritance?"

Mercer considered the question thoughtfully. "Perhaps he discovered the will's existence only after already beginning to poison her, unable to properly stop the process once started. Or perhaps," he added grimly, "he needed her dead swiftly, before she had opportunity to properly execute the second will through legal channels."

to be continued... 📜🚨

Part 4 (Final): The Understudy Who Knew Too Many Lines

Edmund's confession, once fully documented, provided Ashworth with sufficient evidence for immediate arrest, the theatre community reeling with shock at discovering Vivienne's ***** hadn't been natural at all, but rather a reckless, desperate act of jealousy gone tragically, fatally wrong.

"I never meant for her to actually die," Edmund insisted repeatedly as officers led him away. "I only wanted her attention, her genuine reaction something beyond the cold indifference she'd shown me since ending our engagement."

Prudence watched the arrest unfold with complicated, bittersweet relief, grateful the mystery had finally reached proper resolution, though profoundly saddened by the senseless tragedy underlying it all.

"You did well," Ashworth told her afterward, genuine respect evident in his tired but satisfied expression. "Without your careful observation that night, this case likely would have remained permanently unsolved, dismissed simply as unfortunate natural causes."

"I'm grateful justice was finally properly served," Prudence said honestly. "Though I confess, I never expected pursuing simple curiosity about a suspicious champagne glass to unfold into something quite this significant."

Over the following weeks, as the theatre slowly recovered from the shocking revelation, Ashworth found himself returning regularly, ostensibly to finalize case details that had long since been properly resolved.

"You don't actually need to keep coming by," Prudence observed one afternoon, amused despite herself, watching him linger near the theatre's stage door with visibly flimsy professional pretense.

"I know," Ashworth admitted, slightly embarrassed. "I suppose I've simply enjoyed our conversations rather more than strict professional necessity requires."

Prudence felt warmth spreading through her chest at his admission. "I've enjoyed them too, if I'm honest."

"Then perhaps," Ashworth said, gathering visible courage, "we might continue them properly. Dinner, perhaps? Without any pretense of ongoing police business."

Prudence smiled warmly. "I'd like that, genuinely."

Their relationship developed steadily over the following months, built on the foundation of trust and mutual respect they'd forged together during the investigation. Prudence, meanwhile, finally received her long-awaited opportunity, formally promoted to leading roles after her understudy years finally, properly concluded.

"Opening night," Ashworth said, presenting her with flowers backstage before her first genuine leading performance, months after Vivienne's case had fully closed. "I confess, I'm rather nervous on your behalf, though I suspect you'll handle it beautifully."

"Thank you for believing me from the very beginning," Prudence said softly, genuine gratitude evident in her warm expression. "Without that initial trust, none of this the resolution, the promotion, us would have properly unfolded."

Ashworth smiled, warmth and complete certainty evident in his gentle expression. "I think, perhaps, some mysteries exist specifically to reveal exactly the right connections, regardless of how tragic or complicated their beginning."

A year after Vivienne's case finally closed, Ashworth returned to the theatre one final time not for professional purposes, but with a small, carefully wrapped box he'd clearly been anticipating for weeks.

"Prudence, will you marry me?" he asked, kneeling carefully backstage among the familiar props and costumes where their unlikely partnership had first, tragically begun. "Not because of any lingering case business, but because I've fallen genuinely, completely in love with your courage, your keen observation, and your unwavering commitment to truth even when circumstances seemed entirely uncertain."

"Yes," Prudence said immediately, joyful tears spilling freely as she embraced him fully. "Completely, genuinely, without a single moment of hesitation."

As they embraced backstage, surrounded by the theatre that had witnessed both tragedy and genuine, unexpected love, Prudence understood profoundly that sometimes the most difficult mysteries led not just to justice for those who'd been wronged, but also toward genuine, unexpected connection for those brave enough to properly pursue truth, regardless of how uncertain the circumstances first appeared.

THE END 🎭💍💛✨

Part 3: The Cartographer Who Drew Doors Between Worlds

Emeric returned the following evening, carefully sketching the same doorway on his workshop wall, uncertain whether the magic would cooperate a second time or whether the previous night's connection had simply been an unrepeatable accident.

The door shimmered to life, opening once again into Wren's familiar garden, relief and genuine excitement crossing both their faces as the connection proved successful.

"It worked," Emeric said, stepping through with growing confidence. "I confess, I wasn't entirely certain it would."

"I'm glad it did," Wren said, warmth evident in her welcoming smile. "I've been thinking about our conversation rather more than I probably should admit, given how brief our acquaintance technically remains."

