Every time I watch this short movie, I find myself writing something about it. Some stories touch your heart so deeply that words come naturally, no matter how many times you watch them.
Everyone should watch this movie at least once. ❤️
Repeatedly pushing someone past their limit so you can weaponize their reaction and paint yourself as the victim is calculated, cowardly, and pure evil.
@Pitchside_CF 👏❤️ She has sacrificed enough for her son! Refusing to co-sign a $28k loan is not being a bad mother. Punching a wall beside her head and threatening her is unacceptable. Love your children, but never at the cost of your safety and peace. 💯💔
🚨 BREAKING: A Black couple showed up to tour an apartment in Queens... and the broker accidentally texted THEM instead of the owner: "Ugh. They are Black."
They'd just moved from Delaware for her new job. Now they're SUING Douglas Elliman, the agent AND the owners.
"It doesn't change the pain. It doesn't take away the pain you caused us that day."
Think about it. They were judged before they even had a chance.
They only found out because she texted the wrong person. Most people never do.
Sometime in 2022, my husband went to exchange $1,000 for naira. At the time, the exchange rate was around N500 to a dollar, so he received a little over N500,000.
After the transaction, he drove to the bank to deposit the money. As he stepped out of his car and approached the bank, he decided to give something to one of the security men, who was already familiar with him.
He reached into his wallet, and to his surprise, the same $1,000 he had supposedly exchanged was still there!
He was confused.
“Ah! But I’ve changed this money now. How come the dollars are still in my wallet?”
That was when it dawned on him that the people at the exchange office had handed him the naira without collecting the dollars.
Somehow, in the middle of their conversation, everyone got distracted. They counted out the naira and handed it to him without collecting the dollars first, even though their usual practice was to collect the foreign currency before handing over its naira equivalent.
Now, imagine having over N500,000 in your possession that nobody knew you had received by mistake.
My husband admitted that, for a brief moment, a thought crossed his mind.
“Guy, this money fit solve plenty problems o! There’s even something faulty in your car that you’ve been planning to fix. This money can take care of it. Besides, these people don’t know where you live. How would they even find you?”
But almost immediately, he dismissed the thought.
“This money doesn’t belong to me. I cannot keep it.”
He contacted someone at the exchange office and explained what had happened.
The man was completely surprised. Apparently, they hadn’t even realised that anything was wrong with the transaction. As far as they were concerned, their accounts hadn’t revealed any discrepancy at that point.
Nevertheless, my husband returned to the exchange office and handed over the $1,000 they had forgotten to collect.
They were grateful, thanked him, and that was the end of it.
Now, why am I sharing this story?
Because I strongly believe that there are still genuinely honest people in this world. People whose integrity is not dependent on whether anyone is watching or whether they can get away with wrongdoing.
For some people, taking what doesn’t belong to them is simply out of the question, regardless of how much they need it or how easily they could get away with it.
My husband could have kept that money, and perhaps nobody would ever have discovered what happened. But he understood that someone’s mistake was not an opportunity for him to enrich himself.
Integrity is not merely about doing the right thing when people are watching. It is about choosing to do what is right even when dishonesty appears more rewarding.
And yes, people like that still exist.
And it's only people who engage with us that have been featured in the Vision Book 📕
Just FYI because I know when this book comes out some people will soon say they were not consulted
I thank God the Task Force is our witness ans our acknowledgement letters too 😂
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If someone doesn’t want to be with you, they don’t like you, validate you, approve you, shake the dust off and move on. Accept that they’re not a part of your story.
Be inspired by this message from Joel, "Let Them Walk". https://t.co/KpspxxmnN3
I've lived in the same apartment building in Tokyo for 11 years.
I know zero names.
That's normal here. We nod in the elevator. We do not speak.
Then Mike moved in on the third floor.
Ohio. Six-foot-four. Laughs like a truck starting up.
Day 1: He knocked on every door with a plate of cookies.
(In Japan, when you move in, you give your neighbors a small towel. Then you leave. Mike gave cookies. Then he stayed and talked.)
Week 1: He knew everyone's name. Including the dog's.
Then there was Mrs. Sato on the first floor.
She's 84. Her husband passed away ten years ago. She lives alone.
In 11 years, I had never heard her voice.
Every Tuesday, Mike carried her groceries up the steps. She didn't speak English. He didn't speak Japanese.
They talked anyway. Mostly about the photo of her husband by the door.
Then one morning, her curtains stayed closed.
Mike noticed.
Nobody else did. I didn't.
He knocked. No answer. He called the building manager.
