𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸

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[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

2016, in my homeless days, visited 2 very rich family members ( I mean bastardly rich, they both owned tank farms) In Portharcourt so I could just beg them for help ! Even if it’s for food!

First one never picked my calls and the second one when I got to her gate, told the security man not to let me in! She brought an envelope of 5k or 10k and told me she wouldn’t want me around, but if I need anything I should let her know! House that I once lived in!

I went my back to my uncompleted building, cried and composed this Yoruba song!
“ God, if you were the one that created me and brought me to earth, lift me up and have mercy on me” 😂

I always find a talent when I’m in shit

Promised myself that I’ll never, go to anyone for money again or food! That I’ll depend on God alone and make sure I get anything doing, even if it’s to pack poo!

Then I packed all my things and moved back to Lag! And grind like I would die!

Started from taxi driving and added teaching, to soap and paint making, painting houses, furniture and interior design, cooking and house cleaning! Selling of cloths!

Y’all, I did everything I could so I wouldn’t beg for food! It was hard some days but TODAY THE 10th Of March, 2024, I am 1000 far up from where I used to be!

God blessed me first with good people, and he wiped my shame away! He blessed me and made me a blessing to thousands!

This is to encourage you that the phase of life you are would change! Don’t stop working and don’t stop trusting in God! ❤️

Happy Sunday! Bels ❤️

Don’t mind the picture! Not slept well in days 🥺

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

@babaireayo I no Dey argue with moron! Mk I block your papa!

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

“I built Lagos” don cripple the whole country.

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

At 3:14 a.m., the phone lit up the darkness of the master bedroom.

Adaeze Okafor-Briggs had not been fully asleep. Seven years of marriage to a man with secrets had rewired her instincts. She didn’t sleep anymore, she waited.

She reached for the phone without sitting up.

One image. Unsaved number.

She knew immediately.

Simone.

Simone Adeyemi. Her husband’s “business development consultant.” The woman Chukwuemeka Briggs, Emeka to the world, CEO to his company, had hired fourteen months ago and defended with the rehearsed calm of a man who had practiced his arguments in the shower.

“She’s brilliant, Ada. You’d like her if you gave her a chance.”

Ada had given her exactly the chance she deservedcareful observation and total silence.

She opened the image.

Simone was sitting upright in what appeared to be the presidential suite of the Eko Atlantic Signature Tower in Lagos. She was wearing Emeka’s navy monogrammed robe — the one Ada had ordered custom from Milan for his fortieth birthday. One leg crossed. Champagne glass raised. Eyes staring directly into the camera with the focused confidence of a woman delivering a message.

And there was Emeka.

Stretched across the bed behind her, one arm thrown over a pillow, completely asleep.

Completely unaware.

The photo had been composed. Arranged. Deliberate.

Simone hadn’t sent this in a moment of weakness. She had planned it. Styled it. Waited for the right angle, the right light, the right hour — 3 a.m., when a wife is most alone with her imagination.

She wanted Ada to shatter quietly in the dark.

Ada sat up slowly in bed.

She studied the photo for forty-three seconds. She counted.

Then she set the phone face-down on the nightstand, walked barefoot to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of cold water.

She stood at the window and watched the lights of Abuja spread out below the penthouse she had negotiated the lease on. The company she had quietly restructured during its near-collapse in 2021. The board relationships she had cultivated when Emeka was too proud to ask for help.

Simone thought she was sending a photo to a wife.

She had actually sent it to the architect of everything Emeka Briggs had built.

Ada finished her water. Rinsed the glass. Set it down.

Then she walked back to the bedroom, picked up her phone, and opened the encrypted board communication channel for Briggs-Okafor Capital Group.

Fourteen members. Investors across Lagos, London, and Houston. The kind of men and women who did not tolerate reputational risk inside their portfolio companies.

Her thumb hovered.

Lord, forgive me. but this man has had this coming.

She forwarded the image.

Then she typed:

“Gentlemen and ladies, it appears our CEO has been conducting after-hours strategy sessions with our head of business development. I thought full transparency was consistent with our governance values. I wish them both every happiness.”

Send.

The channel absorbed the message like a stone dropped into still water.

Three seconds of nothing.

Then the first read receipt.

Then another.

Then a private message from Chief Adebayo Fashola, chairman of the board, sixty-two years old, deeply conservative, deeply religious:

“Adaeze. Call me at 7 a.m. We need to talk about the transition.”

Ada smiled for the first time all night.

She didn’t reply.

Instead she walked to the study, her study, the one Emeka always called “Ada’s war room” as a joke and unlocked the bottom drawer of the mahogany desk.

Inside sat a folder she had assembled over ninety days.

Financial disclosures. Asset documentation. Two property titles in her name alone. The original partnership agreement from 2018 l, the one that established her as co-founder, not spouse, that Emeka had quietly tried to dissolve in 2023 and failed because her attorney had anticipated exactly that move.

She had not been planning a divorce.

She had been planning a transition.

[Adex sammy @Adexsammy10]

i’m just scared of relationship stf fr

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

@adanonso_ You are absolutely correct

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

At 3:14 a.m., the phone lit up the darkness of the master bedroom.

Adaeze Okafor-Briggs had not been fully asleep. Seven years of marriage to a man with secrets had rewired her instincts. She didn’t sleep anymore, she waited.

She reached for the phone without sitting up.

One image. Unsaved number.

She knew immediately.

Simone.

Simone Adeyemi. Her husband’s “business development consultant.” The woman Chukwuemeka Briggs, Emeka to the world, CEO to his company, had hired fourteen months ago and defended with the rehearsed calm of a man who had practiced his arguments in the shower.

“She’s brilliant, Ada. You’d like her if you gave her a chance.”

