Being a man is no longer a GENDER. It's a FINANCIAL STATUS.

WHY SHARES IS VERY IMPORTANT.
LET'S START WITH FACEBOOK.

Facebook earnings

To calculate Facebook's hourly revenue, let's use the annual revenue figure for 2024, which is $164.5 billion.

First, let's break down the annual revenue to daily revenue:
$164,500,000,000 ÷ 365 days = approximately $450,684,931 per day

Now, let's calculate the hourly revenue:
$450,684,931 ÷ 24 hours = approximately $18,778,539 per hour

So, Facebook makes around $18.78 million every hour ¹ ² ³.

Mark Zuckerberg is indeed one of the richest people in the world. As of October 2024, his net worth is approximately $206 billion, making him the second-richest person globally, surpassed only by Elon Musk's $265 billion. Zuckerberg's wealth primarily comes from his 13% stake in Meta, the parent company of Facebook, Instagram, and WhatsApp.

Here's a brief overview of the top 2 richest people:
- *1. Elon Musk*: $265 billion (Tesla CEO)
- *2. Mark Zuckerberg*: $206 billion (Meta CEO)


Gada chat is next in line just matter of time

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Poor Waitress Received Huge Tips from a Man, but Later Learned Why He Did It

On the outskirts of the city, in a quiet and peaceful area, there was a small establishment called “Ugolok” (“Corner”). This place didn’t aim to be popular among the trendy crowd but primarily attracted locals with its homely atmosphere. Aline had been working there for three years.

On the eve of a new workday, the girl methodically wiped down the tables, lost in anxious thoughts about the upcoming rent payments. Her financial situation had grown increasingly difficult since her mother’s passing. She had to pick up extra shifts, and her long-cherished dream of obtaining higher education was gradually slipping away.

“Alina, wake up! The guests will be here soon,” came the voice of Zina, the experienced older cook.

Aline snapped to attention and headed to the kitchen. Strict but fair, Zina always treated her warmly, feeding her during meals and sometimes even giving her pastries.

“I’m coming, Zina Petrovna!” Aline replied, adjusting her apron.

The day passed slowly: guests arrived and left the café while she continued with her duties—taking orders, engaging cordially with customers, and serving food. By the end of the day, her legs reminded her of the long hours of work.

When there wasn’t much time left before closing, the door creaked open, and a man in an impeccable suit entered. His expensive accessories, especially his watch, indicated considerable wealth. He chose a seat by the window, pulled out his phone, and began typing quickly.

Approaching with her notepad, Aline politely inquired about his order. The man looked up, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes, as if he recognized someone from the past.

“Bring a double espresso,” he said, continuing to scrutinize the girl intently.

This somewhat embarrassed her. She hurriedly noted the order while still feeling his intense gaze.

At the checkout, Aline noticed a large banknote tucked under the receipt—she had never received such generous tips before. When she tried to return the money, all she heard was a soft phrase: “Keep it, you deserve it.”

The following days passed in the same monotonous pattern: the man would come, order coffee, and leave generous tips. Zina Petrovna, noticing the continual gifts of fate, asked with concern, “What does that gentleman want from you?”

“I have no idea,” Aline shrugged. “He just comes in, drinks his coffee, and leaves the money.”

“Be careful, girl,” warned the cook. “Rich men don’t throw around such acts of charity.”

Indeed, the man made no attempts to initiate conversation or display any ill intentions. He simply came, observed, and left generous sums.

One evening, he left an amount equal to Aline’s monthly earnings. Unable to contain herself, she caught up with him in the parking lot.

“Wait!” she exclaimed, holding the money in her hands. “What does all this mean?”

The man turned, and in the glow of the streetlights, his face looked tired.

“My name is Pavel Andreevich,” he said after a pause. “Let’s meet tomorrow at the café ‘Melodiya’. There, I will explain everything.”

“Why?” Aline asked in surprise.

“I’ll explain tomorrow,” he replied as he opened his car. “After work. This is important for both of us.”

She spent the entire night sleeplessly, mulling over the possible reasons for such generosity. In the morning, she called a friend, recounting the strange man and the upcoming meeting.

“Are you out of your mind?” her friend exclaimed in fear. “What if he’s a dangerous person?”

“In such a suit?” Aline smiled.

