Worst mistake man/woman will make The worst mistake you can make as a man is to choose a random woman to become your wife. When you’ve worked hard, earned money, and become financially stable, it’s time to think carefully about the woman you choose as your life partner. Remember, you should look for a wife who loves you, one who can nurture your children, and take care of both you and your family. Marry a woman who genuinely desires to be a loving wife and a caring mother, not just a random woman you meet on the streets. Men, when searching for a wife, you should look for someone who can: Cook for the family Handle household chores Is not greedy Respects you Loves children Is religious Embraces traditional values Isn’t a feminist Doesn’t have a complicated past These qualities are vital, and even if the woman doesn't have a job, that’s okay. Her primary job should be to take care of the family. Men, how can you consider picking someone from a club to be your wife? How can you choose a woman who drinks alcohol to be your partner, bro? Trust me, you won’t be able to change her, and you’ll regret marrying her. If you want a happy family, avoid women who frequent clubs, party, and drink alcohol. Remember, you are looking for a mother who can take care of your children and nurture them. Your future wife shouldn’t be someone who drinks every weekend. It’s essential to avoid the places where alcohol is the center of attention when searching for a life partner. Marrying a woman you met at a club will only lead to divorce, unhappiness, and regret. You can’t turn a woman you met at the club into a housewife. The only thing she truly cares about is attention from other men. She doesn’t belong in your kitchen—she belongs to the streets.

Obi Cubana, E-money, Kanayo O. Kanayo, Zenco, Kcee, and White Money from Big Brother Naija, along with other prominent figures from the Niger Delta region and beyond, made a stunning appearance at the highly anticipated 2025 edition of the Amaseikumor festival.

MEN SLEEP WITH WOMEN FOR THE EXPERIENCE. WOMEN SLEEP WITH MEN FOR A CONNECTION. That’s Why One Leaves Smiling, The Other Leaves Crying...✍🏽 This generation is so sexually active, yet so emotionally broken. Let’s stop pretending — sex has never meant the same thing to men and women. 1. Men chase sex for variety. Women give sex for meaning. Men don’t need a reason. They just need an opportunity. They’ll sleep with you because you're tall, short, thick, slim, or just available. No emotions, no intentions, no plans. But women? They give their bodies with a reason in mind: love, trust, bonding, or belief that “this might lead somewhere.” That’s why after sex, the man rolls over and forgets your name. But you lie there, wondering what the two of you are now. 2. For men, the goal is sex. For women, sex is a door to more. A man can spend money, take you out, buy you gifts — not because he loves you, but because he sees it as “payment for access.” After he sleeps with you, he walks away feeling like the transaction is complete. You, on the other hand, start to wonder why he changed. It’s not wickedness. That’s just how most men operate — sex first, emotion nowhere. 3. Women still believe in love. But most men today are running games. A man will say anything just to get you: “You’re special.” “I’ve never met someone like you.” “You’re my peace.” “You’re wife material.” And once you fall and give him sex, the game ends. He runs. Not because you're bad — but because his lies are about to expire. A man who tells the truth and stays? He’s rare. But if he disappears after sleeping with you, it’s because he came with a plan to escape. 4. Women feel sex. Men just release it. When a woman sleeps with a man, her brain releases oxytocin, the bonding hormone. Her heart attaches. Her soul connects. Her mind starts planning a future. Meanwhile, the man is just waiting to put on his boxers and leave. No emotions. No connection. Just “mission accomplished.” 5. Women are wired to nurture. So they give too much. Give a woman love, she multiplies it. Give her a house, she makes it a home. Give her a man — even a broken one — and she’ll pour her life into fixing him. But give her heartbreak? She’ll carry that pain for years. That’s why a woman will cry over a man that didn’t even care. Because she wasn’t just having sex — she was giving her all. 6. For a woman, sex is submission. She doesn’t just say yes on the bed. She’s already said yes in her heart, in her thoughts, in her spirit. She shaved. She dressed nice. She came prepared. And when it happens, she gives you not just her body — but her trust. You didn’t seduce her. She convinced herself. And that’s why she’s shattered when you ghost her. 7. Women use sex to bond. Men use sex to sample. After sex, a woman assumes something deep just happened. She assumes you felt it too. But you? You’re already texting someone else. She thinks you shared energy. You just wanted variety. That’s why she’s hurt. Not because the sex was bad, but because she thought it meant more. 8. Women attach life to sex. Men don’t. She moans like she’s surrendering her soul because in that moment, she is. You’re killing her softly — and she’s saying, “Don’t stop,” because she’s fully invested. She’s not acting. She’s bonding. But you? You’re just performing. For you, it’s a workout. For her, it’s worship. 9. Women respect the man who gives them orgasms. You might think sperm is just liquid, but for many women, the man who makes them climax owns a piece of their memory. That’s why many marriages collapse — the woman was never emotionally tied to her husband. But the man who made her cum? She still dreams about him. And sadly, most men don’t even know how to make their own wives feel anything. 10. Women think of the consequences. Men only think of the moment. Before you even finish round one, she’s already calculating pregnancy, shame, her reputation, and what her future holds. You? You’re just looking for water to drink and maybe some jollof rice. She thought it was baby-making love. You thought it was chicken-eating fun. That’s the tragedy. AND THE SAD TRUTH: This generation now trades sex for data, iPhones, shawarma, birthday gifts, and hair. Girls sleep with men they don’t even like — just to upgrade their lifestyle. And in the process, they’ve turned their emotions into ashes. Now love is dead. Trust is rare. And true relationships are harder to find than a loyal politician. ADVICE TO THIS GENERATION: Don’t treat sex like chewing gum. Don’t give your body just because he spent small money. Don’t give your love just because she called you “handsome.” Sex is not a game. It’s power. It’s trust. It’s energy. Save it. Value it. Respect it. May the enjoyment of today not become the regret of tomorrow. #highlightseveryonefollowers2025highlightseveryonefollowers2025

