My friend said the happiness he gets from being married to his wife equates to the satisfaction people get from financial security when they look at their bank account. He is not even rich but he is very content and very happy. I've known him for over a decade and his financial situation has never affected his mood or relationship. Very decent fellow.
One day he was with me what she called his wife and told her he is feeling very generous and she should ask for anything. This woman said "popcorn" and he laughed. He told her that your husband is feeling generous and you are asking for popcorn. She said, "but that is what I want na. Buy me popcorn."
I just smiled and shook my head because I know many rich people who do not have what he has.
A man that has the best plans for a woman, or even the thought of settling down with her, can ghost for just one wrong statement.
Men, especially the ones ready to settle down don't overlook or forgive somethings, they don't even give room for discussions. Some red flags just equals to ghosting.
You are the one who would make the move.
You are the one who would plan the date.
You are the one who would fund it.
If you are stupid enough, you are the one who will kneel for a ring you used your hard earned money to get to be accepted.
You are the one who will fund the wedding and do the runaround.
You are the one who will stay up at night, every night, figuring how to make money to perform your responsibilities as a man as society won’t spare you anything.
You are the one the world holds responsible for the security and safety of the home.
You are the one who does the rigorous work in and outside the home. You are the electrician, the Doctor, the plumber, the security man, the one with the big memory never to forget birthdays and every little detail or you face trouble and nagging or silent treatment.
You are the one who bears responsibility for her family difficulties. It is not written but it is expected.
On bed, you do the work during mekwe. You are the one who has to adjust to her body language/mood when she wants a child. At best, you BOTH want a child and you BOTH have sex.
When the child is born, it is “HER CHILD” and if she gets upset, she takes HER CHILD/CHILDREN with her (if they are actually yours anyway).
Then if she doesn’t leave with the children, she reminds you of all she went through “to make you a father” while all you had to do was NOTHING. Just a penis. She carried for 9 months. Pushed. Breastfed. Had insomnia. Body changes. All that sacrifice just to make you a Dad cos it was only you who wanted a child and wanted to marry. She did you a favour for which you owe her your life and servitude from eternity unto all eternity.
If you talk too much, she gaslights you, waits till the children grow up and make them see how “absent” you were in their upbringing and she, the heroine.
Possible loneliness and aloneness in your old age. A futile journey you really didn’t have to embark on.
Brighton bought a teenager for about £4m and sold him to Chelsea for £115m. The man running the club is a professional gambler. This week he did it again, paying £21.5m for an 18-year-old from the Swedish league.
The gambler is Tony Bloom. Before football, he made his money at the poker table and in sports betting, where the whole skill is spotting something priced too low and betting big on it. He bought Brighton and ran it the same way.
Caicedo is the one everyone remembers. Brighton signed Moisés Caicedo from a club in Ecuador for about £4m and sold him to Chelsea two seasons later for £115m, the most a British club had ever paid for a player at the time. Marc Cucurella cost £15m and left for Chelsea at £62m. Liverpool paid £35m for Alexis Mac Allister, a £7m buy from Argentina. João Pedro went the same way last summer, £30m in and up to £60m out, also to Chelsea. Same move every time. Buy a kid cheap, give him a season or two to get good, then sell him to a giant at the peak of his price.
The trick is that Brighton barely guesses. Bloom owns a sports-betting company, and the club runs a private piece of software that scans players across the planet and flags the ones going for less than they are worth, usually teenagers in leagues the big clubs cannot be bothered to watch, in places like Ecuador, Argentina, Japan and now Sweden. They look for the position they need anywhere on earth, plan a year or two ahead, and have a cheap replacement ready before the star is even sold. In late 2024 they let go of most of their human scouts and leaned on the computer instead.
And it works. Brighton made the biggest profit any club has ever posted in the Premier League, around £123m in a single year, and the Caicedo money had not even come in yet. They pulled it off with the 13th-biggest wage bill in the league and one of the cheapest squads in it.
Chelsea alone have now handed Brighton about £237m for Caicedo, Cucurella and João Pedro. They are paying for the very machine that keeps beating them. And two of the four clubs Brighton held off to sign that Swedish kid this week were Chelsea and Newcastle.
So an 18-year-old from Stockholm, bought for £21.5m, is just the next chip on the gambler's table. If the pattern holds, some giant pays over £100m for him in a few years, and Brighton starts the whole thing again with the winnings.
Wale Edun told the IMF to their face just last week. Nigeria is not taking your loan. He turned down the offer publicly in Washington while attending the IMF-World Bank Spring Meetings.
Four days later, he was “out of the cabinet”.
Now today, Tinubu has gone back to Senate asking for $516.3 million from Deutsche Bank. For a road. The same man who has already borrowed $6 billion in the last month alone.
They say Edun resigned on health grounds. Very convenient health that started the moment he became an obstacle to borrowing.
Taiwo Oyedele just arrived. His first assignment? Rubber-stamp the next loan letter. That is the job description now.
Back when universities in Nigeria were just starting to adopt online payment systems, a federal school with about 32,000 students decided to go digital.
Before then, everything was manual, long queues at the bank.
Receipts stamped and restamped with chaos every semester.
So when the new system launched, it felt like progress.
Pay your fees online, generate your receipt instantly and no stress.
Students loved it.
What they didn’t know… was that the system had a silent observer.
A backend engineer who helped build part of the payment module.
He was a quiet guy and always on time.
Never loud in meetings.
During development, he introduced a small piece of logic of his own.
It didn’t break anything and dint affect confirmations neither did it stop receipts from generating.
But what it did mehn was just one thing.
It shaved off a tiny fraction from transaction charges….
….and redirected it somewhere else.
So small no student would ever notice.
Sometimes N10, N20, N50 at most.
And since over 32,000 students were paying fees, acceptance charges, hostel fees, departmental dues….
It added up and was neat and fast.
The system worked perfectly.
The Payments reflected, and receipts were printed with no complaints.
Years passed, the school expanded the system with more features and payments.
Meaning more money flowing through.
And quietly, that “invisible stream” kept flowing too.
There were no alarms or need for audits deep enough….with no suspicion strong enough.
Because everything balanced….on the surface.
Eventually, the university upgraded to a new system….this is where I came in as the new vendor with a more modern infrastructure
The old system was retired.
No forensic audit or deep investigation was done.
Just migration…. and move on.
The logs were archived, code was forgotten and the engineer had already left long before.
Years later, my team and I were working on something related to the system.
Out of curiosity, we started digging into the old structure… just to understand how things used to work so we can update something.
That was when we saw it.
The quiet code sitting down there
But once you notice it, you can’t unsee it.
A tiny hole which was perfectly designed.
I asked questions who wrote this part of the code.
They told me,
“Oh… the guy who built that part? He relocated to the US.”
I asked for his contact.
They laughed.
“Funny guy. He blocked everyone after he left. Even his Facebook disappeared.”
And then they started saying good things about him.
“Very brilliant.”, “Calm guy.”, “he is a Solid engineer.”
So I just nodded.
No need to explain what I saw or reopen ghosts.
Because at that point…
it is what it is.
Let’s move on.
In 2017, someone contacted me out of the blues….. that’s a story for another day
If your fiancée dyed her hair brown, on white top, black jean VERY BUSTY and is around SUNVIEW ALAGBAKA AKURE and you guys are about to get married as she is pregnant, the baby is not yours ooo.
She is angrily telling the actual owner of the belle here, her sugar daddy, rich, rides a FORD explorer and smokes tobacco like a chimney, how you and her best friend had issues over money.
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