PASSION
LEAVE PASSION AND FOCUS ON MAKING MONEY

Passion is 'POWERFUL' but poverty is louder, and no matter how FULFILLED you may feel doing what you love, if it's not FUNDING your life, you'll end up become BROKE, FRUSTRATED and STUCK in a circle that doesn't serve you or the people you're meant to help.

Something many men do not understand, a womaπ is not wired to recognize your sacrifice. She is wired to embrace abundance.

Meaning?

It doesn't matter how hard you sacrifice for her. You can sell your whole lineage for all she cares but when the right time comes for her to leave, she won't consider all the good things you did for her. She is thankless. Looking at it clearly, a woman[in the core of her nature] loathes a man who sacrifices for her. Such kinds of men are not attractive in her eyes. She is likely to subconsciously punish these types of meπ.

Most men are walking through hell right now trying to compete with ancestor sugar daddies and car jackers in their attempt to please womeπ.

They are fighting a battle they will never win.

The right formula is, one, take care of yourself, invest in your own wellbeing and the right woman will find her way to you. If you invest in her and forget yourself, you automatically lose. You become a pawn in her game. She is going to discard you for a King in the end. The guy who invested in himself will automatically win.

When you uplift her above yourself, you automatically lose in this game.

She has to always stick below you in your life. If she has to be above you in anything, let her father or herself exalt her to that level. If not her father or herself, let it be another man. In this case, you automatically WIN if she ever left.

I know simps will be all over here arguing that a womaπ will not stay where she is not being treated right. Boss, if you have to sacrifice yourself for a womaπ, you are fighting a game that you are going to end up losing. Dishing out your finances to a womaπ so that she can stay hooked to you is like throwing it in a void. You keep throwing until the next simp online shows up and takes her away from you. The void is bottomless and will never get filled. This is defined by one simple rule...YOU CANNOT NEGOTIATE DESIRE.

A womaπ who is into you will stay whether you gave her material things or not. And if she doesn't ask for it, she automatically deserves it all.

If the bonding medium is what you as the man can do for her and not what both of you can do for each other, then, mr man you are trending on a ground full of landmines. Y0u are an automatic LOSER!

Know this and act accordingly!

We are tired of hearing meπ crying loudly in the market saying,

"After all I did for you this is what you pay me with."

And all the Jezebels say is,

"Did I ask/force you to do all that for me?

Serve, Love, Give, Purify, Meditate, Realize.

You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, deserve your love and affection.

I GOT ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
FINALE
The door burst open, and Nneka stood there—alive, real, her eyes burning with a fire that had refused to die even in the darkest depths of the asylum.
Emeka’s breath caught in his throat.
"Nneka…?" His voice was barely a whisper, as if speaking too loud would shatter the illusion.
But she was real.
Her skin, once glowing, was now pale and thin. Her hair, once thick and lustrous, hung in limp strands. Her wrists bore the marks of restraints, her body frail from months of forced sedation. Yet, her spirit—*her will*—was unbroken.
Ngozi’s reaction was instant.
"NO!" she shrieked, her voice a guttural, animalistic snarl. "YOU’RE DEAD! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE GONE!"
She lunged, fingers curled into claws, aiming for Nneka’s throat.
The police officers, who had followed Nneka and her parents inside, moved swiftly. Two of them grabbed Ngozi, wrenching her back, but she fought like a rabid beast, kicking, screaming, spitting curses.
"SHE STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!"
Nneka didn’t flinch. She stood tall, her gaze locked onto her sister’s deranged face.
"You did this to yourself, Ngozi."
The evidence against Ngozi was overwhelming.
1. The Poison Plot – The spilled wine was tested. Forensic experts confirmed it was laced with a lethal, untraceable toxin. Emeka’s glass had been moments away from his lips.
2. The Asylum Records – Nurse Adaeze testified, presenting forged documents Ngozi had used to commit Nneka under a false identity.
3. The Financial Crimes** – Bank statements revealed Ngozi had drained Nneka’s business accounts, spending millions on luxury
shopping sprees and parties.
4. The Fake Suicide – The "suicide note" by the river was proven to be Ngozi’s handwriting, not Nneka’s.
Ngozi’s defense crumbled.
The trial was swift. Ngozi, dressed in an ill-fitting orange jumpsuit, sat in the defendant’s chair, her once-perfect makeup replaced by dark circles and a permanent scowl.
When the judge read the charges—attempted murder, fraud, identity theft, false imprisonment—Ngozi’s composure snapped.
"SHE DESERVED IT!" she screamed, pointing at Nneka, who sat calmly beside Emeka. *l"SHE HAD EVERYTHING! OUR PARENTS LOVED HER MORE! MEN WANTED HER MORE! EVEN HER ****** BUSINESS WAS BETTER THAN ANYTHING I COULD DO!"
The courtroom fell silent.
For the first time, everyone saw the truth—Ngozi wasn’t just evil. She was broken.
But brokenness wasn’t an excuse for monstrosity.
The judge’s voice was steel.
"For your crimes, you are sentenced to thirty years in federal prison—twenty-five for attempted murder and fraud, and an additional five for the poisoning plot. You will be eligible for parole in twenty years, though given the nature of your actions, I doubt the board will look favorably upon you."
Ngozi’s face twisted in rage.
"NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!"
She lunged again, this time at the judge, but the bailiffs restrained her. As they dragged her away, she locked eyes with Nneka one last time.
"THIS ISN’T OVER!" she howled.
But it was.
Ngozi was sent to a maximum-security prison, where she would spend her days in hard labor, her beauty fading, her rage festering.
Her parents disowned her publicly.
"We have only one daughter now,"* her father said in an interview, his voice heavy with grief.
Emeka was haunted by guilt.
"I should have known," he whispered one night, holding Nneka’s scarred hands. *"I married her thinking it was you. I slept under the same roof as that monster while you suffered."
Nneka cupped his face.
"You couldn’t have known. She was that good at pretending. But now… we move forward."
Three months later, on a sunlit beach, Nneka walked down the aisle—this time, for real.
She wore a flowing white gown, her hair braided elegantly, her smile radiant.
Emeka, dressed in a crisp black suit, wept as she approached.
Their vows were simple.
"After everything… I choose you. Always."
The guests—family, friends, even Nurse Adaeze—cheered as they kissed.
They traveled to the Maldives, then Paris, then Bali—making up for lost time.
Nneka’s business, Naturé by Nneka, was relaunched. With Emeka’s support, it became even more successful than before.
Two years later, Nneka gave birth to twin boys—healthy, beautiful, with their mother’s bright eyes and their father’s strong features.
As she held them for the first time, she whispered:
"You will never know the kind of evil that exists in this world… because I will spend my life protecting you from it."
Ngozi remained in prison, her screams fading into silence.
Nneka thrived—her heart healing, her life full.
And as for Emeka?
He loved her more fiercely than ever.
Because after all they had endured…
They had won.
THE END.

