Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. -Jane Austen

“What Do Men Even Enjoy in Marriage?” — Man’s Bold Question During Church Program Sparks Surprising Response from Congregation

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Bimbo Oshin, a popular Yoruba Nollywood actress, met her late husband, Dudu Heritage, whose real name was Ola Ibironke, many years ago in the Nigerian entertainment circle. Dudu Heritage was a well-known music promoter and socialite, especially active in the U.S. and Nigeria. Their paths crossed during industry events and social gatherings, and from there, they grew close. Their relationship blossomed and led to marriage, though they mostly kept their family life private.

They were blessed with children together, including a daughter. Bimbo Oshin always spoke fondly of her husband, often referring to him as a great support system and a loving father.

Sadly, Dudu Heritage d!ed suddenly on Sunday, September 12, 2021. He reportedly slumped and passed away, which shocked many in the entertainment industry and left Bimbo devastated. His d£ath came unexpectedly and was a major blow to her and the family.

Since the passing of her husband, Bimbo Oshin has focused on her children and career. As of now, there’s no confirmed report that she has remarried or is dating anyone publicly. She continues to keep her personal life away from public drama and focuses on living quietly while maintaining her relevance in Nollywood.
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*From House Help To Hospital Hero*

1998. Victoria Island, Lagos.

My name is Chinaza, and I grew up in a mansion. Marble floors. Private drivers. Nannies. My father was a respected surgeon.
My mother ran a fashion boutique in Lekki.

We had everything….Except empathy.

Right outside our back kitchen was a tiny servant’s quarters — where our gate man, Papa Sunday, lived with his wife and son.

His son’s name?

Ebuka.

He was quiet.
Always barefoot.
Always polite.

He’d sweep the compound, wash my father’s car, then disappear behind the small zinc wall that divided our world from his.

My mother hated him.

> “Tell him not to sit on our veranda. He smells like hardship.”

I never understood it.

Because every time I saw him, he was helping someone.
Carrying groceries.
Fetching water.
Smiling with gratitude.

But I never really noticed Ebuka — not until that Saturday.

2002.

I was 17.
He was 19.

I was sitting outside reading a novel when I suddenly started gasping. My throat tightened. I couldn’t breathe.

I was having an asthma attack — my worst ever.

I fell to the floor.

Everyone was screaming.

And then… Ebuka ran in.

Carried me on his back.
Rushed me into the car.
Drove me — with no license — to the nearest hospital.

I survived.

That night, my father yelled at him:

> “How dare you take my car? Are you mad?”

Ebuka bowed his head and said:

> “I’m sorry sir. But she would’ve died.”

My mother slapped him.

I watched silently.

The next week, his father was fired.

They packed in the night.

No goodbyes.

No forwarding address.

Just silence.

20 years passed.

I became a banker. Moved to Port Harcourt.
Married. Had one child.

But life happened.

My marriage collapsed. I lost my job. Developed fibroids. Struggled with depression.

I returned to Lagos — not to a mansion — but to my mother’s old house. She had passed. The place was dusty and hollow.

I decided to do surgery for the fibroids.

Everyone recommended one place:

> “Hopewell Specialist Clinic.”

They said the CEO was a mystery. Young. Brilliant. Private.

I booked the procedure.

The nurse asked:

> “Would you like to meet the consultant before your surgery?”

I said yes.

The door opened…

And Ebuka walked in.

But not in rags. Not in slippers. In a fitted suit. Clean shoes. A golden lapel pin with the initials: E.A.O. — Ebuka Anozie Okafor.

He stopped. Stared at me.

> “Chinaza?”

I covered my mouth.

> “Ebuka?”

We both froze. Years of silence collapsed in seconds.

He sat down.

Tears filled my eyes.

> “I thought you disappeared.”

He smiled.

> “I didn’t disappear. I just… built.”

He told me his story.

After they were fired, they moved to a church compound in Mushin.

He continued washing cars. Then started teaching neighbourhood kids math.

