Actress, Ifemeludike almost in tears as street kids show her love by contributing money for her (Video)

Nollywood actress, Chioma Ifemeludike nearly broke down in tears over the love some street kids showed towards her recently.

The beautiful movie star who helps street kids, usually stops to give them money as some beg whilst doing their work as windscreen washers.

Chioma met the children once again and this time they wanted to be the ones to gift her money.

The act touched her so much that her eyes looked teary in a video she posted on her Instagram page.

In the clip, the kids were so excited to see her and they said categorically that they want to show her love so they contributed money from their little earnings and reached an amount of 200 naira.

Sharing a video of her encounter with the children, Ifemeludike Chioma prayed to God to help her carry the kids on her shoulder.

The actress captioned the video: ”See real love… These kids made me happy this evening , contributed money for me, oh lord! You know my heart, Help me to carry them on my shoulder! Lord help me!

This made me wanna cry seriously! I love them and I appreciate them. God bless my little friends.”

Watch the video:

Tears Flow as sugar mummy gives 20-year-old boy broken heart

A 20-year-old jilted lover feels used after being dumped by his sugar mummy who lured him into love to spite her ex-husband.

Tanaka Maswera said he was betrayed by Lillian Marunga, 41, after being left in the cold at a time he had introduced her to his relatives while plans were in place for him to pay the bride price.

“Lillian has ruined my life considering the commitment I made despite negative comments we received from both friends and relatives concerning our age difference,” said Tanaka.

I fell in love with her since last year and was pleased with her to the extent of introducing her to my relatives and she did the same with me.

“We fell in love the time she had separated with her Tanzanian husband and I want to believe she was disturbed and decided to use me as her pain killer.

“I do not believe that she was aware that our affair would develop fast into a serious thing.

“She gave me love that I quickly forgot that she was 21 years older than me and she blinded my eyes that I did not want her away from me,” said Tanaka pleading with the writer to beg Lillian to have him back.

He narrated how they rubbished advices he received from some of their relatives with regards to their age differences.

“I was aware that she was legally married but my relationship with her grew faster and I exchanged fists with her ex-husband after he met us enjoying the food at a food court in the Avenues area,” said Tanaka.

Although Tanaka still loves Lillian he admitted his mistake that he used to physically abuse Lillian whenever he suspected her of seeing other men.

“Lillian loved me although my behaviour towards her was bad especially when I suspected her of seeing other men,” said Tanaka.

“She is very different from women I fell in love with before her,” he said.

Lillian confirmed dating Tanaka soon after separating with her ex-husband; she also confirmed that she was still legally married adding that divorce proceedings had not even started.

She described Tanaka as a handsome but abusive man urging him to move on.

“Tanaka is too handsome to lose but his character is too bad to be a father of your children,” said Lillian.

“It is true that he won my heart the time I was aggrieved by my ex-husband.

“He watered my dry life, comforted me and strengthened me but I decided to leave him because of his bad character.

“He used to assault me whenever he suspected any men showing interest in me.

“Tanaka is handsome enough to win the heart of any woman so I urge him to move on and I wish him the best in his life.

“I gave him my heart but he broke it and left scars on my body he claimed was best for him,” said Lillian.

She pleaded with H-Metro not to publish the story since she is still to legally divorce her ex-husband.

NO CHILD IS IRREDEEMABLE

adult alone anxious black and white

The teaching and non-teaching staff of Eclipse Valley Academy, were summoned for an emergency meeting with the principal during the lunch break. The members of staff sat in twos in the assembly hall, discussing in low tones, as they waited for the principal to arrive for the meeting.

It was not long before the principal, Mrs. Julian Igbanke joined the staff in the hall. Every one among the staff knows that Mrs. Igbanke is a good story teller. She can keep her audience spellbound with her stories, especially when she wants to get them to agree with her on something. Mummy J, as she is popularly called, can make a
story out of any, and everything.

But there was something about her story this afternoon. It lacked the usual enthusiasm and boisterous energy with which she told her stories to capture the attention of her listeners. There was a kind of sobriety in her tone and body language as she carefully picked her words before her subordinates.

Another thing her listeners quickly observed was that before she started telling the story she got herself seated, picked up a handkerchief from her bag, as if she was preparing to break an unpalatable news to them.

