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Self Love

I will like to teach you about “Self Love” in just 2 minutes.

Just in case you don’t know –
“ADE” means “Crown” in the Yoruba language –
And that language as you all know should be like the “MOST ADORABLE” and; of-course the No.1 language on the planet 😂 – I am prepared for the debate! Below 😂

But wait!

How can there be a “Crown” where there is no “King”?

I guess you can now see why the Igbos calls it “Onye Eze” meaning “The King”.

Learning Outcome of this Post or in simple words, what I expect you to pick-up from this post –

“It’s OK for you to celebrate yourself like this once in a while”
“It’s legal, legitimate and good for you to be happy with yourself, once in a while irrespective of everything happening!” –

Just try this and see how it feels! – Trust me, you will buy me a bottle of Coke.😂

And if you cannot celebrate yourself like this once in a while;

Trust me on this one too!

“Perhaps you didn’t have enough sugar growing up!” 😂

CONNECT . INFORM . INSPIRE🙏🥰💖
#AderogbaOtunla #GBGAbuja #NotifyIC #AdeOnyeEze





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