“Even more reason!” her friend retorted. “Send me the address, text me his photo, and call every half hour!”

After work, Aline headed to “Melodiya”, where Pavel Andreevich was already waiting for her at a table in the corner.

“Hello,” she began, sitting down across from him. “Enough with the riddles. Explain yourself.”

Pavel Andreevich sighed, his hands noticeably trembling.

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VISION

INTRODUCTION

Vision is the revelation of God’s purpose and plan for a person, a people, a generation, or even an entire nation. It is not ambition. It is not wishful thinking. It is not mere goal-setting. Vision is divine direction birthed by divine encounter. According to Habakkuk 2:2-3 (NKJV): “Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, it will not tarry.” This reveals a key truth: NO TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE BEGINNING; IT ONLY SPEAKS AT THE END.

WHAT IS VISION?

Vision is the spiritual insight into God’s intended outcome for a life. It is not self-initiated but God-initiated. It is the mental and spiritual picture of your future that propels you with energy, courage, and resilience. Vision is what gives life direction, focus, and purpose. Without it, people live by reaction instead of intention. Proverbs 29:18 (KJV) says, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

True vision is born out of divine fellowship. It is not created in the boardroom but received in the secret place. Vision is not what you want to do for God, but what God wants to do through you. It is the blueprint of heaven deposited in your spirit, commanding your alignment and action.

KEY FACTS ABOUT VISION

1. TRUE VISION SPEAKS AT THE END, NOT AT THE BEGINNING

When vision first arrives, it often looks ordinary, confusing, or even unrealistic. It rarely comes with applause or clarity. In fact, it often invites criticism, mockery, and rejection. Just like Joseph’s dreams, vision is usually ridiculed before it is respected. In the beginning, it may appear dormant or unachievable. But in the end, it speaks loudly and clearly. Vision is validated by manifestation, not excitement.

2. VISION REQUIRES PROCESSING

Before vision speaks, it processes. The one who receives vision must be processed to match the weight of what God has revealed. Moses had the vision to deliver Israel, but spent 40 years in the wilderness being prepared. Paul encountered Jesus and then spent years in Arabia being equipped. God will never place a heavy vision on an unprocessed vessel. Between revelation and manifestation is preparation.

3. VISION THRIVES ON CHARACTER, NOT JUST CHARISMA

It is not enough to carry power gifts like prophecy, tongues, healing, or discernment. These are important but not sufficient for the fulfillment of vision. The gifts may attract attention, but it is the fruit of the Spirit that sustains destiny. According to Galatians 5:22-23, the fruits of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control are the attributes that preserve the vessel and stabilize the journey.

Many have received genuine visions from God but failed in character and collapsed in the process. Patience and long-suffering are especially critical because vision is a marathon, not a sprint. Without endurance, discouragement will abort destiny.

4. VISION REQUIRES TIME AND SEASONAL DISCERNMENT

Vision is time-sensitive. No matter how accurate a vision is, if you try to manifest it outside of divine timing, it will fail. The power of vision lies in alignment with God’s schedule. Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Misjudging seasons leads to premature exposure and failure.

Vision must be walked out step by step, stage by stage. Just as a baby must crawl before walking, vision must mature before manifestation. Each season comes with its test. There is a season of silence, of rejection, of formation, and of visibility. You must discern them all.

5. VISION ATTRACTS ADVERSITY

Every true vision will face opposition. In fact, opposition is one of the strongest validations that your vision is divine. Satan will not fight what is not a threat. Nehemiah’s vision to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem was opposed from every side. Jesus' mission was challenged from infancy to the cross. If your vision is truly of God, expect resistance—but also expect divine backing.

Opposition is not a sign of failure but a test of commitment. Many faint in the day of adversity because their strength is small. Visionaries must be battle-tested, able to withstand storms, delays, betrayals, and discouragement.

6. VISION REQUIRES DISCIPLINE AND FOCUS

Distraction is one of the deadliest enemies of vision. Many start strong but lose focus. Like Peter walking on water, they allow the winds of life to shift their eyes from the Master to the mess. Vision demands saying no to many good things to stay with the God-thing.

It also requires the discipline of time, resources, and relationships. Not every opportunity is a divine instruction. You must guard your heart, your circle, and your energy. Vision flourishes in environments of purity and clarity.

