@Pejuola_a@madamdeedee It's what I'm experiencing at my work place.
But I've decided to persevere until after a year before looking for another opportunity.
Don't wanna ruin my experience and CV.
@Kingsurchman101 Let them send money for the transport of the remains.
They just don't care how the body gets home.
The earth is of the Lord. The dead can be buried anywhere.
On my way back from work today, I stopped for a man standing beside his motorcycle on the road.
He said his bike had broken down, he needed to replace the Boris bearing, and he was heading somewhere urgent. He asked for 3,000 naira.
I gave him 6,000.
I drove off feeling good that I was able to help.
This evening, I went out to buy fuel and saw him close to the filling station.
The same man. Same bike, but a different location. Begging another person with the exact same story.
I was pained.
So this is just a format. A whole script. Nice one.
Above all, love God.
@Bigbaby243 Don't just use the kerosene.
Mix with another chemical or insecticide. And most importantly, make using it a routine.
That's the only way to have peace.
Changing your bed will not even guarantee a lasting peace.
THE PRIEST WHO NEVER ROSE AGAIN๐ฑ๐ฑ
The cathedral fell silent as the Litany of the Saints echoed through the sacred building.
Hundreds of voices prayed.
"Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us..."
The candidates lay face down before the altar, surrendering their lives completely to God.
Among them was Emmanuel.
As he rested on the cold marble floor, his heart was strangely peaceful.
His mind drifted back through the years.
He remembered carrying water with his mother under the hot sun.
He remembered the day his father died and held his hand one last time.
"Never stop serving God, my son."
He remembered the tears, the sacrifices, the loneliness, and the countless nights spent praying before the Blessed Sacrament.
Everything had led to this moment.
The Litany continued.
The congregation prayed with devotion.
His mother clutched her rosary tightly.
Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.
Her son was only minutes away from becoming a priest.
Then the Litany ended.
The bishop stood.
The candidates were invited to rise.
One by one, they pushed themselves up from the floor.
At first, nobody noticed.
Everyone was focused on the bishop.
Then one of the candidates glanced beside him.
Emmanuel was still lying there.
Motionless.
He gently touched his shoulder.
No response.
A second touch.
Nothing.
The smile on his face disappeared.
The congregation smiled.
Families reached for their phones.
This was the moment they had been waiting for.
But Emmanuel did not move.
Another candidate knelt beside him.
The choir slowly stopped singing.
A strange silence spread across the cathedral.
The bishop stepped forward.
Priests rushed toward the sanctuary.
Emmanuel's mother stood up.
Fear filled her eyes.
"What's happening?" she whispered.
A priest checked Emmanuel's pulse.
Then checked again.
The cathedral held its breath.
The priest slowly looked up.
His eyes were filled with tears.
And everyone understood.
Emmanuel was gone.
A cry pierced the silence.
It was his mother.
The woman who had sacrificed everything to see this day had just watched heaven take her son.
People wept openly.
Even priests who had witnessed countless funerals struggled to hold back tears.
Only moments earlier they had expected to see Emmanuel stand and receive priestly ordination.
Instead, he had entered eternity.
Later, as people gathered around his grieving mother, someone asked how she could bear such pain.
With tears flowing down her face, she looked toward the altar and said:
"I gave my son to God many years ago. Today God accepted him completely."
The cathedral erupted in tears once again.
That day, Emmanuel never celebrated his first Mass.
He never preached a homily.
He never blessed a congregation.
But his final lesson touched more hearts than many sermons ever could.
For years people spoke about the young seminarian who lay before the altar and never rose again.
Not because he failed to become a priest.
But because, at the very moment he offered his life to God, God called him home.
And while everyone else stood up from the cathedral floor...
Emmanuel stood up in heaven.
THE END.
- Martin Kibira
In this context, "earned her place" has nothing to do with anything being transactional.
A woman earns her place when she demonstrates qualities that contribute to a stable and healthy relationship, such as financial discipline, contentment, and responsible decision-making.
It is about character, values, and maturity, not transactions.
I am aligned with my purpose and moving in the right direction.
Doors are opening for me effortlessly.
I am attracting divine connections and helpers.
Peace flows through me, no matter the situation.
I release fear and embrace faith.
My finances are growing and expanding daily.
I am protected, seen, and supported.
I trust the timing of my life.
Good things are locating me today.
I am not behind, I am right on time.
I deserve success, happiness, and ease.
Today will bring me closer to my goals.
I have one piece to share.
I hope all these TL conversations do not poison your heart.
I hope you're not training your mindspace to start choosing partners from a place of fear, or lowered likelihood to cheat. Ask Israel Juju.
These are faulty compasses.
Churchgoers cheat. Atheists cheat. Hijab wielders cheat.
Virgins cheat. Adelebos cheat. 20s cheat. 30s cheat. 40s cheat.
I hope the factors that calibrate your values, are not from Twitter thinkpieces but are strengthened offline. Else, you will end up as a box of ruin.
My safest predicators for relationships are:
- brackets,
- reciprocity.
If you're doing well financially, box within potentials like you doing well financially. Don't be a 7fig earning techie & you'll be hunting smallies struggling with 200L carryover in Laspotech.
Mental brackets. Intellectual brackets. Financial brackets. Exposure brackets.
One of my theories as to why, people (read men) scale way below these brackets is because they're scripting scenarios for control. They're hunting "bendable" women. Chief, she won't be naive forever - but I'll expand on this, some other time.
Be big on reciprocity. As you're doing for your partner in the early weeks, if they like you they would be doing as much.
Using the filters of brackets and reciprocity, are safer predicators than fear and paranoia.
As a married woman, you must NEVER ask for money or gifts from:
1. Your husband's brothers
2. Your male friends
3. Your husband's friends
4. Your ex
5. Your cousins
6. Your boss
7. Your husband's boss
Disobey this at your own peril.
If your husband does not have enough, you must first inform him and seek his full approval before approaching any of these:
1. Your parents
2. His parents
3. Your brothers (not distant cousins)
4. Your pastor
Do not deceive yourself. You might think your husband's brothers are safe. Be warned. Many homes have been destroyed by such "innocent" requests.
A married woman protects her home with wisdom and boundaries. Anything less is rebellion.
Above all, love God.