A pastor’s wife noticed him. Paid his WAEC fees. He passed.

Won a scholarship to UNN. Studied Medicine. Graduated top of his class.

Won another scholarship — to study in South Africa.

Then returned.

Opened his clinic in Ajah with ₦50,000 and one mattress.

Now?

He owns four clinics. Employs over 120 medical staff.

I wept.

> “You saved me again.”

He smiled.

> “This time, I have a license.”

After the surgery, he refused to charge me.

I insisted.

He said:

> “You once gave me books when everyone else gave me insults.”

I didn’t remember.

But he did.

He said:

> “You gave me your old copy of ‘Purple Hibiscus’ and said, ‘Your brain is too big to waste sweeping.’ That sentence stayed with me forever.”

Today, we are friends. Real friends.

He sponsors my NGO for underprivileged women.

And last month, at a business conference, someone asked him:

> “Who inspired you the most?”

He pointed at me.

> “The girl who gave me a book instead of a broom.”

From gate boy…
To gate opener.

From house help…
To hospital hero.

From insulted…
To influential.

Sometimes, the people the world throws away… Are the ones God raises to save those who once looked down on them.

*by Rosyworld CRN*

Marriage advisor

Love is Not a Feeling
Love is not a feeling - but love produces feelings. You don’t fall in love - you choose to love. Love is a decision, a covenant of hearts. Feelings fade and shift, but true love stands firm.
Love is a daily commitment - supporting despite the cost, forgiving even when it hurts. Offense is inevitable, but love does not keep score. It wipes the slate clean and chooses grace over grudges.
Love is patient when tempers flare, and kind when words could wound. It doesn’t shout or shame. Love listens with respect, speaks with tenderness, acts with humility. Love holds back anger and reaches out in peace.
Love never gives up - it trusts, hopes, and fights for the bond through every storm. Love stays when it’s hard, believes when it’s bleak, and keeps building when life feels broken. True love is resilient and relentless.
Love is not sex, though intimacy blossoms in loving marriages. Love is the soil where trust, tenderness, and passion grow. Love never fails. What fails is a false version of love - not love itself. Real love lasts forever.
Dr. K. N. Jacob

Mark Angel Comedy India wife just arrived Nigeria. Fans who thought the whole marriage saga was a prank are in shock after he posted a video captioned "Bringing my girl Home".

Many are wondering what might have caused him to leave a marriage where they dated for 5 years before marriage.

It now looks as if the length of courtship doesn't guarantee stability in a relationship; the man that will dump you will dump you, regardless.

Good morning God's beloved. Thank God we all saw the last day of June 2025. We shall all enter into the new month with the shout of the KING of kings in our camps in Jesus mighty name. The things you've lost are restored back to you. The things satan stole are returned back to you. Things will start happening around you on their own accord. Gang ups against you and your family are scattered by fire. No matter the battle you're fighting right now( the battle over your marriage, business, career, ministry, finances, your health or the health of your loved one etc ), God has taken over and the battle is over. Enjoy the victory Christ has won for you. Because of what you carry( Christ in you, the hope of glory ), they will look for you. The Impossible will become possible in your life and family in Jesus mighty name. None of your June blessings will be delayed. Receive 7hrs Miracles in Jesus mighty name. Today is your MIRACLE FILLED MONDAY.

Why Most High-powered and Very Rich Women Think Like Men.


Let’s stop lying: The average African woman is trained to be broke. Tidy house, sparkling clean floors, submissive wife, God-fearing, loyal, soft-spoken - yet dead broke, invisible, and dependent.

Meanwhile, the few women who rise? They’ve hacked the game by thinking like men. Look at this:

1. Clean Houses. Empty Accounts.

Most women are stuck in the kitchen. The boardroom is “for men” so they imply.
Young lady, don't spend your day in the kitchen unless you make money there. Can you imagine Oprah spending the day shining floors? Refuse to be relegated to the kitchen, your maid can do that. Wake up. Dust doesn’t pay rent.

