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Things Were Much Better Under Jonathan's Regime; I Regret Criticizing Him —Bello El-Rufai

I Was Naive To Have Criticised Jonathan, Bello El-Rufai Admits

I marry early, just 20 years old. My husband na 24 that time. We love ourself well-well. E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle. We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby. But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain. I labour for almost 3 days. When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak. Two hours later, my pikin d!e. I cry tire. My husband too cry. But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again." Six months later, I carry belle again. After 9 months — another stillbirth. Third belle, the same thing happen. Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.” But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen. Some people say na spiritual matter. We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer. Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one. I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e. Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear. Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again. I tell my husband make we try adopt for now. Him agree. I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish. My husband vex. Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again. I begin follow the matter spiritually again. Different prophecies, no solution. One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money. Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million. She say e legit. I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out." I go borrow money. I give my friend 600k as first payment. One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me. I shock. My heart cut. I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter" Next day, police land arrest me. My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.” I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.” Just like play, I land prison. No lawyer. No family. My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence. My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her. She promise to help me too. Nothing happen. I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish. Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people. Different NGO dey come prison. Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope. Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out. Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me. She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail. When I reach house, my husband don move. Don remarry with three children already. When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match. That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.” She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills. From there I start my small baking business. But inside me, I still dey cry. I no even fit look mirror. I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope. One day, I go deliver wedding cake. As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house. I tell myself, “I go change this story.” I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type. I watch make-up beginners videos. I start to buy small affordable good clothes. I begin dey apply simple makeup. I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin. I begin see my beauty again. Customers begin notice. Begin compliment me. I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile. My self-confidence begin return. One day, I go deliver cake again. I dress well. The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business. But na love him come find. Him fine, young, tall — and kind. I open up tell am everything. He say, “Your past no be your name. Let’s build something new.” Today, I don marry again. I don born two boys through CS operation. Dem survive. My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years. My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again. I don finally become mama. Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story. --- To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you. The pain of stillbirth no be small thing. Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand. Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited. But make you hear this one: you never fail. Your womb no betray you. Your heart still be the heart of a mother. And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you. To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look — My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body. Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary. Self love dey build back self esteem You go rise again and glow in your own time. To the women wey their husband don abandon them — No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away. God never walk away from you. Stand up, dust your pain, start again. Look good, take care of yourself. You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again. To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles — May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears. Amen. @highlight

Regina, you say I can’t attract rich men, Rick Ross allegedly wanted me to be his girlfriend but I said No! “ —ANGELA OKORIE “I have standards, I don’t just date any man because of money. Rick Ross is 5x richer and younger than your ancestor but I turned him down because he’s not my type. His belly turns me off. But if it were you, you’ll probably be running after him in the US by now. You’re just a child inlove with money.” —ANGELA OKORIE Angela Okorie tells Regina Daniels and she brings receipts of Rick Ross in her DM … Both Rick Ross and Angela Okorie are 49-years old but Angela still turned down the BOSS.

*LEAVE YOUR FEMALE STUDENTS ALONE!* This is not just a warn!ng—this is a cry. A cry for the girl child. A cry for our schools. A cry for sanity. Dear young male teacher, You are gifted. You are admired. Your presence alone makes the girls sit up, eager to learn. You speak with passion, you dress smart, you explain well—and you may not know this—but many of those girls in your class are secretly cru$h!ng on you. But listen carefully: Their admiration is not permission. Their smiles are not an invitation. Their boldness is not maturity. They are still children. Tender. VulnerabI3. Still figuring out their emotions. What they feel is not love—it is confusion dressed in admiration. They trust you. They believe in you. And when you cross that sacred line… you k!II something in them. You kiIIher confidence. You kiII her future. You kiII her right to grow up whole and safe. Let me tell you what many don’t talk about. There are girls walking around today—empty, br0ken, hiding pa!n under their makeup—because a teacher who was supposed to protect them u$ed them. Some dropped out of school with swollen bellies. Some ended up in danger0u$ relationships they didn’t deserve. Some can no longer focus in class. Some lost their voice. Some have never healed. And what’s worse? Many of them still blame themselves. You were supposed to be her mentor. Her light. Her guide. Instead, you became her first heartbreak£ her first betrayal, her first $hame. Let me say this loud and clear: If a girl student ever gets bold enough to come close, it is because you have already given her the signal. Yes—you may not have touched her yet, but your boundary is already weak. And weak boundaries are a silent invitation to destruct!on. Don’t tell yourself “it’s love.” It’s not. Don’t say “she started it.” She didn’t. Don’t say “others have done it.” That’s no excuse. The truth is: many male teachers have ru!ned the destiny of the girl child in the name of love. And nobody talks about it enough. Be different. Don’t become another reason why a girl can’t look a male teacher in the eye without f£ar. Don’t become the face she remembers every time the word “trust” is mentioned. Don’t destr0y a child to satisfy your weakness. You are not just teaching a subject—you are shaping a soul. So protect her. Guard your role. Be disciplined. Be a real man. Be the teacher she’ll write about with pride—not pa!n. Let this be the end of this madn€$$. Let the classroom be a place of growth, not trau.ma. If this message touched your heart, share it like fire. We must shout it louder until every teacher hears it: Leave the girl child alone. Let her grow. Let her breathe. Let her be safe.

