For those who care to know, this is not the position of the law. I will be brief in my explanation. If this post falls on your timeline, please help retweet it. The original, misleading post has gone viral, and we need to ensure that the correct position of the law reaches as many people as possible.
So in Nigeria, when a court is faced with the determination of a Child custody, the overriding consideration is the best interest and welfare of the child. There is no law that presumes that a female child is unsafe with her father simply because he is a man. While custody is mostly granted to mothers, particularly where the children are very young, this is not an automatic rule. The court considers the circumstances of each case, including the ability of each parent to properly care for and nurture the child.
A father can be granted custody of his female child where it is in the child’s best interest. Conversely, a mother can also be denied custody where there is evidence that her lifestyle, conduct, substance abuse, abandonment, instability or other circumstances make her unsuitable to have custody.Custody is also not determined solely by who has the greater financial capacity. The welfare of the child remains paramount.
Dear @Dammi_Esq, I want you to know that we lawyers are held in very high esteem, and people generally believe that whatever we say about the law represents the true position. And that comes with a responsibility not to mislead the public. This may not be intentional but in case of next time, make proper research. In a country like ours where many people do not understand even basic laws, we must be careful not to mislead people.
Thank you.
Usman A. Lanase Esq.
08-09-2026.
• You have to be financially stable and have a reputable job in order for a family to accept that you marry their daughter
• They'll demand you spend millions on her bride price and marriage lists before you can officially have her as a wife
• You must provide her a roof to sleep under, feed her, clothes her and protect her
• You have no business losing your job or going broke. The day you do is the day you have to tolerate disrespect until you're back on your feet
• You'll forever be financially responsible for her and part time for her family
After all these sacrifices, you'll allow a woman to bear her father's surname?
You're a foolish man!
@Letter_to_Jack Sometimes I regret not buying when I had the money to. I instead decided to invest more in my business. First time I borrowed my brother’s car for a week was eye opening. I completed more tasks, was able to meet up with clients outside my office and made more sales that month
Every Sunday at exactly 3:17 p.m., my father called me.
Not 3:15.
Not 3:20.
3:17.
It started a month after he retired.
At first, I thought it was boredom. Then habit. Then aging.
But it never changed.
If I picked up, he’d say the same thing:
“Are you home?”
If I said yes, he’d reply, “Good. Just checking,” and hang up.
If I said no, there’d be a pause.
Then he’d say, “Alright. Call me when you’re back.”
That was it.
No small talk. No updates. No “how are you?”
Just… checking.
My wife thought it was sweet.
I thought it was strange.
One Sunday, I decided not to answer.
I was home. I just let it ring.
At 3:18 p.m., he called again.
I ignored it.
At 3:19 p.m., my wife’s phone rang.
She frowned. “It’s your dad.”
I gestured for her not to answer.
The phone stopped.
At 3:21 p.m., the landline rang.
No one even has that number.
We stared at it.
It stopped after five rings.
At 3:24 p.m., someone knocked on the door.
Three sharp knocks.
Not aggressive.
Precise.
I opened it.
My father stood there.
Calm. Neatly dressed. Slightly out of breath.
“Why didn’t you answer?” he asked.
“I was busy.”
He looked past me into the living room.
“You’re home.”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly.
Then said something he’d never said before.
“Good.”
And he left.
That night, I drove to his house.
I needed to understand.
He lived alone since my mother passed. Same house I grew up in. Same curtains.
He opened the door before I knocked.
“You came,” he said.
“Dad, why do you call every Sunday?”
He studied me for a moment.
“Come in.”
We sat at the dining table.
He didn’t speak immediately. He rarely does.
Finally, he stood up and walked to a locked drawer in the hallway.
He pulled out a thin folder.
Inside were newspaper clippings.
House fires.
Robberies.
Gas leaks.
Carbon monoxide deaths.
All circled in red.
“Every single one,” he said quietly, “happened on a Sunday afternoon.”
I blinked. “That doesn’t mean..”
He held up a hand.
“When your mother died, I was in the garden.”
I swallowed.
“I was ten feet away. Ten feet. She called once. I didn’t hear her.”
Silence stretched between us.
“I promised myself,” he continued, “that if something ever happened to you, I would not be in the garden.”
My chest tightened.
“So you call me to make sure I’m alive?”
He looked at me steadily.
“No.”
A long pause.
“I call to make sure you answer.”
I frowned. “What’s the difference?”
He leaned back in his chair.
“If you answer, I know you can.”
The words didn’t land immediately.
Then they did.
“If you couldn’t answer,” he continued calmly, “I would already be driving.”
My stomach dropped.
“You’ve been ready to come over every Sunday?”
“Yes.”
“Even when I said I wasn’t home?”
