Not a time to share a joke, promote entertainment or campaign!!!! People died, people are dying not from natural causes but TERRORISM AND BANDITRY… We cannot let this abnormality become our normal in Naija… The country is BLEEDING
Children's day is in 2 days.
I ask of you:
Join me in bullying every single brand that intends to put out children's day celebratory posts.
There are children currently in captivity for the past 10 days - tiring out day and night.
We can't afford to celebrate children's day.
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Excellent question. Now read carefully:
Because
1. We humans don’t realize that LOVE in its true form is not INDULGENCE. Our definition of love is indulgence and tolerating every nonsense. That is not love. Love in its true form can be very ruthless and strict when necessary, especially for the good of the person involved.
2. Human beings don’t really know their Creator and who He is. The Almighty Father is both LOVE and EXECUTIVE JUSTICE in one. Do you know what the Sword of Justice does to transgressors against Its Will?
3. If a human father can out of love for his son, discipline him like he wants to murder him cos that is what is necessary for that child so that he doesn’t end up like the guy that was murdered at UNIBEN maningate yesterday and a human Master can pass his students through the harshest and most ruthless training out of love for them, how much more YOUR CREATOR before Whom love is not loving enough and purity itself is not pure enough and before Whom our good deeds are as dirty rags?
Despite the fact that he is Love, you should remember that He is also Executive Justice Itself. “Vengeance if mine, i shall repay” is no empty saying.
Where Justice is delivered out of Love, it is NOT to punish but to straighten and make you better. In Justice is Love and in Love, Justice resides. They are interconnected.
He who doesn’t fear the Almighty, knows him not and most human beings DON’T know Him, even though they think they do.
For when you really know Him, you would fear Him as much as you would Love Him.
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.
We will not shame a man for loving and adoring his wife and marriage shaaa, we won’t!
He did right by her and didn’t deserve the betrayal. He is the victim.
You think I'm happy living abroad?
I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.
People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.
You think I'm happy?
That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.
How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.
You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?
WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?
Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?
If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?
If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?
Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?
You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.
That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.
You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?
You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.
For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?
I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.
"They seized my baby and sliced him in two with a knife.
My second child woke up ... They split his head with a machete."
THIS IS THE REALITY FOR NIGERIAN CHRISTIANS.
When will the world wake up?!