EVEN IF DANCING IS NOT YOUR HUBBY,GET READY WITH YOUR DANCING SHOES BECAUSE GOD IS ABOUT TO GIVE YOU A REASON TO DANCE. SAY AMEN.

A WORD OF ADVICE TO ALL BENUE INDIGENES.

Now that our state leaders and traditional rulers have come together to find lasting solutions to the insecurity troubling our dear Benue State, I want to humbly appeal to everyone let us all play our part with honesty and responsibility.

Before reporting any attack or security incident in any part of the state, please be sure of your facts. Let us put politics aside and prioritize the lives and safety of our people. Posting false or unverified information only worsens the situation and causes panic or confusion.

Don't just copy and share posts from others without confirming whether the information is true or not. Take time to verify what is happening before you post or comment. Be certain that what you’re saying is the truth because lives are at stake.

Let’s stop posting unverified information that gives room for people who don’t know the facts to criticize the good work of the Executive Governor of Benue State, our stakeholders, and our traditional rulers.

Let’s work together for peace, truth, and progress in Benue State.

BY: CDT, Awua Igbana Paul.
Voice of kwande/ Ushongo youths.

I don’t receive calls while driving but this person kept calling and calling until I decided to stop by the roadside and answer the call. It was an old friend who had come to town and wanted to see me.

As I sat parked, engrossed in the conversation, a soft tap on my window startled me. A woman stood outside, her face shadowed in the dim streetlight. I rolled down the window just enough to hear her.

"Are you looking for someone?"

I held up a finger, signaling I was on a call. She nodded and walked away.

Before I could resume my conversation, another knock. A different woman this time, her tone polite but insistent. "Do you need something? Maybe I can help?"

Confusion flickered. Was I parked illegally?

"No, I’m just on a call," I explained.

She gave a knowing smile and retreated. That’s when I noticed them—a small group of women lingering nearby, their postures relaxed but alert. Another car pulled up ahead. One of them approached, exchanged a few words, then climbed in. The car drove off.

Oh.

I wasn’t just parked on the side of the road. I was in their territory.

A third woman approached before I could process it fully. This time, I shook my head before she even spoke. She smirked and walked away.

I should have left. But curiosity pinned me there.

Cars came and went. The women worked like clockwork—a brief exchange, a nod, then one would disappear into a vehicle.

One of them stood out.

Tall, fair-skinned, wrapped in a short skirt and a white crop top that hugged her curves. Even in the dim light, her confidence was magnetic.

Why is someone like her doing this?

The thought lingered until she sauntered toward my car.

I don’t know why I did it—maybe impulse, maybe something darker—but before she reached me, I slipped off my wedding ring and tucked it into my pocket.

She leaned in, elbows resting on the window frame, lips curved in a slow, knowing smile.

"You’ve been here a while. Not sure who to pick?" Her voice was smooth, teasing. "Well, here I am. Tell me something."

Up close, she was stunning—sharp cheekbones, full lips, eyes that held a challenge. My pulse kicked up.

"I just pulled over to take a call," I said, but my voice lacked conviction.

She laughed, low and throaty. "It’s a beautiful night. I can make it better."

"How?"

"Take me somewhere private. You’ll see."

My mind raced. My body betrayed me.

"How much?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

She quoted prices—short time, all night. I chose the former.

The hotel was her pick. The moment the door closed, she shed her clothes without ceremony, lying back on the bed like a transaction waiting to be completed.

I hesitated. "No foreplay?"

She arched a brow. "You want foreplay from an ashawo? Touch yourself. I’m here for one thing."

Reality crashed in. This wasn’t seduction. It was a business deal—cold, mechanical.

I tried. I wanted to want it. But my thing refused to rise to the occasion.

She grew impatient. "You’re wasting my time."

"It’s my first time doing this," I admitted.

She scoffed. "Then you should’ve paid for premium service."

When I was still struggling to get it to rise to the occasion, she got up and started dressing. She said, "You’re impotent. Or ******. Either way, pay me."

"For what? We didn’t do anything."

Her eyes hardened. She pulled out her phone. "I’m calling my guys. You’ll pay before they get here."

Fear coiled in my gut. I handed over double what we’d agreed.

She snatched the money, smirked, and left without looking back.

I sat in my car, hands shaking, guilt and relief warring inside me.

Then I remembered the ring in my pocket.

Had I taken it off to hide my marriage? Or because some part of me knew I shouldn’t be here at all?

Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe the shame was the point.

I started the engine and drove home—slowly, carefully, like a man who’d just dodged a bullet.

He pursued me for a while for a date. I don’t know, but he always came around when I was busy, so I kept telling him no. One day, he came to my office. I hadn’t closed yet, but he sat in the lobby and waited until I closed so he could take me on a date.

