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@ogheneovooshike@QualityQuadry@QualityQuadry You said he is out to transform. What has he transformed?
Is it the food price hike or what? Remember that you will not get any VIP treatment when you buy foodstuff and we will all suffer it, and don't be surprise if yours is worse.
You married a woman, but she cannot know how much you earn?
Then what or who exactly did you marry?
A roommate?
Your wife should not have to investigate your finances like EFCC is looking for evidence.
“This is what I earn.”
“This is what I owe.”
“These are my responsibilities.”
“This is what we can afford.”
These conversations should not frighten two people who have agreed to build a life together.
And let us be clear: telling your wife what you earn does not mean surrendering control of your money to her.
Transparency is not the same thing as foolishness.
A man owes his wife financial transparency and his wife owes him financial accountability.
But if you believe she cannot be trusted with even the knowledge of your income, then the bigger problem is not your salary.
The bigger question is why you married someone you cannot trust with important information about your life.
A healthy marriage needs trust, and financial honesty is part of that trust.
You cannot be one flesh emotionally, spiritually and physically, then become two separate governments immediately money enters the discussion.
Something no balance.
End.
@Sistaliano God please, let her be arrested for defamation.
That money APC paid you is what you'll use to bail yourself because they'll never come out to fight for you.
@TemidayoOniosun When you say bunch of....., I believe you should have began with yourself for leaving Nigeria to study in Scotland and even further in US.
G*lli*le fellow.
You think I'm happy living abroad?
I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.
People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.
You think I'm happy?
That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.
How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.
You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?
WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?
Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?
If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?
If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?
Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?
You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.
That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.
You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?
You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.
For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?
I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.
@UnkleAyo Violence has begun. Kindly find time and watch our SA to BAT on policy communication interview on Al jazeera...man, his performance was stunning. What's your view on his performance? @UnkleAyo
@Joshking1740@jon_d_doe I need your honest opinion...is clud de nuit worth it?
I got these three, but none comes close to Giorgio Black Special Edition 2 wonders, and I need a replacement because it’s no longer in production.
@jon_d_doe Agba, make she top am up with banana and condensed milk.
2 hours before match, make she slice bitter kola and ginger come boil them together give you drink😅
@jon_d_doe The Looting Machine, Stealing Africa, The Congo Crown Domain by E.D. Morel, My Transition Hours by GEJ, Thomas Sankara: The Upright Man, The Berlin Conference 1884 - 1885 and Scramble for Africa documentaries/book explains alot about the westerners.