@the_beardedsina Is it with the amount of dirt littered on every corner?
Definitely no competition for worst position,
The fence will definitely break one day and everyone sitting will pick a proper chair.
Dear single people,
Please ensure that you and your intended spouse are sexually compatible.
Because when you become husband and wife, regular sex will be your saving grace towards some health issues.
Especially when you're in your 40s and 50s.
If you keep engaging in regular sex at that age, it will improve the health of your hearts and make you look younger, too.
Learn to appreciate your bodies now that you're young.
And learn to be deliberately committed to each other.
Because there will surely be bodily changes when kids start to come and you're aging.
That pointy breasts, flat stomach, six packs, chisel looks will one day start to disappear.
Will your toto still be wet for him?
Will your preeq still be very hard for her?
Will you look beyond the bodily changes and still find that partner sexually attractive and compatible?
Please think about all these.
Not many of us will be able to be disciplined with conventional physical exercises at a much older age.
Sex and regular sex can be of help.
If you don't find your spouse sexually compatible, you fit dey go dey go quick quuck and you no go know ooo.
And you go dey old pass your age.
I just say make I talk wetin dey my mind.
Some of una fit dey talk now say I don smoke igbo.
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Years back, my wife would call me names because I was unable to provide enough for the family.
I understood her pain then, because I knew things were not easy for her too.
But heaven knows that I was trying my best.
She was a teacher then, in one of the schools close to our house.
Because of that, she had the privilege of making sure our children were not out of school.
But she always complained that almost all her salary was being used for the children's school fees, and she was only being paid peanuts.
Because of that frustration, whenever she thought about it, she would fly up and start saying a lot of things to me.
One thing I won't forget is that whenever she came home and met me at home, she would say, "Even if you're not going to work, you can go out and look for something to do."
Then I would tell her that I'm not the type that goes around the street because I hardly have friends, I don't drink, and I don't do all those things.
So if I have nothing to do outside, I see no reason to just go out.
She would talk to me, and sometimes I would start crying like a baby. 🤣
But I would still console her and tell her that I might still be the one to pay our children's school fees from secondary school all the way to the university level.
I even made a strong confession that I might still send them to private universities because they are all girls, and I know how government universities can sometimes slow down a child's journey.
The funny part is that during all those years, I didn't have anything to show for those words.
I was just depending on God and believing that somehow, things would change.
And today, the story has completely changed.
The two children are now in private universities, while the others are in private secondary schools.
I'm now the breadwinner, and my wife praises me almost every day.
She now sees me as her small God. 😂
Let me burst your brain again. You remember I told you she used to tell me to go out, even when I had nothing to do outside?
Today, the story has changed.
Now, whenever I'm going out for my daily bread like this, she will frown as if I shouldn't go anywhere.
You will hear her saying, "I don't want anybody to snatch my husband ooo." 😂
And today, she's a full time housewife, with daily money that is more than the monthly salary she was earning when she was teaching. 🤣
This is why I always tell people that you should be careful about judging a marriage by one difficult season or what your spouse say to you.
There are seasons when things will be extremely hard.
There are seasons when two people who genuinely love each other may say things they don't mean because of frustration, pressure, and lack of money.
But that doesn't make the words right, but it also doesn't necessarily mean the marriage is finished.
Sometimes, what a family needs is time, patience, understanding, prayer, and two people who are willing to keep fighting for the family even when things are not working yet.
I look back today and realise that if we had both allowed those difficult years to define our marriage, we might not be enjoying what we have today.
So marriage can be tough at the beginning, but that doesn't mean it will end like that.
You young men should learn from this and don't be too quick to conclude that your marriage won't work out simply because things are hard today.
Some seasons are only preparing you for the testimony you will eventually tell tomorrow.
Something to think about.
Tiptoed down a rabbit hole and into the Indian caste system and I’m shook. India created a rigid 2000+ year hierarchy where your birth determines everything. Brahmins (priests/scholars) at top, then Kshatriyas (warriors), Vaishyas (merchants), Shudras (laborers) and Dalits below all, the “oppressed”, they were treated inhumanly. You simply couldn’t escape your caste no matter what you did, you had to marry in your caste, roles, education, jobs and social status all predetermined. It’s been officially made illegal since 1950 but it still runs their society.
I'm still finding hard to adjust to the fact that I can afford things.
One thing nobody prepared me for is getting used to having money.
I’m still not used to this kind of stability. I’m not used to having this much peace around money either.
I don’t know if this is normal, but I think I’m still learning how to live in a reality I prayed for.
Dear single women,
I know cheating hurts, but do not get married to a man believing that he will never cheat.
No woman is too beautiful or too sexy not to get cheated on.
If you do not catch him cheating, thank your God.
If you do, please remember that I cautioned you.
