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(PART 2) FOR 3 YEARS THE WOMAN STOOD OUTSIDE THE GATE OF THE BILLIONAIRE BECAUSE...#Africanfolktales With one last look at the gate, she turned and walked away into the night. But everyone knew she would be back tomorrow. She always came back. The sun rose slowly the next morning. Madame Eunice, Chief Odogwu's mother, noticed the old woman sitting outside as her driver pulled out of the mansion. She frowned. Who is that woman? She asked the driver. Madame, it is one old woman that has been coming to sit here for days. The driver answered, "She does not trouble anybody. Oh, all she does is look at the gates." Madame Uni's face darkened. She has been here for years. Yes, madame. The girls are even tired of her. Madame Yuni's hands tightened around her purse. Make sure Chief Odogwu never hears about her. The driver gave a strange look but said nothing. The old woman remained outside the gate, her patience never failing. She had come this far, and she would not stop now. No matter how long it took, she would wait because she knew one thing for sure. One day, the truth would no longer hide behind the walls of that grand mansion. The mansion was alive with movement. Cars came in and out. Drivers honked. Security guards backed others. Maids hurried around in their neat uniforms. But no one ever paid attention to the frail woman sitting just outside the gate until today. Tunde the young security guard walked towards her a plastic bag in his hand. He squatted beside her and placed the bag on the ground. Take, he said. I bought small acara for you. The old woman turned to him, her lips stretching into a grateful smile. "God bless you, my son." Tunde shrugged. "You can't sit down every day like this without food." He glanced at the mansion behind him before lowering his voice. "Mama, why are you still here? Chief Odogwu will never notice you. Even if he does, you think he will care?" TBC

MEN SLEEP WITH WOMEN FOR THE EXPERIENCE. WOMEN SLEEP WITH MEN FOR A CONNECTION. That’s Why One Leaves Smiling, The Other Leaves Crying...✍🏽 This generation is so sexually active, yet so emotionally broken. Let’s stop pretending — sex has never meant the same thing to men and women. 1. Men chase sex for variety. Women give sex for meaning. Men don’t need a reason. They just need an opportunity. They’ll sleep with you because you're tall, short, thick, slim, or just available. No emotions, no intentions, no plans. But women? They give their bodies with a reason in mind: love, trust, bonding, or belief that “this might lead somewhere.” That’s why after sex, the man rolls over and forgets your name. But you lie there, wondering what the two of you are now. 2. For men, the goal is sex. For women, sex is a door to more. A man can spend money, take you out, buy you gifts — not because he loves you, but because he sees it as “payment for access.” After he sleeps with you, he walks away feeling like the transaction is complete. You, on the other hand, start to wonder why he changed. It’s not wickedness. That’s just how most men operate — sex first, emotion nowhere. 3. Women still believe in love. But most men today are running games. A man will say anything just to get you: “You’re special.” “I’ve never met someone like you.” “You’re my peace.” “You’re wife material.” And once you fall and give him sex, the game ends. He runs. Not because you're bad — but because his lies are about to expire. A man who tells the truth and stays? He’s rare. But if he disappears after sleeping with you, it’s because he came with a plan to escape. 4. Women feel sex. Men just release it. When a woman sleeps with a man, her brain releases oxytocin, the bonding hormone. Her heart attaches. Her soul connects. Her mind starts planning a future. Meanwhile, the man is just waiting to put on his boxers and leave. No emotions. No connection. Just “mission accomplished.” 5. Women are wired to nurture. So they give too much. Give a woman love, she multiplies it. Give her a house, she makes it a home. Give her a man — even a broken one — and she’ll pour her life into fixing him. But give her heartbreak? She’ll carry that pain for years. That’s why a woman will cry over a man that didn’t even care. Because she wasn’t just having sex — she was giving her all. 6. For a woman, sex is submission. She doesn’t just say yes on the bed. She’s already said yes in her heart, in her thoughts, in her spirit. She shaved. She dressed nice. She came prepared. And when it happens, she gives you not just her body — but her trust. You didn’t seduce her. She convinced herself. And that’s why she’s shattered when you ghost her. 7. Women use sex to bond. Men use sex to sample. After sex, a woman assumes something deep just happened. She assumes you felt it too. But you? You’re already texting someone else. She thinks you shared energy. You just wanted variety. That’s why she’s hurt. Not because the sex was bad, but because she thought it meant more. 8. Women attach life to sex. Men don’t. She moans like she’s surrendering her soul because in that moment, she is. You’re killing her softly — and she’s saying, “Don’t stop,” because she’s fully invested. She’s not acting. She’s bonding. But you? You’re just performing. For you, it’s a workout. For her, it’s worship. 