The Ulcer Didn’t Kill Him. His Eating Habit Did.
He came to me in pain.
Ulcer so bad he couldn’t sleep.
He was on four drugs. But still drinking juice. Still taking yogurt. Still eating crackers and thinking they were “light.”
He had been told to “eat small small” and “never skip meals.”
They never told him that sugar feeds H. pylori.
They never told him that wheat keeps the ulcer burning.
They never told him that rest and rhythm heal faster than medication alone.
We reset his stomach.
No juice. No bread. No beans. No fizzy drinks. No noise.
Just cabbage juice. Carrot. Fenugreek tea. Cucumber water. Rest.
Today, he sleeps like a baby.
Because when you give the stomach peace, it gives the body life.

I’ve cried when I’m happy
And cried when I’m sad
I’ve smiled through the good times
And smiled through the bad
I’ve screamed in excitement
I’ve screamed out in pain
I’ve gasped at the sunshine
And gasped at the rain
I’ve laughed when I’m nervous
And when I’m elated
I’ve sighed with contentment
And when I’m deflated
I’ve sung when I’m lonely
And sung in a crowd
I’ve shouted when angry
And when I’ve been proud
‘Cause whether we’re up
Or we’re riding a low
Our feelings are desperate
For somewhere to go
We can’t keep them trapped
And locked up in a cage -
They force their way out
‘Cause they need to escape
And sometimes we’re told
That emotions are weakness
That feeling is flawed
If we let it defeat us
But how can this be?
Surely this must be wrong
For what could be weak
About something so strong
That it cannot be silenced
Cannot be tamed
Can’t be kept down
And cannot be contained
So, when you next shout
Or you laugh or you cry
You scream or you smile
Or let out a sigh
Whatever the reason
Just let yourself feel
We’re not here to be quiet -
We’re here to be real

Imagine having a man who ignores you when you're speaking from the depths of your heart. You're not yelling, you're not accusing... you're just trying to express how you feel. And as you sit there, waiting in silence, hoping for a simple sign of care or concern, you get nothing. Just five long, painful minutes of silence. Then finally, the only words he offers are, "I have nothing to say."
Imagine how small that makes a woman feel.
Now picture this being your reality night after night. You’re crying in the dark, wiping tears off your face quietly so you don’t disturb him… and he’s fast asleep.
Peaceful. Unbothered. Telling you he needs rest because he has work in the morning. As if your emotional pain should be scheduled around his convenience. As if your hurt isn’t valid simply because he’s tired.
Imagine loving someone so much that all you want is to feel the same energy you felt when things were new… when he couldn’t go a day without complimenting you, when he actually listened, when he tried. When you weren’t begging for effort. When he made you feel like his world. Now, all you’re asking for is that same version of him… but he no longer sees the need.
And now… imagine this becoming your *everyday*.
It’s not one bad day. It’s a routine of silence. Of walking on eggshells. Of trying to explain yourself over and over just to be met with nothing. Of being in a relationship that makes you feel lonelier than being single ever did. And that’s what hurts the most… giving your heart to someone who holds it with indifference. Being in love with someone who makes you feel like a burden for simply wanting to be loved right.
You deserve more than someone who turns his back on your emotions.
You deserve presence, not just physical, but emotional. You deserve consistency, not just in the beginning, but throughout. And you deserve to be heard… really heard… not just tolerated in silence.

STOP

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Life has a peculiar way of surprising us. One moment, everything seems to go as planned, while the next moment, an unexpected change hits us from the left field. It is understandable to feel disappointed or frustrated when faced with difficult situations that life throws at us.

However, by understanding a few inevitable complex rules of life, we can develop resilience and adaptive capacities, not get by and thrive beautifully.

Hard work, good virtue, discipline, or being in the right do not automatically ensure fair rewards. We were told that hard work begets success. But you can work as hard as you want and still struggle like someone who never did. The complexity of earth creation is beyond human intelligence.

Life’s circumstances and events can be beyond individual control, regardless of merit. A major health crisis, painful divorce, painful death, all kinds of setbacks, natural disasters, or freak accidents and so forth can unfairly destroy years of labor in a minute.

It is important that we understand that life is unpredictable and unjustifiable. That is why people question certain things that happen to them as undeserving. This world is intentionally created to evade the intelligence of man,no matter how we tried regarding its complexities. It is deep seated in mystery.

Your current bad situation doesn't necessarily mean you are a bad person, even though you don't deserve what you are going through. You are only dealing with the way the world is intentionally wired beyond human understanding. The thing is, situation happens when it is time to happen. Your goodness or badness can not stop it. The only break we enjoy is the mercy of God when it pleases Him.

The difference between your inputs and outcomes highlights life’s fundamental injustice. The world is intentionally created in this fashion to limit our knowledge about certain divine secrets so we have room to think and believe someone who is somewhere is in charge of this earth and what happens to us.

Everyone is going through monumental difficulties. Bar none. Whether deserving or not. The only solution is to fight your problems with an open mind.

