anansi.

de(v/f)iant

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

warlock mode

[Lyn🦋 @_ayandamay]

Why does it feel like every girl has to unlock the narcissist, the avoidant, and the warlock before the healthy relationship? 😭

So… what level are y’all on?

[Anthony 🎨 @artbysal]

@Peterisrandom Read this book to learn about attachment styles. It really wakes you up to why everyone is the way they are.

[leodavincs @leodavincs3]

50.000 DOLARA SATILAN WEB SİTESİNİ, BU ADAM YAPAY ZEKAYA FABLE 5'E KODSUZ ŞEKİLDE KURDURUYOR. (Türkçe Altyazılı)👇

Hem de 16 dakikada, tek kuruş almadan anlatarak.
Kullandığı model Claude Fable 5. Yöntem şu:

>Pinterest'ten sinematik, animasyonlu bir referans buluyor, görseli ve videoyu yapay zekada ürettiriyor, sonra siteyi Fable'a bölüm bölüm kurduruyor.
>Çıkan şey animasyonlu, etkileşimli, mobil uyumlu. Elle koda hiç dokunmuyor.

İşin para kazandıran kısmı da videoda açık: siteyi videoya çevirip X'te paylaşıyor, müşteri buluyor. İlk kare önizleme resmidir, kötüyse video ölür. Kullandığı araçları etiketliyor, onlar repost atıyor.

Açıklamaya roman yazmıyor, satışı ilk yoruma saklıyor.

Ajans, şablon, aylık paket derken oyun çoktan değişti. Artık 50 bin dolarlık işi kimin yaptığı önemli değil, kimin daha önce fark ettiği önemli.

[Daily Loud @DailyLoud]

Cristiano Ronaldo signed a random woman’s Portugal jersey in Los Angeles and she later allegedly sold it on eBay for $172,000

[Mr. Láyí @layiwasabi]

over-respectfulness fit turn man to mumu

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care
In another life, I surely was there
Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care
I care, I care

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

See, in the perfect world, I would be perfect, world
I don't trust people enough beyond their surface, world
I don't love people enough to put my faith in man
I put my faith in these lyrics, hoping I make a band

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions
Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen?
The better part, the human heart, you love 'em or dissect 'em
Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question?

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

this is so wrong for the black stars i knew growing up

[Max The Airbnb Guy🏡 @Maxtheairbnbguy]

Anybody still arguing this in big 2026 is just ignorant. Lube is not a sign that something is wrong. It is a tool. A tool for comfort, for pleasure, for protecting what matters. Women's bodies are not machines. They do not always produce the same amount of lubrication, and that is completely normal.

Fatigue, stress, hormones, medication, cycle changes all of these affect natural lubrication. It does not mean she is not attracted to you. It does not mean she is not enjoying herself. It means she is human.

Using lube is not a failure. It is an upgrade. It makes sex better for both of you. It reduces friction. It increases pleasure. It shows that you care about her comfort and her experience.

[Big Willy @bigwillySZN]

The masculine edge to promise a girl things you have no intention of delivering on >>>>>

[Nαɳα Kɯαɱҽ @NanaKwame_off]

This is Heartbreaking Story 💔💔💔......Ridge Hospital Must Sit Up.

Folks, last night I lost my wife at Ridge Hospital!’
My wife checked in at the hospital Sunday evening. She had been due for surgery Monday morning.

We agreed that I would return to the hospital in the afternoon when she would have returned from the theater.
That’s how it happened. I returned to her. She narrated the experience to me. I stayed with her till 8pm when the orderly came to ask me to leave.

When I returned the next morning, my wife had taken a turn for the worst. She was sweating profusely and was in severe pain. The change was really dramatic.

I asked her if the doctor had seen her. She said no but the nurse had given her medication earlier on. She asked me to take her to the washroom. By this time she was screaming in pain.
I managed to sit her on the WC. But as she attempted to relieve herself she suddenly went limp and crumbled onto the floor. She was unconscious.

I rushed out to seek help. A couple of nurses came in to help. She regained consciousness but she was in a terrible shape.
The next one hour was hell as there was no doctor immediately available.
After about an hour the doctor arrived. He examined my wife and asked the nurse what medication had been administered. The nurse mentioned something I don’t remember. The doctor asked if she was sure and she said yes.
The doctor then went through my wife’s folder for a few minutes.

« But I didn’t prescribe that », he said.

My heart missed a beat.

There was a back and forth between the doctor and the nurse, which attracted two other nurses.
One of the new entrants said yes, he the doctor didn’t prescribe it but another doctor did so later.

The doctor said he was going to call him right now. He walked out the room followed by the nurses.

I followed them into the lobby.

He picked the phone and called someone. From the conversation, it was clear that the other doctor had promptly admitted to prescribing the drug.

Folks, I swear by my father’s grave that my wife’s doctor said something like this.

“ I can’t believe you have done this again. This is the second time. This woman’s case is similar to the other one but you have done it again”.

Folks, at this point I started feeling very cold.

What happened next is the reason I am writing this. But for it I would never share this on social media.
As our doctor was scolding the other doctor, they nurses were laughing heartily. Even the doctor was scolding his colleague somehow jokingly.

Yes, my wife lay dying and the nurses were laughing that a doctor had apparently prescribed the wrong medication for her. I was not angry and I was not mad.

I just felt cold. Very cold.

