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He changed and fed the baby girl, hands always cautiously, fear of hurting her always present in his mind. The care quieted her a little, quiet little whines breaking into more cries. Peter seated himself in the rocking chair, laying the infant on his chest and resting one foot on the floor to move the chair. "I know sweetheart, I miss her too." He ran one hand through his hair, the other one holding his little girl in place, tears burning at his eyes as he glanced at the now empty bed, too big, too cold.

"Oh my little star, I was so scared when your mother first told me about you" He nuzzles the top of her head gently, able to picture the bright smile and shaking hands clearly.

"Your mother was so happy to know you were coming, she read so, so many books and would tell me just how much you were growing. She was so clever and so patient with me." He pressed a soft kiss to her black hair, the same colour as her mother, thankful she seemed to be quieting.

"I was terrified but so excited to meet you, I didn't think I would be able to do this, but your mother had faith, she trusted me." A bittersweet smile crossed his face, remembering just how he knew this.

Guin lay in the bed, hands resting on her swollen stomach. "Oh my little miracle. I cannot wait for your father to meet you. You are so lucky my miracle, to have the father you do." She was whispering as she thought he was asleep. "You will never be bored for he is so clever and so full of stories and adventures. You need never be scared because he is so very, very brave and he will protect you with everything he has. And he loves you, oh how he loves you my little miracle" She starts humming a soft little song, "Go to sleep Peter, I am fine"

Hyea :D

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The Spectacle was a Symposium/ Public Speaking engagement that we attended for extra-credit after malice and discriminatory practices by a number of people. There are a few things at work in this showcase but the video explains it in-depth. We will use this post to attach the website and link with the ancestor that was shown at the event. We dont have anything positive to say about it after the Post-Op lead to us being illegally removed from the campus and our student housing. We were sent a fraudulent check by American Campus Communities supported by a very corrupt president of Student Affairs named Stephanie Coleman from Chicago,Illinois. The things that are going on at the Nevada State University campus is disgraceful and its time I reveal the parties responsible. The showcase was suppose to be some form of activism which didn't even happen, its obvious based on how little Christopher Harris PHD really cared as he was well aware of a on-going investigation regarding a student named Desean Brewer whom sexually assaulted me at another event. There is a woman on the Nevada State University campus whom is devotee of Ifa named Shartriyah Collier and uses it to control, manipulate, and seek harm to students and their mental health on the campus which is where the sexual violence took place. There is some very questionable physical and spiritual corrupt things happening in those mountains and the ancestors should do a lot more to see to its end happening ASAP.

The Black Elitist at Nevada State University whom wouldn't be there if it weren't for Christopher Harris himself, he is one of the longest Black full-time faculty at the institution which spiritually holds him responsible for their corrupt elite black secret society. With the privilege he (Chris) exploits isn't hard to believe. If you aren't willing to bend to the will and worship Christopher Harris like a God and allow your boundaries to be violated directly or by proxy of his minions you will be removed and placed in a very sticky web of bondage. If Christopher Harris was the ally he pretended to be none of the things I have experienced would still be happening today.

How do you have all these connections, yet are sitting back like a broken puppet watching my transcripts and rights to be violated ?

That is because Christopher Harris PHD was never our ally he was only a agent to extract information for the spirits of exploitation at Nevada State University previously known as Nevada State College to attempt to use to their advantage in absolute failure.

We have reached out to Christopher Harris numerous times since we have left the campus as the flattery didn't impress us anymore and as always his reputation and clout was more important than the success of the very students whom financial aid and money puts food on his table, clothes on his back, and power in his bloody hands. Christopher Harris PHD professor of the communications department at Nevada State University you pretended to be an ally, and a mentor to us and what all you ever truly were was a demonic entity in a aesthetically attractive meat body suit that played on the hearts of many vulnerable black leaders. You are what we call the root of failure amongst black liberation. You are a perfect example of the failure of Black Men in higher education the fuel of Black men degrading and humiliating the black woman in the media for the past 10 plus years you will never get a opportunity to steal our energy or power again. We bind you from harming us and that includes you, your work wives, flings, and all the minions in between .

We also take time to show tribute to a student that passed away upon the completion of these videos. The administrative assistant to the wicked and most clout-chasing of them all Derionne Pollard current president of Nevada State University and ringleader of the corruption with the most terrible energy, dont forget to look at her with a obsidian mirror as her aura is glowing from all the innocent souls she's collected from students through out her career in higher education.

The student in need of light and ancestral healing to escape the evil clutches of the people abusing the students at Nevada State name is

Emmanuel Ekigwe

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Nshe, A Former Plateau Governorship Candidate, Has Been Kidnapped By Gunmen

Nshe, A Former Plateau Governorship Candidate, Has Been Kidnapped By Gunmen   Nkemi Nicholas Nshe, a previous governorship candidate in Plateau State’s 2019 election, has been kidnapped by unknown gunmen.   Touchaheart Nigeria reports that on Saturday morning, he was taken at his home in the Shendam Local Government Area of the state, according to Touchaheart Nigeria.   Nshe, a Peoples Democratic…

It started peacefully unlike some of her more recent dreams. Quiet and content, at least until Peter woke, panicked and then fled. Guin ran through the woods after him, calling his name and shouting apology's.

Until she tripped.

She was no longer in the woods. Guin picked herself, up peering around at the small village she found herself in, looking for any sign of Peter. There was some kind of festival on, colourful lanterns were strung across the square, several small bonfires crackling throughout and delightful music coming from somewhere out of her line of sight.

