Part of your job as a Man is to make your Woman's something wet; not her eyes.
And as a Woman; you ought to make his something Hard not his Life.
Do you get it🧐🙄😉
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3. be Interactive with mutuals
4. Be punctual
I have done all this yet am still stocked
What do you think I am missing.
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It's half of 2026 and I haven't gotten 1 single payouts from Prop Firm this year, cause all my payout got denied.
Then I decided to pivot into Ai automation which had it own ups and downs..
Got a job I get paid $8 per hour and earn this much in less than a month, this is a reminder for you to skill up.
We are the best team in the world, but when it’s time to win the Champions League, Arsenal and their fanbase 😭
When do you think they will eventually win the UEFA Champions League? 👇
As a man, take care of your family, but don’t forget yourself.
Don’t spend your best years sacrificing everything with the expectation that your children and wife will always have your back.
Prioritize yourself too, your well being matters.
I saw a woman a few days ago, and I couldn’t help but stare, I found myself counting her children.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Five children.
And it made me wonder.
People often say, “Children are blessings.” I agree. But are children born so that some miracle will suddenly happen? Are they brought into the world without any plan for how they will be fed, clothed, protected, and cared for?
Because blessings deserve responsibility too.
I know a girl whose story still haunts me.
Every morning, she walked to school late in a faded, worn-out uniform and a pair of tired sandals. She carried buckets too heavy for her small frame, fetching water from morning until evening. At night, she slept under a staircase.
This is not fiction. This is real.
A child who should have been worrying about homework was instead worrying about survival.
Then came the part that broke my heart completely.
Her madam poured pepper into her eyes.
Pepper.
Into the eyes of a child.
How much cruelty does it take to look at a helpless child and choose violence?
The day I heard she had finally returned to her family, I felt relief wash over me.
No child deserves that life.
Sometimes, when I hear people talk casually about having children, I think about girls and boys like her. The invisible children carrying burdens far heavier than the buckets on their heads.
Maybe one day, I’ll find the courage to tell my own story. Until then I’ll be writing more real life stories and my focus will be on children cos I love them 🥰