The agent promised my aunt and her husband that their relocation dreams would become a reality.
He showed them brochures and photos of Toronto. He showed them the life they could have there.
They sold everything.
The duplex. The cars. The furniture. My aunt's jewelry. Her husband's land.
They borrowed from friends. Family contributed to support them.
They paid him. Every kobo.
Then , one day, he called them, "Your papers are approved. Book your flight. Canada is waiting."
They cried. They thanked God.
They resigned from their jobs and withdrew their children from their expensive private schools.
Then they packed their bags.
A very close couple that I know believe so much in 50/50 parenting. They proudly shared how they split school runs, feeding, hospital bills and everything concerning their toddler.
Then one routine hospital test changed their entire marriage.
The DNA result showed the husband wasn't the biological father.
He was devastated. He confronted his wife, and after days of arguing, she finally admitted she had a “brief" affair early in their marriage.
She begged him not to leave.
She cried, “You’ve carried this child since birth. He knows you as his father. How can you just walk away from him?”
The man replied:
“You didn't just cheat on me. You made me spend years building a life around a truth you knew wasn't true.”
She reminded him that the child was innocent and pleaded with him to keep providing for him.
But he filed for divorce and said he was renouncing legal paternity and financial responsibility.
She called him “a heartless man”.
He replied:
“I didn't choose to abandon a child. I chose to stop pretending that you didn't take away my right to make that choice.”
Who's truly heartless?
ONE STOCK. 27,900% PRICE APPRECIATION.
Julius Berger has delivered roughly 27,900% price appreciation since its IPO.
Today, the stock trades around ₦310.
But here's the question:
If you bought a stock decades ago and it had already given you a 27,900% gain…
Would you sell?
Or would you keep holding as long as the business remained strong?
This is the part of investing people rarely talk about:
Knowing entry point is one skill.
Knowing exit to sell is another.
My mother called me around midnight.
“Come home. I’m dying.”
She was crying, so I started crying too. I booked the first flight out of Lagos. I didn’t even bother asking for leave. I just left.
I got to her house the next morning, only to find her perfectly fine. Cooking. Laughing. Going about her day.
Then she saw me.
“You’re here. Good. Your cousin’s wedding is on Saturday. I’ve already told everyone you’re coming. They think you’re doing well in Lagos.”
I just stood there with my bags.
She didn’t actually need me. She just wanted to show me off.
I stayed for one day and flew back.
She hasn’t called me since.
And honestly, I’m not sorry.
Was I wrong to leave?
Every Tuesday at ten, my wife carried a brass pocket mirror out to the garage, wiped the glass with an alcohol swab, and leaned it against the rear left tire of my car. She looked into it for a full minute. Then she took it back inside.
I assumed it was alignment, or a neighborhood prank. When I asked, she said her father used to check his tires that way. I believed her. I drove that car forty miles a day and never once knelt down to look.
Then the tire blew on the interstate in October, and the shop put the car on a lift. The mechanic called me over and pointed a flashlight at the inside of the wheel well. Hundreds of lines of white chalk covered the metal, in rows, tiny and neat. They were written where only a mirror on the floor could read them...
My mother-in-law hosts a big family dinner once a year. There’s one strict rule: everyone must bring a homemade dish of their choice.
It was my first time attending, and that period was crazy for me.
I was trying to sort out the house while keeping up with office work.
So I came with store-bought food.
She looked at it and asked why I didn’t cook.
I told her honestly, “Mama, I’m not a stay-at-home mother. I simply didn’t have the time.”
She took my food and served it to her dog.
I said nothing.
@DanisonPatience Honestly, I would have left it there too. If you can embarrass me over a plate of food, don’t expect me to suddenly forget it when you need my help later.
An overthinker is not simply someone who thinks a lot.
It is someone who often keeps analysing a situation long after they have gathered enough information to make a decision.
They analyse, create different scenarios, think about what could go wrong,imagine different outcomes, wait for the right time.
Then they get it and start analysing everything over again.
And because they want to make the perfect decision, they sometimes end up making no decision at all.
Meanwhile, someone else sees an opportunity and simply goes for it.
They dont know exactly how things will turn out. They just make a decision and figure things out along the way.
Sometimes, the difference isn't that they know more than you.
They have simply learnt to act without needing complete certainty first.
And honestly, constantly thinking without eventually deciding can become a problem in almost every area of life.
Are you an over thinker??
How difficult is it for you??
@TheSupportVa I overthink too, and sometimes the hardest part isn’t making the decision. It’s accepting that I’ll never have all the answers before I make it.
Do you judge people by what they tweet here, or do you separate the person from their opinions and tweets?
Me? I'm sorry, I see you as what you tweet.🫣