Guin turned just in time to be pulled into a tight hug. "Geez Queenie don't scare me like that. I was looking everywhere for you." Relief was clear in the familiar voice. She blinked in confusion as he released her.

"James have you seen Peter?"

Annoyance flashed briefly in his blue eyes before he chuckled. "He's not here Queenie"

Guin peered around him in confusion, looking back toward where she had come from. "I swear I just..... He was just..."

James gently brushed some hair from her face, cupping her cheek and making sure she met his eyes, clearly concerned.

"You - We left Pan behind Guinevere. You insisted." He took careful hold of one of her hands. "You didn't want to be around him anymore"

Hurt and confusion filled Guin's mind. That didn't sound right. But maybe, maybe it was. Maybe it hurt too much and she ran away.

Hook tugged gently on her arm "Come on Queenie, dance with me"

Guin hesitated but followed cautiously, letting James lead her amongst other dancing people. She couldn't quite relax though.

He pulled her close to whisper.

"Let me treat you right Guin, Let me treat you the way you deserve, just for tonight"

She was very aware of several things in that moment. The warmth of his hands on her waist, how close he was and just how carefully he handled her. She met his eyes for a second, seeing the hope there, seeing... something. She felt this was more than an offer of an evening of pleasant company and honestly, she liked the thought.

She tapped her fingers against her thighs in an attempt to dispel some of the anxious energy coursing through her.

This was not something they had talked about. Fuck, she wasn't even sure if this was something Peter wanted. Her breathing was shallow and uneven but not panicky. Nope she was definitely not panicking.

The timer went off startling Guin from her thoughts. She didn't want to look at it. Well, she did but her anxiety over the result was dominating. She took a steadying breath, grabbed the stick from the sink and focused on the result window.

"Guin? Babe?"

Peter's voice came from the living room as the front door snapped shut. Her head snapped up as she hadn't moved from her place on the bathroom floor. She scrambled to her feet, haphazardly shoving the test into the bin.

"Guinevere?"

She checked herself over in the mirror, took a calming breath and exited the bathroom, following the clatter of plates. She found Peter in the kitchen.

He smiled when he spotted her. "There you are, are you ready for the party?"

She blinked at him a couple of times. "Party?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "The welcome party Althea and Az are having for Puss."

"Oh" Right, that party, and with Althea hosting alcohol would be abundant. "I just need to change"

Peter gave her a bright smile, moving to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss that left her breathless. "I just have to shower and then we can go."

He had already disappeared into the bathroom when she'd processed what he'd said. She tensed, expecting to her him call her name because he had found the test. The sound of the shower starting eased her worry as she moved to the bedroom to change.

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Guin bounced a little on her toes, full of nervous energy once more. Peter chuckled and wrapped an arm around her. "I thought I was the hyperactive one." Guin simply poked her tongue out at him.

Althea opened the door and there were hugs and happy greetings all around. She led the couple into the kitchen, offering them both a drink. Peter happily accepted, Guin however declined.

"No thank you, I'm fine for the moment"

Guin mingled throughout the evening, sticking reasonably close to Peter, using multiple excuses to deny alcohol.

"One of us has to make sure we get home properly"

"I need to be up early"

"I haven't been feeling well"

Part way through the night, she found herself alone in the kitchen with Azria. He lent against the sink, sipping a beer, looking over Guin almost critically as she helped herself to another soda.

"How long have you known?" He asks quietly.

"Hm?"

He gave her a warm smile and set his beer to the side. "You haven't had any alcohol tonight, you've barely left Peter's side and you're carrying yourself differently, more carefully. I take it you haven't told Peter yet?"

Guin's eyes widened as she understood what he was saying. She bit her lip. "I only found out a few hours ago, I- I'm not sure how to tell him. I don't know how he's going to react, it's not even something we've talked about" She hugged herself, looking away from Azria.

He wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Talk to him, he might surprise you." He gave her a gentle squeeze, picked his beer back up, clapping Peter on the shoulder as he passed him on the way out of the kitchen.

Peter grinned at Guin. "Here you are. I'd wondered where you'd gone." He wrapped her in a warm hug. "Are you ok? You haven't seemed quite yourself tonight." He buried his face in her neck, ghosting a gentle kiss or two there.

She hummed slightly, "I am some what tired, Perhaps we should head home?" She was definitely understating things, she felt utterly exhausted.

"Ok" He kissed the top of her head and laced his fingers through hers, leading her back through the party to find their hosts and say goodnight.

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Once they were home, Guin changed into her pyjamas and busied herself with washing her face while Peter brushed his teeth. She decided it was best to just say it outright.

"Peter?"

"Mmm?" He responded through a mouthful of toothbrush.

She took a calming breath. "I'm pregnant" She bit her lip, not looking at him, just listening to him finish brushing his teeth, tapping her fingers anxiously on the counter.

"Is that what took you so long earlier? When I got home?" He asked wiping toothpaste from his chin.

"I may have been freaking out"

"That explains what I found before my shower. " He glanced to the bathroom bin. "I didn't understand what it meant so I didn't mention it."

"Ok, how- how do you feel about it?" She tugged at her pyjama top, remaining where she was despite how desperately she wanted comfort. She hated how hard he was to read sometimes.

Peter scratched the back of his head. "I'm a little scared honestly, but it still hasn't really sunk in" He turned to look at her and smiled. "Come on, your turn to choose what we watch." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to their bedroom.