9. Women respect the man who gives them orgasms. You might think sperm is just liquid, but for many women, the man who makes them climax owns a piece of their memory. That’s why many marriages collapse — the woman was never emotionally tied to her husband. But the man who made her cum? She still dreams about him. And sadly, most men don’t even know how to make their own wives feel anything. 10. Women think of the consequences. Men only think of the moment. Before you even finish round one, she’s already calculating pregnancy, shame, her reputation, and what her future holds. You? You’re just looking for water to drink and maybe some jollof rice. She thought it was baby-making love. You thought it was chicken-eating fun. That’s the tragedy. AND THE SAD TRUTH: This generation now trades sex for data, iPhones, shawarma, birthday gifts, and hair. Girls sleep with men they don’t even like — just to upgrade their lifestyle. And in the process, they’ve turned their emotions into ashes. Now love is dead. Trust is rare. And true relationships are harder to find than a loyal politician. ADVICE TO THIS GENERATION: Don’t treat sex like chewing gum. Don’t give your body just because he spent small money. Don’t give your love just because she called you “handsome.” Sex is not a game. It’s power. It’s trust. It’s energy. Save it. Value it. Respect it. May the enjoyment of today not become the regret of tomorrow. #highlightseveryonefollowers2025highlightseveryonefollowers2025

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(PART 2) FOR 3 YEARS THE WOMAN STOOD OUTSIDE THE GATE OF THE BILLIONAIRE BECAUSE...#Africanfolktales With one last look at the gate, she turned and walked away into the night. But everyone knew she would be back tomorrow. She always came back. The sun rose slowly the next morning. Madame Eunice, Chief Odogwu's mother, noticed the old woman sitting outside as her driver pulled out of the mansion. She frowned. Who is that woman? She asked the driver. Madame, it is one old woman that has been coming to sit here for days. The driver answered, "She does not trouble anybody. Oh, all she does is look at the gates." Madame Uni's face darkened. She has been here for years. Yes, madame. The girls are even tired of her. Madame Yuni's hands tightened around her purse. Make sure Chief Odogwu never hears about her. The driver gave a strange look but said nothing. The old woman remained outside the gate, her patience never failing. She had come this far, and she would not stop now. No matter how long it took, she would wait because she knew one thing for sure. One day, the truth would no longer hide behind the walls of that grand mansion. The mansion was alive with movement. Cars came in and out. Drivers honked. Security guards backed others. Maids hurried around in their neat uniforms. But no one ever paid attention to the frail woman sitting just outside the gate until today. Tunde the young security guard walked towards her a plastic bag in his hand. He squatted beside her and placed the bag on the ground. Take, he said. I bought small acara for you. The old woman turned to him, her lips stretching into a grateful smile. "God bless you, my son." Tunde shrugged. "You can't sit down every day like this without food." He glanced at the mansion behind him before lowering his voice. "Mama, why are you still here? Chief Odogwu will never notice you. Even if he does, you think he will care?" The old woman picked up the bag of Aara and took a small bite. She chewed slowly, souring the taste before speaking. He will care,she said quietly. He does not know yet. But when he finds out, he will care. Tunde is what you have been saying for the past 3 years, mama. This man does not even know you exist. The old woman only smiled. Not far away. A Mecca, another security guard, watched him. His face was hard. His eyes narrowed and Tundi walked back to his post. Echa called him aside. You better stop talking to that old woman. She is trouble. Tunde frowned. Why would you say that? She's a harmless old woman. Leaned in closer You don't understand. Madame unice does not want Chief Odogwu to hear anything about that woman. She warned us never to allow her near the gate. If she catches you giving her food, you can lose your job. Tunde eyes widened. Why would Madame unice say should not know about the woman? Acha looked around as if making sure no one else was listening. Then he whispered, "I don't know, but I feel there is something she's hiding. Something about that woman." Tunde felt a chill run down his spine. That evening, as the sun began to set, a black SUV pulled up in front of the mansion. The gate opened and Chief Odogwu stepped out of the house dressed in a sharp navy blue suit. His phone was pressed to his ear and his voice was firm as he spoke. I want that deal closed before the end of the week. He said, "No excuses." He walked down the SUV, his mind focused on business. He didn't see the old woman. He never did. But today, something was different. As the car started to pull away, the old woman stood up slowly. She watched him with eyes full of something deep,something that had been buried for decades. TO BE CONTINUED