I gave him 100/100 for effort. I was only going to see how the date would end so I could decide if he was worth it. He was humorous, he liked my kind of music, and the conversation was great. I think I was softening my stance until he had to show me something on his phone, and I saw his wallpaper—a voluptuous woman with a thick behind and in-your-face kind of *****.

It could have been just a wallpaper, but when I jokingly said, "This wallpaper of yours is crazy ooo," he answered, "You women are magic. This wallpaper cures my headache and depression." He burst out laughing. I could see the happiness in his eyes, but I had none of the things the woman on his screen had. You could call me flat, and you wouldn’t be wrong.

I said to myself, "If this is what cures his headache and depression, then what will I be able to cure with my flatness?"

When he proposed, I said no. He said, "I thought we were going somewhere?" I answered, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong hope."

I might have eventually agreed to date him, but I couldn’t ignore that wallpaper and its healing powers—powers I didn’t have.

"I filed for a Dîv0rce with Birdman 2-weeks after our marriage because HE WAS TOO GOOD FOR ME. I cry when I see people saying I'm doing it because I'm gonna get over $80-million from him." __ Toni Braxton

"Birdman and I dated for over 16-years before getting married. We were like besties for a long time. Even though we were together for 16-years, we never really had s£x at all until the relationship was about 10-years old.
My mom loved him for me so much. He didn't only care about me but he cared about everyone else who was important to me. He's such a fine gentleman, he's every woman's dream. Nobody knows Birdman like I know him. He might be a g@ngster but he's very romantic and traditional. He values me and his kids by his baby-mama like we mean the world to him. Since his baby-mama left him and he found me, he has never been with any other woman. He's the type of guy that loves spending lavishly on his woman. But I don't love him for his money cuz I got my own money, I just love the fine gentleman that he is. Birdman used to take very good care of me anytime I was sîck. Anytime I was sîck, he'll abandon all his businesses and come take care of me. He could literally dîe for me to live if he had the chance.
But when I got married to Birdman, the love I had for him for over 16-years dîed in 2-weeks. He didn't change but I just felt BIRDMAN WAS TOO GOOD FOR ME and our relationship was IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN. So I filed for a Dîvorce.
I didn't fîle for that Dîvorce because I'll get half of his $160-million fortune but I'll still take the money though. I filed for a Dîvorce because I wanted to set him FREÊ. I literally cry anytime I see people saying that I filed for that dîvorce cuz I wanna get a $80-million compensation. I just did what's best for Birdman." Toni Braxton

Toni Braxton Brēaks D0wn in Tears as she narrates how her Love for Birdman whom she dated for over 18-years and got married to in secret last month dîed 2-weeks after marriage leaving the relationship "IRRETRIEVABLY BR0KEN"

Just two weeks after saying "I DO", Toni Braxton is gonna walk away with half of Birdman's $160-million fortune because her Love for him dîed when she realized he was too good for her

WHAT DO W0MEN WANT

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17 DISADVANTAGES OF DATING OR MARRYING A NON-VIRGIN

A Brutally Honest Thread for Men Who Want to Know the Hidden Costs.

Let’s talk truth. Not everyone will like this, but if you’re a man who values loyalty, purity, peace of mind, and long-term stability—you need to read this without emotions.

Because behind every past body count is a history that could cost you more than you bargained for.

Let’s go:

1. Comparison Never Ends
She has tasted other men. She may smile at you, but mentally, she’s comparing.

2. Emotional Baggage
She's bringing unresolved trauma, heartbreaks, and soul ties into your home.

3. Reduced Loyalty
Experience has taught her how to detach emotionally. She knows how to leave.

4. High Expectations
She’s been treated, pampered, and spoiled before. Now you're competing with ghosts.

5. Body Count Insecurity
You’ll never know the real number. And even if you do, it will haunt you.

6. She Might Cheat With Her Ex
That man she cried over for 6 months? He still has a soft spot in her heart.

7. Lowered Bonding Ability
Sex forms deep bonds. The more partners she’s had, the harder it is for her to fully bond with one.

8. Entitlement Culture
She may feel she's doing you a favor by settling, not knowing she's giving less than you deserve.

9. Loss of Purity Respect
You won't feel like you "won" anything rare. You’ll just be another guy on the list.

10. Risk of STI History
The more partners, the more chances of infections—past, present, and future.

11. Emotional Imbalance
Multiple sexual partners change how a woman sees sex—it becomes transactional.

12. Disrespect to Masculinity
She has nothing sacred to offer that’s uniquely yours. She’s already given it away.

13. Lowered Submission
A woman with multiple exes finds it harder to submit. She's been the boss before.

14. You Become Her Rebound or "Safe Option"
You might just be the guy she settled for, not the one she truly wanted.

15. Family & Cultural Rejection
Many traditional cultures still value virginity. Your family may never fully accept her.

16. Future Regrets
When problems come, she might wonder: "Did I choose the wrong guy?"—because she has many exes to compare you to.