The world is tough. This time is tougher. Fight back with toughness. Life is quite a journey

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IF YOU KEEP PICKING WRONG, READ THIS.


Choosing a partner is one of the most important decisions of your life. But many good women are making bad decisions because something deeper is influencing their choices.

These are 5 things that can cause you to choose the wrong partner even when you’re praying, fasting, and “doing everything.”

1. YOUR EMOTIONS

The moment you feel something strong, you stop seeing clearly. You start making excuses to cover up red flags because you don't want to lose this thing you feel for him.

If emotions are driving the car, wisdom is probably tied up in the boot. And that is exactly the case for many ladies.

Your emotions are good and what makes you human but you need to gain mastery over it else it will keep making you choose the wrong partners.

2. UNMET NEEDS

Some of the worst relationships you’ll ever enter are the ones you walk into with an empty cup.
Because when you’re thirsty, even p0ison can look like water.

When you have unmet needs, your definition and perception of love are altered and you will confuse so many things for love.

3. YOU’RE STILL IN YOUR FANTASY STAGE

A lot of women fall in love with the idea of a man, not the reality of who he is. You picture a wedding with him, future kids, matching Ankara, and couple selfies…

But you never stopped to ask: Is this man truly ready for what I’m praying for? Sometimes, you’re not choosing him - you’re choosing your hope.

So as long as he matches the idea of the man you fantasize about, you intentionally close your eyes to other important things and hope that helps changes later.

4. TRAUMA YOU HAVEN’T HEALED FROM

Unhealed trauma can distort a lot. You’ll think you’re following your heart, and even feel “peace” and use it as a confirmation….

But it’s your w0unds that are choosing for you because it has seen something “familiar”.

Your nervous system isn’t looking for love… it’s looking for what it knows. And until you do the healing work, your past will keep hijacking your future.

5. PRESSURE (FROM SOCIETY, FRIENDS, FAMILY OR EVEN YOURSELF)

When you’re close to your 30s and people keep asking “when are you getting married?”, it messes with your peace.

You start feeling like you’re behind. You lower your standards. You rush, settle, and pick out of fear. And the worst part? You start seeing the wrong person as “good enough” After all no one is perfect, right? All because you’re trying to meet a deadline.
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For how long will you keep allowing your emotions to affect your relationship choices? What unmet need is influencing your choice?

Is something from the past making you reject what is safe, good, and real? Then making you choose what isn't good for you?

How about pressure to be married? Are you giving in already?

HOW TO LOVE AND HELP YOUR HUSBAND 👱‍♀

An excellent wife is the crown of her husband." - Proverbs 12:4

1. **Respect Him Unconditionally.**

Listen to him and ask for his opinion. Value his advice and follow his guidance. Men have a deep need for respect, so show it in your tone of voice during conversations and how you approach him, especially when you disagree. Ensure your children respect their dad in the same way. Prioritize him over the children and teach them to do the same. Let him know his thoughts matter and that you truly value his input.

2. **Accept Your Husband as Your Spiritual Leader.**

Men are created to lead the family, which doesn’t imply that women are any less significant. It means God has equipped men with certain skills to effectively guide their families. As stated in Ephesians 5:22-23, “the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church.”

Accepting your husband as your spiritual leader involves recognizing and supporting his role in guiding the family’s spiritual life. Allow him to lead in prayer, Bible study, and spiritual decisions while also contributing your own insights to enrich your family’s faith journey. If he’s struggling in this area, offer your support and encourage him to seek guidance from trusted sources or professional help if necessary.

3. **Listen More.**

Engage and listen when he speaks. While you might want to make him smile, your willingness to listen can be even more impactful.

4. **Be the Best Version of Yourself.**

Show love by striving to become the best person you can be. Your happiness will positively affect your husband’s well-being too.

5. **Contribute Financially.**

Marriage is teamwork; be willing to share your financial resources to help pay the bills. Avoid being stingy with your money.

6. **Be Caring and Compassionate.**

Support him when he has a bad day or celebrate with him on a good day. Show your love and care without waiting for him to get sick or need assistance. Simple gestures like a cup of coffee in bed or a cuddle can mean a lot.

7. **Support His Dreams.**

Be flexible and willing to sacrifice for your husband’s goals. A supportive wife allows a man to push his limits and achieve success. Stand by him as a team, working together toward daily routines and long-term ambitions.

8. **Love Him Unconditionally.**

Be there for him through good times and bad, demonstrating unwavering love.

9. **Give Small Gifts.**

Make your husband feel special every day, not just on special occasions.

10. **Maintain His Wardrobe.**

Wash and iron his clothes, including underwear.

11. **Celebrate His Achievements.**

Recognize and celebrate his successes, no matter how small.

12. **Discipline Your Children Together.**

Avoid saying, “I will report you to your daddy.” Work as a team in parenting.

13. **Spend Money Wisely.**

Utilize any money he gives you judiciously, showing you value his contributions.