When she was sure that all eyes were on her and that she had got the attention of everyone, she slowly proceeded with her story thus:

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I guess most of you know why I called for this meeting? But in case you do not know, I will tell you now. It is with heavy heart I want to confirm to you that the news that filtered in when we came to school this morning has been verified and found to be true.

There were rumours this morning that we lost one of our students yesterday evening. Well, I want to tell you that it is no longer rumour; it is now truth. It has been verified. I went to their house this morning and saw things for myself; and the truth is that Abigail, the assistant head girl, died yesterday at night. So, if you saw her yesterday evening, as I did, when we had a meeting with all the prefects, that was the last time you would see her alive”.

There were groaning, weeping, bitter cries, etc., among the staff. Both men and women broke down in tears. By the way, some were already crying even before the principal made the announcement. Abigail was such a nice girl that all who knew her could not hold back their tears.

But what really happened to Abigail?

The principal continued her story…

“From what I gathered when I went to their home this morning, Abigail committed suicide inside her room last night. The mum went to her room after their morning prayer to find out why she did not come out for the usual family prayers and found her stone dead!”

At this juncture the principal could not hold it further and had to make use of the handkerchief in her hands as she buried her face on the table. More weeping, sighing, sobbing… among the staff.

After what seemed like forever, the principal continued her story…

“Abigail dropped a letter for her mum on the floor, or she was probably holding it in her hands when death overpowered her. In the letter she appreciated her mum for all she did to take care of her and her younger brother since their father died five years ago.

She acknowledged that her mum really worked hard to make sure that she and her brother were enrolled in the best school around, and that they lacked nothing, which could make them feel the absence of their dad”.

“Why then did she take her life?” Someone asked.

In answer to that question, the principal said…

“That is why I called everyone of you here. We all failed Abigail! (at this juncture she stood up). After appreciating her mum, Abigail went ahead to explain the reasons why she decided to end it all. I may not go into all the detail but the summary is that the girl has been battling with low self-esteem and prejudice since the day she was made a prefect till yesterday when she could not bear it any longer.

I learnt that one of you here went and told Abigail’s mum that she was supposed to be the head girl but Nneoma was chosen instead because, she (Nneoma) smiles a lot while Abigail has a stony face.

And the mother believed that devilish self-sent messenger. I am going to deploy everything available to me to make sure I fish him or her out. Abigail’s mum never allowed a day to pass without taunting the poor girl about her failure to become the head girl. So each time she came to school and saw Nneoma she was filled with resentment, then she would go home to meet her mum who would jeeringly ask her, ‘how is that cheerful girl, Nneoma? I love her jare! If you like keep tightening your face!’

According to the nanny who talked with me, when Abigail got home yesterday, her mum asked the usual question about Nneoma and she simply said, ‘mum why don’t you ever tell me that you love me? Am I not a human being?’

And instead of the woman to retrace her steps she started calling the poor girl unprintable names and reminding her how she has been working like a jackal to give her the best possible, yet all she could do was to play the second fiddle.

She went to bed without eating. And as fate would have it, the nanny bought a bottle of Sniper two days ago, which she kept very close to the washing machine. Nobody knew when Abigail got up in the night and took the bottle and emptied the content into her mouth.

She ended the note she dropped for her mum with, ‘mum I love you and I have always told you so, even though I can’t really say whether you love me or not. You can transfer all your love to your cheerful Nneoma, but please do not abandon my little brother the way you abandoned me.’

As at that morning when we were there, she kept shouting, ‘Abigail, I love you! Abigail, look at me nah, I said I love you! I love you Abigail…’ I suppose that by now they might have taken her mother to a doctor because it seemed she had lost her senses

Mhnnn! What a loss! I couldn’t keep this to myself, and that is why I had to call all of you to relay it. I also want to use this to remind us that we are not here just to teach them arts or sciences; we are supposed to attend to the emotional needs of these children! How come none of us even noticed that that girl was hurting?

And the mother is now confessing her love to a dead body. Let me tell you, the words I LOVE YOU are golden to every growing person. May you not utter those golden words to a ghost as Abigail’s mother is doing right now!”

The principal ended her story thus and other things followed, which I would not bother my readers with.

I want to ask every parent or teacher reading this piece, do you know that those three words are golden to every child? Are you using them wisely now or are you waiting to use them for a ghost?

I pray that you will not tell your son or daughter that you love them when it is already too late.

We can talk about any issue you have with your child; no child is irredeemable if you know what to do and what to say.
Let’s talk about it NOW!