17. Lack of Sacredness in Sex
With no spiritual connection to it, sex becomes a chore, not a sacred act of union.

BOTTOM LINE:
This isn't about shaming. It’s about being aware of what you’re walking into.

A woman’s past does matter—not because she can’t change, but because patterns don’t lie.

If you’re a man who wants peace, loyalty, depth, and spiritual connection—choose wisely.

Because marriage is not rehabilitation. And dating is not charity.

#RealTalk #NoSimpZone #ModernDating #ChooseWisely #MasculineEnergy #HighValueMan #TruthOverFeelings

I CAME EARLY TO MY WEDDING - ONLY TO CATCH MY SISTER STE@LING IT (WHAT I DID NEXT WAS EPIC)

After three years of saving every penny, working double shifts, and sacrificing countless weekends, our dream wedding was finally happening. The venue was perfect, the flowers exquisite - every detail painstakingly planned.

I arrived an hour early to savor the moment alone... when I heard the wedding march playing.

My bl00d ran cold.

There, at MY altar, stood another bride in MY venue. As she turned, I saw the familiar smirk that had h@unted me since childhood - my sister.

"Oh! You're early!" she chirped, adjusting MY veil. "Guess the cat's out of the bag - we're having a two-for-one wedding today!"

"Excuse me?" My hands trembled.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be dramatic. Your setup was just sitting here going to waste before your ceremony. I'm being efficient!"

Years of her entitlement flashed before my eyes - always taking my clothes, my birthday presents, now my WEDDING.

Then I smiled.

"You're absolutely right, sis," I said sweetly, walking straight to the wedding planner. "Let's make this official. Just one tiny problem though..."

THE SH0CKING TWIST IS IN THE COMMENTS!

Alhamdulillahi for everything alhamdulillah alhamdulillah thank you Allah

My brother was bitter. I don’t know how he found out that I was dating his friend, but he came into my room shouting at the top of his voice, warning me to stay away from his friend. My first instinct was to deny the truth, but I told myself it wasn’t worth it. While he stood over my bed ranting about all the reasons he didn’t want me to date his friend, there was only one question I was waiting to ask: “He’s your friend and you like him, so why can’t I like him too?”

He didn’t wait for the question. He stormed out immediately after he finished talking. I called Jerry: “Did you tell your friend we are dating? I told you to wait, so why tell him now?” He answered with a shaky voice, “Me? I haven’t said anything to him. How did you know he knows?”

I told him everything that had happened and asked him not to engage him.

To be honest, I wasn’t fully into the relationship. I was only trying to see if things would work out. I knew my brother wouldn’t allow it, so I was going to keep it a secret until I was sure it would work. My brother told my mom about it. My mom told him, “Your sister isn’t a child, so who are you to determine who she should love?” My dad laughed at him, so he was left alone in the battle.

He stopped talking to me and stopped talking to Jerry. Jerry called to smoke the peace pipe, but my brother didn’t pick up the call. He told other friends that Jerry had broken the bro code for dating his younger sister.

While going through that phase, I was also dealing with my personal doubts because I wasn’t sure if Jerry loved me. He said it. He tried to show it, but to be honest with you, the fact that he was my brother’s friend also filled me with doubt. Boys are capable of everything. What if he was dating me to prove a point to my brother? So I was very careful.

If it messed up, I knew my brother would sing the “I told you so” song while I lay with my heartbreak. I didn’t want him to be right, so I told Jerry I wasn’t going to be intimate with him. When he bought me a gift, I told him I couldn’t take it because I didn’t want him to say somewhere that I took him for a fool. I took his gift and gave nothing back. I gave him rules. I think at some point, I just wanted to piss him off so he would leave me alone.

He didn’t go away, no matter how hard I tried. One day, I saw him and my brother together; they were laughing and making fun of each other as if nothing had ever happened. I was shocked. I asked Jerry what had changed, and he only said, “We are guys. We know how to resolve our differences.” I asked my brother, and he also didn’t say much apart from, “Aren’t you happy we are happy once again?”

Weeks later, Jerry took photos of me with his phone and gave me the phone to go through them. When he left me alone, I went straight to his WhatsApp and checked the messages between him and my brother. The conversation was very heated. My brother was throwing warnings from the initial stages, while Jerry stayed defensive.

