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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I highly recommend having a clingy, lovey-dovey partner—the kind of person who isn’t afraid to love you out loud. Life is too short to be with someone who treats affection like an obligation or makes love feel like a guessing game.
Be with someone who lights up when they see you, who reaches for your hand instinctively, who pulls you closer just because they can. Someone who kisses your forehead steals little glances at you when they think you’re not looking, and makes you feel like you’re the most precious thing in their world.
Love should be felt, seen, heard—not something you have to beg for. Find the person who wraps you in their arms like home, who texts “I miss you” in the middle of the day, and who makes even the smallest moments feel magical.
Because real love isn’t distant. It’s present. It’s felt deeply and expressed freely—without fear, without hesitation. And that’s the kind of love you deserve.

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You'll long for this.
You’ll ache for her at 3 a.m., waking from a nightmare, reaching for her—but she’s not there.
You’ll ache for the absence of those unexpected “I love you” texts that used to light up your day.
You’ll ache for her when your day has gone south, and there’s no one who listens the way she did—fully, patiently, and with love.
You’ll ache when you see her laughing with friends, knowing you’re no longer the reason behind her smile.
You’ll ache on cold nights, with only tangled sheets and a glowing phone screen to keep you company.
You’ll ache to cry in her arms again—but she’ll walk right past you, eyes forward, heart no longer yours.
You’ll ache watching her dance, remembering all the times she asked you to join her—and you didn’t.
You’ll ache when you realize how often you still talk about her, while she no longer speaks your name.
You’ll ache when even alcohol can’t blur the image of her smiling in the moonlight.
You’ll ache when your messages go unread, your calls unanswered.
You’ll ache when you understand—too late—that no one ever cared for you the way she did.
You’ll reach for her hand, but it won’t be there.
You’ll miss the goofy selfies, the random videos, the sweet “just thinking about you” moments.
You’ll ache when it’s late, and you’re lying alone, with no one to talk to.
You’ll ache for her little laugh—the one that used to brighten your darkest hours.
You’ll ache for everything.
And by the time you realize what you had—and what you lost—it’ll be too late.
She’ll be in someone else’s arms, giving them the love she once gave you.
She’ll be sharing laughs, secrets, memories… building a life you once had the chance to build with her.
That’s when it will hit you the hardest:
That extraordinary, once-in-a-lifetime woman with the heart of gold?
She’s no longer yours.
So cherish her while you still can—because life doesn’t often give you a second chance with a good woman.

A great relationship is built on two hearts choosing to love each other deeply and intentionally. It’s waking up each day with the desire to pour into one another’s needs—not out of obligation, but out of love. It’s holding hands through the highs and the lows, building dreams side by side, and being each other’s peace in a chaotic world. Its teamwork wrapped in romance, where both people feel seen, valued, and safe in each other’s arms.

According to him, "Nigerians are tired of the APC. They are looking for a credible option. They want to see people come together, setting aside their differences and giving them an alternative to this failure of a government. I have no ambition in the coalition, I feel that having contributed to bringing about this tragedy to Nigeria by working for the emergence of Tinubu as president, I should contribute in my last lap, to removing this evil I believe will destroy Nigeria."

The way forward according to them

According to him, "Nigerians are tired of the APC. They are looking for a credible option. They want to see people come together, setting aside their differences and giving them an alternative to this failure of a government. I have no ambition in the coalition, I feel that having contributed to bringing about this tragedy to Nigeria by working for the emergence of Tinubu as president, I should contribute in my last lap, to removing this evil I believe will destroy Nigeria."

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Pls join me and which him well.

May the lord walk beside u today guiding,keeping and giving u peace in every steps of ur way.
May He always bless u with His loving presence

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Four common Things God's purposed for us:
i) God's purpose for you life is a good one.(Jer. 29:11)
ii) God want His name to be glorified through you.(Eph 1:10-12, Eph 2:9-10)
iii) God want you to be fruitful.(John 15:16)
iv ) That you should be a blessing.(Genesis 12:2)

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