The daughter was slowly fading away, and the doctors were powerless. Then, one day, a young thief sneaked into her hospital room through the window. Valentin carefully parked his car in the only available spot near the children's hospital. As if by fate, it was particularly crowded today—cars had filled all the available parking spaces. Every day, he came here as if it were his job: finishing up his work, stopping by his favorite café for a cup of coffee, and rushing to his daughter to spend at least a little time with her. She had been in the clinic for several months. What exactly was happening with the child, the doctors still couldn't explain. Valentin had shown her to the best specialists, but they kept repeating the same thing: the brain operates on its own, controlling everything else. This drove Valentin crazy. "You're just hiding your helplessness behind these complicated terms!" he finally snapped. The doctors just shrugged, lowering their eyes. "This is the result of colossal stress. The brain creates barriers that we cannot control," one of the doctors tried to explain. "I don't understand anything! My daughter is fading before my eyes, and you're telling me she can't be cured?! I have money, I'll give everything! For Michelle, I'll give my last!" "Money is powerless here," the doctor sighed softly. "Then what will help? Tell me! I'll find it, I'll buy it!" "It's impossible to buy... Honestly, I don’t even know how to explain it... Something special has to happen. Or, on the contrary, something must not happen, for the body... the brain... to be able to reset itself." "What are you saying?! Should I go to a healer or something?" Valentin exploded. The elderly doctor looked at him carefully. "You know, if you decide to, I won’t even try to stop you. I'll repeat: conventional methods are powerless here. We can only ensure peace, positive emotions... and support the body with medication. And here's something I'll tell you," the doctor lowered his voice, "If I were you, I would leave my daughter in the hospital. She’s been brought in by ambulance twice already. Do you understand? When she falls into that state, by the time we get her here, there's a risk we won't make it in time. But here, under constant supervision, that won’t happen." Valentin grabbed his head. He was terrified of losing his wife, feeling that it could happen at any moment, and he couldn't imagine how he would survive her passing. Michelle adored her mother, and he... worshiped both of them. Now, he had to forget his own grief and focus on saving his daughter, also named Michelle. To his surprise, the girl calmly accepted that she would have to stay in the hospital for a long time. She stroked her father’s cheek and quietly said: "Dad, don't worry so much. I won’t cry, and you’ll be able to work peacefully, instead of sitting at home with me all the time." Valentin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His eight-year-old daughter spoke as if she were an adult. "Hold her! Man!" Suddenly, a shout rang out. Valentin flinched and looked toward the noise. A girl was running toward the hospital, gasping for breath, with a puffing security guard from the store chasing her. It seemed she had stolen something. As she ran past Valentin’s car, she cast a fearful glance at him. "My God... even a bun, you couldn't spare the child?" he muttered, getting out of the car just as the security guard was approaching. "Stop! Why are you shouting?" "I’ll deal with you now! Get out of the way!" Only now did the security guard notice Valentin and his car. "I need to catch her! She stole..." 📖 To be continued...