7. VISION REQUIRES COURAGE AND RESILIENCE

Vision will often demand that you walk alone. The early stages of vision may require loneliness, rejection, and misunderstanding. Noah built an ark with no rain in sight. Abraham walked to an unknown land. These men were sustained by vision, not applause.

If you cannot endure the loneliness of vision, you will never enjoy the reward of vision. You must believe what God told you even when no one else sees it. Hebrews 10:36 says, “You have need of patience, that, after you have done the will of God, you might receive the promise.”

8. VISION SEEKS TRANSFORMATION, NOT JUST ATTRACTION

A true vision will not just aim to make you popular or successful; it will aim to make others better, to improve society, and to advance God’s kingdom. Vision is bigger than self. It is redemptive. It serves others. It adds value. If your vision doesn’t stretch beyond you, it is ambition, not vision.

STAGES OF A VISION

1. REVELATION – God reveals His purpose.

2. INSTRUCTION – Specific steps are given.

3. SEPARATION – You are separated from what limits you.

4. PREPARATION – You are trained and refined.

5. OPPOSITION – You are tested and resisted.

6. MANIFESTATION – Vision begins to produce fruit.

7. MULTIPLICATION – Vision spreads and multiplies in others.

QUALITIES OF A VISIONARY

Sensitive to divine instructions

Emotionally stable and spiritually rooted

Bold in the face of opposition

Willing to endure delays and rejections

Able to discern seasons and transitions

Passionate about impact, not applause

Willing to submit to process and authority

Consistent in faith, regardless of results

CONCLUSION

Vision is not a one-time encounter—it is a lifelong journey. It is God's plan being worked out through your life in stages. Vision is fragile in the beginning but becomes powerful at the end. The end speaks, not the beginning. It is not how it looks now, but how it will be when God is done.

Don’t abort your vision because of delay. Don’t discard it because of opposition. Don’t disobey because of pressure. What God has shown you will come to pass—if you stay faithful.

Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NIV) says, “The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.” Vision is not about speed, but about staying in sync with God. Those who wait on the Lord will not be ashamed. The vision will speak—at the end.

From Housemaid To Oga's Wife Episode Two

Martins and Nnenna continued their secret relationship without any problems. They acted normal during the day, pretending to be nothing more than an employer and his housemaid. Martins treated Jessica like a caring husband, and Nnenna did her house chores without drawing attention. But at night, everything changed. Martins would sneak out of his bedroom and go to Nnenna’s room. They would whisper, laugh, and hold each other in the darkness. It was the only time they could be together, and they cherished every moment.

"I'm enjoying this relationship. I have the woman I love right under my roof. There are no better feelings than this." Martins said to himself.

Jessica had no reason to suspect anything at first. She was living the life she wanted. It was a life of relaxation and comfort. Nnenna handled everything in the house, and Martins provided everything she needed. But after a while, she started noticing something strange. Martins would leave the bed at odd hours. It happened once, then twice. At first, she assumed he was just going to the toilet or stepping out for fresh air. But when it continued happening, she became curious. Why was her husband always leaving the bed in the middle of the night?

"Where does he always go to? This is becoming serious. How can he be leaving the house in such odd hours? I have to find out." Jessica said to herself.

Jessica decided to pay closer attention. She stayed awake some nights, waiting to see if it would happen again. And it did. Martins would quietly get up, check if she was asleep, and then leave the room. He always returned after about an hour. Jessica found it strange. Her husband never had this habit before. Something was not right. She needed to find out what was going on.

One night, Jessica made up her mind. She was not going to sleep. She wanted to see exactly where Martins was going. She lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. She even let out soft breaths to make it look real. The clock ticked, and soon, it was 2am. Right on time, Martins slowly got up. He turned to look at Jessica. She did not move. Satisfied that she was asleep, he tiptoed out of the room.

"Today, I must follow you to that place you always go to. I have to find out." She said.

Jessica waited for a few seconds, then quietly got up. She moved slowly, making sure her steps did not make any sound. She followed Martins, keeping a safe distance. She saw him go towards the boys’ quarters. She was confused. Why was he going there? The only person staying there was Nnenna, their housemaid. Jessica’s heart beat faster, but she remained calm. She wanted to see for herself.

