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IF YOU CAN’T BE ALONE, YOU’RE WEAK, AND WOMEN CAN SMELL IT

Bro, if the thought of being alone terrifies you, you’ve already lost.

If you constantly need a woman’s presence, her validation, her attention just to feel like a man, you’re finished.

A man who can’t stand on his own is not a man, he’s a dependent. And women? They don’t respect dependents. They use them.

They exploit their neediness, take what they can, and discard them when something better comes along.

A woman can feel when a man is afraid to be alone. She can sense when he’s too available.

When he needs her attention more than she needs his. And the second she smells that weakness? It’s over.

You ever wonder why women chase men who seem unbothered? Why they obsess over the guy who doesn’t always text back? Why they fight for the attention of a man who seems hard to reach?

Because he doesn’t need them. Because he is complete with or without them. Because his world doesn’t revolve around her presence.

That’s what makes him valuable. That’s what makes her crave him.

The strongest men in history built their empires alone. They spent years in isolation mastering their craft.

They weren’t distracted by pointless relationships, they weren’t begging for attention, they were focused. And because of that, women gravitated toward them naturally.

So here’s the truth, learn to be alone. Learn to enjoy your own company. Learn to build yourself in silence.

Because when you become a man who stands on his own, the world, including women, will be forced to recognize your presence.

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Step up or step aside.

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IF YOU CAN’T BE ALONE, YOU’RE WEAK, AND WOMEN CAN SMELL IT

Bro, if the thought of being alone terrifies you, you’ve already lost.

If you constantly need a woman’s presence, her validation, her attention just to feel like a man, you’re finished.

A man who can’t stand on his own is not a man, he’s a dependent. And women? They don’t respect dependents. They use them.

They exploit their neediness, take what they can, and discard them when something better comes along.

A woman can feel when a man is afraid to be alone. She can sense when he’s too available.

When he needs her attention more than she needs his. And the second she smells that weakness? It’s over.

You ever wonder why women chase men who seem unbothered? Why they obsess over the guy who doesn’t always text back? Why they fight for the attention of a man who seems hard to reach?

Because he doesn’t need them. Because he is complete with or without them. Because his world doesn’t revolve around her presence.

That’s what makes him valuable. That’s what makes her crave him.

The strongest men in history built their empires alone. They spent years in isolation mastering their craft.

They weren’t distracted by pointless relationships, they weren’t begging for attention, they were focused. And because of that, women gravitated toward them naturally.

So here’s the truth, learn to be alone. Learn to enjoy your own company. Learn to build yourself in silence.

Because when you become a man who stands on his own, the world, including women, will be forced to recognize your presence.

Follow Girls Approach - Backup Account

Step up or step aside.

If you disappoint, you must appear before the council of brotherhood and explain why you've decided to disgrace everybody!

#girlsapproach

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BREAKING: 94-year-old Nigerian Music Legend, Gentleman Mike Ejeagha makes history as the oldest Artiste to enter the Apple Music Nigeria Top 100 Songs

His song, Ka Esi Le Onye Isi Oche was released in 1983. It went viral after Brain Jotter used it for a dance challenge.

His album, Akuko N'egwu Original Vol. 1 has debuted on the Spotify Nigeria Top 100 Albums 41 years after its release. Congratulations Sir

Lesson: Nature has a way of rewarding your commitments, efforts, and labours whether now or in the future. And no time is too late.

Credit: Ndubuisi Dan

AWERO, THE RIVER GODDESS
Bankole Ikusika

Episode 5: The Rising Tide of Dissent

The air in the Kingdom of Iye was thick with tension and reverberated with uncertainty. As word spread about the budding relationship between Awero, the goddess of the river, and Kofi, the rebellious shepherd from Ewele village, discontent brewed among the inhabitants. Whispers of betrayal and betrayal echoed through the hearts of her subjects, igniting a fervor that demanded to be voiced.

Awero had always believed in the power of love and connection, yet the very essence of her being now faced the threat of dissent. The villagers gathered near the riverbanks, forming a mass of voices laden with dismay. They regarded her not as their beloved goddess but as a figure whose choices questioned the sanctity of the traditions that had guided their lives for generations.

