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Ossy retweeted
Going to church has never solved any problem.
So I don’t know why people go to church and pray when they have issues🤷🏽♂️
Ossy retweeted
I have been there , and I truly know how you feel
Let me tell you the truth
This is just life , you have to accept it
Gather all the good memories you had with her and remember it cheerfully without being moody
If she sees you heartbroken, she might never appear to you in dreams
May God console you 🙏❤️
Ossy retweeted
you can experience pain that feels as though it is coming from inside your brain. However, medically speaking, the brain tissue itself cannot feel pain because it has no pain receptors.
What you describe as brain pain is usually a headache caused by irritation or stimulation of pain sensitive structures around the brain.
Possible causes include:
📍Migraine: Intense or throbbing headaches.
📍Stress and anxiety: Can cause tension headaches.
📍 Lack of sleep: Sleep deprivation can trigger headaches.
📍Dehydration: Not drinking enough water.
📍 Sinus problems: Can cause pressure around the forehead and eyes.
📍 Blood pressure problems: Some conditions may be associated with headaches.
🏦Seek medical attention📢
If the pain is sudden and extremely severe, or accompanied by blurred vision, weakness, confusion, difficulty speaking, seizures, fever or a stiff neck, seek emergency medical care.
🫂My advice: Don't automatically assume it is ordinary stress or lack of sleep. Persistent or unusual headaches deserve medical assessment.
🧠Remember, the brain itself doesn't feel pain, but the structures surrounding it can.
❤️ Your health matters.
Marvisgains LegendaryGain
(Black Excellence)
Ossy retweeted
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The same traffic that delay the driver,
is a blessing to the pure water sellers
Marvisgains LegendaryGain
(Black Excellence)
Ossy retweeted
Daddy's Little Princess: Memories That Live Forever 🕊️❤️
Daddy, I miss the beautiful moments we shared: the places you took me, the meals we enjoyed together, the games we played and the countless times you made me smile.
You never hesitated to give me the things I wanted. You pampered me, protected me and made me feel like the most special girl in the world.
I was Daddy's little princess, his pet and his angel. Being close to you was my greatest comfort, and your presence made everything feel right.
Today, I wish I could relive those moments, travel with you again, eat together and hear your voice just one more time.
Your absence hurts, but the memories we created will forever remain in my heart.
Death may have taken you away, Daddy, but it can never erase the love we shared. I will forever be your little girl.
Rest peacefully, my guardian angel. 🕊️❤️
From your daughter
Sarah Uchenna
Marvisgains LegendaryGain
(Black Excellence)
Ossy retweeted
Nor be person wey first dey sick
dey first dey die
Marvisgains LegendaryGain
(Black Excellence)
This is everybody's Reality
Ossy retweeted
I know the feeling all too well 😢 Stay strong my Don! 🫂❤️
Tomorrow makes it one year since I lost my dear mother, and somehow, a whole year has passed without the world slowing down to acknowledge how much mine changed.
I am still processing it. Still hurting. Still coming to terms with an absence that words cannot adequately explain. Some days I’m stronger, other days the grief finds me in ways I cannot describe. I’ve come to understand that healing isn’t necessarily about getting over the loss; sometimes it’s simply learning how to live with a part of your heart missing.
I miss her in the quiet moments, in the ordinary things, in the moments I wish I could pick up the phone and hear her voice one more time. There is so much I wish I could tell her, so much I wish she could still be here to witness.
One year later, I am still her child, still carrying her love, still trying to make sense of a world without her in it.
I don’t know how long this journey of grief will take, but I am learning, slowly, to live through it.
I miss you, Mum. More than words will ever be able to hold. ❤️
Tomorrow makes it one year since I lost my dear mother, and somehow, a whole year has passed without the world slowing down to acknowledge how much mine changed.
I am still processing it. Still hurting. Still coming to terms with an absence that words cannot adequately explain. Some days I’m stronger, other days the grief finds me in ways I cannot describe. I’ve come to understand that healing isn’t necessarily about getting over the loss; sometimes it’s simply learning how to live with a part of your heart missing.
I miss her in the quiet moments, in the ordinary things, in the moments I wish I could pick up the phone and hear her voice one more time. There is so much I wish I could tell her, so much I wish she could still be here to witness.
One year later, I am still her child, still carrying her love, still trying to make sense of a world without her in it.
I don’t know how long this journey of grief will take, but I am learning, slowly, to live through it.
I miss you, Mum. More than words will ever be able to hold. ❤️
Ossy retweeted
Thats where humans learnt selfishness from. The toxicity came when they pit kids against themselves.
Ossy retweeted
Have been with a lot of "GIRLS" that can suffer with me!! That's not the type of girls i want.......
I WANT A GIRL THAT WILL BE CREDITING ME FOR BEING HER BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!
Ossy retweeted
Let's try something with this storyboard, copy the prompt to recreate.
30-second cinematic live-action teen drama set on a rainy overcast day outside a modern American high school. Muted desaturated teal-grey color grade, natural diffused light, wet pavement reflections, shallow depth of field, handheld 35mm film look, 16:9, realistic skin and rain details.
Scene 1 (0-4s): Medium close-up under a concrete school overhang. Three teens smirk at someone off-screen: a girl with short jet-black hair in a oversized denim jacket, a boy in a red flannel shirt with a backpack, and a girl with a high ponytail in a green windbreaker, holding a black umbrella they just took.
Scene 2 (4-9s): Wide shot. Maya, a girl with dark curly hair in a yellow raincoat and blue jeans, stands at the edge of the covered walkway while heavy rain pours ahead of her. She looks down, helpless. Low-angle close-up of her white leather sneakers at the edge of the dry concrete, raindrops splashing near them.
Scene 3 (9-15s): The three bullies walk away along a black iron fence under the stolen umbrella, laughing and looking at a phone. Suddenly a strong gust of wind flips the umbrella inside out. Close-up of their shocked, gasping faces as rain drenches them.
Scene 4 (15-23s): Maya sits calmly in a glass bus shelter, rain streaking the glass, eyes closed, a quiet confident expression. The soaked bullies run toward her. The black-haired girl confronts her angrily, holding the broken umbrella, while Maya stays calm and doesn't react.
Scene 5 (23-30s): An orange school bus pulls up. Final detail shot: Maya's sneaker presses down on a piano pedal, hinting at her hidden power over the weather. Slow fade out.
Mood: tense, then satisfying karma. Ambient rain sound, soft piano score building at the end.
Negative prompt: cartoon, anime, text, watermark, distorted faces, extra fingers, bright sunny lighting.
