Abeg who wins a woman's heart easily: A Rich guy🥰, A Caring guy🤩, A Funny guy🤣, or A Bad guy🤸🤸

"I used to hide when my mother came to sweep my classroom." "Now, I stand here proudly — because her broom gave me wings." They mocked her. They laughed at her shoes. But years later, she walked back into the same school — And handed out scholarships in her mother’s name. Her Mother Was the School Janitor — 25 Years Later, She Was Invited as Guest Speaker… and Did Something That Made Even the Principal Weep Written by Rosyworld CRN 1999. Jos, Nigeria. Mama Nnenna worked as a janitor at St. Bridget’s Secondary School. She swept classrooms, scrubbed toilets, and mopped the staff room — always with a soft smile and tattered shoes. Her daughter, Nnenna, attended the school on a staff-child discount. Smart. Quiet. Always top of her class. But always ashamed. Her classmates made jokes: “Here comes Madam Mop.” “Your mummy missed the corner. Go clean it for her.” Sometimes, Nnenna would hide in the toilet while her mother cleaned her class. One day, she told her mother: “Please don’t sweep while I’m in class.” Mama Nnenna looked at her and replied gently: “Then I’ll sweep earlier. But I’ll still sweep with pride.” Nnenna endured. She kept reading. Studied at night while her mother snored beside the mop bucket. Got a scholarship abroad. Studied law. Excelled. Became a human rights lawyer. Founded her own firm. In 2024, St. Bridget’s hosted its 60th Anniversary Celebration. The school needed a keynote speaker. Someone inspirational. Someone successful. They reached out to Barrister Nnenna O. Agu — not knowing her history. She accepted. On the day of the event, she walked onto the stage in heels and a power suit. The crowd clapped. But then she said: “Before I speak… I want to show you the person who truly earned this invitation.” She turned and unveiled a framed photo. Her mother. Holding a mop. Gasps. Silence. Nnenna continued: “This woman swept shame off my name. She cleaned the very room that shaped my future. And while the world saw ‘just a janitor’ — I saw a queen in rubber slippers.” Tears flowed. She announced 10 full scholarships — in her mother’s name — for children of cleaners and drivers in the school. “Because sometimes, honour starts in the dust.” She didn’t hide her past anymore. She used it to build bridges. Because the girl they mocked for her mother’s uniform… Returned to honour that uniform with her voice

HOW I MASTERED LOGARITHMS OF NUMBERS LESS THAN 1 😅 If I tell you how I learned logarithms of numbers less than 1, many of you will surely laugh! 😂😂 In 2017, I started teaching SS3 students after their teacher left the school. Guess the topic I had to continue with? 👉 Logarithms of numbers less than 1, a topic I wasn’t even confident in myself. That day in class, I kept "forming" knowledge and explaining things I knew were 100% wrong. But the students trusted me and that trust was what saved me that day. 🙈 The moment I got home, I began researching like mad. The only helpful video I found was of an old Indian woman explaining the topic very well but in Hindi! I couldn’t understand her words, so I started rewinding and forwarding the video, then eventually muted it and just watched her hand movements carefully. ✍️ After studying her method, I practiced and practiced… and by 2:00 am that night, I had mastered logarithms of numbers less than 1. 😅🤣 Moral of the story: Sometimes, as a teacher, you must be a good student first! Never stop learning. 🙏

I have made peace with the fact that there are human beings that will never stop Ponzi till the end of time. So this particular woman in one of my mum’s group came out to lament that she lost 9m to a particular Ponzi but guess what? She said she is not giving up on Ponzi o🤣that online business is the way forward, that Infact she has a new one (she instantly drops link for people ) . She kept advising them not to cry over the one that has closed , that the new one will pay them, she said Ponzi has saved her a lot of times and it has helped her buy properties in the past. I have made peace with the fact that, to a lot of people , Ponzi is the best online business. No matter what you say, you are wasting your time. I have had a good laugh this morning reading comments, my mum is theirs prospect and they hope she joins .😀 Do you have a relative or friend like this? Share with me in the comment.

