When I broke up with my ex, I did what any normal, self-preserving woman would do, I blocked him everywhere. WhatsApp, Instagram, Twitter, even LinkedIn (just in case professionalism wanted to misbehave).

But one day, as fate would have it, I stumbled on a video. The type that would have had both of us giggling in the DMs. I paused. Muscle memory kicked in. I ran to my block list like a woman possessed, searched his name (yes, I still remembered the spelling ), and unblocked him.

I didn’t say hi. I didn’t try to start a conversation. I just sent the video with the caption:
“Just thought this would make you happy.”

Then I blocked him again with pride.

Fast forward a few weeks, it happened again. Another video. Another wave of nostalgia. I thought to myself, “It won’t hurt.”
So, I repeated the ritual:
Unblocked him
Sent the video
Captioned it: “This cracked me up, thought of you ”
Getting ready to block him again

But this time… he replied.

He said:
“Please don’t block me yet. I have a video I’ve been waiting to send you too.”

Something in me smiled. I thought, “Aww, maybe he never really moved on.”
My heart did a small Zanku.

Then the video dropped.

I clicked it, excited.
And what did I see?

👰🏽🤵🏽‍♂️
A cinematic, slow-mo, drone-shot, teary-eyed, flower-petal wedding video.
HIS wedding.

To another woman.

The “just thought this would make you happy” queen in me froze.
The video ended with “To forever and beyond” and their lips locked like Wi-Fi and password.

Me: 🫠

I didn’t block him immediately.
I needed the network to understand that I was in a coma.

At that point, even my tears started buffering.

So yes, I’m the clown that unblocked a man twice…
Only for him to gift me a wedding video as a reply.

Ekene my God ga a judge gi 🥹🥹

Written by Queethen ebys

If You Trust Them Naked, Trust Them With Your Password

You share a bed—but hide your phone? Trust and secrets don’t sleep in the same bed. Where there's trust, there are no secrets. Marriage thrives with open phones, not hidden chats.

If you’ve got nothing to hide, you’ve got nothing to fear. A locked phone reveals a locked heart. Love flourishes in the light, not in shadows. Love is a full-access pass—not a limited subscription.

Passwords may seem small—but hiding them raises suspicion. Trust dies in silence. It grows in openness. A healthy marriage has no “private mode.” Trust isn’t real if your phone is off-limits.

Faithfulness isn’t just sexual—it’s digital. Don’t lock out the one you love. Hidden texts and private inboxes weaken your marriage. Secrets have no safe space in marriage. Secrets destroy trust.

Hiding your phone is not love—it’s lockdown. Trust isn’t just about vows—it’s being open with each other in every aspect of life. Transparency isn’t weakness—it’s real love in action.

Dr. K. N. Jacob

The wrong man vs the right man.

The wrong man will make you feel like you have to handle everything on your own.

It's like you have no other choice but to be reliant on yourself.

He will drain you, make you question your worth, and teach you that relying on someone is a risk you can’t afford to take.

But the right man will recognize your strength, and even though he knows just how strong and independent you may be, he still wants to tackle life with you as a team.

He will show up and never stand in front of you or behind you .... but he will always stand beside you.

He will help you carry the weight that is meant to be carried and he will never just say that "he is there for you".

He will prove it with his actions with each and every day that passes.

A real relationship isn’t about one person struggling while the other takes full responsibility of everything in their life.

It’s about coming together as one and working as a team at the same time.

A man’s role isn’t just to be "there" but it's to be present at all times, it’s to lead, to create security, and to always be consistent with you.

Because a woman feeds off the energy of the man she’s pursuing life with.

If he’s unstable, inconsistent, or unsure, she will never feel like she's in a safe place.

But when he shows up as a leader, as a protector, as someone who brings peace rather than chaos, she will naturally respond with softness, trust, and love.

Always remember that the right man sets the tone and the right woman will multiply it.