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I Met Him in Church… But I Didn't Know the Devil Also Wore Suits." I thought the safest place to meet a good man was the house of God. I thought wrong. When I met Samuel, I was 25 and deeply broken. I had just come out of a toxic relationship — the kind that leaves you doubting your own worth, your own beauty, your own intelligence. I needed healing. I needed God. So when Samuel found me crying quietly after service one evening, and offered me his handkerchief, I thought: > "Maybe this is how God gives second chances." He was everything a "church man" should be. Well-dressed. Well-spoken. Bible study leader. Quoting scriptures like breathing air. He never missed midweek service. He always led prayer sessions with fire. People respected him. Pastor adored him. And somehow... he adored me. He courted me “the godly way.” No kissing. No touching. No secret sleepovers. Just prayers, fasting, long conversations about our future. He would say: > "Let’s make heaven together, baby." I believed him. I introduced him to my family. He knelt down before my parents and said: > "I will honor her. I will cherish her. I will protect her in Christ." My father cried that day. My mother started sewing Aso-Ebi for a wedding that hadn’t even been proposed yet. Everyone said I was lucky. That I had found a rare gem. Three months to our introduction, things started changing. Little things. He started picking on my dressing. > "That skirt is too tight. Godly women are modest." He started controlling who I could talk to. > "Your best friend is too worldly. She’s a distraction." He started monitoring my social media. > "Why are men liking your posts? Delete it." I thought it was love. I thought it was protection. I didn’t know it was the first signs of a cage. Then came the financial requests. First, it was ₦20,000 to “sow a seed” into a new church project. Then ₦50,000 because his car broke down on the way to evangelism. Then ₦100,000 because his younger brother needed urgent school fees — "and as his future wife," he said, "our burdens are shared." I drained my savings without blinking. Because isn't that what Proverbs 31 women do? Support their men in times of need? Besides, he always said: > "God will bless you double." I was sowing into my future, I thought. I was watering the garden of marriage, I thought. One night, two weeks to our traditional wedding, I visited him unannounced. I just wanted to surprise him. Bring him some food. Maybe wash his clothes. Be a good fiancée. The door was locked. I knocked. He came out half-naked. Another woman was inside. Wearing my favorite Ankara wrapper. Cooking in his kitchen. She looked me dead in the eyes and said: > "Who are you?" I couldn’t speak. My tongue glued itself to my grief. Samuel pulled me outside roughly and whispered: > "Don't embarrass me. She's my real fiancée. You were just... spiritual support." Just. Spiritual. Support. Six months of prayers. Six months of fasting. Six months of giving. For what? For another woman to wear my wrapper? For another woman to sleep in the bed I helped pay rent for? He blocked me the next day. Changed churches. Moved on. I found out later he had three other women from three other churches he was "courting" at the same time. Different rings. Different promises. Same lies. I thought the pain would kill me. I thought my chest would split open from heartbreak. I questioned God: > "Was I not faithful enough? Was I not prayerful enough? Was I not good enough?" But the more I wept, the clearer it became: It wasn't about me. It was about him. Some men use the name of God as camouflage. They speak in tongues, but their hearts speak in manipulation. They sing worship songs, but their souls are tuned to destruction. Today, I am healing. Slowly. Learning that God is good, even when people are wicked. Learning that real love doesn't control, it cherishes. Real love doesn't use, it protects. Real love doesn’t need a stage and a microphone — it’s humble, it’s patient, it’s kind. Life Lesson: Don’t confuse spirituality with character. Don’t let your love for God blind you to red flags waving like banners. And never, ever surrender your mind just because someone carries a Bible louder than you. Love should feel like peace — not war. Not confusion. Not fear. Today, I still believe in love. I still believe in God. But now, I know better: > Even the devil can wear suits. Even the devil can preach sermons. Test spirits. Test hearts. Test character. Before you hand over your heart. --- #HealingIsAMiracle #ChurchGirlDiaries #LoveAndLessons #RealLifeStories #GuardYourHeart

