If you have any connections or know anyone who can help me secure a Cabin Crew job, I’d really appreciate your help. I’m an NCAA-licensed Cabin Crew member with an EMB-145 type rating, and I’m actively looking for opportunities. Any referral, contact, or lead would mean a lot🙏
I'm not joking when I say the bar for gaining access to my life is so high that even those who already have access still need to keep verifying their access.
I am NOT opening the door to a stranger until it is abundantly clear to me that you don't come with complications.
The word ‘friend’ means so much to me, the same way a ‘life partner’ means much.
I met you on social media, at work, and in church; that doesn't automatically mean you are a friend.
You are FAR from being an acquaintance.
I did a HARD job arranging every piece of my life to make it manageable in this tricky world.
Opening it up to wolves is the last thing I’d like to play with.
People complicate great things.
Be careful.
Hold up your wall like that of Jericho.
If a woman is buying her own flowers it means
1. She has money to buy flowers.
2. She is aware that when she wants something she has the capability to obtain it on her own.
Neither of those things are sad.
Sometimes I sit quietly and ask myself, what did I do to deserve this weight? I move with care. I choose honesty over shortcuts. I give love without keeping score. I try to be soft in a world that rewards hardness. Yet it feels like I am always the one learning lessons the hard way. I watch others walk freely while I carry storms I never created. I fix what I didn’t break. I apologize for things that were never my fault. I stay strong because I don’t know how to fall apart. And it makes me wonder, is being good an invitation to be tested? I don’t regret who I am. I don’t regret choosing kindness. But some nights, the weight feels heavier than my hope.
I respect people who can wake up and within 30 minutes get up, have breakfast, shower, and get ready for work. I need 30 minutes just to figure out where I am and who I am.
as much as i desire a sexual relationship with a partner, i desire intimacy and romance so much more. Holding my hand in public, and looking at me and smiling when i speak. standing behind me with your hands around my waist, and bending down to tie my shoe when it comes unlaced. holding me when i’m scared. reciprocating my joy and excitement about something, no matter how little it may seem.
I don’t think people struggle with the concept of getting married in a few months. I think most struggle with the idea that certainty still exists. We’ve become so accustomed to options, distractions, situationships, and temporary connections that conviction looks reckless. The older I get, the more I realize that time doesn’t reveal everything, intentionality does. People will spend years together avoiding conversations that matter, while others have them within weeks and know where they stand.
I like it when they talk politics in public transport even though I would never open my mouth
Someone was eating Agbado and this Man said Ishe Tinubu niyen, To ba wole leekan si Shuku Agbado le ma je😂😂😭
Sometimes you don't need that final conversation. The fact that they didn't care enough to initiate a talk to clear things up tells you everything you need to know.
I read something today that felt like a punch to the chest. It said: “God, if my fate is to walk alone, then also give me the strength not to feel empty every time I see others being loved the way I wish to be loved.” Let's be completely honest. It is incredibly heavy to watch other people experience the exact care, consistency, and reciprocity you are quietly praying for.
It's not about jealousy it's about the ache of knowing how much love you have to give, and how deeply you deserve to receive it.