He never told me he was getting married to another woman—not until his wedding day, after I slept over at his house. He never once said he didn’t see me as his future wife, not even subtly. Instead, he kept using me, and in the end, he broke my heart and walked away. Charles has been my boyfriend for four months now. He has been sweet, consistent, and never gave me any red flags or reason to doubt his intentions. I visited his house often. We did everything together—cooked, watched movies, talked late into the night. Slept together. Not once did I ever run into the woman he was preparing to say “I do” to. She never visited, maybe because he didn’t want her to. Or maybe he was just that good at hiding his double life. I kept giving my all, thinking we were growing stronger as a couple. I invested my mind, body, and soul. That Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of movement—his friends, both familiar and unfamiliar, were rushing through the house like they were preparing for something big. They were all dressed in matching blue senator suits, looking sharp and excited. Charles, my Charles, wore a suit that made him look like a model. I was confused. What were they all dressed up for? Then I overheard one of his friends whisper, “Tell her now…” Tell me what? Charles turned to him and said, “I didn’t ask her to come over last night.” What? Not after we spent the whole night together? Not after we made love? He didn't want me here? I was still confused. Then he threw a bundle of money at me and told me to leave before he got back. I was too stunned to speak. My voice failed me. I wanted to scream, but the shock silenced me. “Is that what you think of me now?” I finally managed to speak, broken. “You sleep with me and pay me?” He looked at me—his face almost remorseful—but his words stung worse than a slap. “You’re not wife material. I’m sorry, but I can’t end up with you. That’s why. Just go. Let’s end this in peace.” I didn’t understand. Why didn’t he go to the hotel he was supposed to have his bachelor’s party at last night? Why did he decide to spend it with me the way he wanted? Why didn’t his bride call to ask where he was? It felt like his friends knew everything and had been covering up for him. Until that morning. After he left, I broke down. I cried for an hour straight until the tears dried up, and anger took over. A burning, bitter rage. I dressed up quickly and searched the whole house for any clue about the wedding location. I was desperate. Then, thanks to fate, I found a souvenir with the location on it. I took a commercial bus straight to the cathedral. By the time I arrived, they were exchanging their vows. My heart was pounding. I didn’t take a seat. I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to the altar, stepped between him and his bride, and grabbed the microphone from the priest. Anger had taken over my sanity. I told everyone the truth—everything that had happened. I dropped the bundle of money at his feet as a proof that he had tried to pay me off. The church erupted in chaos. His bride collapsed right there at the altar. And I walked out. I left them in the mess he created. I left when I was sure I had done enough damage to match the pain he caused me. That Saturday morning changed me. I left town and stayed with my sister for a while to clear my head. The heartbreak was too heavy to carry alone. People said I went too far by crashing the wedding. But what about everything I invested in that relationship? What about the betrayal? He thought he could use me and pay me off like I meant nothing. Why didn’t he just tell me he couldn’t marry me? Why pretend? Why lie? Why let me give so much while he was planning a future with someone else? I heard the wedding was called off, and his bride blocked him completely. His family calls me day and night, hurling insults and blaming me for the disgrace. But now, their hatred sounds like music to my ears. I smile when I remember that I crashed that wedding right—I didn’t make a mistake. I have no regrets. I’ve moved on. Just be sure the person you’re dating isn’t secretly planning a wedding with someone else. These days, men will string you along, take your love for granted, and tell you you’re not "wife material." Then marry someone else. This is from a true life story. #fictionwriter #storywriter #weaverofwords Iwuji Amarachi Judith

Grandma abeg your heart strong pass iron condemn. What a man can do, a woman can do it better indeed chai