Wow 😮❗❗ 23 years old Nigerian tiktoker Jadrolita has bought a new house for herself worth over 200 millions Naira without opening her legs to sugar daddy. The tiktoker shared the video of the New house on social media and according to her " it's a dream come through". For jadrolita to buy a new house worth over 200 millions Naira without a sugar daddy like other actresses, it goes to show that there's money on tiktok livestreams. Big congratulations to her 🎉

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“ If Giving money is a proof of Love , Why don’t men receive some from women “ Tiwa “ Women keep saying a man who loves you will give you money and take good care of you to look good for him . Did you as a woman invest in a man to look good ? Young men should stop carrying certain burdens and make their life better first . It’s not a bad thing to give a woman money but if money becomes what you use to prove love then they are using you “ Tiwa #Africa_Today

When my ex-wife demanded that the money I saved for our late son be given to her stepson, I thought grief had dulled my hearing. But as I sat across from her and her smug husband, their audacity crystal clear, I realized this wasn't just about money — it was about defending my son's legacy. I sat on Peter's bed, and the room was too quiet now. His things were everywhere. Books, medals, and a half-finished sketch he'd left on the desk. Peter loved to draw when he wasn't busy reading or figuring out some complicated problem that made my head spin. "You were too smart for me, kid," I muttered, picking up a photo frame from his nightstand. He had that crooked grin, the one he'd flash whenever he thought he was outsmarting me. He usually was. This picture was taken just before my smart boy got into Yale. I still couldn't believe it sometimes. But he never got to go. The drunk driver made sure of that. I rubbed my temples and sighed. The grief hit me in waves, like it had since November. Some days, I could almost function. Other days, like today, it swallowed me whole. The knock on the door brought me back. Susan. She'd left a voicemail earlier. "We need to talk about Peter's fund," she'd said. Her voice was sweet but always too practiced, too fake. I didn't call back. But now, here she was. I opened the door. She was dressed sharp as always, but her eyes were cold. "Can I come in?" Susan asked, stepping past me before I could answer. I sighed and motioned toward the living room. "Make it quick." She sat down, making herself at home. "Look," she said, her tone was casual, like this was no big deal. "We know Peter had a college fund." I immediately knew where this was going. "You're kidding, right?" Susan leaned forward, smirking. "Think about it. The money's just sitting there. Why not put it to good use? Ryan could benefit." "That money was for Peter," I snapped. My voice rose before I could stop it. "It's not for your stepson." Susan gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. "Don't be like this. Ryan is family, too." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Family? Peter barely knew him. You barely knew Peter." Her face reddened, but she didn't deny it. "Let's meet for coffee tomorrow and discuss it. You, Jerry, and I." That evening, the memory of that conversation lingered as I sat back down on Peter's bed. I looked around his room again, my heart aching. How did we get here? Peter had always been mine to raise. Susan left when he was 12. She didn't want the "responsibility," as she'd called it. "It's better for Peter this way," she'd said like she was doing us both a favor. For years, it was just me and Peter. He was my world, and I was his. I'd wake up early to make his lunch, help him with homework after school, and sit in the stands cheering at his games. Susan didn't bother. She'd send a card for his birthday, sometimes. No gifts, just a card with her name scrawled at the bottom. That's what made the one summer with Susan and Jerry so hard. Peter wanted to bond with them, even if I didn't trust it. But when he came back, he was different. Quieter. One night, I finally got him to talk. "They don't care about me, Dad," he'd said softly. "Jerry said I'm not his responsibility, so I ate cereal for dinner every night." I clenched my fists but didn't say anything. I didn't want to make it worse. But I never sent him back. Peter didn't mind, or at least he never showed it. He loved school, and he loved dreaming about the future. "One day, Dad," he'd say, "we're going to Belgium. We'll see the museums, the castles. And don't forget the beer monks!" "Beer monks?" I'd laugh. "You're a little young for that, aren't you?" "It's research," he'd reply with a grin. "Yale's going to love me." And they did. I remember the day the acceptance letter came. He opened it at the kitchen table, his hands shaking, and then he yelled so loud I thought the neighbors might call the cops. I'd never been prouder. Now, it was all gone. That night, I barely slept, preparing for the conversation with Susan. The next morning, I walked into the coffee shop, ... (continue reading in the 1st comment)

