DON’T MARRY JUST ANY WOMAN, MARRY A WOMAN WITH COMMON SENSE. 1. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that respect in marriage is mutual, not one-sided. 2. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that you are not an ATM machine, and providing for the family is a shared responsibility when necessary. 3. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that love is not just about what she can receive but also what she can give. 4. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that being a man does not mean you don’t have emotions and that your struggles and mental health matter too. 5. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that submission does not mean slavery, and partnership does not mean control. 6. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that when you are tired or stressed, she should also be willing to support, whether by cooking, making things easier, or simply being considerate. 7. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that intimacy is not a weapon for manipulation or punishment but an expression of love that should be mutual and consensual. 8. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that disagreements are normal but should be handled with maturity, not silent treatment, disrespect, or emotional manipulation. 9. Marry a woman who has sense enough to know that your dreams and aspirations matter just as much as hers and that marriage should be a place of support, not competition. 10. Marry a woman who loves your soul, not just your status, money, or what she can gain. Marry a woman who enjoys talking to you, not just demanding from you. May you not miss it in marriage

YOU DON’T HAVE A S*X PROBLEM — YOU HAVE A SELF-CONTROL PROBLEM It’s not about women… It’s about the war in your own mind Let’s settle this once and for all: S*x is not your enemy. Women are not your downfall. Your real problem is you can’t tell yourself “NO” — and mean it. You don’t have a lust problem. You don’t have a girlfriend problem. You have a discipline problem. And here’s how it’s destroying your life quietly — while you think it’s just “normal behavior”… 1. You chase women, but you don’t chase purpose. You know how to text her non-stop… But you can’t stay focused on your goals for 3 straight hours. You have energy for sweet words… But no energy for self-improvement, study, or money-making. That’s not a s*x issue. That’s weak self-leadership. 2. You can delay pleasure with money — but not with women. You’ll save up to buy a phone. You’ll wait 3 months to get a new sneaker. But you can’t even say “no” to your body when it starts calling. You’re financially wise… but sexually foolish. And that imbalance is killing your power. 3. You know it’s wrong — but you do it anyway. You feel guilty after sleeping with her. You regret it after you masturbate. You swear it won’t happen again… But two nights later, you’re back at it. That’s not just habit — that’s a lack of control. 4. You’re ruled by urges, not purpose. You wake up with ideas… But by noon, you’re back in her DMs. You had plans… But her body made you forget all of them. You can’t dominate the world if you can’t even dominate yourself. 5. You call it love — but you’re just addicted to lust. You don’t love her. You love what she makes you feel. You love the ego boost. The fantasy. The temporary escape. And because you can’t detach, You stay stuck in toxic cycles that waste your time and kill your growth. 6. You ask God for help — but you never say no to temptation. You pray. You cry. You fast. But when she texts “come over,” You forget all your anointing. It’s not about prayers — it’s about principle. Until you discipline your body, you’ll keep falling in the same trap. 7. Your energy is leaking through your cravings. Every time you chase s*x instead of your calling, You give away your power, your time, your strength. And it’s why your dreams feel dry. Because you keep watering women, not your goals. 8. You can't sit in silence without craving pleasure. You get bored, you want s*x. You get stressed, you want s*x. You get lonely, you want s*x. You’ve made s*x your medicine — and now you’re hooked. You don’t need more s*x. You need more purpose. 9. You train your brain to give up easily. Every climax without discipline tells your mind: “Instant reward is better than long-term success.” So you stop grinding. You stop building. You start cutting corners. All because you trained yourself to quit when things get hard — and chase what feels easy. 10. You’re not addicted to her — you’re addicted to escaping yourself. S*x is your way of avoiding the uncomfortable truth: That you’re not where you want to be in life… So you hide in a woman’s body instead of fixing your own journey. Bro, hear this clearly: You don’t need more women. You don’t need another round. You don’t need late-night texts or temporary highs. You need control. You need mastery. You need silence, structure, and standards. Because a man who can’t say no to his urges Will say yes to every distraction — and miss his destiny. Danny CEO

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. “I’ll start right away…📖 Read the continuation in the comments ⬇️