2. You’re Taught to Be Liked, Not Feared

From childhood, you’re told: “Don’t be loud, don’t be too ambitious, just pray and wait.”
While the boys are taught to conquer, own, and dominate. That’s why your brother owns land and you’re still asking for airtime.

3. Women’s Groups Are Killing Dreams

Let’s talk facts. 90% of women’s WhatsApp groups are about groceries to share at the end of the year, birthdays, gossip, and event uniforms. Where are the real estate groups for and by women? Where’s the capital pooling?
Where’s the collective muscle? Sisterhood has been reduced to sugar and selfies.

4. Masculine Energy Builds Wealth

The richest women don’t cry when challenged. They don’t ask for permission.They fire lazy staff. They own property. They negotiate like killers. They’re feminine, but they move like men in the money game.

5. You’re Serving a Culture That Keeps You Poor

Your mother told you marriage is success.
Your pastor said submission is destiny.
Society said silence is golden. And now you’re 37, loyal and polite — but stuck, tired, and broke. Your friends have even resorted to shaking the available resources - nyash.

Real Talk:

Being a good woman won’t make you rich.
Being a dangerous woman will.

Africa doesn’t need more obedient wives. It needs financially ruthless women who’ve stopped asking for permission.

Be feared. Or be forgotten.👌🏽

One of the biggest mistakes I made in my marriage was letting other people, especially in-laws and family, have too much say. At first, it looked like they were only giving advice, but little by little, it became too much. I was always being compared and judged, and it started to feel like I didn’t belong in my own home... I ended up feeling like a stranger where I should have felt safe.

Fights that should have ended in private became talks for everyone. Every little problem was reported. Every decision had to be discussed with others. Slowly, the love we had changed into pain and pressure. Our marriage didn’t break just because of us—it broke because we let too many voices speak into our home.

Ladies, please learn from me. Don’t let others control your home. Set your rules early. Respect your partner and ask to be respected too. Keep your marriage private and safe. A marriage is for two people, not for the whole world. Don’t let others destroy the love you are trying to grow.

—Annie Macaulay

SAY NO TO FORCEFUL MARRIAGE

Aisha's eyes welled up with tears as her father, Mama's brother, and the elderly men of the village gathered in their living room. They spoke of her marriage to a man she'd never met, a man three times her age.

"But Baba, I don't want to marry him," Aisha pleaded.

Her father's stern expression silenced her. "It's arranged, Aisha. You'll obey."

The day of the wedding, Aisha's heart felt heavy. She thought of her dreams, her education, and her aspirations. As she exchanged vows with a stranger, she felt her soul suffocate.

After the ceremony, Aisha mustered courage. She shared her story with her mother, who revealed she'd suffered similarly. Together, they vowed to break the cycle for Aisha's younger sisters.

Aisha's journey was just beginning. With support from her mother and determination, she sought education, independence, and a voice. Though challenges persisted, she became a beacon of hope for others trapped in similar situations.

Her story sparked conversations, inspiring change and empowering young women to stand against forceful marriages. Aisha's courage transformed her life and the lives of those around her.
JB WORLD.

I gave birth last month, my mother come for omugwo,, so last week i have issue with my husband because he use to smoke Infront of my mother,, during the process he slapped me, so my mother confront him and ask him why he is beating me, immediately he pounce on my mother and gave him injury, the following morning my mother pack her bags and go,, then report the matter to my mother-in-law,, when my mother-in-law come yesterday and talk to him,, immediately they leave he started beating me saying that I'm using him to gossip,, that he will keel me and nobody will say anything,, this morning i pack and go to my sisters house, , he sent someone to tell me that if I don't come back before tomorrow morning that i should never set my foot in his house,,, , I don't know if to go back,, this is my first child,, my marriage is not up to 3 months,, my mother have been crying saying we are bringing disgrace to her because 3 of my elder sisters that are married have return to father's house,, if i go back to my father's house i will make them 4 please i need advice,,