I can only imagine what the Minister for Communications, Digital Technology, Hon. Samuel Nartey George (Sam George),would have done with a bad network connection in the past few months under a different government.
Hon. @samgeorgegh
I highly recommend dating girls born into poverty, orphan girls, etc. The awe and gratitude you will see from such a woman is uniquely beautiful. Book a hotel and she will be amazed by the idea that someone out of sight magically makes the beds, hangs up towels and provides shampoo. She will cry with joy as she makes free coffee with the machine in the room and ask you “are you sure I can just… drink this?”. Then after you say yes, she will sip it with an excited smirk like she’s a bank robber who just got away with the most elaborate heist in history. Her childlike joy is contagious. It’s the same mesmerisation as when a little girl watches a butterfly for the very first time. It’s pure feminine wonder, and the natural reaction when you never expected something to be a part of your world. When a girl comes from the most challenging circumstances, the most simple and mundane things are a source of constant excitement. They’re a bonus, and your presence is more than enough to fulfil her. When she is born into wealth, there will be no limit to her entitlement. Daddy provided it, so you should too, as a baseline. The list of demands never ends and you will be quickly find yourself exhausted. Having dated the daughter of an oligarch, a girl born on the streets, and everything in between, I would pick the girl from the poorest circumstances every single time
My type isn’t huge breasts, blonde hair, wide hips, a beautiful face, or any of the usual things
What I’m really into is girls with such severe anxiety that they experience life at 1000X the intensity of all other humans
I love a girl who feels everything so deeply that she’ll cry at the sheer beauty of life 5 times per day, even the smallest criticism can shatter her whole world for 2 weeks, rendering her shellshocked in bed surrounded by all manner of comfort treats
I love a girl who hides herself away far out of sight, not because anyone forced her, but because her sensory world feels far too bright, too loud, too pointy, too violent
I love a girl who is so delicate her bones could easily be snapped by a gentle gust of wind. So sensitive that even the smallest shift in the weather or vibe in a room feels like a monstrous danger, as though her entire body has been precisely calibrated by a cruel designer God to continually detect the smallest threats that do not actually exist
I love a girl who never leaves her nest unless she has to, and fills her small world of safety with the softest blankets, familiar old tattered books, worn down pencils, and routines that never change, carefully constructing her snow globe sanctuary against a cruel world designed to destroy her
I love a girl who is so sensitive that even a slightly delayed text message feels to her like being forcefully pushed off a 1000ft cliff, plummeting and spiralling into a bottomless abyss of certain abandonment
I love a girl who reads into the smallest signs and interprets it as the beginning of the end, and preemptively flees to ensure she is not actually there to experience the decay of love, because that would be so incomprehensibly painful it would kill her from shock
I love a girl whose fear of rejection is so intense that she gets jealous lying beside me in bed, because she cannot monitor the contents of my dreams
I love a girl whose wounds are so raw that when I use a gas station restroom, she genuinely believes for 90 seconds that it was a fake excuse, and that in actuality I am taking a detour round the other side of the building to jump into a waiting car and speed away into the night, never to see her again, all because I never actually loved her
I love a girl who experiences moments of connection as overwhelmingly beautiful, yet also terrifying, because the deeper the bond, the more irreparably devastating the eventual loss, so she remains in a continual preparation to flee before it happens, never letting herself relax into receiving love
I love a girl whose entire relationship with love is fraught with deep anguish and pain, because loving someone is giving them the power to annihilate you, and so the more sensitive she is, the more it feels like she is volunteering for her own execution, and so all there is to do is hide from the possibility, especially if it gets close
Many such girls never even speak to a man. They spend their whole lives hiding, fully convinced it’s better to never trust, never open, all while slowly calcifying into a bone deep, visceral loneliness and eventual bitterness, paired with needing to constantly tell themselves it was the wise choice
