SIX (6) WAYS MEN CAN ESCAPE POVERTY. 1. Get the right woman. Forget the slay queens and women with looks but zero brains. Get a woman who will not only support your vision but will also push you to achieve more. A woman who will inspire you to work hard and not a woman who just makes you hard. He who finds a real woman finds a good thing and obtains favour and power to create wealth. 2. Stop Taking Cheap Drinks. I have no problem with having drinks during social interaction and networking. However, when you drink cheap drinks or drink in cheap places, you hang out with cheap people who have cheap ideas and a cheap future. Big business opportunities are found in places where the drinks are expensive. In fact, in places where they sell cheap drinks, the only people you will find there are people who will be asking you for money. They even clap when you come knowing 'big buyer' has come. 3. Stop being Lazy. "Man ooh Man, why art thou Lazy?" You are too lazy for your own good. You sleep the whole day and blame the government for your poverty. "A Little Sleep, a Little Slumber, poverty shall overtake you like a political cadre in overalls". A lot of men are just lazy when it comes to making money. They have enough energy to give a woman five orgasms, but have no energy to start one organization, that's why it is so easy for men to manufacture children than it is to make even pegs for putting children's clothes on the line.. 4. Know Productive Things. If you keep too much junk in your head, you get a junk life. I know a lot of men who are so sharp when you are talking about girls, about soccer and about street politics, Who is Rich who is not,Who has a good house but you can't bring a topic about investment, innovation and business, they start looking at their phone, yawning or saying bye.. Useless things, videos and memes go viral fast than constructive things.. A man must know how to do at least one productive thing (have one skill) even without having gone to college. 5. Get Connected to Big Men Who are better than you. A lot of men are failing because they are not mentored. They don't have anyone to whom they can sit down and listen, with obedience. In the old days, old men would sit young men down and show them how to hunt and kill animals... and no man was considered a man enough until he has personally killed an animal... now these men of nowadays are not mentored and can't even kill a bird. There are men out there who have made it in life, find a way to get mentored by big men who are making waves and impacting people in our community. 6. Work. Stop Spending your whole day just praying and fasting yet you know that both Quran and Bible tells you that God will bless the work of your hands. Yes yes The blessing finds you on your way doing something,Stop using Prayer as an excuse not to work. Work hard. It’s an error for your pockets to be empty and your brain to be empty too.

He used to be the man who begged for her time… who rearranged his life just to be chosen. He did the chasing. Tried to prove his worth. Tried to be everything she said she wanted — and more. But it was never enough. She picked fights when he was silent. Mocked his effort. Made him feel like love had to be earned — even when he was giving it freely. She didn’t see him when he needed peace. Only when he provided it. So when she finally walked away, she thought it would destroy him. But it didn’t. He took that pain and turned it into power. Found himself. Built a life filled with silence, self-respect, and healing. Now she sees him… not begging, not proving — but finally thriving. And for the first time, she realizes the man she wanted him to become… is exactly who he became. Just without her.