Among them was Ayi, a fierce elder and protector of the kingdom's values, whose wisdom was respected but whose heart had grown hard over the years. “We must unite!” Ayi declared, her voice slicing through the murmurs like a knife. “This romance with Kofi stains the sacred waters we revere. If our goddess wishes to defy tradition, then we shall rise against her!”

The crowd roared in agreement, fuelled by the fear that Awero’s love could taint their indelible connection to the Ije River. “We will not stand idly by while our goddess cavorts with a mortal!” shouted Jume, a young villager whose passion echoed the sentiment swirling through the masses. “If love is to conquer, then it will do so over our dead bodies!”

Awero and Kofi stood side by side, witnessing the storm brewing before them, hearts heavy with the weight of what was at stake. Kofi’s brow knitted with concern, and he turned to Awero. “This cannot be how they remember you. We must face them and explain the purity of our love. These fires of dissent only burn because they misunderstand,” he vowed.

Awero’s heart ached. She had never wanted to bring unrest to her land, only love and healing. Yet she stood resolute, determined to claim her truth. “Then let us address them, Kofi. If they wish to love me as they do the river, they must first understand that my heart cannot be bound by tradition alone.”

Together, they approached the gathering, their presence silencing the noise. Awero’s luminescent form shone brightly before the villagers, a figure of grace and longing. “People of Iye,” her voice resonated like a gentle waterfall. “I hear your concerns and understand your fears. But I ask you to embrace the spirit of love, for everything ties back to our hearts.”

“But goddess!” an elder interjected, his voice shrouded in despair. “You would cast aside tradition, the very rules that bind us? Our ancestors gave us these truths to maintain balance, and now you toss them aside for a fleeting whim! What becomes of us?”

Awero felt the burden of their doubts settle upon her, heavy like stones. She turned to Kofi, whose unwavering confidence bolstered her spirit. “This love is no fleeting whim; it is a connection borne out of understanding and a shared journey. I see greatness in him, and he sees the essence of me beyond my divinity. Shouldn’t we herald the love that strengthens us rather than the fear that chains us?”

While her words spoke to many, the dissenters grew louder. “If you continue down this path, we will revolt! Kofi will become a symbol of your betrayal!” Ayi’s voice rang out in defiance, urging the villagers to take action.

With fury rising like the waters of the river in a storm, the villagers began rallying together, spreading the words of rebellion like wildfire. Kofi felt desperation pool in his chest. “You cannot turn against the river, the essence of life that nurtured you!” he pleaded, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “Awero does not abandon you; she seeks to redefine our understanding of existence, forging a path through love!”

Awero, witnessing the anger of her people, felt a tear slip from her eye, a drop of shimmering water cascading down her cheek. “I do not wish to abandon tradition, but rather to encompass love as a part of it,” she spoke, a tremor in her voice. “Let us shift our people's notions from fear of the divine to respect for the love it inspires.”

Yet Ayi’s followers rallied to her side like a tempest closing in. “We will not be silenced! Remove Kofi from our realm, or we will revolt and reclaim our land!” The threat loomed like thunderclouds.

With hearts aching under the weight of chaos, Awero and Kofi withdrew to the riverbank, seeking solace in each other’s embrace. The waters lapped gently around them, belying the storm brewing above. “What hope do we have if they refuse to listen? Our love is drowned in a sea of rigid tradition,” Kofi said, anguish flooding his voice.

Awero’s heart felt heavy at the thought of losing not only Kofi but also the love she had for her people. “We must do something, Kofi. If they rise against me, this will create a rift that will never heal. I cannot allow violence to taint the love we’ve fostered.”

Kofi contemplated her words, a spark igniting within. “Perhaps it is a time for a vision—a way for them to witness the connection we share. Let them see what love can do, the strength of unity! Let us unite our worlds, not through force but through understanding.”

Awero’s face lit up at this idea, her heart racing at the potential it held. “What do you suggest?”

“We could gather the villagers to witness the harmony of our love. I will venture into the depths of the river, and you will guide me. Let them glimpse the beauty our bond can manifest—a celebration of love that transcends the mundane.”