Over the following weeks, Emeric returned regularly, their connection deepening steadily through consistent, deliberate visits rather than relying entirely on the doorway's initial, unpredictable magic. He learned about her careful management of the family estate, her quiet dreams of eventually traveling beyond its isolated boundaries; she learned about his cartography work, his family's guarded magical tradition, the genuine grief he still carried for Elowen alongside the unexpected, growing joy of discovering Wren.

"I've been thinking," Wren said one evening, several weeks into their regular, cherished visits, "about the nature of this doorway specifically. Doesn't it trouble you, relying on magic to maintain our connection? What happens if it eventually stops working, or if your family's caution about such magic proves justified after all?"

Emeric considered the question seriously, recognizing legitimate concern beneath her careful curiosity. "It does concern me, honestly. Though I've been wondering myself whether we might attempt building this connection beyond simply the doorway's magic finding a more permanent, physical way to properly visit each other, rather than relying entirely on uncertain magical convenience."

"I'd like that," Wren said, relief evident in her warm expression. "Though I confess, part of me worries our connection exists primarily because of the doorway's unusual novelty, rather than something that would properly survive more ordinary circumstances."

"I don't believe that's true," Emeric said firmly. "I think what's grown between us exists independently of the magic that first brought us together. The doorway simply provided opportunity. Everything since every genuine conversation, every deliberate choice to keep returning that's been entirely, authentically ours."

Wren studied him carefully, cautious hope evident in her searching gaze. "Then perhaps we should test that theory properly. Travel the ordinary distance between our homes, rather than simply relying on magical doorways, and discover whether our connection genuinely survives more conventional circumstances."

Emeric smiled, genuine warmth and growing certainty evident in his expression. "I'd like nothing more, Wren. Let's discover it together, properly, beyond simply magical convenience."

to be continued... 🚪💫

Part 2: The Weaver of Second Sunrises

Corin blinked into sudden, disorienting awareness, finding himself standing in his father's familiar kitchen exactly as it had looked three years earlier before grief, before distance, before the argument that had cost them their final years together.

His father stood at the counter, alive and unmistakably present, exactly as Corin remembered him before everything went wrong.

"You're late," his father said, not yet aware anything unusual had occurred. "We were supposed to discuss the property transfer an hour ago."

Corin felt overwhelming emotion rising, three years of grief and regret colliding violently with impossible, precious opportunity. "Dad," he said, voice breaking. "I need to tell you something first, before we discuss anything else."

His father studied him, confusion evident at his son's uncharacteristic urgency. "What's wrong, Corin?"

"I love you," Corin said immediately, refusing to let pride delay the words this time. "Regardless of whatever we're about to argue about today, regardless of how frustrated we might become with each other I need you to know that first, clearly, before anything else gets said."

His father's expression softened with visible surprise. "That's rather sudden, son. Is everything alright?"

"I don't know how to properly explain," Corin admitted honestly. "I just know I don't want pride to keep either of us silent about what actually matters most, especially not today."

They proceeded through the difficult property discussion that followed, old disagreements still surfacing exactly as they originally had stubborn opinions, genuine frustration, the same fundamental disagreement that had originally driven them apart. But this time, Corin refused to let anger have the final word.

"I disagree with you completely about this," he said firmly, near the argument's peak, "and I probably always will. But disagreeing doesn't mean I love you any less, Dad. I should have said that three years ago, instead of letting stubborn pride keep us apart."

His father's expression shifted slowly, old defensiveness giving way to something more vulnerable. "I've missed you, son. More than my own pride ever properly allowed me to admit."

"I've missed you too," Corin said, embracing his father tightly, three years of unnecessary distance finally, properly resolving within this single, precious repeated day.

They talked for hours afterward, genuine reconciliation replacing the bitter silence that had originally followed their argument, rebuilding connection neither had known how to properly repair the first time around.

As evening approached, Corin felt the day's borrowed time beginning to waver, golden light shimmering faintly at the edges of his vision.

"I need you to know," he said quickly, sensing his time rapidly running short, "however this day actually ends, I'm deeply grateful for this chance to properly tell you I love you, Dad. Regardless of anything else."

His father's eyes filled with emotional tears. "I love you too, son. Completely, regardless of whatever disagreements we might continue having."

The kitchen dissolved gently around him, golden light overtaking his vision entirely, and Corin found himself blinking back into Ondine's small cottage, tears streaming freely down his face.

