Something happened this morning when I went to Douglas in Owerri to buy something.
So this agbero guy loaded two passengers for a taxi driver, and the driver gave him ₦200.
But the agbero insisted that he must pay the full ₦400 they usually collect for a complete loading.
The driver explained that his vehicle was already almost full before the agbero brought those two passengers, so he didn't see any reason to pay the full amount.
Before you know it, the agbero started shouting, threatening the driver, and causing a scene.
Omo, like play, like play, the guy suddenly used the stick he was holding and smashed the driver's windscreen.
That was when whatever he had taken cleared from his eyes.
Immediately he tried to run, other drivers gathered around. They grabbed him and dealt with him mercilessly. And it didn't end there.
They collected his phone, seized all the money he had made for the day, and right there in front of him, sold the phone.
The money from the phone and the cash they recovered from him were handed over to the driver to repair his damaged windscreen.
The day I got promoted, my boss called me into his office.
I expected congratulations.
Instead, he handed me an envelope and said:
"Read this when you get home."
I didn't understand why.
I got my period in the middle of worship at church… with zero warning.
I was standing there singing, hands raised, when I felt it. The warm rush. The panic.
I froze mid-song, quietly excused myself and started the awkward walk, praying no one would notice.
I asked every woman I saw discreetly, no one had anything.
I was about to leak through my skirt in God’s house when one of the brothers (a guy from the worship team) overheard me whispering.
He didn’t make it weird. He just said, “Wait here.”
A few minutes later he came back holding a small black bag from the bookstore.
Not obvious. Not embarrassing.
Inside were pads, wipes, and even a spare skirt from the church lost & found.
He said quietly, “I keep some in my car for my sister. Figured you might need it.”
I almost cried right there in the hallway.
Sometimes the most Christ, like thing isn’t a loud prayer or a powerful sermon.
It’s a man quietly making sure a sister doesn’t have to suffer through worship in shame.
To the men in church:
What’s one small thing you’ve done (or seen) to protect a woman’s dignity when she was struggling?
And ladies, has a quiet act of kindness in church ever moved you to tears?
Be honest with me I need to know I’m not alone.
Nia ✍️
May your days be as beautiful as your heart and your future as bright as the dreams we share.
Here's to more laughter, growth, success, and love.
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I went to greet one Baba Adugbo, and he asked me for money. I opened my banking app to transfer him ₦5,000 (he didn’t know how much I intended to send), but his bank network was poor, so I told him I would send someone to give him the cash instead.
The next day, I sent my area aunt with the ₦5,000. Not long after, she called me to say he had returned the money because it was too small. I told her to keep the money and that I would send my account number so she could return it to me.
I forgot to send my account number that day, so first thing the following morning, she called again and said he had sent someone to collect the money. She wanted to know whether she should give it to him or if I still wanted my money back. I immediately sent her my account number and told her I wanted my money returned.
She then started preaching to me about how he was an elderly man and that sometimes you just have to respect elders and accept them for who they are. But I won’t tolerate that kind of rubbish, especially when it’s money I worked hard for, and from someone who hasn’t done anything for me in his life.
She later said he was shocked when she told him that she had returned the money and that I collected it back.
E no go shock ke? 🤣
Yesterday in church, a woman who’s almost 80 came out to testify. She said that last week, someone gifted her ₦20k. That was the first time in her entire life she ever had ₦20k in her account that wasn’t for medication or food.
The pastor asked if she was serious, and she said yes.
The pastor then gifted her ₦150k. Her account number was read out, and before the end of the service, her account already had more than ₦500k.
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I sold a luxury silk gown for $600 to a girl who said she needed it for a high-end gala. She picked it up on a Thursday evening, completely thrilled with how it fit.
Sunday afternoon at 2:00 PM, the marketplace notification chimes.
"This dress doesn't fit my frame right at all. It’s way too tight around the ribcage. I didn't even wear it. I need to drop it back off to you today for a full refund."
Her Instagram profile was public. I clicked it. There she was, posted 12 hours earlier, radiating confidence at the gala, holding a glass of red wine, wearing my dress.
I screenshotted her post, sent it back to her via the marketplace app, and wrote: "Looks like it fit beautifully for the gala last night! Glad you had a great time. Per marketplace rules, all sales are final once the item is inspected and accepted. I don't run a free rental service." She deleted her account within minutes
My daughter knows I love her deeply, but I don't hesitate to discipline her when she crosses the line. Last night, after a serious talk-down, I sent her upstairs to her room.
Tell me why this little girl woke up this morning and one of the first things she asked was, “Dad, why didn't you come upstairs to pray and kiss me last night?”
We spent almost ten minutes talking about what happened the previous night, and the girl calmly told me she was wrong, but that I was wrong for not coming upstairs to pray and kiss her.
Once again, I got reminded that we shouldn't be so angry with the people we love that we stop showing them love and care.