Dear Parents,

There are things that parents do that makes me wonder if they know the implications. In my teaching career, I've come to realize that children who are well brought up produce better results.

What I see these days is training the "butty" (aje butter) way which gets me scared of what will happen in the next 10-15 years.

I see eight year olds who don't bother to lay their beds.

I see 10 year olds served by the maid or "caring mum" on the table and they either don't pack the table or they just dump the plates in the kitchen for the maid or "caring mum".

Drivers carry the bags of
children above 5 years and the children call them "my driver".

Manual cloth washing is
gradually been replaced by
washing machines yet the maid or "caring mum" will be the one to do the laundry.

Children wake up and go straight to the TV and sleep late watching TV with mum and dad but mum and dad don't allow them read late.
They'll say "go and sleep".

I see parents play game for
hours on their phones yet
wonder why their children don't read and why their results are poor despite investment in expensive schools.

I see tweenagers and teenagers who can't cook common white rice because there's maid, nanny, cook, "caring mum" etc.

I see children who are addicted to cheating in exams, assignments, class work and the parents aren't taking conscious steps to correct it, instead some will bribe teachers to make their children first, teach them during external exams or take them to "miracle centres" to write their exams.

I see children who talk to their parents and other adults disrespectfully and all parents say is "children of nowadays are outspoken".

Your children's wardrobe is full of clothes but they don't have a single book.

You buy them lots of toys but you didn't buy them books.

I can go on and on.

See, when next you tell your
child not to do house chores,
study hard, etc, have it at the back of your mind that what you're saying is "don't take responsibility for your life".

I guess parents don't know that chores and morals are almost directly proportional to academic performance.

Haven't you thought of it that when our forefathers went to farm, fetched water, etc, before or after school, the world was a better place?

Haven't you thought of it that our local proverbs which have remained relevant were coined by unlettered men and women?

A Hausa proverb says, "Ka so naka, duniya ta 'ki shi..." favour your son and the world will reject him..." (vice-versa).

A Yoruba proverb also says, "eni a nwo ki wooran"... "those who make news don't watch news".

So when you're mentoring your children to be T.V. addicts you should understand what you're
grooming them to be.

There are TWO PAINS in life and everyone must suffer one; *PAIN OF DISCIPLINE* or *PAIN OF REGRET*.

When you're preventing your
children from going through *pain of discipline*, just understand that you're automatically preparing them for *pain of regret*.

Some parents feel that their
children's careers are secured because of their financial stand.

Now, let's do this analysis:
1. You get your children a job.

2. You make them take over your company.

3. You set up a business for
them.

1. If you get them a job and they have the wrong attitude at work like being late, talking rudely to clients, etc, which made the company lose a big contract, will they keep them there?

2. They take over your company and your company lost within three months an amount that you didn't make in your first five years in business due to their lack of discipline, will you pat them on the head and say I'm proud of you child?

3. They run the business shabbily and there's nothing to show for it within few years.

The earlier we stopped these
pampering the better. You will give an account to God for them.

Train your child in the way he
should go and when he is old, he won't depart from it.

Before you sleep, take a moment to be thankful for the day, no matter how it went. Tomorrow is a fresh start.– #LarryB'spen

Oh lord my God help us to sleep in peace today and wake up very stronger in the morning with expectations that won't be cut off

"The Wedding That Never Was"

Part 1: The Perfect Beginning

Tunde was the kind of man many envied—successful, kind-hearted, and deeply loyal to those he loved. After years of building his business empire, he finally met Amara, a beautiful, intelligent, and charming woman who swept him off his feet. Their love blossomed quickly. In less than two years, he proposed, and Amara said yes with tears in her eyes.

Their love story became the envy of many. Family and friends all celebrated them, especially Tunde’s best friend, Chike, who had been with Tunde through thick and thin. Chike was even named the best man, a position he proudly accepted.

Part 2: Whispers and Warnings

As the wedding date approached, Tunde noticed something odd—Amara had become unusually secretive with her phone. Late-night texts, sudden changes in mood, and quick defensiveness when asked simple questions.

One day, his younger sister, Sade, approached him gently.

> “Brother mi, please don’t be angry. I saw Amara in a hotel lobby three days ago… with Chike. They looked… close. Too close.”