Every plan of the enemy against your joy and progress scatter by fire. The Lord will preserve your going out and coming in, in the name of Jesus.

Give yourself the right treat it deserves

“I Was Their Housemaid. They Told Their Visitors I Was a Cousin.”
20 Years Later, I Bought Their Mansion — And Gave It Back to Them Rent-Free.

They dressed me in hand-me-downs.
Made me serve their guests and wash their underwear.
But anytime visitors came, they’d smile and say:

> “She’s our little cousin from the village.”

I wasn’t family.
I was labour disguised as love.

But when the winds of life changed…
They never expected the same "cousin" to become their landlady.

From Maid to Millionaire — What She Did With the House That Once Housed Her Pain Left the Entire Family Speechless
Written by Rosyworld CRN

2002. GRA, Port Harcourt, Nigeria.

I was 11 when I moved in with them.
They promised my widowed mother they’d send me to school.

Instead, I became their domestic help.
Up by 4 AM.
Sleep by midnight.

I washed their dishes, ironed their uniforms, ran errands, and never complained.
Every time they introduced me as “our cousin,” I smiled through the lie.

Only the last daughter, Amaka, ever treated me kindly.
She once whispered:

> “One day, you’ll be bigger than all of us. Just don’t forget yourself.”

When I turned 15, they let me go.
Said they couldn’t afford to “keep an extra mouth.”

I moved in with a church family.
Hustled.
Went back to school.
Studied Accounting.
Sold snacks during holidays.

Eventually, I opened a small cleaning agency.

2020.

My agency serviced estates.
Managed elite homes.

That’s when I saw the house again.

Their house.
Old now. Paint peeling. Broken gate.

I found out it was up for auction.
They had lost everything to debt.

I didn’t blink.

I bought it.

Cash.

Then waited.

One Saturday morning, I knocked on their door.

The father opened.
Wrinkled, surprised.
They were squatting in one room upstairs — no light, no dignity.

They didn’t recognize me… until I said:

> “I’m the cousin who used to clean your toilets.”

Gasps.
Confusion.
Then silence.

I handed them keys.

> “This house is yours. Rent-free. No shame.

You don’t owe me.

But you owe the next person like me — kindness.”

The mother fell to her knees.
The daughters cried.

Only Amaka could speak.
She hugged me and whispered:

> “You didn’t forget yourself… and you didn’t forget us either.”

Today, I own 13 properties.
But that house?
It’s my loudest statement in silence.

Because the people who hid your pain with lies…
May one day live inside your compassion.

From housemaid… to house owner.
From “cousin”… to quiet conqueror.
From thrown away… to throne giver.