STORY TIME “NA GBOLA DEY HELP MY LIFE “ PART 7 Around 8pm, we were in the sitting room. I was still wearing the short red gown Blessing picked for me, eyelashes scratching my eyelids, nails too long for comfort. My body don tire but my brain no wan calm down. Then her phone rang. She smiled immediately she saw the caller and picked up quick. “Hello zaddy, are you there now?” I paused and turned to look at her. Zaddy? I repeated the word in my mind. Wait first — what is zaddy? Is it like daddy? Or sugar daddy? Or boyfriend? Abi na her uncle? Before I could ask, she hung up and stood sharply. “Stand up, babe. Pick your bag. We dey go now.” “Go where?” I asked. She looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry. You go enjoy am.” I stood up slowly, heart beating small. The gown cling to my body like wet cloth. I fixed my wig, adjusted my bra, and followed her downstairs. When we reached the gate, a fine black car — looked like those ones on wedding posters — was parked just outside. Headlights on. Clean body. Shining like wetin dem brush with toothpaste. Inside the car, two men sat at the front. The one on the driver’s side smiled wide the moment he saw Blessing and came out to open the door. They hugged like lovers, then k!zed lightly — not forehead o, mouth-to-mouth. My eyes widened. “This is Derin, my girl from Ibadan,” Blessing said. The other man — older, with small grey in his beard and golden wristwatch — looked at me, smiled, and took my hand gently, then k!zed the back. I froze. The hand k!z no sweet me o. It felt awkward, like something I watched in film. My palm felt strange afterward. I rubbed it on my bag. As we drove off, I kept wondering: Who are these men to Blessing? Where are they taking us? Is this part of the job she talked about? Nobody explained. Just music, small laughs, and city lights rushing past the windows. We got to one fine joint, crowded and loud but expensive-looking. Lights everywhere. People laughing. Waiters carrying trays like airline hostesses. We sat down outside, under one umbrella stand with soft light above. The two men ordered barbecue chicken, grilled fish, suya, shawarma, and different drinks I didn’t know their names. When the barbecue came, I took one bite and nearly moaned. “Jesu!” I whispered. “This thing sweet like sin.” I was still lick!ng my fingers when Blessing pushed a glass of red drink towards me. “No, I no dey drink ak0h0l,” I said quickly. “Just taste small,” she smiled. “Na mild wine. E go relax your body.” After small talk, I took a sip. First thing I noticed was the bitter taste, then something like heat moved down my throat. I frowned. “Wetin be this again?” “You go like am soon,” she laughed. I didn’t. But I drank two more sips because I didn’t want to look like mumu. All the while, I no talk too much. I just dey observe — the men, the place, how Blessing dey laugh too freely with her own man. I felt out of place. Like I came to a party I wasn't invited to. After a while, they asked for takeaway food, packed some shawarma, and cleared the bill with POS. No questions, no complaints. Money seemed to flow like river. They drove us to one mansion in a quiet area — big black gate, long fence, flowers by the walkway, shining tiled floor, wide windows, and chandelier inside that looked like a castle light. We entered. The living room was big — soft sofa, glass table, clean rug, TV the size of a blackboard. Smell of air freshener and something expensive filled the air. Blessing’s “zaddy” whispered something to her, and they both laughed and stood up. She winked at me before following him into one room. I was now alone with the other man. I felt shy, my hands suddenly cold. He came closer. Sat near me. Smiled. “You’re very beautiful, Derin,” he said. “Your eyes… they’re something else.” I smiled nervously and said thank you. He continued, “Where have you been hiding?” I looked down at my feet. “Ibadan.” He laughed. “You belong in Lagos. Lagos boys will worship you.” He moved closer. “Can I k!z you?” My eyes shot up. “No sir.” He reached out slowly and tried to touch my chest. I jumped up. “Please stop,” I said. My voice was shaking. He stood too, now looking at me like hungry lion. I backed away, praying silently: God, please let Blessing come out now now. Then I heard something. From the room Blessing entered, faint at first… then clearer: Moaning. I froze. At first, I thought maybe they were watching movie. But then I heard Blessing’s voice — soft, breathy, high-pitched. I wanted to believe it wasn’t what I thought, but as the sound rose and fell, I knew they were having s3x My body felt hot. My head blank. This girl that hugged me in church before leaving Ibadan, now she's in one man’s room, doing this. And here I was, with the second man, trying to defend my body like market price. I pinched myself. Maybe na dream. It wasn’t. I thought again: Are these men married? Where are their wives? Kids? Then the man in front of me reached for my arm again. I snatched it back and ran to the door. I didn’t care if it was rude. I stood near the door like someone waiting for fire escape. Just then, Blessing came out. Her hair was scattered, her face red. She was sweating, with her makeup almost wiped off. She acted like nothing happened. Behind her, the man came out wearing only boxers. My eyes nearly left my head. I was sure. They did it. And she didn’t even look sorry. “Babe,” she said calmly. “Go carry your bag. Time to go.” I didn’t ask any questions. My heart was already beating like generator. The same car dropped us off, just like it picked us. But I wasn’t smiling this time. It was 11pm. I’ve never been out this late before. On the ride back, I didn’t say one word. Not because I had nothing to say — but because I had too many questions I didn’t know how to ask. Is this the job? Is this what she meant by upgrade? Is this what it means to “belong” in Lagos? When we got home, I entered the bathroom immediately. Scrubbed my body like say I touch sin. Changed into my nightwear and laid on the bed. Blessing tried to gist small but I just nodded, pretending to be tired. Truth is, I couldn't sleep. I faced the wall and closed my eyes — not to rest, but to hide the tears that wanted to fall. And in my heart, I prayed silently: “God, if this is not the job she promised, please show me the real one. I no fit do this kind life.” To be continued… Written by QueenAmalove’s Own ✍️ 1st August, 2025