While Awero held apprehensions about exposing her true potential to the villagers, the thought of losing Kofi tore at her heart. “We shall do it,” she decided, quiet determination settling in her core.

As twilight enveloped the sky, Awero and Kofi prepared for the moment where the essence of their love could be revealed. The villagers gathered stiffly near the water’s edge, wary eyes trained upon the couple. Ayi stood prominently among them, crafting her thoughts into a formidable wariness.

“Let the goddess show us her folly,” she sneered, arms crossed defiantly.

Awero called out to the villagers, her voice soothing yet firm as the currents of the river. “Tonight, I wish to show you what love has the power to create. Trust in this connection!” As she intertwined her fingers with Kofi’s, the air shimmered with anticipation.

Kofi took a deep breath as he stepped forward, anchoring himself in Awero’s love. He plunged into the river, surrounded by the luminescence of the goddess’ magic. With each stroke, waves of light began to ripple through the depths, reflecting colors unseen; a twinkling symphony of blue and gold danced upon the surface.

Awero whispered incantations that brought forth vision to the villagers—a luminous world of intertwined destinies where love conquers fear. As Kofi glided through the currents, the waters began to swirl and shimmer, crafting vivid scenes of life filled with joy and unity.

Translucent images began to form around them; joyous villages thriving with laughter and mirth, couples tied together in bonds of love, strengthened by faith in each other, and the essence of life flourishing like the vibrant flowers that adorned their lands. The villagers watched with widened eyes, dazzled by this radiant display of harmony.

As Kofi emerged from the water, his body enveloped in light, he took Awero’s hand, their ethereal connection illuminating the entire riverbank. “This is what we fear losing! Love deems more powerful than all, binding us to each other and to the land. I am a mere shepherd, yet standing by this goddess—I am home!”

The spectators fell silent, the enchanting display weaving through their hearts, kindling sparks of curiosity where fear had resided. Awero, unfurling her arms, motioned for the villagers to gather closer to the river.

“Witness the life we could cultivate, a flourishing realm where love, not fear, binds our destinies,” she impassioned, her radiant presence illuminating the night. “Should we not embrace what can bring joy—a soul both mortal and divine?”

Slowly, the community began to shift, understanding unraveling within their hearts like the delicate petals of a bloom. Each villager contemplated their own relationships and the profound love that guided them through life. The doubts that once clouded their hearts began to lift, as whispers traversed the crowd.

“Perhaps we have misunderstood,” a voice murmured from the back. “Are we not made stronger by love?”

Yet Ayi, steadfast in her beliefs, raised her hands in defiance against the tide of change. “This will lead to calamity! You, dear people, are being blinded by a temporary dazzle! Remember our traditions!”

As the tide of voices began to shift, Kofi felt the potency of the moment building. “We can honor our traditions while allowing for new growth, Ayi. Do not fear what you do not understand. Our connection only seeks to deepen the love we hold for each other and our land.”

Ayi’s dark brow furrowed as she scanned the seeds of doubt taking root within the crowd. “You speak of love, yet love can lead us astray, and nothing remains sacred if boundaries are torn apart!”

Awero, sensing Ayi’s deep anguish and struggling to maintain the bonds of ancient customs, turned to her with compassion. “I do not seek to erase your traditions—merely to redefine them. Allow our love to be part of this journey! We can intertwine the threads of our fates while honoring your wisdom, Ayi, joining our hearts as one.”

The crowd murmured, captivated by her tender approach, while Ayi’s resolve faltered momentarily as she saw the light glimmering in their eyes.

“Can we bend, yet remain strong? Can we love without losing the heart of our values?” Ayi’s voice wavered, her gaze flickered to the shimmering waters of the river, its depths symbolizing the profound understanding they sought. “Will this ensure our traditions hold their importance? That we honor our ancestors while embracing the love that binds us?”

Awero nodded earnestly. “Let us forge a new path together, illuminating the values of both love and tradition. The heart is capable of holding both—together, we can transform what is in danger of being lost into something even more profound.”

And slowly, as Kofi and Awero’s unwavering spirits revealed the light of possibility, the villagers begun to look at each other. Unraveling their fears, the ripples of understanding glimmered like stars in the night sky.