I marry early, just 20 years old. My husband na 24 that time. We love ourself well-well. E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle. We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby. But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain. I labour for almost 3 days. When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak. Two hours later, my pikin d!e. I cry tire. My husband too cry. But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again." Six months later, I carry belle again. After 9 months — another stillbirth. Third belle, the same thing happen. Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.” But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen. Some people say na spiritual matter. We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer. Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one. I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e. Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear. Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again. I tell my husband make we try adopt for now. Him agree. I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish. My husband vex. Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again. I begin follow the matter spiritually again. Different prophecies, no solution. One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money. Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million. She say e legit. I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out." I go borrow money. I give my friend 600k as first payment. One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me. I shock. My heart cut. I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter" Next day, police land arrest me. My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.” I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.” Just like play, I land prison. No lawyer. No family. My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence. My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her. She promise to help me too. Nothing happen. I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish. Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people. Different NGO dey come prison. Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope. Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out. Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me. She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail. When I reach house, my husband don move. Don remarry with three children already. When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match. That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.” She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills. From there I start my small baking business. But inside me, I still dey cry. I no even fit look mirror. I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope. One day, I go deliver wedding cake. As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house. I tell myself, “I go change this story.” I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type. I watch make-up beginners videos. I start to buy small affordable good clothes. I begin dey apply simple makeup. I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin. I begin see my beauty again. Customers begin notice. Begin compliment me. I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile. My self-confidence begin return. One day, I go deliver cake again. I dress well. The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business. But na love him come find. Him fine, young, tall — and kind. I open up tell am everything. He say, “Your past no be your name. Let’s build something new.” Today, I don marry again. I don born two boys through CS operation. Dem survive. My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years. My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again. I don finally become mama. Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story. --- To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you. The pain of stillbirth no be small thing. Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand. Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited. But make you hear this one: you never fail. Your womb no betray you. Your heart still be the heart of a mother. And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you. To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look — My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body. Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary. Self love dey build back self esteem You go rise again and glow in your own time. To the women wey their husband don abandon them — No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away. God never walk away from you. Stand up, dust your pain, start again. Look good, take care of yourself. You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again. To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles — May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears. Amen. #everyoneシ゚ #woman #virals #marriage