A lot happened subsequently as they tried to save her. They prescribed some drugs which I bought. Then they prescribed some more drugs which I bought. Then they prescribed more. Then they wanted a test done which we did. Earlier, my sister-in-law who had held the fort while I went to see the kids had also been made to buy drugs.

In the end I was left alone with my wife.

At 8 pm the orderly came to ask me to leave.
I drove home filled with a huge feeling of emptiness. I could not sleep. I tossed around in bed the whole night. At around 4 am I fell asleep.

My sister-in-law was to take up the relay this morning. I was to go and teach my students and then return to replace her. We took turns taking care of my wife.
My sister-in-law called me at 6 am which is the visiting time at the hospital.

I had overslept.
“Brother Imma, are you coming? The doctors want to see you immediately”.

“I am on my way”, I lied. I hurriedly jumped into a crumpled jeans and an old Lacoste. I did not bath. I did not brush my teeth. I don’t how I drove to Ridge Hospital. My wife died at 11 pm last night, three hours after I left her.
A lady in the ward told me she collapsed and died. Just like that.
By the way, my sister-in-law told me that when she got to the ward this morning she overheard doctors and nurses arguing over “wrong medication”
I am not angry. I am sad. Deeply sad. Indescribably sad.

Folks, let’s be clear. I have no evidence that the wrong medication killed my wife. I have requested for an autopsy.

I also appreciate the efforts made by some of the nurses to save the life of my wife. One particular nurse was very kind to me and I pray God’s blessings on her.

What I cannot accept, and why I am writing this, is that health workers find it funny that the wrong medication had apparently been administered to my wife. They were laughing. It was a joke. My wife’s life was a joke.

My wife heard the whole story unfold. How did she feel lying there listening?
I kept thinking “Is my wife’s life worth so little”?
Is that all she is worth? Can’t they see she is my wife? Can’t they see me standing there listening to them?

Now I have been thinking. I am a senior public servant, the head of a public tertiary institution. If this happened to me then I shudder to think of what can happen to an ordinary person in our country.

Folks, I am not courting sympathy. I have thought carefully before posting this.

Here is the thing:
Nobody, absolutely nobody deserves to experience this. It falls far below any idea of human decency. This should never happen again.

That is why I am calling out Ridge Hospital.

I am asking you a special favor. Please, help me call out Ridge Hospital.

It is me today. It could be you tomorrow.
Please, share my post again and again till it gets to the authorities of Ridge Hospital.

Hopefully they will sit up. Hopefully they will stop treating human life like statistics. Hopefully, they will understand that every patient is a person, a wife, a husband, a mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a cousin, a grandmother and a father that is dearly beloved by someone.

Thank you.

It’s been 6 years, no justice.

Director of Ghana Institute of Languages (GIL) Dr Emmanuel Kobina Kuto heartbreaking story about medical negligence at Ridge Hospital

[Greg @KutthroatG_]

Bruh

[Favour Y. @FavourYusuf1]

A woman genuinely loving you is one of the scariest things you can experience.

You comprehend for the first time how much pain and hurt you can do to a soul if you do the wrong thing.

If you are the right man, this should drive you to intense self-development; to make sure that you never lead her wrong, or misplace the gift she has given you

[smoothie @shedrinkswater]

Men do not understand the magnitude of attraction a woman who loves them can feel toward them.

They underestimate what their presence in this universe does to her body. She can lose her mind from the mere thought of him touching her. It becomes consuming. All she can think about is touching this beautiful creature, this man she sees as both the most ruthless monster and the most tender thing alive. She looks at him and sees the boy and the beast in him and the man who will go out into the world and conquer it.

The structure of his chest, lips, face, hair, hands, throat, every single part of him begins to feel impossibly perfect. The man you love starts looking like a masterpiece. You want to grab him, kiss him, hold him, crawl into his skin, become softer than you have ever allowed yourself to be, and give him everything your body has been saving.

A woman in love wants to devote herself to him. She wants to pour her life-force into him, make a world with him, become the place he returns to, the warmth he rests inside, the woman who belongs to him because she chose him with every part of herself.

He becomes the centre of her universe. The attraction is so strong it feels almost gravitational, as if his existence bends the space around her and he becomes the sun. Even the thought of him whispering into her ear sends currents down her spine and her legs weaken, body forgets its own rules. Around him, shame begins to dissolve because desire becomes stronger than restraint.

You cannot stop yourself from touching him. You go beyond all your little rules of composure, modesty, and self-control. He makes you lose the shame you thought was hard to break. The desire becomes so intense that your mind fills with the most feral, beautiful thoughts, and all you want is to make him yours, be his, carry his children into the world, and belong to the man your entire body has already recognised.

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

I see say Ghana dey open up to try equalize
Big Mistake

[Miracle @mimi90457]

For the Love of Friday🥹👩🏻‍🦯

[𝕾𝖎𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 @eagleseyeinc]

if you're selling to broke people, sell them a way out. if you're selling to rich people, sell them safety. if you're selling to young people, sell them potential. if you're selling to old people, sell them the legacy they'll leave behind. if you're selling to employees, sell them freedom from their boss. if you're selling to bosses, sell them freedom from their employees.

[Muna @Munalozy]

In a relationship we beg, we apologize, we unite and we fix things. Don't let social media fool you.

[anansi. @DOORAGS]

@myafiaaa The *Beauty