Ada had given her exactly the chance she deservedcareful observation and total silence.

She opened the image.

Simone was sitting upright in what appeared to be the presidential suite of the Eko Atlantic Signature Tower in Lagos. She was wearing Emeka’s navy monogrammed robe — the one Ada had ordered custom from Milan for his fortieth birthday. One leg crossed. Champagne glass raised. Eyes staring directly into the camera with the focused confidence of a woman delivering a message.

And there was Emeka.

Stretched across the bed behind her, one arm thrown over a pillow, completely asleep.

Completely unaware.

The photo had been composed. Arranged. Deliberate.

Simone hadn’t sent this in a moment of weakness. She had planned it. Styled it. Waited for the right angle, the right light, the right hour — 3 a.m., when a wife is most alone with her imagination.

She wanted Ada to shatter quietly in the dark.

Ada sat up slowly in bed.

She studied the photo for forty-three seconds. She counted.

Then she set the phone face-down on the nightstand, walked barefoot to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of cold water.

She stood at the window and watched the lights of Abuja spread out below the penthouse she had negotiated the lease on. The company she had quietly restructured during its near-collapse in 2021. The board relationships she had cultivated when Emeka was too proud to ask for help.

Simone thought she was sending a photo to a wife.

She had actually sent it to the architect of everything Emeka Briggs had built.

Ada finished her water. Rinsed the glass. Set it down.

Then she walked back to the bedroom, picked up her phone, and opened the encrypted board communication channel for Briggs-Okafor Capital Group.

Fourteen members. Investors across Lagos, London, and Houston. The kind of men and women who did not tolerate reputational risk inside their portfolio companies.

Her thumb hovered.

Lord, forgive me. but this man has had this coming.

She forwarded the image.

Then she typed:

“Gentlemen and ladies, it appears our CEO has been conducting after-hours strategy sessions with our head of business development. I thought full transparency was consistent with our governance values. I wish them both every happiness.”

Send.

The channel absorbed the message like a stone dropped into still water.

Three seconds of nothing.

Then the first read receipt.

Then another.

Then a private message from Chief Adebayo Fashola, chairman of the board, sixty-two years old, deeply conservative, deeply religious:

“Adaeze. Call me at 7 a.m. We need to talk about the transition.”

Ada smiled for the first time all night.

She didn’t reply.

Instead she walked to the study, her study, the one Emeka always called “Ada’s war room” as a joke and unlocked the bottom drawer of the mahogany desk.

Inside sat a folder she had assembled over ninety days.

Financial disclosures. Asset documentation. Two property titles in her name alone. The original partnership agreement from 2018 l, the one that established her as co-founder, not spouse, that Emeka had quietly tried to dissolve in 2023 and failed because her attorney had anticipated exactly that move.

She had not been planning a divorce.

She had been planning a transition.

[Ada @adanonso_]

@therealbelano The most dangerous person in the room is often the one everyone mistakes for “just the wife.”

Simone thought she was sending heartbreak. She accidentally submitted her resignation letter.

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

Sometimes when I see some dad dress their kids, I just burst into laughter. Especially the female kids.

Like what the heck!

Can’t be me sha. 😂😂

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

There is a difference. A divorce is reactive. A transition is architectural.

Ada changed into dark trousers, a cream blouse, and flat leather shoes. No jewelry except her late mother’s gold bangle — the one thing in this apartment that had always truly belonged to her.

She called her driver.

“Emmanuel. I need you in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, ma. Everything okay?”

“Everything is exactly as it should be.”

She rolled a single carry-on to the door. Everything else in this apartment could be replaced, returned, or litigated.

She took one last look at the bedroom where Emeka’s phone would start ringing in approximately three hours when the first board member reached him.

She felt no anger.

Only the clean, clarifying peace of a woman who had finally stopped carrying someone else’s secrets.

By 4:30 a.m., she was in the back of the car moving silently through the dark streets of Abuja toward her sister’s house — where a guest room, a strong cup of tea, and a future she had been quietly building were already waiting.

On her phone, a message from her attorney:

“The filing is ready. Say the word.”

Ada typed back without hesitation:

“Say it.”

She put the phone in her bag, leaned back against the seat, and exhaled seven years.

The city lights blurred past the window.

Simone had sent a photo at 3 a.m. to end a wife.

She had accidentally freed a woman who was far too powerful to be just somebody’s wife.

[ORIADE ASAKE 🍭 @HerRoyally]

Look back and thank God , look ahead and trust God .🌸

[ORIADE ASAKE 🍭 @HerRoyally]

You keh 😒

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

My guy is 3 years drugs free 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

Give people grace. Make excuses for people! Stop making assumptions, communicate properly when you feel a certain way and you think you aren’t treated right. Also, your feelings aren’t always valid. Apologize when you are wrong, love those who love you back. People won’t always love you the way you love them back.

Most importantly, love and trust God.

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

All the reasons here are almost the same for anyone outside Europe!

[Dr. SYLVIE WATIKUM 🇨🇲🇯🇵 @sylviewatikum]

Abort mission!
Abort mission now!!
Abort mission expeditiously!!
I live in Tokyo just to provide some context

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

Let’s see how this do. 😤

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

Family is all that matters. 😍

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

Let us be the other way round. lol. 😂😂

Then you’ll see this folks saying it’s a penalty.

[The Touchline | 𝐓 @TouchlineX]

🚨 PENALTY: YES OR NO?

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

@treashybills_01 Someone that’s is in front fouled him ?

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

That’s a freaking penalty. I hate these folks

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

@Ericmore001 Did you the push now? That’s crazy.

[𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖘 🇺🇸 @therealbelano]

Lmao. This referee is biased! Rubbish.