SHE HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE THEN THIS HAPPENED …… Episode 2✅ And then she saw two bold pink lines. Positive. Joy froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She was pregnant. She pressed a hand to her stomach trying to make sense of it. A life was growing inside her. Lawrence Johnson's child. Tears welled in her eyes. What was she going to do? For the next few days, Joy couldn't sleep. Her mind kept racing with one question. Should she tell him? She didn't even have his phone number. The only way to reach him was through his company, Johnson Group. After struggling with the decision, she finally gathered the courage to go to his office. The Johnson Group building in Leosville was a towering glass structure that seemed to touch the sky. Inside, everything was sleek and polished, filled with expensive suits and the sound of heels clicking on marble floors. Joy felt small. She approached the front desk, her hands clenched into fists. I need to see Mr. Lawrence Johnson, she said trying to keep her voice steady. The receptionist, a tall woman with a tight bun and an even tighter expression, gave her a disbelieving look. Do you have an appointment? Joy hesitated. No, but it's important. Please, I just need a few minutes. The receptionist sighed loudly, tapping on her keyboard. Mr. Johnson doesn't meet people without an appointment. If you'd like to book one, the earliest available date is three months from now. Joy's heart sank. Three months? By then, she would already be showing. There's no way to see him sooner? She asked, desperate. The woman gave her a sharp look. Ma'am, Mr. Johnson is not someone you can just walk in and see. If you don't have an appointment, I suggest you leave. Joy stared at her, feeling a lump form in her throat. So this was how it was. She had been nothing to him that night, and now she couldn't even get five minutes of his time. She turned away slowly, feeling defeated. But as she reached the door, another thought hit her. Even if she did manage to tell Lawrence, what would he think? That she was trying to trap him. That she wanted his money. Joy's stomach twisted. She had already seen what he thought of women like her. He left her money on the nightstand like she was a prostitute. He would never believe she wasn't trying to use this pregnancy against him. And honestly, she didn't want anything from him. She didn't need his money. She didn't need his name. She would raise this baby on her own. Taking a deep breath, Joy walked out of Johnson Group, her decision made. She would never reach out to him again. He would never know about this child. She would be both mother and father. She didn't need him. She never had. And so, Joy disappeared from Lawrence's world, taking their child with her. After much thought joy had to resign from her work inorder to take care of herself and her unborn son . It was a really tough moment for her as she didn’t have any single money to even feed . At a time she considered committing an Abortion but her conscience wouldn’t let her The only person she could confined in was her old mother who accepted her whole heartedly and tried to ease the burden from her shoulders . Her mother despite her old age still took extreme care of her daughter and her unborn child . Joy and her mother would normally sit outside under the mango tree every evening to gist and talk about past events of the day but one day joy decided to bring up the idea of aborting the child her mother looked at her sternly ,Joy ,joy joy how many times did I call you Don’t make the mistake of terminating the blessing that God had sent you After saying this she stood up and went into her room to sleep leaving joy thinking to herself . She finally concluded within her not to terminate the child as it could be what God has destined . One day as joy was sweeping the front yard of their hut ,she started to feel a sharp pain at her abdomen region , she screamed in pain as her mother rushed out Her mother quickly called some men to help her and they rushed joy to the nearest hospital Push !! Push !!, The doctors voice was heard from the labour room Her mother just sat in the waiting room praying silently to herself 30 minutes later the doctor came out with a wide smile on his face He looked at joy’s mother and said happily Congratulations mama ,your daughter has just given birth to a bouncing baby boy Joy’s mother had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she rushed in to see her daughter smiling at her while holding her son She couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged her daughter graciously Mama ,Joy called out ,meet Noah your grandson who is going to wipe both your tears and mine away . FIVE YEARS LATER The streets of Leosville bustled with life, filled with the sound of honking cars, people bargaining in open-air markets, and the distant hum of construction sites. The city had grown, just as Noah had. At just five years old, Noah Daniels was a ball of energy. His bright eyes shone with curiosity and his laughter was contagious. He was the reason Joy Daniels kept pushing forward every single day. She had worked hard over the years, climbing her way up in the interior design industry. Though she didn't have her own company yet, she had made a name for herself. Clients admired her work, and she was proud that she had built a stable life for Noah without anyone's help. She didn't need Lawrence Johnson. She had erased him from her life. But fate had other plans. It was a warm afternoon, and Joy had promised Noah a trip to Royal Crest Mall, one of the most luxurious shopping centres in Leosville. The mall was owned by none other than Johnson Group. But Joy didn't think much of that. She had long stopped worrying about Lawrence crossing paths with her. He probably wouldn't even remember her, so what were the chances? Noah ran ahead excitedly, tugging on Joy's hand as they passed through the mall's food court. Mommy, can I have ice cream? he asked, his big brown eyes filled with hope. Joy smiled. Okay, okay. Just one scoop. She led him to a small ice cream stand, waiting as the vendors scooped vanilla into a cup. Noah grinned, happily digging in as they continued walking. It was supposed to be just another normal day. Until she heard a voice. A voice that made her entire body freeze. Across the mall, standing in front of a row of luxury stores, Lawrence Johnson stood with a men in suits. He was doing his routine property inspection, something he rarely had time for, but today he had decided to visit the mall personally with his management staff. As he listened to his assistant discuss sales figures, his gaze casually swept across the food court. And then he saw the child. A small boy. Dark curly hair. A sharp jawline. A face that looked almost exactly like his own. Lawrence stopped breathing. The resemblance was too strong to ignore. His heart pounded as he watched the boy take a bite of his ice cream, laughing as his mother wiped a smudge off his cheek. And then, his eyes shifted to the woman holding the boy's hand. Something flickered in his mind, a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. Where had he seen her before? Who was she? And why did her son look exactly like him? Before he knew what he was doing, Lawrence started walking toward them. Joy was laughing at something Noah had said when she felt a presence behind her. A dark, powerful presence. She turned, and her heart dropped. TBC…. Please let’s endeavour to react 🤲❤️