Tunde brushed it off. “Chike? No, never. That’s my brother.”

But the seed of doubt had been planted.

Part 3: The Day Before

The night before the wedding, Tunde couldn’t sleep. Something didn’t feel right. He sat outside on the balcony of the hotel where his wedding was scheduled and stared at the stars, trying to convince himself everything was okay.

Then his phone buzzed.

It was a message from an unknown number:

> “You deserve to know the truth. Check Room 406. Now.”

Tunde’s heart pounded. Room 406 was in the same hotel. He hesitated, then stood up. He didn’t want to believe anything wrong could be happening—but curiosity and dread pushed him forward.

He knocked lightly at the door.

No response.

He turned the handle. It was open.

There, lying on the bed, locked in an embrace… was Amara and Chike.

Time stopped. The woman he was to marry tomorrow. His best friend since childhood.

To be continued

JB WORLD

I was lying next to my wife, peacefully sleeping, when I received a Facebook notification. Curious, I got up to check and saw a friend request from a woman. Intrigued, I looked through her profile and realized she was an old schoolmate.

I accepted her request and sent a simple "Hello" message, to which she replied, "Hi, I heard you are married with kids." I confirmed this, and she expressed her feelings for me, saying she would do anything to be a part of my life.

However, at that moment, I glanced back at my wife, soundly asleep after a long day of work and chores. Seeing her trust in me and the comfort she found in our home, I was struck by a realization. I couldn't betray this woman who had left everything for me, including her family and their support, to be with me in our modest home.

As I pondered the situation, I couldn't fathom hurting this innocent woman who had placed so much trust in me. With a firm resolve, I swiftly blocked the other woman on my phone.

I returned to my wife, cuddled up beside her, and she adjusted to make room for me. I knew then that I couldn't bear to lose her trust or see her in tears. I made a conscious decision to be a "Real" man - one who doesn't cheat, make his wife cry, or cause her to regret marrying him. A real man values and cherishes his wife above all others.

To all the men out there, be the "Man," the "Real Man." Love and cherish your wife as she deserves.

*Crossing the Line Without Touching: The Truth About Emotional Affairs*

https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaGhjo07tkjCfXdy322U

*What Is Emotional Cheating?*
Emotional cheating is when someone forms a deep, secretive emotional connection with someone outside their relationship—without physical contact. It often begins innocently: a few laughs, late-night chats, or venting about relationship issues. But soon, emotional intimacy shifts from the partner to the “friend.” That’s when the line is crossed—without a single touch.

*Where the Line Is Drawn*
You don’t have to sleep with someone to cheat. When you start hiding conversations, craving emotional attention from someone else, or feeling more connected to another person than your partner, you've crossed a line. Emotional affairs are built on secrecy, emotional energy, and intimacy that rightfully belongs to your significant other.

*Why Emotional Affairs Hurt So Deeply*
Many people say, “But nothing physical happened!”—yet emotional affairs often cause deeper pain than physical ones. Why? Because the heart was shared. Trust was broken. Emotional cheating says, “I no longer choose you to be my safe place.” It damages the foundation of love: trust, vulnerability, and exclusivity.

*Warning Signs of Emotional Cheating*

You hide conversations or delete messages

You confide in someone else more than your partner

You’re emotionally distant at home, but excited to talk to “that friend”

You say things like “We’re just close” or “You’re overthinking it”

You feel guilty… but still don’t stop


*Why It Happens*
Emotional affairs usually happen when there's a gap—loneliness, lack of attention, unresolved conflict, or curiosity. Instead of addressing the gap within the relationship, some seek connection outside. But escape isn’t the answer—healing is.

*Can an Emotional Affair Be Repaired?*
Yes—but it requires confession, deep honesty, accountability, and a willingness to rebuild trust. Boundaries must be reset, communication restored, and the root causes addressed. Pretending it “wasn’t a big deal” only invites more destruction.

*Final Thought:*
Emotional affairs are quiet fires—they burn trust slowly, until the whole relationship goes up in flames.

If your heart is wandering, your relationship is shaking. Return. Repair. Recommit.
Love thrives where honesty lives.