~ Cody Bret

When a woman replaces you with peace—not another man—you can be sure it’s truly over. That’s the part so many misses. They see her silence and think she’s just confused, that her distance is only temporary, that she’s simply being emotional and will come back when the storm passes. But what they don’t realize is this: when a woman starts craving peace more than your presence, you’ve already lost her.
She’s not searching for someone else to save her. She’s not rebounding—she’s recovering. She’s not hoping to make you jealous—she’s quietly, powerfully, making herself whole again. The most unstoppable version of a woman is the one who no longer needs to be heard, fixed, or fought for—because she’s finally found safety in her own space.
It’s not that she didn’t love you. In fact, she loved you so deeply that she forgot to love herself. She showed up, stood by you, and gave you grace you didn’t even realize you needed. But eventually, she grew tired—tired of begging for the bare minimum, tired of questioning her worth, tired of feeling like loving you meant losing pieces of herself.
So now, she’s exchanged chaos for clarity. Arguments for quiet mornings. Anxiety for deep, steady breaths. That constant feeling of walking on eggshells has been replaced with a sanctuary she’s built for her own peace. There are no loud exits, no dramatic goodbyes—just a gentle, resolute absence. Because when a woman truly heals, she doesn’t chase closure—she becomes it.
Another man could have been forgiven. She could have competed, cried, or pleaded. But when peace walks in and takes your place, understand that her soul has already moved on—and where she’s going, you’re simply not invited.
To every woman who has chosen herself, who has chosen peace over pain, and healing over chaos—your strength is a quiet revolution. Your journey is proof that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is walk away and build a life that feels like home inside your own heart.

When a whale dies, life begins.
It sounds strange, but a dead whale sinking to the ocean floor creates one of the most incredible ecosystems on Earth.
What’s a “whale fall”?
That’s the name for what happens when a whale’s body sinks deep into the sea. But instead of disappearing, it becomes a feast for life.
An underwater city rises
Hagfish and sharks arrive first to strip the flesh.
Crabs and worms move in next.
Then bacteria and rare deep-sea species build a thriving community.
This process can last 50 to 100 years.
From death comes diversity
A single whale fall can support over 100 different species, some found nowhere else on Earth.
The deep sea never wastes
In the cold, dark depths, a dead whale isn’t the end. It’s a new beginning.
This is also one of the reasons everything you see isn't for food. Some are just in the ocean for the purpose of clearing It

This type of girl.
She’s the type of girl to wipe her tears after an argument and smile at you.
She the type of girl who attempts a new recipe because she is excited for you to try it.
She’s the type of girl who doesn’t tell you about her day because she cares more about yours.
She's the type of girl who will jump on the bed with you in a hotel room and eat snacks with you while watching hallmark movies.
She’s the type of girl who gets worried when you don’t answer your phone.
She’s the type of girl that no matter how much you push her away she’s always there for you at the end of the day.
She's the type of girl who asks about your day and genuinely cares about the answer.
She the type of girl who wants to throw blankets and pillows in the back of a truck and watch the stars with you on a cool summer night.
She's the type of girl who would rather cuddle on the couch with you while watching the notebook and drinking some wine, rather than going to a party.
She's the type of girl who will hold your head in her lap and run her fingers through your hair while she looks down at you and thinks to herself how lucky she truly is.
Do me a favor and if you have a girl in your life that does these things ..... never take her for granted because if she ever decides to move on ...
Trust me when I say this ... She isn’t coming back.

When someone tells you to get home safe, stay warm, have a good day, or sleep well, I hope you understand what they're really saying is, 'I love you.'" (Unknown)
Yes, when someone tells you to "get home safe," the unspoken words resonate far deeper than a simple expression of concern. It's a whispered prayer for your well-being, a silent wish for your protection woven into the fabric of their everyday language.
"Stay warm," "have a good day," "sleep well"—these seemingly mundane phrases transform into profound declarations of love, a gentle reminder that you are held in the heart of another.
They are tiny anchors in the vast sea of life, tethering you to the warmth of human connection, offering solace in the knowledge that you are cherished, that your safety and happiness matter. These simple words, spoken with genuine care, are a testament to the power of unspoken affection, a quiet affirmation that you are loved, deeply and unconditionally.