You asked him N7,000, and your dad told you he will give you in the morning before he leaves for work. This was after he had thoroughly scrutinized what you needed the money for, all the questions he asked were already making you angry. Throughout the night your dad couldn't sleep because he was thinking as to why he must sacrifice his last N7,000 for you In the morning he calls you into his room and gives you N6,000 instead of N7,000 You were not happy and squeezed your face in discontent, and reluctantly said thank you after complaining that it was not all you requested Your mum after seeing this does not utter a word but meets you in your room where your dad is not present and gives you N1,000 from her own money and say "DON'T MIND HIM" add this to meet your needs. You began to smile and quickly run to Facebook, Instagram, and Whatsapp to write. I have the best mom in the world 🌍, I love you mom Now your dad has gone out with just N500 in his pocket with no fuel in his car. Because of you he used public transport that day to work. He gives your mum N500 to enable her handle emergency while he is away. At work, he worked overtime. After closing late, everyone of you keeps saying "daddy is never always around except mum". Your good dad will never allow you to see how much he suffers for the family because he is a MAN Always try to appreciate your dad your husband and brothers. It's not easy at all. They go through a lot to provide Food, shelter and so on for the family. You won't know how much a male gender suffers just to provide the little you downgrade, some have to starve themselves just for you. May God Almighty bless our FATHERS in what ever thing they find themselves doing AMEN ?