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*NOT ALL MEDICINES ARE IN PHARMACIES!!!*

*1 - Exercise is medicine.*
*2 - Fasting is medicine.*
*3 - Natural food is medicine.*
*4 - Laughter is medicine.*
*5 - Vegetables and fruits are medicine.*
*6 - Sleep is medicine.*
*7 - Sunlight is medicine.*
*8 - Loving others is medicine*
*9 - Loving yourself is medicine.*
*10 - Gratitude is medicine.*
*11 - Letting go of offense is medicine.*
*12 - Meditation is medicine.*
*13 - Reading and studying the Word of God is medicine.*
*14 - Eating well, on time and without excess is medicine.*
*15 - Right thinking and with a good *mindset is medicine.*
*16 - Trusting in God is medicine*
*17 - Good friends are medicine.*
*18 -. Forgiving yourself and forgiving others is medicine.*
*19 - Drinking plenty of water is medicine.*
*20 - A peaceful heart is medicine*
*21- Allowing others grow is medicine*

*Take enough of these medications and you will rarely need the ones from pharmacies.*

*Do well by sharing this medicine to your loved ones if you really care.*

*Because natural medicine is better than pharmaceutical medicine!*

Care for your health.

Life is for the living but you must just have to live it right..... Eeee get why, let keep moving our God no dey sleep

Pff, this testimony from ADRIANO about his life and career is incredibly powerful:

“I know what it feels like to be a promise, and also a broken one. I am the biggest waste in football.

I like that word: ‘waste,’ because I’m obsessed with wasting my life. I’m okay with it, in a frenzied waste, I enjoy that stigma.

I don’t do drugs, like they try to claim. I don’t like crime, even though I could’ve gone down that road. I don’t go to clubs. I always go to the same place in my neighborhood. I drink every other day, yeah. And on the other days too. I drink because it’s not easy being a promise that’s still in debt.

They call me ‘The Emperor.’ A guy who left the favela to earn the nickname Emperor in Europe. How do you explain that? I still haven’t figured it out. Maybe I did get a few things right.

One of the things that surprised me most when I moved to Europe was how quiet the streets were. People don’t greet each other. Everyone keeps their distance. My first Christmas in Milan was really hard. The end of the year is a very important time for my family. We gather everyone.

When I joined Inter, I got hit hard that first winter. Christmas came and I was alone in my apartment. It’s so cold in Milan. That depression that creeps in during those cold months in northern Italy. Everyone dressed in dark clothes. Empty streets. The days are really short. The air is damp. I didn’t feel like doing anything. All of this mixed with homesickness and I felt like crap.

Seedorf was an amazing friend—he and his wife made dinner and invited me over. It was all really nice and delicious, but the truth is I just wanted to be in Rio de Janeiro. I didn’t even stay long with them. I apologized, said goodbye quickly, and went back to my apartment. I called home. ‘Hi, mom. Merry Christmas,’ I said. ‘My son! I miss you. Merry Christmas. Everyone’s here, you’re the only one missing,’ she replied.

You could hear the laughter in the background. The loud sound of drums my aunts play to remember the days when they were little girls. I could picture the whole scene just from the sounds on the phone. Damn, I started crying right away.

I cried so much. ‘It’s okay, mom. Enjoy. Have a nice dinner. Don’t worry, everything’s fine here.’ I was destroyed. I grabbed a bottle of vodka. Drank all that crap alone. Cried the whole night. Passed out on the couch because I drank too much and cried.

I tried to do what they wanted. I negotiated with Roberto Mancini. I tried really hard with José Mourinho. I cried on Moratti’s shoulder. But I couldn’t do what they asked of me. I stayed clean for a few weeks, avoided alcohol, trained like a horse, but there was always a relapse. Over and over again. Everyone criticized me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

People said a lot of crap because they were all ashamed. ‘Wow, Adriano gave up seven million euros. He gave up everything for this nonsense?’ That’s what I heard the most. But they don’t know why I did it. I did it because I wasn’t okay. I needed my space to do what I wanted to do.

All I’m looking for in Vila Cruzeiro is peace. Here I walk barefoot and shirtless, just wearing shorts. I play dominoes, sit in the street, remember my childhood, listen to music, dance with my friends, and sleep on the floor. I just want to be at peace and remember who I am.

Here they truly respect me. I see my father in every one of these alleys. Vila Cruzeiro isn’t the best place in the world, it’s my place.”