14. **Submit to Him** as your lord and king.

15. **Pray for Him Regularly.**

Let him know you’re praying for his well-being, demonstrating care for his spiritual life.

16. **Comfort and Console Him.**

Be there to provide strength and support whenever he needs it.

17. **Be Intimate.**

Prioritize your physical relationship and do not neglect your s€xual intimacy.

18. **Keep a Clean Home.**

Maintain a tidy and organized living space.

19. **Prepare Timely Meals.**

Ensure he is fed and nourished regularly.

20. **Show Appreciation.**

Praise him and express gratitude. Encouragement can motivate him to go the extra mile for you.

21. **Make Him Laugh.**

Lighten the mood by making him laugh daily.

**COUPLES WHO HELP EACH OTHER CAN NEVER BE HELPLESS**

You will not fail in marriage, in Jesus' name.

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Title: My Arranged Marriage
Episode 1: The Day My Bride Brought Her Ex to Our Wedding

I always knew my family was chaotic, but I didn’t know they were diabolical until the day I walked into my own wedding and nearly fainted. Not because of cold feet — but because the bride, the woman I was supposed to marry, was sitting on the stage laughing with her ex-boyfriend, whom she brought along like a plus-one.

Yes, her ex. To our wedding.

Let me start from the beginning.

It began two months ago when Mama burst into my room like a hurricane dressed in Ankara and holy anointing.
"Obinna, your bachelorhood is a spiritual attack!"
She clutched her Bible and her phone, scrolling through WhatsApp pictures of potential wives like it was Tinder for African mothers.

I was 29, a civil engineer in Lagos, and deeply single—not because I couldn't find love, but because the last girl I loved used my rent money to buy a Brazilian wig and disappeared with a sugar daddy who sold building materials.

So, when Mama insisted on arranging a marriage, I laughed. Until Papa added his voice.
“If you don’t marry before July, forget your inheritance. We will donate your land to the church!”

July was two months away.

That was how I met Amaka.
Photos first. Then video calls. She was pretty. Soft-spoken. From Enugu. A nurse. And, according to her mother, a virgin. (My cousin Ugochi whispered, “Aunty, check that thing well. These days, even calculators reset.”)

I agreed to meet her. She smiled, giggled, and spoke gently. But something felt... rehearsed. Like she was playing a role.

Still, the wedding date was fixed. Invitations printed. Cow bought. Church booked. DJ paid. Mama danced every night to Flavour’s songs as if the wedding was her own.

And then the big day came.

The hall glittered with decorations. Guests arrived in gele and agbada. My friends teased me “Obinna, you go finally chop life!”

Then I saw her. Amaka. Dressed in white. Gorgeous. Smiling. Until I noticed the man sitting beside her, whispering in her ear and holding her hand.

I frowned.
“Who is that?” I asked my brother.

My brother squinted. “I think he came with the bride.”

“Came with the"

Before I could finish, Mama appeared beside me, all smiles and sweat. “You look handsome, my son. Now go and smile at your bride.”

“I will smile after I know who that guy is.”

Mama hissed and walked off.

So, I marched up to Amaka, heart racing. “Who is this?”

She blinked, calm. “Oh! Meet Chuka. My best friend. He’s like… family.”

Chuka stood, extended his hand, smiling like a goat that just chewed your exam script. “Nice to meet you, bro.”

Bro?

I ignored his hand. “Can we talk privately?”

Amaka sighed, dragged me aside, and said the thing that nearly made me remove my agbada and run home in boxers.

“I invited him because... well... he’s important to me. We dated for six years. He’s the one who taught me how to love. But my parents didn’t approve. So I had to settle for this... arrangement.”

I stood still, blinking.
“Settle?”

“Yes,” she said. “But you’re kind. You’ll understand.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I did not understand.

My uncle, who saw me shaking like a leaf, whispered, “Is it heartbreak or hunger? Should we bring you small jollof rice to calm your nerves?”

I wanted to run, but the hall was full, the gifts were stacked, and the caterers were serving. A pastor was waiting. A crowd was watching.

Then I remembered what my grandmother once said:
“If you must embarrass the devil, do it with boldness.”

So, I climbed the stage, grabbed the mic, and said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming. But I just found out that I am not the main actor in this wedding. I am an extra.”

Gasps.

Chuka choked on his zobo. Amaka’s face turned pale. Mama tried to grab the mic, but I raised my hand dramatically.

“This wedding is cancelled. But don’t worry there’s plenty of food. Eat, drink, and take selfies. Just know that Obinna has left the chat!”

I walked out, head high, heart free. That night, I ate the wedding jollof alone in my boxers and watched Nollywood movies till 2 a.m.

A week later, I met Adaeze, my neighbor who had always lent me pepper without asking for it back. She knocked on my door with a plate of hot rice and a smile.

And guess what?

Stop watering things that were never meant to grow in your life. When people walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anyone who leaves you, and it doesn't mean they are bad people. It just means that their part in your story is over.