Other girls like this leap once, but then after finding a man who truly loves them, they are sudddnly seized by an inexplicable terror and turn 180 degrees in midair, running away at the exact moment love might truly be here. Because destroying the relationship with their own hands is better than the agony of rejection. Better to burn it all down than to wait for certain abandonment
But once in a while, perhaps only once in thousands of lives, a girl like this meets someone whose love is so steady, patient and vast that she slowly begins to believe it might be real. She leaps. Despite her deepest instincts screaming that it will destroy her, by some mysterious grace, she truly surrenders. And in that impossible act of trust, everything in her is healed in a single moment
You can never force anyone to wake up to their own mind. If they choose to remain deep in self-created suffering, not a single word you say will ever reach them. The only way they can wake up is when they finally become bored of having the same experience of suffering again and again, potentially in hundreds of variations of the same theme. Only then might something click inside their mind that makes them wish to change the contents of their reality, truly reflect on their patterns and work to change. But even then, it’s startlingly rare, and many beings appear to be caught in infinite loops. Some because they just need to suffer even more. And some are so far gone that their spark of conscious awareness appears to have receded irreversibly into the background, leaving them as an absurd automata NPC caricature whose sole function is to be seen and humorously nudge others into awakeness. If you think anyone can be saved, try one thousand times then report what you find. You will find one thousand people going the same way they were always going. The one who cannot listen needed to go towards deeper suffering and destruction first. The rare one who could was already done with it and was ready with an open heart and outstretched hands. Even if this man didn’t find you, reality would have guided him home another way as a reflection of his intention, just as fast. The sufferer cannot be saved, any more than the saver can be stopped from trying to save others, until he also learns one thousand times; that everyone in this world is on their own path
The hardest facts i have ever heard from a woman 🔥
A man can sleep with 100 women and not be emotionally attached to any while it takes a certain level of emotional attachment for a woman to sleep with a man. This is why cheating can never be the same for both gender.
At the end of the day, men have high sex drive compared to women.
The reason I'm a polygamous man is because a single woman can't handle my fire. The best way to keep her alive for my children is to distribute my fire to multiple women.
As a woman, the next time your man cheats on you, blame yourself for not meeting up to his sex drive and failing to encourage him to marry a second wife.
The game might be brutal but it's still fair.
People in the past walked or rode animal miles away from home to visit family and friends but in today's world, returning a friend's missed call or replying a chat is a big deal.Thanks to blue tick, hide last seen feature and other features on social media apps, 'ghosting' people
People in the past walked or rode animal miles away from home to visit family and friends but in today's world, returning a friend's missed call or replying a chat is a big deal.Thanks to blue tick, hide last seen feature and other features on social media apps, 'ghosting' people
We have fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.
@Jakujajesusjoy God is not going to drag your bitter half formed soul intoa promised land, itwould spoil the milk and spoil the honey, you would wreck it within a year because you are not ready so he walks you until the readiness is not something you aspire to,it is something you are forged into
I told her the truth, and she doubted me when her body knows it, but I lied to her and she accepted it with a smiling face. The face has seen so much to believe again, the body recognizes the truth as it designed to be responsive.
“I will resign as MP if President John Dramani Mahama does not sign the Anti-LGBTQ+ bill after it is passed,” —Mohammed Adams Sukparu, Deputy Minister for Communication, Digital Technology & Innovations.
Watch here: https://t.co/vwMZVpdRhJ
#BreakfastDaily #GhanaPolitics #AntiLGBTQBill #Mahama #ChannelOneTV #CitiFM
If the minister indeed made this statement, why can't they prioritize a single cohort, such as the 2023 badge graduates, comprising over 12,000 individuals, and then proceed to other badges? There's nothing comparative about the recruitment, rather it's deception.
I believe the recruitment process is flawed. How can you accommodate three cohorts with only 7,000 positions when one cohort alone exceeds the required number by more than double?
#MoE#GES#ghana#NTC#Ministryofeducation