Martins reached Nnenna’s door and knocked softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he stepped inside. Jessica gasped silently. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her husband had just entered the room of their housemaid. She moved closer and placed her ear near the door. At first, she heard whispers, then soft laughter. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was going on inside that room, and she had to know what it was.

Inside the room, Martins sat on the bed and pulled Nnenna close. He ki.ssed her forehead and smiled. “I missed you,” he whispered.

Nnenna smiled. “You saw me this evening,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

“That’s different,” Martins replied. “I miss holding you.”

Nnenna sighed. “I don’t like this sneaking around. It doesn’t feel right.”

Martins lifted her chin. “Be patient, my love. This is the only way we can be together for now.”

She nodded. She knew he was right, but it still felt wrong. She just wanted a normal life with the man she loved.

Jessica pressed her ear harder against the door. She heard voices, but she could not make out everything they were saying. She took a deep breath and stepped back. She needed to be sure before she acted. Then, suddenly, she heard something else—the unmistakable sound of ki.ssing. Her body stiffened. Her husband was in there, doing something with Nnenna? She was not sure, she could no longer control herself.

Jessica raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door. “Who is there?” she demanded.

Inside the room, Martins and Nnenna froze. Their eyes met, filled with shock and panic. The knocking continued.

“Open this door now!” Jessica shouted.

Martins jumped to his feet. “What do we do?” he whispered.

Nnenna’s hands shook. “She knows,” she said in a trembling voice.

Jessica banged on the door again. “Martins! I know you are inside there! Open this door before I break it down!”

Martins ran his hands through his hair. “Just stay calm,” he told Nnenna. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it on. He needed to think fast. How was he going to get out of this situation?

Jessica stepped back and looked around. She was furious. She could not believe what was happening. Her husband was cheating on her—with their housemaid! And not just any housemaid, but the one she had trusted the most. She shook her head in anger. This was not going to end well.

Inside the room, Martins took a deep breath. “I have to open the door,” he said.

Nnenna grabbed his hand. “No! She will kill me.”

Martins sighed. “We can’t hide forever.”

The knocking became louder. Jessica was losing patience. “Martins! If you don’t open this door right now, I swear, I will scream and wake the whole neighborhood!”

"Waitim please. Don't open the door. I have an idea." Nnena said.

To be continued

Delta Governor’s Aide, Shimite Winifred, Reportedly Dies from Domestic Violence Incident

The Delta State community has been thrown into mourning following the tragic death of Chief (Mrs.) Shimite Winifred, the Special Adviser to the Governor on Trade and Export. She was a respected trade and economic expert, known for her dedication to economic development and women empowerment.

Initial reports suggest that Shimite died as a result of domestic violence. Though details are still emerging, it is alleged that she had a fatal confrontation with her husband, Pastor David Favour, who has reportedly been arrested in connection with her death.

Human rights activist and fellow government aide, Harrison Gwamnishu, confirmed the heartbreaking news in a Facebook post on Monday, April 21, 2025. Another activist, Comrade Victor Ojie, also known as Wong Box, echoed the confirmation, urging people to prioritize their lives over staying in abusive marriages: “Marriage is not by force. It’s better to lose your marriage than to lose your life.”

Shimite’s personal aide, Tameta Sunday, expressed grief and outrage in a tribute, accusing her husband of being responsible for cutting short her life and future plans.

The late Shimite Winifred held several notable positions throughout her career. She served as the Coordinator of the Delta State UNIDO Centre and was the focal person for the Federal Government’s Social Investment Programme in Delta. She also hosted African Pot, a television documentary that celebrated African cuisine, tourism, and culture.

Additionally, she was an influential member of several development and trade bodies, including the Steering Committee of USAID/NEXTT (Nigerian Expanded Trade and Transport) – Lakaji Trade Corridor, and the Board of Directors of FESECA – Foundation for Economic Change in Africa. She also contributed as an editor for Daily Trust and Leadership newspapers on travel and tourism.

Her death has sparked widespread calls for greater awareness around domestic violence and the urgent need for victims to seek safety, regardless of social or economic status.

Delta Governor’s Aide, Shimite Winifred, Reportedly Dies from Domestic Violence Incident

The Delta State community has been thrown into mourning following the tragic death of Chief (Mrs.) Shimite Winifred, the Special Adviser to the Governor on Trade and Export. She was a respected trade and economic expert, known for her dedication to economic development and women empowerment.