I thought, “So this guy went through all that and he didn’t leave me alone?” Then I got to the later part of the conversation where Jerry said, “I’m your friend, so I can’t be an enemy to your sister. I will treat her just the way you treat her. She will never have a reason to complain to you, and you’ll never have a reason to doubt my intentions toward her. I know you love her, but I love her too. Relax and see what will come out of it.”

That message was sent at dawn. It took my brother three days to respond, and his response was, “I just dey watch you.”

I closed his phone and let myself fall onto his bed. When he entered, I asked for a hug. When he asked why, I said, “You took very beautiful photos of me. Every one of them is nice.” We hugged. We had our first kiss. Things moved very fast from that point because I believed him, just like my brother did.

We dated for two years. And then marriage. And then babies. And then he travelled. And then he came for us. To date, he doesn’t know I read those messages—and those messages were the turning point of our relationship.

Ladies recall moments they knew they could never marry a man who openly bashed their culture or tribe. ‘Maybe he thought the Ada in my name meant Adamu’ — Reactions stir

#Tribalism #RelationshipTalks #IgboWomen #RedFlags #DatingInNigeria #Instablog9jaVibes #CulturalRespect #GirlTalk #TwitterStories

Ashmusy Asks VeryDarkMan for Help After Losing 33 Million Naira to a Scam 🙌🏾

Popular influencer Ashmusy recently reached out to activist VeryDarkMan for help after reportedly losing 33 million naira to a scammer. The news has sparked a lot of reactions online, with many curious about VeryDarkMan’s response.

According to posts on X, Ashmusy privately messaged VeryDarkMan, asking him to assist her in recovering the money. This comes after a past disagreement where Ashmusy allegedly called him names during a previous encounter. Despite their history, VeryDarkMan reacted with a mix of surprise and humor, pointing out the irony of her asking for his help now. He later agreed to assist her, which has left fans talking.

This isn’t the first time these two have made headlines. Last year, VeryDarkMan called out Ashmusy for not delivering on a 1 million naira advertising deal, which she refunded after his public outcry. Now, with this new 33 million naira scam, their story continues to grab attention.

What do you think about Ashmusy’s plea and VeryDarkMan’s reaction?

#Bloom

YOUR WIFE ALWAYS ASKING YOU TO DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD IS A TRAP
Your wife is setting trap for you and you don't know about this but I will explain; whenever your children do something wrong your wife be calling you to come and discipline them, isn't it? That's a trap.

Your children will misbehave even in the presence of your wife but she won't correct them or discipline them herself and she will be calling you to come and discipline the kids, after you finish disciplining the child(ren) and he/they starts to cry what will happen next? Your wife (she);

She will start to pet the child,
She will give the child food,
She will rush to hug the child,
She will make the child to stop crying,
She will comfort the child and take him out.

Some vvomen will rushes to rescue the child from the father's grip, she will be seen as the saviour meanwhile she was the one that called you to come and discipline the child and she will make some silly comments in front of the child such as (do you want to kill my child?, Do you want to injure my child?, Take it easy please, don't do him like this or like that), such stvpid comments she makes often this children pick them and see the mother as the better angel while you're the wicked bad one.

You're the wicked one, you're the bully, you're the villain and the child may gradually be seeing you as the beast, the children will resent you for beating them and being too harsh on them. Believe the holy prophet indiscov that the children will gradually be loving their mother the more,

This is the mistake men do, even our fathers fell for this trap our mothers set for them and it made most of us think then, that our father hated us, it's as I began to grow and have sense that I understood the effects of my father's disciplinary actions. What about children that have no sense?

They'll resent you, they will hate you, they will treat their mother with more love because they will see her as the good parent while growing up and you? You'll be regarded as the wicked inhumane parent that always inflicted pain, trauma and harsh punishments on them while growing up.

Don't do it, if you have been doing it please stop and call your wife to order, tell her to stop calling you and iron them out whenever they misbehave, discipline them only when they misbehave in your presence but not when they misbehave in her presence she will be calling you, tell her to stop.

Indiscov is telling you today to let her discipline them herself, let her stop the behaviour of always calling you to come and discipline the children because she's building that hatred, that resentment of your children towards you. This is the reason why most children nowadays takes their mother more serious than their father that went through hell to see them survive, indiscov wants you to learn this and begin to balance things in your home, caution your wife next time she does this and make her understand that it's her duty to discipline them whenever they misbehave in her presence while it is also your duty to do the same, warn her to stop reporting the children to you and when you discipline them she will start consolation.

Most men today don't like their father because of this and they pay more attention to their mother than the innocent man that always worked out his ass morning, afternoon and night to ensure the family is okay and the children are well fed. Men, please stop this.