"It worked," he breathed, astonished and profoundly grateful. "I finally told him. Properly, completely, exactly as I should have three years ago."

to be continued... 🧵💛

🌱 Work to improve, not to proveBuild your foundation through experience, small consistent habits, and a calm mind. True growth comes from reflection, discipline, and intentional planning—not from impressing others who may easily forget you.

💰 Steward your resources wiselyTreat your time as sacred, budget carefully, avoid unnecessary spending, and never let the excitement of your first income destroy what took patience to build.

🎁 Develop and share your giftsSharpen your skills, give generously, and never bury your talents out of fear. Even what seems small to you can carry lasting impact for others.

🕊️ Guard your peace and your pathStay humble before God, keep your blessings private, embrace silence as protection, trust your instincts, and align only with those who share your purpose. We are not competing—each of us carries a unique calling.

🙏 Root everything in faith and gratitudeTrue success is not just hard work or income. It is living in alignment with God’s purpose, keeping your promises to Him especially in abundance, and remembering that faith, obedience, and a pure heart are the real gateways to lasting blessings.

🔥 The truth about procrastinationIt’s not laziness—it’s your situation. When survival is the daily priority, everything else feels like a luxury. But don’t give up. Those traits—resilience, patience, and persistence—are what make people successful. Talent without the right opportunity is just potential waiting to explode.

🌍 This journey is about mastering mindset, money, and disciplineEvery post is designed to inspire focus, resilience, and smart choices that shape your future. Knowledge fuels consciousness to serve life.

✨ Follow along to rise above distractions, embrace financial truth, and build a life that speaks louder than words.

Part 4 (Final): The Innkeeper Who Housed Wandering Ghosts

Perpetua spent the following weeks searching diligently through old records, church registries, and county archives, tracing Cordelia's name through decades of history until she finally uncovered the truth.

"I found her," she told Theodric one evening, breathless from her search, an old photograph clutched carefully in her hands. "Cordelia Ashworth. She married eventually a good, kind man by all accounts and lived a genuinely happy life. She passed peacefully in her nineties, surrounded by children and grandchildren who clearly loved her deeply."

Theodric studied the photograph Perpetua offered, old grief mixing with unexpected relief. "She found happiness, then. Genuine happiness, despite my own cowardice all those years ago."

"She did," Perpetua confirmed gently. "I spoke with her granddaughter, actually. She mentioned Cordelia occasionally spoke of a violinist she'd danced with once, briefly, before circumstances separated them. She apparently always remembered you fondly, Theodric, without ever once carrying regret about how things unfolded."

Theodric's translucent form seemed to shimmer slightly, something shifting subtly in the room's atmosphere. "She wasn't hurt, then. Not by my failure to properly pursue her."

"She wasn't," Perpetua said softly. "She built a genuinely happy life, Theodric, entirely independent of whatever might have happened between you two. I think, perhaps, that's precisely the resolution you've been needing all along—not guilt over lost opportunity, but simple, genuine peace knowing she found happiness regardless."

Theodric's expression filled with profound, overwhelming relief, sixty years of quiet guilt finally beginning to properly ease. "Thank you, Perpetua. For finding this, for helping me finally understand what I've apparently needed to hear for six decades."

As he spoke, the room's lantern flickered unusually bright, warm golden light spreading gently around them both.

"

"I believe so," Theodric said gently, though visible reluctance colored his translucent features. "Though I confess, Perpetua, I find myself considerably more torn about leaving you than I ever was about Cordelia."

"Then don't go," Perpetua said desperately. "Stay, Theodric. We can find another way, surely, something besides simply"

"I don't think I have a choice, my dear," Theodric said softly, reaching toward her with a translucent hand that couldn't quite properly connect with her own. "But I want you to know, whatever happens next, these past weeks with you have meant more than sixty years of lonely waiting ever did."

The golden light grew brighter, Theodric's form beginning to fade gently, and Perpetua felt tears streaming freely as she watched him slowly, peacefully dissolve into warm, golden light.

"I love you," she said quickly, desperately, wanting the words spoken before he fully vanished.

"I love you too," Theodric said, voice already fading with the golden light surrounding him. "Perhaps, somewhere beyond this room, beyond whatever comes next for spirits finally granted peace, we'll find each other again properly. Until then, Perpetuathank you, for everything."

He vanished entirely, the room's lantern finally, permanently extinguishing for the first time in sixty years.

Perpetua sat alone in the newly ordinary room, grief and gratitude tangled together, understanding she'd helped someone find genuine peace, even at the cost of her own aching heart.

Months later, cleaning out Room Four properly for the first time, preparing to finally list it as an ordinary guest room, Perpetua discovered something tucked behind the old fireplace—a small, carefully preserved violin, along with a note in faded, decades-old handwriting she somehow instinctively recognized as Theodric's own.

