Two interesting things I discovered this week are:
1. That you can get genuine court affidavits online from the Nigerian Federal High Court. A genuine one, not the ones those roadside people give you.
The website has all sorts of affidavits, even ones I didn't know existed.
2. The National Population Commission has a working portal. You can register your newborn online and get a certified birth certificate that is accepted worldwide.
You can do all these things without any bureaucracy.
For 1, visit: https://t.co/mMEjgphabJ
For 2, visit: https://t.co/vEssNLkZ5l
Joseph Adedeji
And to those asking for the perfumes that got me so many compliments.
My Uber driver literally complimented how good I smelled from the beginning to the end of the journey. 😂
Coco Vanilla: ₦15,000
Sugar Pistachio: ₦4,500
Artisan Elixir: ₦9,000
A man who genuinely understands women... will never fall in love again.
Never.
Because once you truly see women, not the fantasy, not the filters, but the raw female nature underneath, something inside you dies quietly.
You stop romanticizing words.
You start watching behavior.
And behavior rarely lies.
You realize love, for most women, isn't about you.
It's about how you make them feel.
The moment those feelings fade, so does their loyalty.
You learn that her "forever" has an expiration date, and it ends when her emotions shift.
You start noticing patterns.
The same words.
The same moves.
Different faces.
Same game.
You realize women don't love men.
They love the experience of being in love.
And when that experience ends, they leave — mentally or physically.
That's when the man wakes up.
His heart hardens.
Not out of bitterness, but out of understanding.
He doesn't hate women.
He just knows the cost of loving one blindly.
And he refuses to pay that price again.
If you're not horny, you'll realize how many women are:
Selfish. Boring. Rude. Arrogant. Expensive. Disloyal. Mean.
Lust is what pushes most men to think women are that special.
1. I have a diffuser in every room
2. I clean 2-3 times a week but it’s not always deep cleaning
3. When I clean I add fabric softener & an essential oil in the bucket
4. No shoes are allowed
5. All windows are open during the day,EVERYDAY
Can I ask a DUMB tech question?
Phones have 50MP, 108MP, even 200MP cameras now.
But a 12MP iPhone photo still looks better.
So what are those megapixels even doing?
Goofy women >>>>
All they want is love, reassurance, food and cuddles. They get excited over little things, want to do everything with you, and know how to cheer you up when you’re down.
May God continue to bless goofy women, especially in this dark and heartless world. ❤️
Based on what I see on this app. Nigerian dating culture is just prostitution. Boy meets girl. Boy says you’re cute I would like to take you out. Girl sends money request. Boy pays or says no because she’s too expensive. Girls there have no values or morals they are driven by 💰
Most chewing gum is plastic and rubber. The pack calls it gum base.
Extra reads sorbitol, gum base, glycerol, natural and artificial flavors, then under 2% of sweeteners, soy lecithin, BHT and color. Orbit and Trident read about the same. Gum base is the part you actually chew, and none of the 3 say what it is.
FDA rule for gum base names 46 things a company can use and still print those 2 words. Polyvinyl acetate is on it, and that's the polymer in white glue. So is polyethylene, the same family as a grocery bag, and butyl rubber, which is what inner tubes are made of. Then paraffin, petroleum wax, polyisobutylene, pine rosin esters to soften it, and lanolin, which is the grease out of sheep's wool. Pick any mix and the label reads gum base.
It's why gum doesn't dissolve no matter how long you chew. The sweetener and the flavor wear out in a few minutes and what's left in your mouth is the polymer, which is also why it stays on a sidewalk for years. Gum used to be chicle, a tree sap. Simply Gum and Glee still use it and say so on the pack.
Grow your earning power. Saving has a ceiling, income doesn't. Invest in skills, relationships and ventures that raise what you can earn and build more than one income stream so a single setback doesn't derail you.
The manipulated man by esther collar. It’s a bit long. lol.
MEN ARE NOT THE OPPRESSORS. MEN ARE THE ONES BEING EXPLOITED.
Esther Vilar exposed this in 1971 and they wanted her dead for it. A woman attacked her on live TV. That's how dangerous the truth was.
Here is her thesis, without the sugar coating:
A man is born with one purpose — to serve.
He is trained from childhood. Be strong. Don't cry. Work hard. Make money. Protect her. Provide for her. Die for her. If you do all of that, you might be called a "real man." If you don't, you are nothing. A failure. A bum. Not a man at all.
He spends 40 years breaking his back. In construction, in mines, on oil rigs, in wars. He comes home broken, with a paycheck that is never his. It goes to her house. Her kids. Her lifestyle. Her security.
And she has the audacity to call him her oppressor.
Think about it. What oppressor works 12 hours a day so the oppressed can stay home? What oppressor is told to go down with the ship while the oppressed gets the lifeboat? What oppressor pays for a house he doesn't own, for kids that will be taken from him, for a lifestyle that will be used as evidence that he was "controlling" her?
