MOMENTS OF COGITATION
QUESTION 2 (TWO)
IS IT A SIN TO LOVE?
Like a blacksmith, i have hammered on a particular spot severally to bring out a point. But you turn deaf ears to it. I have consistently focus on you alone as the source of my happiness.
@guzu_p Lesson there,
Reminder,
"When brothers fight each other, strangers inherit their land, Lack of loyalty within family benefits outsiders."
- African Proverb
Fela was one the most impactful people of his generation, he was an Economist as well
In his song, Overtake Don Overtake Overtake, released 1989, he explains, Savings, Minimum wage, Inflation, Foreign Exchange, and Consumption.
What i found interesting was that his friend the civil servant, did not have credit.
RIP Fela
"My friend wan come buy fan
Him dey sweat for him dey sleep for room
Him dey fall level of tree
The fan na seventy-five naira
My friend him dey follow salary
Him dey try to save and save and save
Every time he nearly buy the fan
Government go add ten naira more
Every time he nearly buy the fan
Government go start one activity
Till the fan reach two hundred naira
My friend nearly die, he never die
My friend he no wan die
Die-die no dey for him dictionary
For where? Huh...
Him dey try to save and save again
Him save for one year and six months
Inside cupboard
Under pillow
Under, under cooking pot
Inside socks
Under carpet
Him dey on his way to buy the fan
When alarm come blow
Government announce second tier
Everything come tear to pieces
Everything come expensive
Even water become expensive
Second bass, jare... pop!
Fan don become seven hundred naira
Me and my friend start to look ourselves
He remain small make my friend dey cry
Na laugh laugh he catch monkey
Na now he come understand him life
Enjoyment can never come him way
Na now him life dey go reverse
In Africa, him fatherland
One more time.."
Last year, a supposed daughter of mine told me she was interested in one of my sons abroad.
He’s a single father of 2 beautiful boys as the wife ran away with her ex boyfriend after taking her abroad.
After forth and back, I told the guy and they started dating.
This morning my son sent me a voice note my supposed daughter sent to him.
In the Voicenote she was telling him they need to stop telling me about their relationship that she doesn’t trust me.
She said she only trust her mother and her mother’s Alfa. The mother also spoke in the voicenote that she’s informed the Alfa and he asked my son to call him.
My informed me so I told him to play along.
He requested for his number and they sent it and he called the Alfa.
The Alfa told him that they need to do spiritual work for him to cleans him that I’ve tied him that he will only be listening to him and can never make any decisions on his own.
He recorded everything and sent it to me. I told him to proceed, so he called the girl and told her he’s ready to be freed from me.
They called the Alfa together and he sent them a list of unknown items needed for the cleansing and everything would cost N2.4m. (Two million four hundred thousand naira).
He asked for an account number and they sent it, I sent the account details to a friend and we checked and saw that the account belongs to her mother.
I’ve called the girl and her mother to thank them and my son has instructed his sisters to send the girl out of his house.
He’ll be coming to Nigeria Next month to collect everything in her Possession.
A lot of people are very good at paying evil for good.
“Apart from that, what else do you do?”
Nigerians have been conditioned to think you must be doing multiple things to make money. You tell somebody what you’re doing and they ask “apart from that, what else do you do?”
You people don’t know how to sleep or relax? There are people with multiple jobs whose total income is not up to N400k monthly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming you. I just hate what Nigeria does to us as a people. It is really not fair.
People are doing care job alone and they comfortably pay their bills. In Nigeria, Lawyers and Doctors are being told to learn a skill. Learn what skill again? Engineers are learning other skills just to add another N200k to their salary. It is not fair ooo
You still missed the point, so let me break it down with a little logic.
The car was parked. The tyres were clamped. An officer approached and called Obi. Obi identified himself. The matter was resolved, and the car was released on self-recognition because he was treated as a VVIP.
Now ask yourself this: did you or I know anything about this incident before he granted an interview? No.