AS A MAN, YOU NEED TO KNOW THESE 1. Everyone has a voice but money is the volume. Work hard, have assets in your name as a man, acquire wealth. 2. At 25+, your circle should be discussing about open business, investing, fitness, escaping 8-5 jobs, self development and financial freedom. 3. Life is a ruthless battle, the earlier you sweat, the less you will bleed in this battle. The world is cruel, brutal, nasty and short. 4. Conquer your lust. This is a golden handshake with your future. 5. Very few people truly care about you. Society will leave you on the road to rot. Almost all of your friends will ditch you the moment your situation turning into something chaotic that lies beyond their expectations. 6. Hard times and moments will pass. It is always very dark just before dawn. Keep it cool and never lose your optimism. Don't loosen the grip. 7. Life is a MARATHON, not a sprint. Therefore, be patient, patience is not the ability to wait, its how you react while waiting. Be Consistent. Be Persistent. One day all those late nights and early mornings will pay off. 8. Nobody cares about you. Nobody owes you anything. Most will be Jealous when you Succeed. You’ll be Shocked at who Abandons you when you Fail. 9. Don't chase sex, food and entertainment. You will succumb to them and end up miserable and depressed. 10. Happiness and fun are a femicentric construct. They don't exist in the dictionary of MEN. Chase meaningful purpose NOT "happiness and fun". 11. If you meet a man talking to himself while gesticulating, Don't interfere, he is: - aligning his MISSION with his VISION, organizing his WISDOM to build his KINGDOM, chiselling his MINDSET to improve his SKILLET, tuning his SOUL with his GOAL. 12. Gambling is addictive and destructive. Don't accept to be a slave. 13. Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. 14. If you impregnate a woman, take responsibilities. You knew the consequences of raw sex. No matter your age, take responsibility. If you're not ready, use a condom. 15. The world will ask you who you are, and if you don't know, the world will tell you. 16. If you are sitting in a high table and have access to opportunities, help those who have capability but lack access to opportunity. We're all fighting the battle to success and the path can be rough and frustrating. Be a Pillar not an Obstacle. 17. Nobody cares about your pitfalls! The journey to GREATNESS is long, windy and rough. 18. Nobody cares about you. Nobody owes you anything. Most will be Jealous when you Succeed. You’ll be Shocked at who Abandons you when you Fail. 19. People WILL Let you down. Accept and Embrace these Maxims. Turn your Mind into a ruthless Weapon. 20. PROTECT yourself. No one will do it for you. It's on you. No one is coming to save you. 21. Time is non refundable, use it with intention 22. Have a vision. Starve your distractions, feed your focus. Set goals. Read every day. Live inspired 23. If you don't go after it, you won't have it 24. Make mistakes and pursue failure 25. Take mistakes as lessons Focus is the key 26. Study hard what interests you the most 27. Don't worry about what other people think. Don't pay attention to what others think of you. 28. Skills are more valuable than your grades 29. Excuses make today easy, but tomorrow harder. Discipline make today hard, but tomorrow easy. Choice is yours. 30. You cannot climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets. 31. Hungry stomach,an empty pocket and a broken heart can teach the best lessons of life. 32. If your mind is weak, your body and soul will suffer

Men, your value increase as you become more dangerous Here are 15 rules DANGEROUS MEN must obey. Masculinity thread: 1. Stop Helping Everyone Reality is you cannot help everyone. You can bring horse to the water, but you can never make the horse drink. 2. BE RADICALLY HONEST Everyone can be honest. But can you be if you are facing risk of humiliation, embarrassment and shame? Or if it offends others? Dangerous men DO NOT give a f*ck. 3. BE EXTREMELY MASCULINE The world is having too many demasculinized men. Being extremely masculine today is like half the masculine 5000 years ago. 4. SAY NO TO WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY NO Life is not about pleasing everyone you know. You are in full responsibility of your life. Take care of yourself first. 6. STAY 100% TRUE TO YOUR BELIEFS AND VALUES. If you care about something, fight for it. Don't be afraid. Live with full of integrity 7. BE RUTHLESS IN THE PURSUIT OF YOUR GOALS AND PURPOSE. Your purpose makes you a valuable man. It's meant to make you driven and powerful. 8. STOP WASTING TIME ON BS There's too much bs going on like how the will smith smacked the sh*t out of chris rock. Stop wasting your time on non-sensical drama. 9. FORM POWERFUL CONNECTIONS. Learn to be confident and develop massive social skills. The lone wolf dies. The pack lives. I don't make the rules. 10. PICK A SKILL AND BE VERY GOOD AT IT There's a famous restaurant in Italy that only serves macaroni. But it's the best restaurant in town. Why? Because they are specialised in making the best macaroni. 12. BE GOOD TO YOURSELF If there's anything you won't do to your own child, don't do it to yourself. Don't say bad things to yourself because you won't do it to your child 13. DON'T DO ANYTHING IN SECRET Losers think their purpose in cringe. Dangerous men don't give a f*ck They know what they want, and they are proud of it. 14. NEVER PUT ALL HOPE ON ONE WOMAN Stop texting her all day like she's the only one. You are better than that. 15. STOP TRYING TO CONTROL EVERYTHING Life is life. Stop trying to make it the way you wanted 100% of the time. Sh*t happens, and it will keep on happening. Let go, let life happen. Do what's right diplomatically,because sometimes you may be wrong. Always spend some time with yourself. Especially before sleeping, just close your eyes and think about what you've done in the past and what your goals are in the future, not being stressed, but calmly think about yourself.