She Chose the Man Nobody Wanted, But What She Discovered Will Shock You In the dusty little village of Akur Ruba, people never forget how they laughed the day Ada married Ema—the man nobody wanted. Ema was the village’s poorest farmer. His house had cracked walls, a leaking roof, and no future—at least, that's what everyone believed. He owned nothing but a rusted hoe and dreams that barely kept him alive. Even the poorest in the village pitied his family. He was raised by his aging grandparents, Grandpa and Grandma Obi, and despite their poverty, Grandpa Obi carried a cheerful spirit and a belief that one day, Ema would shine. “Son,” he always said, “there’s more hope in a living dog than a dead lion. Just keep your hands clean and keep working.” But no matter how hard Ema worked, no lady wanted him. They mocked him. Laughed in his face. “Can you even afford my bride price?” one lady sneered. “Maybe sell your father's old bicycle first!” another laughed. He bore it all—until one day, fate intervened. Ema met Ada, a quiet orphan from a nearby village, who had nothing to her name but an old, squeaky sewing machine and a tiny patch of land. No family. No support. Just raw strength and humility. Like Ema, she had also known hunger, rejection, and pain. They connected instantly—two broken souls, stitched together by survival and simplicity. One day, under the shade of an old mango tree, Ema asked, “Will you marry me?” She smiled, wiping tears from her eyes. “Yes, but I have no parents. Just an elderly couple who treat me like their daughter. They can stand for me.” And so, with borrowed clothes and empty pockets, they did a low-key traditional wedding. No music. No food. No glamour. Just love. The village laughed louder than ever. “Poverty married poverty!” “Perfect match! At least now they can starve together!” But they didn’t care. They went to the farm together. Ate from the same plate. Shared stories, laughter, and hope. What others saw as disgrace, they lived as joy. Then, everything changed. One sunny afternoon, Ema was clearing a part of his farm when he came upon a stubborn tree with roots as deep as his struggles. He tried to uproot it, but something told him, “Keep digging.” And he did. He dug and dug—his fingers bleeding, sweat dripping—until he saw something shiny lodged in the dirt. He reached in… It was a massive diamond. Heart pounding, he wrapped it up and ran home. His grandfather's eyes widened. “Do you know what this is, son? This… this is a miracle.” The next morning, they traveled to the city to meet Grandpa’s old friend—a trustworthy goldsmith. After examining the stone, the man looked up and whispered, “This isn’t just a diamond. It’s one of the rarest and most valuable stones I’ve ever seen.” That day, everything changed. They sold the diamond and used the money wisely—investing, building, helping others. Ema and Ada became the wealthiest couple in the entire region. And those who once mocked? They watched in silence as Ema built a mansion right where their cracked house once stood. He bought his grandfather a brand new car to replace the rusted bicycle. He set up a fashion institute for Ada, who trained and empowered other orphan girls. One of the same women who had once laughed at Ema now came to Ada for a job. Ada simply smiled and said, “Life can change. Be kind to everyone. You never know where they’ll be tomorrow.” Ema—the man nobody wanted—became the man everyone wished they had chosen. So the next time you want to laugh at someone’s beginning, remember: 🌟 God writes the most beautiful stories from the roughest pages. FOLLOW UP TO BE NOTIFIED IMMEDIATELY I POST THE NEXT PART 👉👉Amazing Memer

CHARLES PONZI. Any day you hear of "Ponzi scheme", just remember it was named after the Italian-born con artist Charles Ponzi. This was as far back as the 1920s. Also, anytime you hear of robbing Peter to pay Paul, remember it is the working style of any Ponzi scheme. If they promise you a 50% return on any amount you invest, if they ever pay you, just know that it is the money of a later investor that was used to pay you. If you invest in a Ponzi scheme and expect a return with interest, what you are indirectly implying is that you are waiting for when they will take the money of another to pay you. The problem here is that you do not want to know how the next person to whom his or her money was used to pay you will also be paid. For every Ponzi, those who organized it and their so-called victims are the same, only that they operate in different degrees. They are all self-centred, hungry for quick and easy money and they are fueled by greed. We can argue that some people are not very educated and may not know that it is a Ponzi. But I say, if you invest 1 million naira with the belief to get double of it in two weeks or invest 100k and get 200k in one week and you are excited instead of being suspicious, then, it is not education that is the problem, it is your crude greed manifesting itself because even educated people fall for it. So, I do not feel for anyone who has lost money in any Ponzi. You have the craze for quick money which they will get from other people to give you. The one who scammed you also has the craze for quick money which he will get from you and other people. Both of you are the same. One just outsmarted the other. Aside from all these, there is a lesson for all of us. One thing that drives the Ponzi scheme is testimony. It is the same thing they say in religious parlance: prophecy with instant solution. It is that sort of testimony that removes hard work from you and still promises that you will reap big. All they need is for some people to go out and tell others that "e dey work". This testimony will lure others to come and invest. Then, when you come, they will be kind enough to pay you so that you will go out and testify that "it worked for me." This is how they keep expanding until they are ready to also take your own money. Friends, there are some testimonies that should not move you. Once they are devoid of hard work and simple reasoning, avoid them. I know we mostly do things or buy things from reviews or testimonies of others, but some testimonies are just meant to test you with money. This is why only greedy people fall big for any Ponzi scheme because they easily allow money to test them. Happy Easter #copied