Initial reports suggest that Shimite died as a result of domestic violence. Though details are still emerging, it is alleged that she had a fatal confrontation with her husband, Pastor David Favour, who has reportedly been arrested in connection with her death.

Human rights activist and fellow government aide, Harrison Gwamnishu, confirmed the heartbreaking news in a Facebook post on Monday, April 21, 2025. Another activist, Comrade Victor Ojie, also known as Wong Box, echoed the confirmation, urging people to prioritize their lives over staying in abusive marriages: “Marriage is not by force. It’s better to lose your marriage than to lose your life.”

Shimite’s personal aide, Tameta Sunday, expressed grief and outrage in a tribute, accusing her husband of being responsible for cutting short her life and future plans.

The late Shimite Winifred held several notable positions throughout her career. She served as the Coordinator of the Delta State UNIDO Centre and was the focal person for the Federal Government’s Social Investment Programme in Delta. She also hosted African Pot, a television documentary that celebrated African cuisine, tourism, and culture.

Additionally, she was an influential member of several development and trade bodies, including the Steering Committee of USAID/NEXTT (Nigerian Expanded Trade and Transport) – Lakaji Trade Corridor, and the Board of Directors of FESECA – Foundation for Economic Change in Africa. She also contributed as an editor for Daily Trust and Leadership newspapers on travel and tourism.

Her death has sparked widespread calls for greater awareness around domestic violence and the urgent need for victims to seek safety, regardless of social or economic status.

THE SON AND HIS WIFE FORCED AN OLD MAN OUT OF HIS OWN HOME—UNTIL A DOG LED HIM TO A NEW BEGINNING

Wilson sat shivering on a freezing bench in a park outside Manchester, the icy wind biting through his worn coat. Snowflakes drifted down as the night stretched on, an endless black void. He stared blankly ahead, grappling with the cruel irony that he—a man who had built his own home with his bare hands—had been thr0wn out onto the streets, discarded like rubb!sh.

Just hours earlier, he had been standing in the house that had always been his sanctuary. But his son, Anthony, met his gaze with cold indifference, treating him like a stranger.

“Dad, it’s cramped with Susie and me,” Anthony said bluntly. “You’re not getting any younger. A retirement home or a rented room would be better for you. You’ve got your pension…”

Standing silently by his side, Susie, Wilson’s daughter-in-law, nodded, as though this cr:u:el decision were the most natural thing in the world.

“But… this is my home,” Wilson said, his voice trembling—not from the cold, but from the deep sting of betrayal.

“You signed it over to me,” Anthony shrugged, his tone detached. “The documents are done, Dad.”

In that moment, Wilson realized he had nothing left.

Without arguing, he turned and walked away, leaving behind everything he had cherished—memories, security, and the son he had raised with love.

Now he sat alone, wrapped in his tattered coat, unable to understand how his life had come to this. He had trusted his son, given him everything, and yet, in the end, he had become nothing more than a burden. The b!ting cold crept into his b0nes, but the @che in his soul was far deeper.

Then, out of the darkness, he felt a touch.

A warm, furry paw gently rested on his frozen hand.

Before him stood a large, shaggy dog with kind, expressive eyes that seemed almost human. The dog stared at Wilson, nudging his palm softly with its nose as if saying, “You’re not alone.”

“Where did you come from, buddy?” Wilson whispered, tears rising in his throat as he fought to keep them back.

The dog wagged its tail and tugged at the edge of Wilson’s coat with its teeth.

“What are you doing?” Wilson asked, surprised. His voice carried less despair than before.

The dog tugged again, persistently urging Wilson to follow. And with nothing left to lose, the old man sighed and stood.

They walked together through snow-covered streets until they approached a small house. Its door swung open, and a woman wrapped in a warm shawl appeared in the doorway.

“Benny! Where have you been, you rascal?” she exclaimed before freezing, her gaze falling on the shivering old man. “Oh my... Are you all right?”

Wilson tried to say he’d manage, but only a hoarse groan escaped his lips.

“You’re freezing! Come inside, quickly!” The woman grabbed his hand and led him into the warmth of her home.

