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💜 “THE LITTLE BOY THAT ASKED FOR SNACKS”

My shop sits on a busy street, so I see many faces every day.
But a few days ago, one small boy walked in — looking shy, tired, and hungry.
He said,
“Aunty, please give me snacks for me and my sister. We haven’t eaten.”

I paused and asked, “Where are your parents?”
He said their dad wasn’t around and their mum had gone to the market to sell.
I asked again, “Didn’t she make anything before leaving?”
He replied softly, “She did... but that was in the morning before we went to school. Since we came back, we haven’t eaten. My sister is crying.”
That part broke me 💔
Before I knew it, my heart already answered before my mouth did.
I asked if he’d want garri and groundnut, but he shook his head — “I’d prefer snacks, ma.”
So I packed some buns and sausage rolls for him and his sister.
The economy is really tough, I know. But I want to plead with parents — please, always make a little provision for your children before leaving home.
No child deserves to beg to eat. Hunger makes children vulnerable — to wrong company, to abuse, to harm, especially the girl child.
Let’s do our best to protect their dignity, even in hard times.

Orientation Day
Game Time

In the first week of resumption we recorded more than half students returned, few new ones have been registered we are hoping that more comes and others resume fully by next week
Happy Resumption Students and pupils
Happy Resumption lovely parents
God supplies all you need to make this term a success
As your children come to school in full they will not return in parts
Your labour over them will not yield dust but fruitfulness in Jesus' name
They will not stray
They will not falter
The Lord will turn their mistakes to miracles
In place of men's judgement God will show them greater mercy 🙏

I PAID WAEC FEES FOR A BOY I BARELY KNEW, 10 YEARS LATER, HE WALKED INTO THE INTERVIEW ROOM HOLDING MY DESTINY-

THE BOY AT MY GATE

I was teaching at a small public school in Ibadan. One evening after school, I found a boy at my gate, quiet, nervous and holding a torn exercise book.

“Aunty please, I heard you help students. My WAEC form deadline is tomorrow. My mother is sick. Please, just help me write the exam.”

I didn’t know his name. Never taught him but something in his honesty touched me. The form was ₦19,500. I had only ₦21,000 in my account.

I paid for it. He thanked me and disappeared.

LIFE MOVED ON

Years passed. I forgot his name. Life got harder. I lost my teaching job. My mother died. I moved to Lagos to start over.

I applied in companies, handed out my CVs and begged for small contracts. Finally, I got an interview at a multinational company.

One chance. I dressed my best. I prayed harder than ever.

THE MAN IN THE CHAIR

When I entered the interview room, the HR assistant told me:

“The final decision will come from our new Regional Director. He’s young but brilliant.”

I nodded, nervously.

Then the door opened. He walked in.

Tall. Confident. Well dressed.

He looked at me… and froze.

“Excuse me... were you once a teacher in Ibadan?"

I blinked.

“Yes. Government Secondary School.”

He smiled — eyes suddenly glassy.

“You paid for my WAEC.”

THE DESTINY HE RETURNED

He paused the interview.

Told everyone in the room:

“I am who I am because one woman saw me as more than just a poor boy.”

“I owe her my entire career.”

Then he turned to me and said:

“This job is yours. But more than that, you have a seat at any table I sit at — for life.”

EPILOGUE - THE BOY WHO BECAME A BRIDGE

Today, I work in that company. Not just as staff but as a board advisor on youth outreach.

He started a scholarship in my name. I now mentor girls from villages across Nigeria.

Sometimes, he still calls me Aunty Teacher and whenever I see him in suits & ties, I remember that day he stood at my gate, holding a torn book.

And I realize…

God was testing me with a seed. And I almost missed the forest it would grow.

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“Kindness is a seed — it always finds its way back to the giver.”

Do good always. Copied.

🌿 Empathy in Teaching: A Christlike Call 🌿

Empathy is the heartbeat of teaching. To teach without empathy is to speak without listening. A teacher’s role is not only to instruct the mind but also to touch the heart.

📖 The Bible calls us to this:

“Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.” (Romans 12:15) – This is the essence of empathy: stepping into another’s joy and pain.

“Do to others as you would have them do to you.” (Luke 6:31) – A principle that applies to colleagues and students alike.

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” (Galatians 6:2) – As teachers, we carry not just lesson plans but the weight of lives entrusted to us.

In the classroom, empathy means noticing the quiet student who struggles, celebrating small victories, and guiding with patience. Among colleagues, it means listening without judgment, offering help without being asked, and speaking words that heal, not hurt.

When teachers walk in empathy, we reflect the Master Teacher, Jesus, who “had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd.” (Mark 6:34).

✨ A teacher full of empathy creates not just learners, but lives transformed. ✨

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