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NAWAOOO this my Gender self

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I hate men that beat women. Pls men beaters stop.

Ladies please take note

My father never believed I could amount to anything. Not because I was lazy or stubborn. But because I wasn’t Clement.

Clement; my elder brother was the first son, the pride of the family. He had the brain of ten boys. The kind of child that neighbors used as an example when scolding theirs.

When he passed WAEC with flying colors, we celebrated like it was a wedding.

Papa sold one of his plots of land to send Clement to a private university. He even borrowed money from our church.

I was in SS2 then. I told Papa I wanted to learn tailoring after school.

He waved me off. “Tailor? That’s not a future. Face your books or forget it.”

I faced my books, but not much changed. I was average. Not brilliant, I was just… there.

When Clement came home on holidays, Papa would kill two chickens. Something he never did for any of us.

One day I overheard Papa telling a visitor,

“Clement will become a big man. That other one? Let’s just say he’s still looking for himself.”

That “other one” was me.

Then Clement graduated.

The night we threw a party for him, Papa cried tears of Joy while holding a bottle of malt. He said,

“My joy is full today! My investment is about to yield!”

We all believed it too.

Until things started changing.

Clement stayed longer in his room. He stopped going out. We found him one night behind the house… sniffing something from a nylon bag, eyes red like fire.

That was the day Papa collapsed.

Turns out, Clement had been taking dru*gs since his third year in school. He never told anyone. The pressure to bring the whole family out of poverty was k!11!ng him inside.

Soon, things began to go missing around the house. Papa’s wristwatch. Mama’s gold earring. Even the ceiling fan from the parlour. Obviously, Clement needed money for his Dr*ugs

The golden boy was falling and fast.

He went in and out of rehab for two years. And when he wasn’t there, he was stealing, or lying.

But me?

I had quietly found my path.

When I left secondary school, I begged Mama to talk to Uncle Rasheed, the tailor on our street. I started learning the trade.

While Clement was still battling himself, I got my first shop.

Then I bought my first industrial machine.

Mama would sometimes cry while helping me iron customers’ clothes. “God sees everything, Tope,” she’d whisper. “Keep going.”

Then came the turning point.

Papa had a stroke.

There was no one to run to.

Clement was in rehab again.

Ebun, our last born, was still in school.

So I stepped in.

I paid for the hospital bills. Paid for his drugs. Paid for the physiotherapist that came every evening.

It was my tailoring business that carried the weight Papa thought only Clement could bear.

One afternoon, I returned home in a car I recently bought.

Not to show off, I was just delivering clothes.

Papa was on the veranda, thin and tired. He looked at me for a long time, then said,

“Tope… I was wrong.”

That was all. No long speech. Just three words I’d waited years to hear.

And that night, for the first time ever, he prayed for me.

"Not every star shines the loudest."
"Some glow quietly, in dark corners—waiting to be noticed." "My father chose Clement, but life chose me." "And in the end, it wasn’t brilliance that saved my family… it was consistency."

Don’t write off any child. Not every seed grows at the same time, but each one deserves water, light, and love.

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Ladies, if a man chooses to walk away from you and run to another woman—especially when you’ve done nothing but love him right, support him, and pour goodness into the relationship—don’t see it as a loss. Count it as a blessing in disguise. Why? Because sometimes rejection is simply God’s redirection. A man who doesn’t recognize your value was never meant to carry the weight of your worth. Remember this: cheap thrills and bargain hunters are always looking for something quick and easy—they don’t have the patience or the depth to appreciate something rare, valuable, and truly priceless. And sis, that’s you.

When you are at peace with yourself and you love yourself, it's virtually impossible for you to do things to yourself that are destructive.

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