Bro dating five girls is not swag
Swag is dating 1 girl and making 90 girls jealous of her
Be a man not a dog

Congratulation to my brother

Good Morning Friends. May God order your going out and coming in, Amen.

God sometimes removes people from your life to protect you. Don't return to them.

Don't feel too important in this life. People would move on without you.

Don't envy anyone in life. Pray and work hard, you'll achieve the desired results.

Call me to connect to you to a professional tailor

Don't let anyone make you feel less.

Anyone who is not part of your life struggling does not deserve your LOYALTY.

Don't let anyone cajoled you into believing that you can't succeed without depending on someone.

Que sera sera

Whether a woman has a lot of money or not, it's the role of a man to keep providing.

A woman derives so much strength and zeal in her husband money.

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: Cristiano’s goal sends Portugal into the FINAL of the Nations League.

The Lion of the tribe of Judah, thank you for making it possible to be awake.

Metataphysica

My Ex Used My Nude Photos in Court to Shame Me Into Giving Up Custody
Episode 1

The courtroom smelled like polished wood, cold air, and judgment. I sat there, numb, heart pounding as my lawyer whispered strategy into my ear—but it all sounded like static. Across the aisle sat the man I once loved, the man I shared a home, a bed, and a child with—Seyi. Three years ago, I left him because I found a voice I didn’t know I had, because the bruises on my body weren’t just from fists but from silence, from a marriage that wore me thin until I barely existed. I took our daughter—our sweet, bubbly three-year-old Mide—and left. I stayed silent. I didn’t drag his name. I didn’t tell the world what he did. I just left. For peace. For safety. For healing. But peace doesn’t last when you leave behind a man like Seyi—he doesn’t accept silence as survival, only as betrayal. And now he was here, suing me for full custody, claiming I was unstable, reckless, “morally unfit to parent a girl.” And then he did the unthinkable. He submitted Exhibit C. A flash drive. The judge raised an eyebrow. Seyi’s lawyer—a smug, sharp-tongued woman in designer heels—walked to the front and calmly plugged it in. “Your Honor,” she said, “this is a crucial element of our argument regarding Ms. Adaobi’s moral fitness.” And then the screen came to life. My breath caught. My soul left my body. My naked body, taken in secret—photos I sent Seyi when we were newly married. When I still trusted him. When love meant openness. They appeared one by one on the courtroom screen. I covered my mouth. My lawyer jumped up, objecting furiously. But it was too late. The judge had seen. The jury had seen. My parents had seen. Even the court clerk looked away in pity. My knees buckled. I fell back into the chair. My ears rang. “This is revenge,” my lawyer barked. “This is a violation of privacy. Those images have no relevance—” “On the contrary,” Seyi’s lawyer cut in. “They show recklessness, sexual irresponsibility, and the kind of decisions that should concern anyone responsible for a child’s development.” “They were married!” my lawyer shouted. “Consensual! This is illegal revenge porn!” But the judge only cleared his throat. “Enough. I’ve seen enough. Ms. Adaobi, do you have anything to say for yourself?” I turned my face toward him slowly, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I trusted him,” I said softly. “I loved him. Those were private. That was my husband.” The judge said nothing. And I knew, in that moment, I had lost. Seyi never looked at me. He kept his gaze forward, as if he hadn’t just exposed my body to strangers in the name of “concern.” That night, I cried until I vomited. My mother held my hair back, her own tears silent and angry. “He will not win,” she said. But I knew better. Men like Seyi didn’t fight fair. They fought to humiliate. To destroy. To erase. The next hearing was worse. Seyi’s team introduced character witnesses—his new wife, his pastor, even one of my old friends who he had obviously bribed. They all painted me as unstable, seductive, a party girl. They spoke about photos he claimed he “found on my phone,” said I had “multiple lovers,” and I sat there, trembling, unable to breathe, watching the court believe him. I tried to speak. I told the truth. I said he hit me. I said I left because I feared for Mide’s safety. But I had no hospital records, no police reports—because I had been too ashamed to file them. And shame doesn’t win custody cases. Evidence does. And Seyi had twisted mine into a noose. Two days later, I got the judgment. Joint custody. Shared rights. Mandatory visitations. But there was more. The judge had also recommended I seek counseling before resuming full-time parental duties. I had to “rebuild my moral integrity in the eyes of the court.” In other words, I was being punished for being a woman who once loved a man enough to trust him with her body. And now he used that love to make me look like filth. I hugged Mide that evening as she slept, breathing her in like she might disappear. She was still mine, but I no longer felt like her mother. I felt like a prisoner with limited visitation rights. I thought the worst was over. But then I found out what Seyi did next. He leaked the photos to a parenting blog. My face blurred. My body exposed. The caption read: “This woman fought for custody. Would you trust your child with her?” My phone rang nonstop. My job issued a warning. My landlord gave me notice. And somewhere, in a mansion paid for by my pain, my ex smiled—and slept soundly beside a woman he would destroy next.

To be continued.:.:

Keep believing in yourself.

Save for rainy days.

Top of the morning to you all, trust you had a great night rest.

Save for rainy days.

Victory, dominion, and perfect health hallmark my daily life. I live in peace with prosperity because my mind continually stays on God’s Word. I do not worry about my health because the Lord has perfected all that concerns me.

I'm Alive!