Be a woman that men will respect.😀😍🥰😄☺️😃

HOW TO BECOME MORE CLASSY AND INTELLIGENT AS A WOMAN Being classy is not about bleaching your skin, wearing designer bags, or speaking through your nose. And intelligence? It’s not about speaking big grammar and forming British accent. If you want to truly be a classy and intelligent woman, start here, 1. Read, sis. I’m not saying become a professor overnight. But carry books. Read. Listen to podcasts. Watch YouTube videos that feed your brain, not just celebrity gossips. 2. Speak with sense. You don’t have to talk all the time. But when you do, let people feel your wisdom. Speak gently. Speak with respect. Speak to add value, not to scatter everywhere. 3. Dress like you respect yourself. You don’t need a wardrobe full of clothes. Just know how to package yourself with confidence, decency, and class. 4. Maturity in how you handle things. Not everything requires quarrels. Not every insult deserves a reply. Sometimes, your silence is the loudest clapback. 5. Improve your mindset. The way you think affects how you act. Stop thinking small. Stop seeing yourself as a victim. You’re a woman with power. Think big. Think wise. 6. Don’t move with noise makers. Classy women are intentional about their company. Hang around women who lift your standards, not those who drag you into drama every day. 7. Pray and glow differently. Spiritual depth gives you peace that shows in your walk, your talk, and your decisions. Real elegance comes from the inside out.HOW TO BECOME MORE CLASSY AND INTELLIGENT AS A WOMAN Being classy is not about bleaching your skin, wearing designer bags, or speaking through your nose. And intelligence? It’s not about speaking big grammar and forming British accent. If you want to truly be a classy and intelligent woman, start here, 1. Read, sis. I’m not saying become a professor overnight. But carry books. Read. Listen to podcasts. Watch YouTube videos that feed your brain, not just celebrity gossips. 2. Speak with sense. You don’t have to talk all the time. But when you do, let people feel your wisdom. Speak gently. Speak with respect. Speak to add value, not to scatter everywhere. 3. Dress like you respect yourself. You don’t need a wardrobe full of clothes. Just know how to package yourself with confidence, decency, and class. 4. Maturity in how you handle things. Not everything requires quarrels. Not every insult deserves a reply. Sometimes, your silence is the loudest clapback. 5. Improve your mindset. The way you think affects how you act. Stop thinking small. Stop seeing yourself as a victim. You’re a woman with power. Think big. Think wise. 6. Don’t move with noise makers. Classy women are intentional about their company. Hang around women who lift your standards, not those who drag you into drama every day. 7. Pray and glow differently. Spiritual depth gives you peace that shows in your walk, your talk, and your decisions. Real elegance comes from the inside out. Every lady in the channel let's gather here with a blue 💙

I'm sick of feeling undesirable 🙄 I'm a bigger woman I get I may not be sexy as others. But .. I do have needs! Tried to get intimate with him.. got up and left the room cause all he was doing was mastubating!! Like seriously! This Is a real situation .. the past few years sucked!!! I feel like I lost my self confidence cause of the lack of intimacy..

This is for my sisters🙏😓 As tough as it is you need to put yourself first in everything,you need to know your value,how much you worth,you need to protect your feelings,your emotions and you need to protect yourself from crying over and over again about the same thing in your relationships😭.❤🙏 Try to build yourself first before you build a man,sei ndirikudaro because you will build a man for another woman💔🤞you will build a man for someone to come and eat zvawakadyara💔 Dzimwe nguva varume vane mari tend to treat vakadzi sema objects,dont be objectified 🤞🙏varume vakaziva kuti iwewe semukadzi hauna chauinacho worse your family kwawakabva they rely on your marriage or relationship vanokuita chikorobho💔akaziva kuti your family is as low as your life anokuita saga.💔 You will never have a say in your relationship kana your boyfriend asinga kuremekedza as an equal💔 Some women are fortunate kuti vakawana varume vanonzwisisa kuti marriage is partnership/ friendship...ko ukasava fortunate? As a woman you have to build yourself first so that zvikazodhakwa mu relationship you will leave and find peace😫💔😭 Don't be a woman who is afraid of losing a man because you fear being alone 💔dont be afraid to move on because you feel no one will take care of you💔😭dont be afraid to call it quit when love isn't there anymore.Usatye kubuda mu marriage nekutya kuti vanhu vanozoti chii ndopakuzouraiwa nemurume💔ne GBV. It's only you who suffers that's why you have to build yourself before a man comes to build you,build yourself first❤before you build a man🙏 Vamwe vakadzi are in abusive relationships because of money,material things hanzi because ndine mwana...that's rubbish when it comes to your life...taneta nema suicidal thoughts 💔 Don't accept to be treated like nothing because you have nothing ❤🙏It's not too late kudzokera ku chikoro,it's not too late kuita course ye dressmaking or hair dressing or any other course so you empower yourself. Don't let pride get in your way kuti vanhu vanoziva ndichi Slayer saka ndikaramba murume who will maintain my life style....if the relationship is toxic leave uchiri mupenyu 🙏🏽