AS A MAN, YOU NEED TO KNOW THESE 1. Everyone has a voice but money is the volume. Work hard, have assets in your name as a man, acquire wealth. 2. At 25+, your circle should be discussing about open business, investing, fitness, escaping 8-5 jobs, self development and financial freedom. 3. Life is a ruthless battle, the earlier you sweat, the less you will bleed in this battle. The world is cruel, brutal, nasty and short. 4. Conquer your lust. This is a golden handshake with your future. 5. Very few people truly care about you. Society will leave you on the road to rot. Almost all of your friends will ditch you the moment your situation turning into something chaotic that lies beyond their expectations. 6. Hard times and moments will pass. It is always very dark just before dawn. Keep it cool and never lose your optimism. Don't loosen the grip. 7. Life is a MARATHON, not a sprint. Therefore, be patient, patience is not the ability to wait, its how you react while waiting. Be Consistent. Be Persistent. One day all those late nights and early mornings will pay off. 8. Nobody cares about you. Nobody owes you anything. Most will be Jealous when you Succeed. You’ll be Shocked at who Abandons you when you Fail. 9. Don't chase sex, food and entertainment. You will succumb to them and end up miserable and depressed. 10. Happiness and fun are a femicentric construct. They don't exist in the dictionary of MEN. Chase meaningful purpose NOT "happiness and fun". 11. If you meet a man talking to himself while gesticulating, Don't interfere, he is: - aligning his MISSION with his VISION, organizing his WISDOM to build his KINGDOM, chiselling his MINDSET to improve his SKILLET, tuning his SOUL with his GOAL. 12. Gambling is addictive and destructive. Don't accept to be a slave. 13. Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. 14. If you impregnate a woman, take responsibilities. You knew the consequences of raw sex. No matter your age, take responsibility. If you're not ready, use a condom. 15. The world will ask you who you are, and if you don't know, the world will tell you. 16. If you are sitting in a high table and have access to opportunities, help those who have capability but lack access to opportunity. We're all fighting the battle to success and the path can be rough and frustrating. Be a Pillar not an Obstacle. 17. Nobody cares about your pitfalls! The journey to GREATNESS is long, windy and rough. 18. Nobody cares about you. Nobody owes you anything. Most will be Jealous when you Succeed. You’ll be Shocked at who Abandons you when you Fail. 19. People WILL Let you down. Accept and Embrace these Maxims. Turn your Mind into a ruthless Weapon. 20. PROTECT yourself. No one will do it for you. It's on you. No one is coming to save you. 21. Time is non refundable, use it with intention 22. Have a vision. Starve your distractions, feed your focus. Set goals. Read every day. Live inspired 23. If you don't go after it, you won't have it 24. Make mistakes and pursue failure 25. Take mistakes as lessons Focus is the key 26. Study hard what interests you the most 27. Don't worry about what other people think. Don't pay attention to what others think of you. 28. Skills are more valuable than your grades 29. Excuses make today easy, but tomorrow harder. Discipline make today hard, but tomorrow easy. Choice is yours. 30. You cannot climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets. 31. Hungry stomach,an empty pocket and a broken heart can teach the best lessons of life. 32. If your mind is weak, your body and soul will suffer