He nodded.
“I wait ten minutes. Then I check.”
A cold realization crept up my spine.
“Dad… how many times have you come?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he looked toward the window.
“Six.”
Six Sundays.
Six times he drove to my house.
Six times he must have stood outside.
Watching.
Making sure.
I tried to laugh it off.
“That’s extreme.”
He didn’t smile.
“You think emergencies schedule appointments?”
We sat there in heavy silence.
Then I asked the question that had been building all evening.
“Why 3:17?”
For the first time, his composure cracked.
“That’s the time on the hospital clock,” he said softly, “when they told me she was gone.”
The air left my lungs.
He wasn’t checking on me.
He was trying to outrun a minute.
Every Sunday.
For years.
I drove home that night differently.
The following Sunday at 3:16 p.m., my phone was in my hand.
At 3:17, it rang.
I answered on the first vibration.
“Hi Dad.”
There was a pause.
Then, for the first time ever, he said something new.
“I know.”
And he hung up.
WHAT TO DO WHEN BITTEN BY A SNAKE
1. Move away from the snake carefully so you don't get bitten again. Try and see if you can get a description of the snake while moving away. This is helpful.
2. Even though this is very difficult to do, you must not panic. Panic makes your heart beat faster, which can spread venom quicker if it's venomous. Sit or lie down in a comfortable position. Try to keep the bitten area at or slightly below heart level (don't raise it high).
3. Remove anything tight near the bite.
4. Only try to drive or move yourself to the hospital if you've exhausted all other options. Your best bet if to call someone that can come and take you. This is to ensure that you keep physical activities at minimal level. Don't try to start running after the snake too. All these will increase your heartbeat and spread the venom faster.
5. While waiting for the person you called, clean the bite gentle with soap and water.
6. Immobilize the bitten area. Keep the limb as still as possible.
7. Get to a hospital as quickly and safely as possible. This is the most important step. Don't wait to see if symptoms get worse. Even if you feel okay at first, serious problems can start hours later.
WHAT YOU SHOULDN'T DO
1. Don't use a tourniquet (tight band or string to stop blood flow). Ircan cause more tissue damage.
2. Don't cut the bite or try to suck out venom. This can cause infection or more harm.
3. Don't apply ice or cold packs. It doesn't help and may damage tissue.
4. Don't drink alcohol or caffeine. They can speed up how your body reacts.
5. Don't take painkillers unless your doctor prescribes them. Some painkillers can increase bleeding.
There are babes who think they can get men who'll truly love them if they show enough of their bodies online
There are guys who think they'll get women who'll truly love them if they can spend enough of their money on them
Two equally foolish sides of a coin
I have come to the conclusion that not everyone should get married. That you wish to be married doesn't mean you should.
You can't be married and see or make financial decisions unilaterally.
Most of you just wants the part of marriage that's in your favour.
I watched my parents build their home with basic Christian principles. My mum's money was not hers. My dad's money was not his.
God provided resources through any party.
Na una sabi which kind pattern una dey learn.
I can't relate to all this BS on my timeline.
After dating whoever you’re dating, make sure you end up with a woman who understands that care is not slavery.
Cooking for your man isn’t oppression, it’s affection.
Just like providing, protecting, and leading isn’t punishment, it’s responsibility.
I clocked this shit early, i saw the piggy vest of one of my friends and she had 2.5m and i was shocked, me wey never touch 2m then
this was the same person who had asked me for 3k the week before because she was broke, her situationship at the time earned around 2m or so, so he sends her money for bolt, hair and dresses, even changed her phone she has a job btw and when i confronted her, she said what i saw was on safelock so she cant access it, i said no wam.
Men are out here funding these women's lifestyles while they save their money, this is the worst time to be a financially foolish man, una go learn sha.
A very fine girl made a video of herself making akara for her boyfriend because that's what he wanted to eat for breakfast.
A lot of women stitched that video and were insulting and calling her a slave.
She then made a video responding to one of them that if her boyfriend is doing right by her, and giving her everything she asks for, what's his appetite that she can't tend to and that making akara is a bare minimum.
One lady made this comment under the video.
Honestly, if you like date or marry a selfish woman, you'll suffer later.
@El_ElohimDrew @ekemezie_cally@MartiinaUgwu@SirJarus My friend works in kpmg already. He didn't go past 2024's assessment (i did), we both got offer letters this year
Husband is going out and telling his wife where he is going.
Wife is going out and telling husband where she is going.
When wife or husband isn’t around, they drop a message with who ever is around, saying where they’re going.
Now we use phones, so we drop messages or call to say it.
The children also start asking.
Mommy, where are you going ?
Daddy, where are you going ?
If your home isn’t built like that, something is wrong.