A woman can be beautiful, educated, independent, and still be exhausting to love. Your accomplishments might attract a man, but your character determines whether he wants to stay.
Si terminaste una relación y descubriste que esa persona no salió desesperada a buscar otro amor, ni se refugió en fiestas para olvidar… sino que comenzó a ejercitarse, a entrenar, a priorizarse y a alejarse del mundo para reconstruirse y crecer, siento decirte que esa persona de verdad te amaba. Y también siento decirte que perdiste a alguien extraordinario; alguien que difícilmente volverás a encontrar. Ni siquiera en otra vida.
You are allowed to revise your plans without abandoning your purpose.
A different route is not always a defeat.
Sometimes wisdom says, “This method is not working. Let me find a better one.”
Stay committed to growth, not to avoidable mistakes. ❤️🙏🏿
Be careful of people who constantly remind you that they can replace you, discard you, or walk away from you at the slightest opportunity.
People who bring up the possibility of losing you in almost every conversation aren’t giving you security; they’re keeping you aware of your insecurity.
A relationship shouldn’t feel like you’re constantly auditioning for a position that can be taken away from you at any moment.
I believe people should know that you can leave, but you shouldn’t have to keep threatening to leave to make them understand your worth.
If your presence is constantly treated as optional, eventually, your absence should be allowed to be a choice too.
I am sorry but Women need to learn more accountability. You are not a baby for crying out loud. Be responsible for all the outcomes of your decisions. Stop blaming partners and friends. Be an adult.
Social media has people fumbling genuine love because they think they have endless options. Having access to thousands of people doesn’t mean thousands of good options. Stop losing real ones chasing imaginary upgrades.
I served in 1998. While my fellow corpers were collecting ₦200 monthly as government alawee, I was earning ₦12,000 a month!
But before you celebrate my good fortune, let me tell you something.
I was once the hungry corper other people had to feed.
Here is my story. ❤️🙏🏿
After NYSC camp, I was rejected at my place of primary assignment.
I eventually found an office where the MD told me plainly:
“I don't have money to pay a corper.”
Something within me said, “Work for her anyway.”
So I stayed.
One day, I accompanied her to a marketing event at Oba during the Pope's visit to Nigeria in March, 1998. There, I met Mr Charles Iloegbunam of Cowbell and introduced myself as an artist.
Meanwhile, a senior corper named Lanre had given me somewhere to stay opposite Dennis Memorial Grammar School (DMGS), Onitsha.
Every evening, we gathered at the school to gist.
One evening, a senior corper began teaching us the secrets of surviving on ₦200.
“Don't eat fish. Don't eat meat. If you need protein, buy crayfish!”
Everyone listened attentively.
Then I interrupted.
“My own corper will eat fish, eat meat, buy a colour television, buy a video player and live in a flat!”
The whole place erupted in laughter! 😂😂
“See this one! You don't even have a place of primary assignment, and you're dreaming of television!”
But I stood my ground.
Then something extraordinary happened.
One day, my madam sent me to a motherless babies' home in Onitsha.
As the children gathered around me, I felt a strong prompting within:
“Give them all the money on you. Before the end of today, I will make you the richest corper.”
I checked my pocket.
₦130!
That was practically everything I had.
Me? The same hungry corper people were feeding?
Nevertheless, I gave the money.
At about 4 p.m. that same day, Mr Charles Iloegbunam walked into our office.
“Where is Nduka? You're going to Lagos tomorrow. There's a job for you at Cowbell. See me in the morning for your transport fare.”
He gave me ₦3,000!
By May 1998, I resumed at Wonderfoods, now Promasidor, earning a full salary of ₦12,000 monthly.
From a hungry, homeless corper to earning 60 TIMES the government alawee!
Interestingly, I never collected a dime of my federal allowance.
The NYSC State Director even challenged me:
“Even if you are Abacha's son, why wouldn't you collect your alawee?”
But the most beautiful part of this story is not the ₦12,000.
It is what happened afterwards.
Two wonderful men, Nathaniel Iwomi and Tom Amidu, had given me food and shelter when I was hungry and homeless.
I never forgot their kindness.
When my situation changed, I decided that other corpers would not go hungry around me.
At the DMGS corpers' lodge, I began providing about 80% of the food we cooked and all the milk we drank, so other corpers could come and eat.
The corper who once depended on others for food had become the one feeding others. ❤️
That experience taught me something I have carried throughout my life:
Never allow your present hunger to put a ceiling on your future.
Your present condition is not your final destination.
And when God changes your story, don't forget those who stood by you when you had nothing.
Success is beautiful. But success that lifts others is even more beautiful.
That was my NYSC experience in 1998.
What year did you serve, and how much was your alawee? ❤️🙏🏿