Vilar said women have 3 weapons and they never fail:
*1. PRAISE:* "You're such a good provider, honey." Translation: Keep working, slave.
*2. PRESSURE:* Nagging, guilt, tears, silent treatment until he obeys.
*3. WITHHOLDING:* Intimacy becomes a transaction. He gets it when he behaves. He loses it when he doesn't. Like training a dog.
She doesn't want equality. Equality would mean she carries the bricks. She works the sewers. She dies in the wars. She asks you out. She pays for the date. She splits rent 50/50 without complaint.
She doesn't want that. No woman ever wanted that.
What she wants is a comfortable master. A man strong enough to provide, dumb enough to believe he is in charge. A man who pays for her freedom while calling himself free.
Love? Marriage? Vilar said those were invented by women to lock down a provider for life. He thinks he chose her. No. She chose him. She audited his future income and gave him permission to serve her.
The system is rigged. He loses his kids in court and pays her to raise them. He loses his house and pays her to live in it. He loses his health and is told to "man up." And if he complains, he is called toxic, weak, insecure.
The most exploited animal on this planet is the man who believes his worth is measured by how much he can provide for a woman who secretly despises him.
Vilar's solution was brutal and true:
The only free man is the man who no longer seeks female validation.
The moment you stop needing her praise, her approval, her body you become ungovernable. You work for yourself. You live for yourself. You keep what is yours.
Until then, you are not a man. You are a resource. A utility. A wallet with a pulse.
*MEN WERE NEVER THE OPPRESSORS. MEN ARE THE EXPLOITED CLASS.*
I didn't go to college until I was 30. This gave me a chance to see it with the perspective of an adult.
One lecture in Industrial Psychology, in particular, I will never forget.
The professor spoke about how an effective job description focused on concretely measurable tasks, not vague instructions, or characteristics.
For example, "maintain an 85% or greater average on customer feedback surveys", instead of "be cheerful and upbeat", or even "interact positively with customers".
This means that goals are clear, and performance is measurable. A job is to do something, not be something.
Once some of the students had wrapped their minds around this concept, the professor decided to do a class exercise.
He asked the female students to come up with a job description for "husband". At first, this went fine. The girls noodled around a bit with things they wanted their husbands to be (tall, etc), but he was able to gradually steer them towards describing what they wanted in terms of actions.
But then he asked the male students to define a wife in the same way.
And all the girls became upset. Some of them had full-on meltdowns.
Every single thing that a male student wanted, or expected, from his hypothetical future wife was sexist, oppressive, old-fashioned, misogynistic, patriarchal, etc.
They were literally screaming. Some of them in tears.
And I realized something pretty quickly. It wasn't the actual, concrete responsibilities of the female role that they objected to.
It was the idea of there being a female role at all, with any attached responsibilities.
These women didn't want to be wives. They wanted to be pets.
What's a pet? Well a pet is not a wife, or a friend. A pet is a creature of instinct, which you bring into your home because you like how it naturally behaves.
You get a cat because you want to behave like a cat, and do things a cat naturally does, like play with string, and purr when you pet him. If he's smart, he'll adapt to you somewhat, but he doesn't have responsibilities other than "be a cat".
If you get a wife, you get a wife so she will do things for you, specific things that are the responsibilities of wife, like care for your home, bear and raise your children, cook nutritious meals so you don't have to eat processed slop, look after your emotional well-being, and so on.
These girls didn't want to be held responsible for those things. As married women, they might have anticipated doing some of them, but only some of the time. Only when they felt like it.
The cat chases the string if and when it wants to, not because chasing the string is its job.
These young millenial women didn't realize it, but they wanted to be pets. And that's what they were in their college relationships. They hung out with guys when they wanted to, had sex with them when they wanted to, broke up with them for someone new when they wanted to.
Their relationships had no element of reciprocal responsibilities. They were perfectly at home with the idea of men having responsibilities to them, but they would repay those men if they chose, and how they chose, not how the men actually wanted.
And as I've said twice already, someone you have responsibilities to, but who has none to you, is a pet, or a child.
Since our ancestors, in a moment of foolishness and weakness, allowed women to vote, it is no longer legal to dole out the corrective spankings a great many of them both need and read pornographic novels about.
Therefore, the corrective measure, for any man who finds himself with a pet instead of a wife, is to withdraw from any husbandly duties and start actively searching for alternatives.
This can either result in a correction of the behavior, or the end of a relationship that offers no value. Either is acceptable.
This may strike some of you as dishonorable, but there is no honor in keeping a broken pact, or in serving those who despise you.
Men must have the pride and self-worth to say "I will be honored and respected, or I will depart to a place where I can be, even if I must be alone there."
Men must honor and respect themselves.