As the passengers disembarked one by one, I remained the only person on the bus. The driver turned to face me, inquiring, "Aren't you getting off yet?" I replied, "No, sir, I'm headed to Gwagalada." He responded, "You'll need to take a different bus. Mine has reached its final destination." My heart skipped a beat as I panicked, thinking, "How will I get there now?" The money I had paid for the trip was all I had, and I couldn't afford another ticket. I pleaded with the driver, "Please, sir, help me. I don't have any more money." Just as I finished speaking, a male passenger who had disembarked earlier returned to the bus, warning me, "This is Nasarawa, the last stop on the route from Jala to Abuja. You won't find another bus, and it's raining. You're not familiar with this area, and it's not safe to stay here. Your priority should be finding shelter, not trying to get to Abuja." He suggested I accompany him, but I was hesitant. Despite our 13-hour conversation, he was still a stranger. He had kindly bought me food and a drink, but I wasn't comfortable going to his house. "I'll stay on the bus," I said. "I'll find my way in the morning." But he persisted, his tone turning insistent. "It's not safe," he warned. "I know," I replied calmly, trying to hide my growing unease. The friendly demeanor he had shown earlier was gone, replaced by a stern expression. "No, sir!" I shouted, trying to sound braver than I felt. We were alone; the driver had stepped out of the bus. The man turned around, his face etched with disappointment, and walked away. I was left with an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness, surrounded by darkness. The driver returned, slamming the door shut. The passenger seat creaked open, and a stranger slid in, locking the door behind him. The newcomer turned to me, his voice low and mysterious. "Are you coming from Jalingo?" he asked. I remained silent, my heart racing with unease.

If It is Money That Is Your Problem Then Read This Two Secret Articles Carefully... It Might Solve That Problem. Money thread... THE WISDOM CONTAINED IN THIS POST WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE NOW. ARTICLE 1. DEAR ESTEEM BROTHER'S, There are hundreds of people who already have what you are looking for. Everything you are searching for is already in someone's hand. The money you are looking for is in someone's hand. The car, house, opportunities, business deals, name it, they are all in someone hands right now. Availability is not the challenge at all, because all you need is present. The irony is that everything that you are looking for is also looking for you but not this version of you. Listen to me carefully. In life people rise by how much transactable value that they possess. The reason why you don't have what you are currently looking for is that the current version of your value can not magnetize(attract) your desire. Show me how much problem is your value solving and I will show you how much resource you can actualize. The same people who has what you are looking for also has a need, can you identify their needs and at the same time, are you resourceful enough to solve them? This is where the challenge lies. Everyday I kept pondering on the need to add value to yourself, to be more resourceful, to be more useful because I have witness how useless someone life can be if he isn't useful to people who has the resources to launch him/her into greatness. Let me tell you the honest truth.... Nobody fvcking cares about you just like that. Nobody is going to love you just because you are you. People who will come into your life will only come at the expenses of your perceived value. I tell you truth. If you are not ready to find a way to solve peoples problem, you will always remain a mediocre in life. If you don't equip yourself where people needs you to provide answers to their question, nobody will ever take you serious. Your relevance to people is tired to your value. Understand life. If you want access to people resources, you have to first identify their problems and think of a solution to that. Once you can do this, you will have access to their resources. Build your self, sharpen your skills, enrol on any educational program, prepare yourself daily do anything that will add value to your life. That is the only way you can be productive. BROTHERS..

I'M A SALON OWNER AND I'VE SLPT WITH ALL MY MALE CLIENTS BECAUSE OF A MONEY RITUAL. Money rituals are very dangerous and desperation has turned me into something I am not. I have always been very passionate about doing people's hair and nails from a very young age and I knew that one day I would own a salon. I learned how to do easy hairstyles while I was still in high school and as soon as I became perfect I started charging them. I would do people's hair from home and make a little extra pocket money. That is when I realised that there is money in doing people's hair and I made up my mind that after matric i would go learn professionaly and make it my career. Indeed after passing matric that's exactly what I did. I went to school to learn more skills. I got my certificate and opened my own salon. I rented a salon in town and hired two more people to work with. Everything was well until a few years later when a foreign national opened a salon right next to mine. I lost a lot of client's soon after that. It was so weird because we had the same pricing yet people preferred her salon over mine. Business became extremely slow so much that I had to let go of one of my employees because I just couldn't afford them. I was slowly following into repressio and regretted my decision of a career path because how do I compete with a foreign national? Her salon was always very packed while I'd get one or two clients a day. One day I didn't even have money to travel back home and I decided I would just lock up and sleep in my salon. In the middle of the night I had a horrible sleep paralysis. I dreamed of my salon burning and I was inside it. In the dream there was Smoke everywhere and it was suffocating me and I couldn't move nor breath. I managed to get out of the dream and I peeked outside the window and I saw the lady who owned the salon opposite mine pouring Muti on my front door. Worst of all she was half nakd. She was holding a bucket and a hand broom,she dipped into the bucket with the broom and started sprinkling water around my salon. I froze and became very scared instantly and decided to hide and not say a word..next coming up To be continued