Wilson awoke the next morning in a cozy room, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon rolls filling the air. For the first time in what felt like forever, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the cold and fear.

“Good morning,” a gentle voice greeted him.

He turned to see the woman from the night before, standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands.

“My name’s Halsey,” she said, smiling warmly. “And yours?”

“Wilson,” he replied hesitantly.

“Well, Wilson,” she said with a brighter smile, “my Benny doesn’t usually bring strangers home. You’re lucky.”

Wilson managed a faint smile.

“I don’t know how to thank you...”

“Tell me,” Halsey said as she set the tray on the table, “how did you end up out in the cold like that?”

Wilson hesitated, but the genuine concern in Halsey’s eyes urged him to share everything. He recounted the story of his home, his son, and the heartbreaking betrayal that had left him out in the cold.

When he finished, silence filled the room.

“Stay with me,” Halsey said suddenly.

Wilson stared at her in sh0ck.

“What?”

“I live alone—just me and Benny. I could use some company, and you need a home.”

“I… don’t…”

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"We can't do anything without them" - Mahama invites Ibrahim Traore and other military leaders to to ECOWAS@50 launch in Accra

President John Mahama has extended an invitation to the junta leaders of Burkina Faso, Mali, and Niger to attend the official 50th anniversary of ECOWAS’s establishment in Accra.

This was disclosed by the Foreign Affairs Minister, Samuel Okudzeto Ablakwa at a press conference on Thursday, April 17, 2025.

He explained that the invitation was a direct request from President Mahama in his capacity as summit host.

“I did indicate all ECOWAS heads of state have been invited for this event, including heads of state of the AES countries.

Because of the divorce from ECOWAS, it requires the host president to be solely responsible for that invitation. So they will come as guests of the Ghanaian president,” he said.

His Wife Wet the Bed on Their Wedding Night—And Then This Happened - Episode 4

His Mother Moved In—and Tried to Take Over the Marriage…

After weathering therapy, emotional breakdowns, and late-night phone drama, Obiora and Christy were finally in sync again.

The house was filled with peace. Laughter. Warmth. Even the neighbors had started calling them “that sweet couple.” But in Nigeria, peace is often short-lived when family gets involved.

It all started with a phone call.

“Mama’s not feeling too strong,” Obiora told Christy one evening. “Doctor says she should be around people. I think she should come stay with us for a few weeks.”

Christy smiled and nodded. “Of course. She’s welcome anytime.”

She meant it too. She loved Mama Ngozi—or at least, the version she knew from wedding ceremonies and video calls. What she didn’t realize was…

Mama Ngozi was a full-force hurricane in a gele.

The moment she entered the house, the atmosphere shifted.

“Ehn, so this is how you people live?” she said, scanning the living room like a general inspecting troops. “This chair is not facing the TV properly. And this flower? Haba. Artificial? In my son’s house?”

Christy laughed it off. She thought it was cute. For the first two days.

But then Mama started waking her up at 5 a.m. to pray.

Then came the cooking.

“You young girls don’t know how to cook soup again. Christy, give me that pot. You’re stirring it like you’re mixing paint.”

Christy bit her tongue. She tried. Really tried.

Until the ultimate line dropped during one Sunday lunch.

Mama Ngozi turned to Obiora and said in Igbo—loud enough for Christy to hear:

“If you had married that Ada girl from the village, you would be eating fresh pounded yam every day, not this microwave love.”

Christy’s fork paused mid-air. Her chest tightened.

Obiora caught the moment. He saw the pain in Christy’s eyes. And for the first time since Mama arrived, he spoke up.

“Mama, please. Respect my wife.”

The room fell silent.

“She may not pound yam or wake up before the cock crows, but this woman held me down when I was broken. You’re my mother, and I love you—but this is our home. Not your battleground.”

Mama gasped like she’d been shot. “So you’re choosing a woman over me, Obiora?”

“I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing my marriage.”

Mama stood. Packed her things. And went to stay with Obiora’s older sister “for just a few days.” She didn’t speak to him for a week.

Christy, shaken but grateful, turned to her husband that night.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Obiora pulled her close and smiled. “You don’t leave someone you pray for, remember?”

They laughed through tears.

When parents clash with your spouse—who do you stand with? Can there be balance without disrespect? Let’s talk in the comments.

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