Sometimes you find a song that makes you cry for reasons you can't name. The melody uncovers things you've hidden even from yourself. Music is a gentle thief, stealing the weight from your chest." (R.M. Drake)
When the Music Knows Before You Do...
Sometimes, without warning, a song begins—and before the second verse, your eyes are wet.
You don’t know why.
You weren’t feeling sad.
You weren’t reaching for healing.
But something in the melody finds you.
There are notes that know your story better than you do. Harmonies that slip past your defenses, reach into the locked boxes inside you, and gently open what you swore you buried. A certain lyric echoes through your chest like it’s been waiting years to be heard. You don’t understand all the reasons why, and maybe you never will—but something inside you loosens.
Music has a quiet way of asking you to feel what you've avoided. Not with force, but with grace. It doesn’t demand that you explain or solve anything. It just sits with you, wraps around your soul, and says, "It’s okay to feel this now. It’s safe to let it out."
Sometimes, a song doesn’t just play through your speakers—it plays through your soul.
It steals the ache you didn’t have words for.
It reminds you of someone you miss, or a version of yourself you left behind.
It gives shape to your sorrow and wings to your joy.
You don't need to understand every tear.
You just need to let them fall.
Because sometimes the music is the only one who truly knows what your heart has been trying to say.

FACE REALITY BEFORE IT RUINS YOU.
Nobody cares about your inner beauty at first glance.
You walk into a room, and they’ve already sized you up.
Too fat? Too tired-looking? Unkempt? Next.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover” sounds cute—until you realize life is a marketplace, and you are the packaging.
You think your weight doesn’t matter?
It does.
Not because society is fair—because society is predictable.
Fit people get hired faster.
Attractive people get more help, more trust, more yes.
Clean skin, good posture, glowing energy? It screams discipline. It screams value.
You’re over here crying about rejection, but you don’t even look like someone who takes care of themselves.
You think your “good heart” will carry you.
Sweetheart, this is not a Disney movie. This is Lagos. Or life.
Go to the gym? Yes.
But before that—fix your plate.
Weight is lost in the kitchen, not in the overpriced treadmill.
And no, “self-love” is not an excuse to stay inflamed, breathless, and always tired.
You want doors to open?
Make the mirror your ally.
Turn your body into a weapon.
Look like someone who deserves better.

Being single for a long time can shift your entire perspective. At first, the silence may feel unfamiliar, even lonely—but over time, it becomes sacred. You learn to enjoy your own company, to trust your own rhythms, and to build a life that feels whole without needing someone else to complete it. The peace that comes from not compromising yourself, not constantly explaining your heart, becomes something you fiercely protect.
And maybe that’s why the idea of loving again feels more like a threat than a promise. It’s not about bitterness or fear—it’s about finally understanding the value of your own space, your own calm. You've tasted the kind of stillness that doesn’t depend on anyone, and it's made you question whether chaos, even in the name of love, is worth disturbing that. Maybe, just maybe, being only you is not just enough—it’s everything.

Sperm is not the antidote to good skin and a glowing face.”
They are deceiving you.
Please don’t let social media lies ruin your values.
There’s a rising trend where sexual immorality is being sugarcoated with fake “health tips.”
They’ll say things like,
“It clears pimples,”
“It helps you glow,”
Just to give sin a soft landing.
Some even go as far as applying the sperm on their faces in the morning and night.

Let’s be clear:

Good skin comes from clean habits, not unclean acts.
It comes from water, rest, hygiene, good food, peace of mind not from sexual compromise.
Don’t let anyone use fake science to pull you into bondage.
Your glow doesn’t come from between someone’s legs, it comes from God, from Confidence, from Purity, and Peace.

So I started this 7 days healthy diet journey.
No junk🥹
No sugar
No bread
Pure natural foods for 7 days
Can I cope?
Let's see how it goes
Day 1 breakfast
You are welcome to join me.