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True wealth is when your heart remains rich — even after you become powerful

“I No Get Shame!” – Tiwa Savage Spills it all on How She Begged Don Jazzy for a Second Chance, Found Love, and Built Her Mavin Family

Before she was Africa’s ultimate Afrobeats queen, singing her heart out on Somebody’s Son, Tiwa Savage was just a bold dreamer with thick skin and zero shame—and she’s not afraid to admit it.

In a tell-it-all, deeply emotional interview with Afrobeats Intelligence, Tiwa opened up about one of the most defining moments of her career—the day she humbled herself and knocked on Don Jazzy’s door again, this time, with a shameless but heartfelt plea.

“When Don Jazzy started Mavin, I went to him and said, ‘Can you sign me now? Because you didn’t sign me in Mo’Hits before,’” she said, laughing. “I asked again. Wow. Oh my God. I don’t have shame.”

But behind the laughter was something raw: a woman who knew her worth, who had once been overlooked in the Mo’Hits era, but refused to let rejection define her. Tiwa wasn’t just asking to be signed—she was fighting for her destiny. And guess what?

Don Jazzy said YES.

Just like that, the doors to Mavin Records swung wide open for her—and with them came not just hit songs, but something even more precious: a family.

“Mavin was like home. If something trended online or I was going through stuff personally, I could just run into Jazzy’s room. Everyone—Dr Sid, Reekado Banks, Tega—they’d gather, no judgement. We’d cry, talk, laugh... That bond? I miss it,” Tiwa revealed, her voice soft with nostalgia.

It wasn’t just about music. It was late-night heart-to-hearts, sibling fights, shared wins, inside jokes. And yes—love stories bloomed too. Fans whispered back then about sparks between some of the Mavin stars, and while Tiwa’s lips stay sealed, you could feel the warmth in how she talked about those days.

Now with Empire, Tiwa’s journey has shifted. It’s less warmth, more business. And while she’s bossing up in a big way—touring, deals, international features—there’s a part of her that still longs for the tight-knit magic Mavin once gave her.

“You have to know who you’re signing to. That experience shaped me—not just musically, but as a businesswoman too,” she said, eyes firm.

From begging for a shot to becoming one of Africa’s biggest stars, Tiwa Savage’s story is proof that sometimes, the boldest thing a woman can do is ask for what she deserves—without shame, without apology, and with all the love in her heart.

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TEN ATTITUDES OF SMART PEOPLE

1. They are usually quiet than others – Smart people often prefer to listen and observe rather than dominate conversations.

2. They are aware of their own ignorance – Smart people recognize the limits of their knowledge and are open to learning more.

3. They avoid bragging – Instead of bragging, smart people let their actions speak for themselves.

4. They are humble – Despite their intelligence, they remain modest about their abilities.

5. They may have fewer close friends – They find it difficult to connect deeply with others because of their unique perspective.

6. They ask insightful questions – Smart people question deeply, seeking to understand and analyze.

7. They identify flaws and loopholes – They often examine systems or arguments to find imperfections.

8. They enjoy reading – A love of books and continuous learning is common among intelligent people.

9. They have strong intuition – They can often sense the true intentions and feelings of others.

10. They avoid confrontation – Intelligent individuals generally avoid unnecessary arguments and conflicts.

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TEN ATTITUDES OF SMART PEOPLE

1. They are usually quiet than others – Smart people often prefer to listen and observe rather than dominate conversations.

2. They are aware of their own ignorance – Smart people recognize the limits of their knowledge and are open to learning more.

3. They avoid bragging – Instead of bragging, smart people let their actions speak for themselves.

4. They are humble – Despite their intelligence, they remain modest about their abilities.

5. They may have fewer close friends – They find it difficult to connect deeply with others because of their unique perspective.

6. They ask insightful questions – Smart people question deeply, seeking to understand and analyze.

7. They identify flaws and loopholes – They often examine systems or arguments to find imperfections.

8. They enjoy reading – A love of books and continuous learning is common among intelligent people.

9. They have strong intuition – They can often sense the true intentions and feelings of others.

10. They avoid confrontation – Intelligent individuals generally avoid unnecessary arguments and conflicts.

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AKUA THE HUSBAND BEATER

Akua was a force to be reckoned with. Her husband, Kofi, often joked that she was the one wearing the crown in their marriage. Every day, it seemed, Akua found a reason to lash out at Kofi. A burnt meal, a misplaced item, or even a simple disagreement would set her off.

Kofi, on the other hand, was a calm and patient man. He loved Akua dearly, but he couldn't understand why she seemed to take pleasure in belittling him. He tried to talk to her, to reason with her, but Akua wouldn't listen.

One day, Kofi had had enough. He stood tall, looked Akua straight in the eye, and said, "I love you, but I deserve respect. I won't engage in this cycle of violence anymore." Akua was taken aback. For the first time, she saw the pain and hurt she had caused. Slowly, she began to realize that her actions had consequences and that she needed to change. With effort and support, Akua worked on managing her anger, and their relationship began to heal.