*HOW TO SPOT COMMON CANCERS EARLY* Cancer is often silent in the beginning, but your body might be trying to tell you something. knowing the early signs of common cancers can be life-saving. Here’s what to watch out for and when to take action 👇 🔑 LUNG CANCER A cough that just won’t go away, or that gets worse over time, could be an early sign. If you’re coughing up blood or feeling out of breath doing everyday things, take note. Chest pain that’s worse when you breathe in deeply, laugh, or cough is also something to check out. Early tests can help spot lung issues before they get worse. 🔑 BREAST CANCER Pay attention to any lumps in the breast or under the arm, especially if they feel hard or are growing. Look for changes in the size or shape of your breast or any fluid coming from the nipple that is not milk. Skin changes, like dimpling (making it look like an orange peel) or redness, are also early signs. Checking yourself regularly matters here. Men also have breast cancer, though it's rare. 🔑 COLON CANCER The colon is the final part of the digestive system. Signs like changes in bathroom habits, like ongoing diarrhea, constipation, or feeling like you can’t empty your bowels completely, may matter. Blood in your stool is another red flag, along with stomach pain that doesn’t go away. Sudden weight loss and feeling very tired without a clear reason could also mean it’s time for a checkup. 🔑 PROSTATE CANCER Early signs can include trouble starting to urinate, needing to go more often (especially at night), or feeling like your bladder is not fully emptying. Some men also notice blood in their urine or sudden erectile issues. Though prostate cancer often grows slowly, early testing can help 🔑 STOMACH CANCER Stomach cancer symptoms include constant indigestion, feeling full quickly, bloating, appetite loss, and unexplained weight loss. Vomiting blood or black stools may occur in advanced cases. Risk factors include H. pylori infection, smoking, heavy drinking, and diets high in salty or smoked foods. Early detection involves endoscopy, and prevention includes a healthy diet, avoiding smoking, and treating infections. 🔑 LIVER CANCER Early signs of liver cancer include yellowing of the skin or eyes (jaundice), pain or swelling in the upper right belly, tiredness, and weight loss. Risks include hepatitis B or C, heavy alcohol use, and liver disease. 🔑 CERVICAL CANCER The first signs of cervical cancer are unusual vaginal bleeding (after sex, between periods, or after menopause), watery or bloody discharge with a strong smell, and pelvic pain during or after intercourse. 🔑 PANCREATIC CANCER Pancreatic cancer signs are often subtle, so it’s good to know them. Look out for jaundice (yellowing of the skin and eyes), dark colored urine, or lighter-colored stools. Upper belly pain that may spread to your back, sudden weight loss, and poor appetite are also signals to watch for. 🔑 SKIN CANCER Skin cancer can show early warning signs, such as new growths or sores that don’t heal and changes in existing moles. Watch out for moles that change in size, shape, or color, or develop uneven edges. Redness, swelling, or spreading colour around a mole, as well as itching, tenderness, or bleeding, can also be signs. 🔑 This Why Early Detection Matters. Early detection means more treatment options and better chances of treatment. If you notice anything unusual, don’t hesitate to get it checked out! Once confirmed, embark on the following immediately for 3 months and check again afterwards. 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇 👇 Alternate salud and faforon by every 2 hours. *Use the outer cover of salud in measuring both salud and faforon* ✍️8am take 2 covers of salud. ✍️10am take 2 covers of faforon. ✍️12noon take 2 covers of salud. ✍️2pm take 2 covers of faforon. ✍️4pm take 2 covers of salud. ✍️7pm take 2 covers of faforon. All Spidex series should be taken only twice daily. 2 capsules in the morning, 2 capsules at night. FaforDitoz should be taken 3 days at night only. Repeat it every 2 weeks to keep moping the free radicals that form cancer cells. Take this intensively for 3 months, then repeat the following tests 👇 Immunohistochemistry. Full blood count. FBS. Body CT Scan. Ultra scan. Liver kidney function test. And various blood parameters to detect if there is any cancer remnant in the system. Avoid chemotherapy, it's toxic, and it kills faster than cancer itself ✍️ Reach out to us for a therapeutic solution👍.

Diabetes didn’t start today. It didn’t begin with your blood sugar test. It didn’t begin the day you got “120” on your glucometer. It began years ago— Before the labs. Before the symptoms. Before the belly fat had a name. It started with: – That constant craving for something sweet – That tiredness you blamed on “work stress” – That 2AM hunger you treated with biscuits – That nap after every swallow – That weight you couldn’t shake no matter how “small” you ate The journey to diabetes is long. And quiet. And slow. Until it’s not. Some people feel it early— Neuropathy. Blurry vision. Erectile dysfunction. Mood swings. PCOS. Constant thirst. Others? They coast through life with sugar dancing in their veins and don’t know it—until the damage is too deep. And yes— Some people are lucky. Some are not. But don’t count on Lady Luck. She doesn’t always show up. And when she does, she doesn’t always dress well. Sometimes she comes too late, With a cane and a dialysis machine. This is not fear. This is forecast. If your body is already whispering— Don’t wait for it to shout.