For whoever finally, bravely opens this door: thank you for teaching me that some love, however brief, is never truly wasted. T.

Perpetua held the violin carefully, tears and genuine peace both evident in her expression, understanding that some connections, however impossible or brief, left permanent, beautiful marks regardless of how they ultimately concluded.

THE END 👻🎻💔💛

Part 3: The Gardener Who Grew Wishes

They sat together in the garden for hours that morning, two years of separation slowly bridging into careful, honest conversation neither had properly allowed themselves before Dorian's initial departure.

"I need to understand something," Dorian said eventually, watching the silver flower still glowing faintly nearby, seemingly patient despite their decision not to complete its magic immediately. "If we choose this properly deliberately, without relying on your grandmother's garden how do I know you won't grow afraid again? How do either of us know this won't simply repeat the same pattern?"

Perpetua considered the question seriously, understanding his caution completely given her own past mistake. "I can't promise perfect certainty, Dorian. I can only promise I've spent two painful years learning exactly how destructive fear becomes when left unchecked. I understand now, more completely than I did before, that avoiding vulnerability doesn't actually protect anyone from heartbreak. It simply guarantees a different, quieter kind instead."

Dorian nodded slowly, clearly weighing her honesty carefully. "I appreciate that. Truly. I think I need to be honest too, though rebuilding trust after everything won't happen instantly, simply because we're both willing to try again."

"I understand," Perpetua said. "I'm not expecting instant perfection, Dorian. I'm only hoping for the chance to properly earn back your trust, slowly, deliberately, this time without magical shortcuts forcing the process."

They spent the following weeks doing exactly that meeting regularly, rebuilding careful trust through consistent, patient effort rather than relying on any further magical intervention from Perpetua's inherited garden. She showed him the rest of her grandmother's strange, wonderful collection of impossible flowers, though neither of them touched another seed, both silently agreeing that whatever grew between them this time needed to be entirely, deliberately their own.

"Your grandmother's garden is remarkable," Dorian observed one afternoon, watching Perpetua carefully tend rows of luminous, name-labeled blooms. "Though I confess, I'm relieved we're not relying on it anymore. I want to know our choices are genuinely ours, not simply magically predetermined."

"I feel exactly the same," Perpetua agreed, smiling warmly at him across the garden rows. "Though I admit, I'm grateful the garden gave us this particular opportunity to begin again, however unconventionally."

As their relationship deepened steadily over the following months, built genuinely on patient honesty rather than magical shortcuts, Perpetua found herself increasingly at peace with both her grandmother's strange inheritance and her own healing, growing capacity for genuine vulnerability.

It was nearly six months later, walking together through the garden during a particularly beautiful sunset, that Dorian stopped suddenly, taking her hands with visible, nervous determination.

"I have something to ask you," he said, "and I want to be entirely clear this isn't influenced by magic, or fear, or anything beyond simply how completely I've come to love you again, perhaps even more deeply than before."

Perpetua's breath caught, hope and love both evident in her expression as she watched him carefully.

"Perpetua, will you marry me? Not because your grandmother's garden brought us back together, though I'll always treasure that unusual beginning. Simply because I've watched you grow braver, more honest, more completely yourself these past six months, and I find myself utterly certain I want to build the rest of my life alongside exactly that person."

to be continued... 🌱💍

Former Miss South Africa contestant and Miss Universe Nigeria 2024 winner, Chidimma Adetshina, said she has been treated unfairly and targeted in South Africa, following the postponement of her legal case challenging her potential deportation and detention.

Speaking to journalists after the Cape Town Regional Court postponed the case, she reminded the public that she was born in the country.

The former beauty queen said she remained confident in the South African judicial system and would continue to pursue the matter through legal channels.

“Firstly, I would like to say that I am grateful that I once again have been able to get an opportunity to have my faith in our courts, and I remind everyone that I was born in South Africa,” she said.

“I have applied through the proper legal channels to have my status and citizenship determined. I believe that I have been treated unfairly and targeted and there has been an attempt to make me an example, but my message is not going to be one out of anger.

“South Africa is government by the rule of law and we should not allow xenophobia and misinformation to determine how people are going to be treated.

“We should all be guided by the spirit of Ubuntu. Throughout this ordeal, I have availed myself through all appropriate legal resource and I will continue to respect and abide by each process.”

The Cape Town Regional Court ruled that it cannot make a decision to confirm her detention pending the case at the Western Cape High Court.

The matter has been postponed to February 2027.