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The Brave Hunter – Episode 11 The princess could no longer hide her feelings for Uche. She found herself thinking about him all the time. She started spending more time in her chambers with him and always had a reason to laugh or touch him playfully. One evening, as they sat quietly on the bed, the princess turned to him and asked him a romantic question. “Uche, have you not noticed how I look at you, how I treat you, how I feel when you’re around me?” The princess asked. “I love you, Uche. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Do you love me too?” The princess asked boldly. “Your Highness. I noticed you love me, but I didn’t know how to react. I’m just a poor hunter. You are the daughter of a powerful king. If he finds out that I love you, I’ll be killed.” Uche said. “That’s not what I asked. I didn’t ask if you’re scared. I asked if you love me.” The princess asked. “Yes, I do. I love you with all my heart. But I am afraid.” Uche responded. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” She said. She moved closer to him and whispered something sweet to his ear. If you love me, then prove it. Make love to me tonight.” The princess said. Uche was shocked at first, but the look in her eyes told him she meant it. She leaned in and touched his electric wire. The electric wire responded at once. They made love. That night, their bond grew deeper. While the entire palace was quiet, the princess and the hunter became one. In the morning, they lay on the bed, holding each other. “What if someone finds out?” Uche asked. "Let them find out. I’m not ashamed of loving you.” The princess said. While they were still enjoying each other’s company, chaos was brewing outside. The warriors of the village had gathered and were getting ready to bring Uche out of the cell. He was supposed to be punished with death that day. It was supposed to happen that morning in the village square. The king had ordered that he must die for daring to kidnap the princess. The villagers had gathered already. Everyone was ready to watch Uche’s death. Some came with food and drinks, hoping to witness a show. But when the warriors arrived at the cell, they were shocked to find it empty. “He has escaped!” One of them shouted. “How is that possible?" They asked. The news quickly spread to the palace and the king was furious. He slammed his walking stick on the ground and roared like a lion. “Find him! Search every house, every hut, every tree if you must! Bring him to me!” The king ordered. The warriors spread out quickly and began house-to-house searches. Meanwhile, Uche and the princess were still in her chambers, hiding and laughing. The princess had made sure her maidens didn’t enter her room. She had locked the door from inside. “They must be searching for me now. Today is my punishment day. What if they come here?” Uche asked. “Let them come. They won’t dare open my door. Even if they do, I’ll say you’re not here.” The princess responded. “But they’ll kill you if they find out.” Uche said. “Then let them kill me. I love you.” she responded. The king became more angry. “I want that man found. He has disgraced this kingdom. I won’t rest until I see his head on a stick.” The king said. Back in the chambers, the princess refused to let Uche leave. “Stay here with me. Let the world turn upside down, I don’t care.” She said. That afternoon, while the warriors were still searching, Uche and the princess made love again. It was as if nothing else mattered. “This is dangerous. They are looking for me and I'm here making love to you.” Uche said. The princess laughed. “That’s what makes it sweeter.” She said. “You’re not afraid?” He asked. “Afraid of what? I'm enjoying myself. ’ve never felt more alive.” She said. The king later stood before the people in the village square and made a strong announcement. “Since Uche has escaped. I want everyone here to listen carefully. If we find out that anyone is hiding him—any man, woman, or even a child—the person will be sentenced to death without trial.” The king announced. The crowd shouted. Some villagers looked at each other in fear. “Search will continue. No house is off limits. And I mean no house.” His eyes burned with anger. “Bring me that hunter alive or dead!” “Don’t stop until he is found. And remember, anyone caught helping him will share his punishment which is death!” The king said. The drums of the kingdom echoed the seriousness of the order. The search continued, but Uche remained hidden in the last place anyone would dare to look—in the princess’s private chambers. As night approached, the princess locked her door again, determined to protect the man she loved. Next episode dropping soon

"Prayer is nothing else but union with God. When one has a heart that is pure and united with God, he is given a kind of serenity and sweetness that makes him ecstatic, a light that surrounds him with marvelous brightness. In this intimate union, God and the soul are fused together like two bits of wax that no one can ever pull apart. This union of God with a tiny creature is a lovely thing. It is a happiness beyond understanding. We had become unworthy to pray, but God in his goodness allowed us to speak with him. Our prayer is incense that gives him the greatest pleasure." - Saint John Vianney.

"Even on the days I feel like I’m breaking, something in me refuses to fully shatter."

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Any love that is not expressed will likely die down gradually or quench

Is it not an irony to be positioned at the beautiful gate, yet everything about his life spells ugliness and misery? This was the story of the life of a man called Jabez. The Bible recorded that he was more honourable than his brethren, but the evil name his mother labeled on him stood against him like a mighty colossus, immovable like the rock of Gibraltar.

Japa: "I Sold My Father’s House For ₦45M To Relocate To Canada, I'm Jobless Now" A former Lagos State University (LASU) student, John Chukwudi, sold his late father's house for ₦45 million to finance his move to Canada, a decision he now deeply regrets. He says he was driven to leave Nigeria by the government's poor policies and the lack of opportunities for young people, even for a university graduate like himself. Chukwudi had hoped to start a new, more prosperous life and had promised his father he would be able to buy him a new house in Enugu within a year. After arriving in Canada, however, Chukwudi struggled to find a job despite his diligent efforts. A year later, he remains unemployed, feeling isolated and abandoned by the cousin who initially encouraged his relocation. He now questions if the drastic decision to sell his family home was worth the significant personal and financial costs. Chachagist360 Blog