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OH YOU'VE TWEETED. I DIDN'T REALIZE.
LEAVE YAMAL ALONE, OBOMODU.
AT 18, HE'S STILL MORE STREET SAVVY THAN YOU.
HE GOT HIS FIRST BADDIE AT 17, YOU ACQUIRED YOUR OWN AT 35 & STILL HAD HER CONCEDING 40 GOALS AND ABOVE, UNDER YOUR ROOF.
HOW DID EMEKA RAPE YOUR TEAMMATE?
Your wife will respect you for the things she does for you and the children, not for the money she provides to do those things.
You will love your wife for the things she does with your money, not for the amount of money you provide her.
You can be providing more than enough for your wife, and still despise her.
Because you're not seeing any value for your money.
Your children are nauseating and disrespectful.
To the point that you will start to question the paternity of your own blood children.
You must provide for, & love and sacrifice for the right woman, and you must sacrifice and show respect for the right man.
Marriage is a partnership.
And every man & woman must put their best foot forward.
A man must work hard to find money and provide and lead his family right.
A wife must work hard to support and make sure that the children follow the lead of their father and respect his authority.
Anything short of these is a toxic marriage.
And a failed marriage doesn't necessarily have to be a divorced marriage.
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Thank you for your understanding 🙏🙏🙏
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Improved bid sent today after £65m package rejected and player set to join the only club he wanted.
Baleba, new #MUFC player soon. 🇨🇲
There was a time when human beings could read the Earth.
I grew up with my grandfather, and I witnessed many things that felt like magic to me back then.
The wind meant something.
The behaviour of animals meant something. A dog barking strangely throughout the night could mean something.
The position of the sun meant something.
The seasons spoke.
The rivers spoke.
The trees spoke.
And they paid attention.
My grandfather could look at the sky, observe insects, feel the wind, watch certain animals behave differently, and tell you rain was coming.
As a child, you think these people are performing magic.
Then you grow older and realise they had spent their entire lives studying a language you were never taught to speak.
The language of Mother Earth.
Modern civilisation gave us incredible intelligence, but somehow we became strangers to the intelligence beneath our feet.
We know when our phone battery is at 10%… but many of us cannot tell when our own spirit is exhausted.
Weeks can pass without our bare feet touching the soil that produces almost everything keeping us alive.
My grandfather would sometimes tell me to go outside, walk barefoot and communicate my heart’s desires.
It wasn’t always about begging God for something.
For them, there was power in declaration.
They spoke.
They decreed.
They believed there was a relationship between man, the Creator, the ancestors, the land, and the unseen world around him.
Africans were deeply connected to their roots and one of the tragedies of Africa is not that we had no knowledge…
It is that much of what we knew was dismissed as bad, evil or primitive before the world learned how to describe similar ideas in another language.
Long before many things had modern names, our ancestors had encountered them through observation, spirituality, nature and generations of accumulated knowledge.
They studied plants without calling it pharmacology.
They understood seasons without calling it meteorology.
They studied human behaviour without calling it psychology.
Knowledge existed before the vocabulary we use today and the big big grammer we use today.
Africa had spiritual traditions.
Divination.
Ancestral communication.
Ritual healing.
Dream interpretation.
Africans developed different ways of understanding the invisible dimensions of existence.
Then many of us were taught to become ashamed of indigenous names, medicines, and spiritual traditions.
Imagine someone choosing Amber over her native name “IHEOMA or ADUNNIADE” just to feel among?
What belonged to our ancestors became “backward.”
What arrived from elsewhere became “civilised.”
We can honour the dead of other cultures as saints…
Saint Peter.
Saint Jude.
Saint Augustine.
We ask for their guidance and yet the moment an African speaks about honouring his ancestors, we become uncomfortable.
Somehow their dead became holy… and ours became a subject to cast & bind.
But here is the funny thing, modern world is becoming fascinated again with meditation, plant medicine, ancestral healing, holistic wellbeing, etc.
And none of this is new to Africans.
But I must also say this… not everything our ancestors believed was correct.
Some traditions deserve preservation while some deserve evolution and some deserve abandonment.
But throwing away an entire civilisation’s knowledge because it was not written in European scientific vocabulary was a BIG MESS-UP.
Today, there are things your ancestors knew that you may never know because nobody remembered to teach your father and there are things your father cannot teach you because nobody was allowed to teach his father.
There are libraries walking around African villages with grey hair right now and every time one of them dies without transferring what they know… a library burns.
We will continue paying for our mistakes until we all wake up to the realization that we used to be a world power with powerful kingdoms, controlled major trade routes, etc.
The best way to honour someone who did a lot for you but regressed into someone you can no longer respect, is to remember the best version of them and be thankful for what they did for you. Even if they ultimately failed you, they gave you a great gift as proof of their love.