Never Marry a Woman Who Thinks Duty Is Oppression Let’s flip the script. Modern women don’t mind love. They mind responsibility. They say they want a husband… But act allergic to the weight that comes with being a wife. Let’s break it down: --- 1. She Wants Rights—But Hates Roles She says she wants marriage. But only if she can rewrite the terms. No submission. No service. No sacrifice. Just: – Her career – Her comfort – Her convenience She wants you to pay the bills, protect the house, lead the vision… But call her “wife”? Suddenly she’s not your partner—she’s a prisoner. --- 2. Duty Is a Trigger Word to the Modern Woman Say: “A wife should cook.” She’ll say: “What is this, 1950?” Say: “A wife should support her husband’s mission.” She’ll say: “I’m not losing myself for any man.” Say: “Marriage is about sacrifice.” She’ll say: “That sounds abusive.” Everything that once built homes… Now gets labeled toxic. --- 3. Her Feminism Ends Where Her Comfort Begins She quotes bell hooks on Instagram. Reads self-help books about boundaries. Talks about partnership and purpose… But ask her to: – Wake up early for the kids – Submit to a decision she disagrees with – Stretch her ego to save the marriage She’ll say: “This isn’t what I signed up for.” Of course it isn’t. Because modern women don’t sign up for responsibility. They sign up for lifestyle perks. --- 4. You Can’t Build a Home With a Woman Who Thinks She’s Doing You a Favor She married you—but acts like she’s volunteering. She gave vows—but still moves like she’s single. She calls herself a wife… But never shows up in the trenches. And when you demand structure? You’re “controlling.” When you ask for peace? You’re “emotionally abusive.” Her entire identity is rooted in avoiding anything that feels like work. --- 5. Love Without Duty Is Just Performance She says she loves you. But won’t clean, won’t compromise, won’t listen. She says she’s loyal. But only when it’s easy. She thinks being present is enough. But presence without contribution is just furniture. You don’t need a woman who shows up. You need one who shows up with purpose. --- Final Word: If She Thinks Duty Is Oppression—You’ll Spend Your Life Apologizing for Leadership She’ll accuse your standards. Resent your vision. Sabotage your peace. And when the marriage fails? She’ll tell the world you “couldn’t handle a strong woman.” But truth is: You tried to build a kingdom… With someone who didn’t want to hold a brick. So here’s the rule: Never marry a woman who thinks duty is slavery. Because you’ll carry the whole mission alone— While she posts about burnout from watching movies.

Peter Obi worked very well in Anambra; those fighting him are envying him and it is "bad belle". ~ Nyesom Wike.

LEAVE YOUR FEMALE STUDENTS ALONE! This is not just a warn!ng—this is a cr¥. A cr¥ for the girl child. A cr¥ for our schools. A cr¥ for sanity. Dear young male teacher, You are gifted. You are admired. Your presence alone makes the girls sit up, eager to learn. You speak with passion, you dress smart, you explain well—and you may not know this—but many of those girls in your class are secretly cru$h!ng on you. But listen carefully: Their admiration is not permission. Their smiles are not an invitation. Their boldness is not maturity. They are still children. Tender. VulnerabI3. Still figuring out their emotions. What they feel is not love—it is confusion dressed in admiration. They trust you. They believe in you. And when you cross that sacred line… you k!II something in them. You kiIIher confidence. You kiII her future. You kiII her right to grow up whole and safe. Let me tell you what many don’t talk about. There are girls walking around today—empty, br0ken, hiding pa!n under their makeup—because a teacher who was supposed to protect them u$ed them. Some dropped out of school with swollen bellies. Some ended up in danger0u$ relationships they didn’t deserve. Some can no longer focus in class. Some lost their voice. Some have never healed. And what’s worse? Many of them still blame themselves. You were supposed to be her mentor. Her light. Her guide. Instead, you became her first heartbr£ak, her first betrayaal, her first $hame. Let me say this loud and clear: If a girl student ever gets bold enough to come close, it is because you have already given her the signal. Yes—you may not have touched her yet, but your boundary is already weak. And weak boundaries are a silent invitation to destruct!on. Don’t tell yourself “it’s love.” It’s not. Don’t say “she started it.” She didn’t. Don’t say “others have done it.” That’s no excuse. The truth is: many male teachers have ru!ned the destiny of the girl child in the name of love. And nobody talks about it enough. Be different. Don’t become another reason why a girl can’t look a male teacher in the eye without f£ar. Don’t become the face she remembers every time the word “trust” is mentioned. Don’t destr0y a child to satisfy your weakness. You are not just teaching a subject—you are shaping a soul. So protect her. Guard your role. Be disciplined. Be a real man. Be the teacher she’ll write about with pride—not pa!n. Let this be the end of this madn€$$. Let the classroom be a place of growth, not trau.ma. If this message touched your heart, share it like fire. We must shout it louder until every teacher hears it: Leave the girl child alone. Let her grow. Let her breathe. Let her be safe.