She had fallen the night before. She'd been on the floor all night.
She's okay now.
But the building isn't the same.
People say good morning. The elevator has conversations.
Last month, we had our first rooftop potluck. Nobody knew what a potluck was. Mike explained it twice.
Mrs. Sato brought 40 rice balls.
And then she laughed at something Mike said.
That was the first time I ever heard her voice.
Mike moved back to Ohio this week.
On his last morning, the whole building came down to the lobby. Kids. Grandparents. The dog.
Mrs. Sato handed him a box.
Inside: one thousand paper cranes.
In Japan, you fold a thousand cranes for someone you want to protect. Her hands shake. She had been folding them since the day he found her.
Then she said the English sentence she had practiced every day for a week.
"Please... come back."
Mike was crying too hard to answer in English.
So he answered in the Japanese he had been secretly practicing.
"Kanarazu kaette kimasu."
In Japanese, that doesn't mean "I'll visit."
It's what you say when you're coming home.
If you don’t decide how you’re going to live, circumstances will decide for you. You’ll see every problem, and how it’s not going to work out. But the Scripture says, “Joy comes in the morning.” Every morning, God sends a fresh supply of joy. Receive it.
If you want to learn human psychology, run a farm in Nigeria. One afternoon, a very well-dressed woman drove into my farm in a clean SUV. She wasn't joking around; she wanted a massive, heavy finisher pig for an upcoming event.
After inspecting the pens, she pointed at our biggest landrace, a solid, stubborn beast that ate feed like a cultist. We haggled, agreed on a serious amount, and loaded the pig into a cage at the back of her truck.
Everything was going smoothly until it was time to balance the payment. She had transferred the bulk of the money, but 100k remained.
Suddenly, her phone screen started buffering. She tapped it once, twice, and then sighed dramatically.
"Ah, bros, network is messing up o!" she announced, looking up with a face full of manufactured distress. "The app is just loading. You know how bank apps are these days. But trust me, the money has left my account; it’s just network delay."
I folded my arms and smiled. I’ve heard that story before. Network issues will never stop people from receiving alerts when money enters their own account, but it always freezes when money is leaving!
She tried to start the engine, urging me to let her go, promising she would send it as soon as she got home.
Omoh! That was when my village people left me and common sense took over.
I calmly walked past her, opened the driver’s door of her SUV, reached in, and pulled out her car keys right from the ignition.
She screamed, "Hey! What are you doing?!"
I looked her dead in the eye and said:
"Madam, network may be bad in Nigeria, but poverty is worse. Until that 100k hits my alert, this vehicle is officially parked on this farm as a tenant. You can trek home or wait for the network to fix itself."
She jumped down, threatening to call police, call heaven and earth, while shouting that I was very rude. I didn't stress myself; I just sat on a bucket close to the gate and crossed my legs.
Guess what happened next?
Within two minutes, the network miracle of the century occurred! Her phone pinged. Bling!
Alert received! 100,000 Naira flat!
The same network that was dead, buried, and decomposing suddenly transformed into 5G ultra-speed.
She snatched her keys from my hand, hissed like a startled cobra, jumped into her car, and sped off with her pig like someone escaping from prison.
As she drove away, she looked at me like I was the main demon in her village. But my account balance was complete, the pig was gone, and peace reigned in the land! 🤣🤣🤣
This is so accurate, I am an only girl for my Mum and have 3 younger Brothers.
I had to actually physically sat down with Her, Explained the rules of engagement, what's possible with Genz marriages and generational changes and possibilities.
And told Her She's not to visit without consent and communication with my Brother's wife. I don't meddle in there marriages and She's not allowed to.
I have created what I can call an healthy boundaries, so no wife is allowed to disrespect my Mum too because She won't carry Her Kaya beyond where its needed including Omugwo. If you don't ask for, She won't come either. We do naming and everyone vamoose.
I actually told Her, if I hear any complaints about you, I will call you witch myself before any other person does. It has worked really well. She lives in my house, My Brothers kids comes on holiday, some are with Her.
I take care of my Mum, I won't dump Her on any Daughter in law, They all know, they are here. Now if you disrespect Her for whatever reason , I will personally come hard on such wife myself. Its that simple
I feel we all should support them to adjust, there lives are way different from ours and they are more tolerant than us I think
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@ChumaNnoli Happy Birthday Mr. Nnoli the rhyme master, Sports Presenter Mc, Author and more. May your coast be enlarged and your cords lengthened this new year. Amen
@nathan__oji Watching a series is one thing, understanding and correlating the message is another.... The bastardisation of our educational system is by design.