In the face of chaos, Kofi and Awero had ignited a glimmer of hope—an understanding that could bridge the divide between love and tradition. Still, Ayi stood firm, the weight of history pressing against her resolve.

“I will not relinquish my caution or let you lead me astray without proof of your worth,” she said, her voice resolute. “If you truly wish to unite love with tradition, then you must first prove your intentions. A goddess cannot simply declare her love and expect all to follow.”

And thus, the challenge was laid before them. Awero and Kofi must endure trials of the heart, not only to prove their love but also to showcase that this union could invigorate the very essence of life within the village while retaining the wisdom of the past. It was a daunting task, but they were determined to fight for their love, to showcase that connection was more powerful than fear.

The river flowed with renewed vigor that night, carrying both shadows of doubt and the light of understanding. Awero and Kofi found themselves at a turning point, where their love could ripple through the kingdom, transforming hearts and guiding the kingdom toward acceptance.

With hope flickering in their souls, together they embarked on a journey that would redefine their destinies—a tug of war between love and tradition, where the outcome remained uncertain, yet hope towered billowy like the grand clouds above—a reminder that even in a storm, harmony could prevail, and love could illuminate their path.

They would set out to forge new threads in the fabric of their people, weaving a tapestry that honored both love and history—ever stronger together, as the Kingdom of Iye River watched, waiting for the dawn of a new awakening to unfold...
To be continued in Episode 6

Former Chelsea star William Gallas believes Cristiano Ronaldo is the best ever!

"After he called himself the most complete player in the game’s history, people will say, ‘He's an arrogant guy,’ but look what he did, he's just unbelievable.

"He still scores goals. At 40 years old he still scores goals even in the national team. Okay, people are complaining, he plays in Saudi Arabia, but in the national team he still scores. You just have to give him credit and he has earned that credit.

"I think he is the most complete player to play the game."

Happy birthday to Cristiano Ronaldo who turns 4️⃣0️⃣

33 club trophies, including 5 Champions Leagues
1 EURO’s and 1 Nations League,
5 Ballon d’Or

⚽️ Most men's international goals
⚽️ Most European Championship goals
⚽️ Real Madrid all time top scorer
⚽️ UEFA Champions League top scorer
⚽️ Top scorer in football history

🎖 The First and only man to win the League Title, FA Cup and Top Scorer award in England, Spain and Italy.

The G.O.A.T

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CopiedI- Igbo History- Igbo Commu!nities Renam!ed by the Br?itish During the Col!onial Era.
Igbo History
During the colonial era, several Ig!bo commu!nities had their names changed by the British due to diffic!ulties in pronou?ncing the original names. Below are some of these communities and their orig!inal names:

Owerri – Original Name: Owe Ere
Orlu – Original Name: Ọlụ
Awkuzu – Original Name: Ọkụ Ụzọ Achagbunam
Okigwe – Original Name: Oka Igwe
Enugu – Original Name: Enu Ugwu (meaning “mountain town”)
Okpala – Original Name: Ọkpụ Ala Ngwa

Port Harcourt – Original Name: Igwe Ọcha
Opobo – Original Name: Igwe Nga
Bonny – Original Name: Uban
Oyigbo – Original Name: Obi Igb
Abakaliki – Original Name: Abakeleke
Mbaise – Original Names: Agbaaja, Ahiara, Ekwerazu, Oke Ovoro, Ezinihite
Initially, these were five inde!pendent villages, but the Bri!tish combined them into one comm!unity, “Mbaise,” despite their di!stinct cultural iden!tities.

Asaba – Original Name: Ahaba
Onitsha – Original Name: Onicha
Ibusa – Original Name: Igbo Ụzọ
Ogwashi – Original Name: Ọgwa Ahi

This comm!unity traces its orig!ins to the anci!ent Nri Kingdom.

Awka – Original Name: Oka
Awkunanaw – Original Name: Okunnano
Amawbia – Original Name: Amaobia
Umuahia – Original Name: Ọma Ahịa

These name changes reflect the impact of British coloniz!ation on Igbo communities, as the coloni!zers often altered indigenous names to fit their own lingui!stic prefer!ences, erasing elements of the local heritage in the process. Igbo history