So why did he grant an interview over an issue that had already been settled? In my view, it was to project himself as the good person and to create the impression that the government was out to embarrass him.
A truly good person doesn't need to keep telling people they are good. His actions and other people's testimonies will speak for Him.
He understood the emotions of his supporters, so he told the story in a way that would generate sympathy and reinforce the narrative that he was being targeted.
An illiterate woman who gives you peace is better than an accomplished PhD who tears your life to pieces. Look at the Aristocracy and the 1% class. They marry for good breeding, upbringing and family. How many Queens and Princesses even go to university? Queen Elizabeth II did not attend high school or university. She was privately tutored at home. Princess Diana never attended university. Queen Camilla is not a graduate. Education is important. But without peace, what is important can leave you impotent. As long as she gives you peace and comes from a good family that gave her a good upbringing, a woman's lack of education is not as important as her lack of decorum!
#RenosNuggets
Selective toxicity is not a biological symptom. If her "uncontrollable hormones" miraculously learn diplomacy when she is talking to her boss or her Pastor, then her disrespect towards you is a calculated choice. She isn't losing control; she just knows you won't enforce consequences.
Men, stop accepting biological excuses for targeted disrespect.
@Horla_dap0@Wizarab10 Never allow people disrespect you because they are in a bad mood. If they can't do it to others, doing it to you represents how they value you
@Dr_bettachris@egi_nupe Regret as how? Is he running for a political office? Do you know how many politicians that engage daily in such acts? he just wants to make money in this era
Maybe you’re looking at this issue from a corporate perspective, but this is politics sir. Kenneth and Peter Obi will still shake hands when they see each other. Or didn’t Babachir Lawal benefit from Atiku before he started calling him Kachalla?
This is why politics is a terrible game; it comes with so much nonsense. Even ex-governors who helped their successors get to power often find those successors turning against them and saying all sorts of things. But when the time comes, they will still reconcile.
One thing I understand about politics is that there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies; what matters is their own interests.
Now I understand why you can’t do politics. I know you wouldn’t be able to handle someone you once helped suddenly casting aspirations against you. It’s a dirty game. They even insult each other’s families and children in politics. 🤣🤣🤣
I remember Adam’s Oshiomole personally insulting Obaseki and his wife of not having biological children.
In politics will call this “below-the-belt attack”. Do you know how many such attacks the President Tinubu receives daily? The best strategy for this is to ignore. It’s a crazy game
Diseases that will disappear once you stop eating bread :
— Ulcer
— Stomach problems.
— Gastritis
— Diabetes
— High cholesterol
— Arthritis
— Insulin resistance
— Fatty liver
— Malaria like symptoms
— Back pains, etc.
Try it and have the best version of your health.
Or don’t, your choice.
Don’t forget to reach out for a well-structured meal plan.
I don't care for your agenda and I have no dog in this fight. But I want to address this thing you people always do.
What you're comparing is beauty, not pussy. There is no impression of the pussy quality by the facial or physical appearance. You just imply it and expect it because you're attracted to the person. That is because you're vieeing from the blind side. When a woman looks good, has mad shape, has money or is a successful career person, you inflate the pussy quality by expectation. But post nut clarity will always mark the script.
The taste of the pudding is in the eating. Just as we know that a good sized penis or male sexual performance is not by how good he looks or how much money he has, same applies to women. You can have 2 MSC, a big curvy ass and be a Senior manager at Tech company, and a tailor or perfume vendor have better pussy quality than you.
In summary, attraction may determine who you take to bed. But you cannot tell who has a better pussy by physical appearance. I'll conclude by giving you practical example.
Glory Hole:
Glory hole is a partition made in public toilet or adult establishment for anonymous sex, whereby the men on this side cannot see the women on the other side. There is a hole created for sexual intercourse while preserving the identity of the fvckers from each other. With this measure, without being blinded by attraction, you can fairly judge what a good pussy is and what it isn't. If the partition is removed, the women with a good pussy may not look like what you project in your head.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!