-as copied- This is the list of Ponzi schemes that have made away with Nigerians’ money so far. MMM Nigeria – 2016 Ultimate Cycler – 2016 Get Help Worldwide (GHW) – 2016 Twinkas – 2016 Icharity Club – 2016 Crowd Rising – 2016 Claritta – 2016 Help2Get – 2016 Loopers Club – 2016 Givers Forum – 2016 NNN Nigeria – 2017 MMM Cooperation – 2017 GCCH (Global Crediting Cooperative Hub) – 2017 Money Riot – 2017 RevoMoney – 2017 SwissGolden (Nigeria version) – 2017 NNU (Nigeria News Update) – 2017 Peer2Peer Donation – 2017 Twinkas Reloaded – 2017 Donation Hub – 2017 MyBonus – 2017 ZarFund – 2017 Bitclub Advantage – 2018 Million Money – 2018 Helping Hands International – 2018 DGSOUK – 2018 Pennywise – 2018 Loom – 2019 Crowd1 – 2019 Lion’s Share – 2020 InksNation – 2020 Baraza Multipurpose Cooperative – 2020 Racksterli – 2020 86FB (aka 86Z) – 2021 Eagle Cooperative – 2021 Royal Q (Nigerian scam version) – 2021 FINAFRICA – 2021 Ovaioza Farm Produce Storage – 2022 QNet (Nigeria) – 2022 Afriq Arbitrage System (AAS) – 2022 MBA Forex – 2022 Chinmark Group – 2022 Inksledger – 2022 Axim Exchange – 2022 Compoundly – 2024 CALA (Cala Finance) – 2023 6Dollars Investment – 2023 Sidra Investment (cloned scam version) – 2024 WealthBuddy – 2024 BitFinance Global – 2025 CBEX-2025 WWCOIN - 2025 MTS - 2025 -additional FCB 2024 Elixir Money wealth Cheersway Success point Real and cool Real freedom Pinkoin Wealth evolution Aramco MLL River ranch WHA SRA Cheerways Anchor Omegapro Damatop Add yours

Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date 💔 Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought… After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope. Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking: “Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.” But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet. Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage. Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired. Until one quiet evening… he met Ada. They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other. “Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?” “You looked like someone who might need a snack.” She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes. They talked for hours. Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened. “Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.” For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh. Ada laughed too. It felt… easy. Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book. “I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.” Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies. That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper. He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot. The next day, he called. They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks. Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly. Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people. Jonathan wanted to believe it. Weeks passed. Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked. Ada turned to him, suddenly serious. “Can I ask you something weird?” “Of course.” “If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?” “Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully. “Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.” Jonathan’s heart almost stopped. Could she be the one? But just as he began to hope… Norah called. “Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.” “What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused. “I think… she knows who you really are.”

At the End na Woman go chop the Money, GOD please Bless Mens hustle 🙏🙏🙏🙏♥️

Juliet Okonkwo (E-money's wife) remembers that “When we started dating, my friends were surprised that I sidestepped all the rich guys in Lekki, where I was resident for a man who lived in Ajegunle, but I was not bothered. I looked forward to getting a good job upon my graduation from the University. He didn't even have enough money to take us back to Lagos after our traditional marriage. KCee was the one who lent me N20,000. I used it to pay our fare in Lagos.”..........Me:For those waiting for a Man to make it in life before you marry him listen!Men don't fall in Love after making money.

School Principal Took On Night Shifts At Walmart To Earn Money & Help Students Facing Financial Difficulties. Henry Darby, the principal of North Charleston High School in South Carolina, took on overnight shifts at Walmart to support his students facing financial hardships. From 10 p.m. to 7 a.m., he stocked shelves three nights a week, dedicating his earnings to assist students with essentials like food and housing. His selfless act garnered widespread attention, leading to a $50,000 donation from Walmart and over $195,000 raised through crowdfunding. In recognition of his dedication, he was awarded South Carolina’s highest civilian honor, the Order of the Palmetto.