💠 Value Her , She Is the Motherboard
🌿The Parable of the Garden — by Obed Yadzo
🌿The Parable of the Garden — by Obed Yadzo
A relationship is like a public image — it lives not just in words, but in actions, consistency, and care.
When a gardener plants two seeds, he doesn’t expect instant fruit. He waters them, protects them from weeds, and gives them time.
That is PR in love — Personal Relations, not just Public Relations.
Many start a relationship like a brand launch — bright promises, loud announcements — but forget that trust is built quietly, over time.
In every strong marriage, there’s a press release called truth, a media strategy called understanding, and a reputation policy called forgiveness.
When storms come — and they will — remember this:
No brand survives without crisis management, and no marriage thrives without grace.
Jesus told stories to make truth live in the heart.
So here’s the truth behind this one:
> “Love is not a show — it’s a service.
Relationship is not a campaign — it’s a calling.
Marriage is not the end of PR — it’s the beginning of lifelong communication.”
So build your bond like a good PR team:
Listen before you speak.
Respond, don’t react.
Be transparent.
Protect each other’s name.
Renew your message daily.
Because in the end, a good relationship tells a story the world believes — and heaven approves.
A SISTER GUIDANCE
African Tribe” Ordered to Leave Former Camp in Jedburgh
THE TRUE SOULS WINNER

THE ANGER OF THE INNOCENT EYES
Innocent eyes, once bright and wide,
Now burn with anger, deep inside.
A fire that flickers, yet won't subside,
A flame that fuels their righteous pride.
Their world, once full of wonder and glee,
Now shatters, like broken glass on the sea.
The pain they've faced, the injustices they've seen,
Have kindled anger, a fire that's keen.
Their innocence, lost, like fallen leaves,
Their trust, betrayed, like autumn's bitter breeze.
Their anger grows, a stormy sea,
As they demand justice, for you and me.
Yet, in their anger, a glimmer remains,
A spark of hope, a light that still sustains.
A call to action, a voice that's clear,
A demand for change, a world that's dear.
Their eyes, once windows to a soul so bright,
Now shielded, guarded, with a warrior's might.
Their hearts, once pure, now bear the weight,
Of struggles, strife, and an unending fight.
But still they rise, with courage in their eyes,
With every step, a message they devise.
A cry for justice, a call to stand,
For a world where innocence won't be lost in the sand.
Through tears and pain, they'll find their voice,
And raise it loud, with a heartfelt choice.
For justice, equality, and a world anew,
Their anger fuels, a fire that will break through.