A boy becomes a man when he forgives everyone in his life and blames no one for his problems.

I Thought It Was Just a Taxi… I Had No Idea It Was the Beginning of Everything.” It was raining. Not the soft kind that makes you smile. No—this was the kind that slapped you in the face, soaked your bones, and made you feel like the sky itself was against you. I was exhausted. Fifth job rejection this month. My plastic bag shoes were holding more water than my kitchen sink. And I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. When I saw that black car parked by the curb, I didn’t think. I just... acted. Opened the door. Slid in. Slammed it shut behind me. “Please just drive,” I said, not even looking at the driver. “I’ll pay you when I get there.” Silence. I remember wondering if he was deaf—or just heartless. I was shivering, annoyed, and already regretting it. But then the car moved. He drove. No questions. No protests. Just… silence and windshield wipers. When we pulled up near my neighborhood—if you could call it that—I realized I had nothing to pay with. My voice cracked as I mumbled, “I—I’ll pay you tomorrow. I promise.” That’s when he handed me a card. Smooth, thick. Embossed letters. “If you ever need anything, call me,” he said. I actually laughed. “What I need is a job, not empty promises.” And I slammed the door, thinking I’d never see him again. But life… life’s weird. The next day, that same sleek black car pulled up near the street market where I sold roasted groundnuts. My heart stuttered. He stepped out. Tall. Dressed like a man who owned half the city. “You still didn’t call,” he said with a smirk. I wiped my hands on my apron. “I told you. I don’t need charity.” “Good,” he replied. “Because I’m not offering any. I need a personal assistant. Interested?” My walls shot up instantly. “I don’t sleep with bosses.” He chuckled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure. See you tomorrow. 9AM. Don’t be late.” I still don’t know why I showed up. Maybe I wanted to prove something. Maybe I just needed a break. But I stood outside Donovan Enterprises, heart thumping like crazy, in my only clean blouse and secondhand shoes. The receptionist tried to block me—until he appeared, took my hand, and walked me upstairs like I was royalty. The office froze. Whispers followed me. But I ignored them. I worked. Hard. I stayed late. Took notes. Got better. Fast. And Jace? He watched me. Not in a creepy way—but like he actually saw me. The girl from the rain. One night, I stood at the window after everyone left. He walked up, handed me his coat and car keys, and said, “This time… no need to pretend I’m a taxi.” I smiled. For the first time in weeks, I smiled without pain. People say love is soft. Ours wasn’t. It was wild, inconvenient, and impossible. His board hated me. His world whispered I wasn’t good enough. One day, I heard one of the executives call me “street trash.” That was it for me. I wrote my resignation letter that night. “I didn’t come to ruin your image,” I told him, placing the letter on his desk. “You gave me dignity. That’s enough.” He reached for me. “You’re the only real thing in my life.” But I walked away. Months passed. I found another job. Nothing fancy, but it was mine. I paid the bills. Took care of my mom. Lived quietly. But I never knew… never knew that Jace was behind the hospital paying her chemo. That he made sure my siblings never missed school. Never knew how many nights he waited outside, just to make sure I was safe. Sometimes, when I see a black car on the street, my heart still races. Not because I’m hoping it’s him. But because I know… He never stopped caring. To be continue ......