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Great looking couple!

This picture looks so real, but it is a drawing by a Nigerian artist that lives in Lagos, Nigeria by the name of Oresegun Olumide @oluhyperclassical, amazing work👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼#Art #drawing #lifelike #amazing #genius #creative #Artist #OresegunOlumide #Nigerianartist #proudlyNigerian #Artistic #wow #creativity #painting #Africanlife #Artwork #solifelike #artisticgenius #Nigerian #tooproud

Beautiful work!

The last wish A death row inmate awaiting execution, asked as a last wish a pencil and paper. After writing for several minutes, the convict called the prison guard and asked that this letter be handed over to his biological mother. The letter said … Mother, if there were more justice in this world, we would be both executed and not just me. You’re as guilty as I am for the life I led. Remind yourself when I stole and bring home the bicycle of a boy like me? You helped me to hide the bicycle for my father did not see it. Do you remember the time I stole money from the neighbor’s wallet? You went with me to the mall to spend it. Do you remember when I argued with my father and he’s gone? He just wanted to correct me because I stole the final result of the competition and for that I had been expelled. Mom, I was just a child, shortly after I became a troubled teenager and now I’m a pretty malformed man. Mom, I was just a child in need of correction, and not an approval. But I forgive you! I just want this letter to reach the greatest number of parents in the world, so they can know what makes all people, good or bad …is education. Thank you mother for giving me life and also helping me to lose it. Your child offender. REFLECTION: “He who spares the rod hates his son, But he who loves him disciplines him promptly ”(Proverbs 13: 24). “Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. ” (Nelson Mandela) I have always said and know that there are no bad children but there are many, many bad parents. Children are the product of their parents and environment, unfortunately hurting people hurt people. #Wow #sad #Badparenting #Lastwish #Reallife #hurtingpeoplehurtpeople #inmate #Deathrow #Deep

Wow! It brought tears to my eyes...! So sad - such a waste of a young life, but yet so prophetic.

A random stranger complimented me the other day..

This man was walking down the sidewalk, as we walked pass each other, he stopped and said, “Excuse me.”

I turn around and greet the man with a smile, he was handicap, one of his arms was deformed and he walked with a limp.

He asked me for directions to the nearest Mcdonalds and I told him to continue down the street and it will be there.

Then he said, “As nice as you are beautiful. Bless you.”

Like it really made me happy that he said I was beautiful since I’ve been so unconfident about my appearance, and I just felt like it feels so much better to help out others than to treat them badly, especially if they have some sort of handicap or seem different.

People need to stop being so arrogant and mean..

Sometimes when you stop and help someone out for a bit, the little things count, and sometimes it gives you a small bit of happiness.

Thank you stranger for complimenting me, glad I was able to help out :D.

I know make an effort and talk to a 'stranger' every day. Hello, rede-mption! How are you? X

I want a love as strong my mum and dad’s. 35 years ago, my mum and dad were dating up in Alotau, Papua New Guinea. Mum was a teacher, dad a manager of the local hardware company up there. After 4 years of dating, it was time for dad to move back to Australia as his contract at work was over. So in turn her proposed to my mum and asked that she come to live in Australia. She said no. “No, I cannot marry you. I have my whole life here, my family, my students. Unlike you I can’t just pack up and leave. You will go back to Australia, and if you love me, and wish to marry me in one years time. Come back, and I will say yes. “ Dad obliged, and went back to Australia. One year had past, and dad returned to PNG and was very much still in love with my mum, and vice versa. He proposed, they were married that year. 35 years later, I came home mum and dad sitting on the back verandah and my mum was reading to my dad, who has now lost 70% of his vision. To see that love, and patience with on another even today. Honestly warms my heart, and it makes me realise how much I want what they have. One day. Someday.

Aaah, that's so beautiful!