*LESSONS FOR WOMEN IN MARRIAGE! +18* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaGhjo07tkjCfXdy322U Most women complain of sexual dissatisfaction but the question you should be asking yourself is: Are you playing your part as a woman? Do you know the things that turn your man on? Do you know that a man needs to be caressed and complimented in order to feel like making love to you? May You Try This It May Help: 1. Be romantic, playful, and spontaneous. Touch your man play with his body flirt with him on the phone compliment him always tell him you love him send him dirty suggestive messages. 2. Please do not be afraid: Ashamed or irritated to take him into your mouth it's exciting once you get the hang of it. 3. Allow him unlimited access to your body: Allow him to go down on you. Do not hide your sensitive areas: surely why do hide your breasts ears and womanhood then claim he can't turn me on. 4. Show him you like sex too: It kills a man's ego when he struggles to get it by the time he starts doing it he will be tired from wrestling with you and talking to you to convince you to have it please please if you can convince your man that you also like it and enjoy it it's very important. Your man thrives to bring you the latest album of your favorite musician which will stop him from bringing you a new style of sex if he knows you like it. 5. Respond to his lovemaking: Do not lie there like you are dead run your hands on his back and spread out those legs for him and move up to meet him, moan and groan, hiss like a snake. 6. If he hits the right spot say it and show it: Urge him on and hold him tight there, speak in tongues. 7. Suggest positions: And fully participate in your favorite position do not be afraid to go on top. 8. Satisfy him first he will eventually satisfy you: Make him happy and allow him to enjoy you he will return the compliment. 9. Do everything he likes and enjoy pleasing him: You think most men leave you because they got what they wanted: No they would have discovered that you are not enjoying what they are offering you so enjoy what is offered first!

Listen up, son. There’s no story more emotional, more dramatic, or more manipulative than that of a broke woman looking to fleece you. A broke woman is a walking crisis. Today it’s her gas. Tomorrow it’s her mother’s surgery. Next week it’s her little brother’s school fees. After that, her auntie’s dog was kidnapped by boko haram. Real problems. Fake problems. Imaginary ones too. All on your small, struggling head. You will age quickly. Why? Because she doesn’t work. She doesn’t build. She’s lazy, entitled, and broke but she still has needs. She still wants to eat, dress up, take selfies, and live soft. And since she can’t provide, she survives by lying, crying, and seducing men. The worst part is you’re not the only one she’s running this game on. You’re just one of many. No company runs and survives on just one customer. Una many! She targets men with soft hearts. Men with a savior complex. Men who feel guilty saying “no.” and in return, she offers her body because in her mind, that’s her only currency. Let me be blunt: A broke girl doesn’t love you, she loves what you can do for her and the moment you stop doing it or can’t provide anymore, she vanishes and finds another man who can. Don’t build with a liability. Choose a woman who’s financially responsible. I didn’t say rich; I said responsible for her own good. A woman who can feed herself, transport herself, recharge her phone, buy her own toiletries and fill her own gas, all without turning her needs into prayer points or a pity party. That’s the barest minimum because the truth is this, a broke woman will always monetize love. She'll turn her body into an office to survive. You were not born to be an emergency fund for irresponsible women. Build with value. Love a woman with dignity, not desperation. Leave broke women alone! Clear?