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Life is 100% personal.
Stop letting people who don’t walk in your shoes tell you how to live.

They don’t pay your bills.
They don’t feel your pain.
They don’t carry your dreams.

So why let their opinions weigh more than your own?

Protect your energy.
Trust your journey.
This is YOUR life, own it.

If this hit home, let me know in the comment section.

#LifeOnYourTerms #NoPermissionNeeded #SpeakYourTruth

Every new day is a new chance to rise.

I’m @manuelHumble — bringing calm energy, growth mindset, and good vibes to your feed.
If you’re about real talk, positive energy, and meaningful content, you’re in the right place.

Say hi below or share something real. Let’s connect!

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* *Scriptures for Wisdom and Protection*
- Proverbs 2:6 - "For the Lord gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding."
- Psalm 91:4 - "He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you may take refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler."
- James 1:5 - "If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him."
- Psalm 121:7-8 - "The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore."

May these scriptures and the prayer above bring you comfort, wisdom, and protection.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do is keep growing quietly.
No noise. No competition. Just progress.

#StayFocused #GrowthMindset #HumbleVibes

Long-distance relationships are emotional traps for untrained men.

You sit there texting, calling, promising her forever,
While she’s out there collecting attention like it’s oxygen.

You think she’s yours because of “love”?
No, bro.
She’s loyal to her options. Her environment. Her emotions.
And when the right guy shows up and touches the right nerve,
Your long-distance promise means nothing.

Let me burn the fantasy:

You’re in bed dreaming of her.
Some other man is in her bed, giving her what you only type.

You send good morning texts.
He sends dopamine with eye contact and masculine presence.

You plan FaceTime dates.
He plans real ones, with his hands around her waist, not emojis on a screen.

Women don’t stay loyal to absence. They stay loyal to presence, pressure, and power.

And a man who lets distance test loyalty
Is a man who's gambling with a loaded gun pointed at his pride.

You think you're “building trust”?
You’re just feeding her attention-starved ego while she's busy entertaining "just friends."

You think love will carry the weight?
No. Only masculine presence, real-world imprinting, and boundaries keep her in check.

At Girls Approach, we teach men how to dominate the room, not text their worth across borders.

If you can’t show up in person, you better show up in power.
Otherwise? You're just emotionally funding her connection with the next bold guy in her city.

Let the truth be told:

A woman’s loyalty is as stable as the attention she receives.
Distance doesn’t protect your bond.
It exposes the illusion of one.

If you disappoint, you must appear before the council of brotherhood, and explain why you've decided to disgrace everybody.

No whining.
This is Girls Approach energy. This is dominance without desperation.
If you’re not in her world physically, someone else will be.
Step up or step aside.

This is warfare. Get hard or go home.

#girlsapproach

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I’m incredibly excited about this project and the impact it will have on every child who walks through our doors.

You can be part of this transformation!
Spread the word
Support the enrollment of children
Volunteer to be a beacon of hope in their lives

Thank you in advance for standing with us. 🙏🏽
Together, we’re building brighter futures one child at a time.

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With the cost of education on the rise, and given that education is a weapon against poverty, could the average man afford it from the next 5 years onward? What could be the fate of the average man especially for upcoming generations? Would you be interested if l can show a way to navigate this so it won't be so much of a hassle for you? Show some love via likes or comment so as to proceed. Happy Sunday great and beautiful people. Sons and daughters of the Most High. Shalom

When we first met, he told me he was living with his parents. His father's house had many rooms, so he didn’t need to rent. The girl I was five years ago would have said, "Thank you, but I don’t date a man who lives with his parents." But there’s one thing that comes with maturing or experiencing different shades of life: it makes you understand that the same situations can bring different stories.

I said yes, hoping our story wouldn’t be like that failed relationship story I read on Silent Beads.

He would come to my place bearing gifts and smiles. He would help around while telling me stories of how it feels to live with your parents at thirty. "They don’t respect your age ooo. They can send you to go and buy charcoal when you’ve just returned from buying pepper from the street."

After three months of dating, I realized he’d met my friends and my mom, but I hadn’t met anyone from his side. He told me he didn’t have friends. I said fine. He told me he would take me home to say hi to his parents one day. I said okay.

It didn’t sit well with me that I would date a man for three months and not know where he lived, so I started pressing him to take me home. He gave me excuses. He said his father hates to see him with a woman and that once he takes me home, his father might think he’s going to sleep with me and won’t respect me or our relationship again.

I said, "That’s fine, but I want to see the brick-and-mortar you live in. I want to know the area, the color of your building, the color of the gate. Do you have a dog in there? I want to hear how it barks."

Six months later, he decided to take me home. Not only to see the color of the building but to visit his room and spend the night.

The Uber stopped right in front of his gate. He said, "You see, it’s a brown gate and a yellow house. Easy to see." He walked in as I followed. It was around 8 p.m. Immediately, we stepped into the compound, his demeanor changed. He murmured something loud enough for me to hear: "Why’s the light in my parents’ room on?"

He asked me to wait while he went in to check. I was standing in the compound when a man walked up to me from behind the house. He asked who I was looking for. You look at his face and the way he walks, and you realize it’s the father. I answered respectfully, "I came with Kojo, but he’s inside."

He changed from nonchalant to concerned. He asked, "Kojo is in the house?" I nodded. He asked again, "Who are you? Who are you to him?" I answered while bowing, "He’s my friend."

I said friend, but he got angry. Then he shouted Kojo’s name. When Kojo was coming out, his mom followed, and then a boy, and later a girl. His face didn’t look cheerful—like he had encountered a ghost and wanted to run. His father said, "So you thought we hadn’t returned, so you were sneaking in your new victim, right?"

His mom asked who I was, and I said a friend. She asked, "A friend, and you’re being sneaked in at this time? What kind of friends are you?" I stood there watching while those two kids kept calling him Daddy and asking him a series of questions, like children always do. I was getting the message. All was not well.

His mom said, "These two kids are his. I hope you know that already?" His dad added, "He had them with two different women. I hope you also know that? He impregnated the women in the same month, so these two kids were born days apart. Do you know all that?"

I started smiling shyly. His dad wasn’t having it. His mom kept smiling. She said, "If you know all that and you’re still happy, then welcome home."

I took two steps backward. I looked at Kojo’s face, but he avoided my gaze. I thanked his parents and told them I didn’t know all that because he hadn’t told me. I mentioned his name and said goodbye to him. I walked out of the gate with a heavy head and a heart that was falling apart.

When I got home, I texted him, "Thank you for letting me know your house. At least, I now know which house to avoid the next time I’m in the vicinity."

He said sorry. He said he was going to tell me the truth but slowly. He said he didn’t want to lose me and that he was serious when he said he was going to marry me.

My response was, "Do me a favor. Please lose my number and miss your way to my place. I can’t be your third baby mama."

End.

If you feel heavy, relaxed in purpose fulfillment, in prayer and fellowshipping with brethren, you am under spiritual attack.

And the whole reason is to weaken you such that you should not be able to live out purpose and win souls unto the kingdom of God.

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When you sow bountifully you will reap bountifully.

When you sow sparingly you will reap sparingly may God show up His mercy.