YOUR WIFE ALWAYS ASKING YOU TO DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD IS A TRAP Your wife is setting trap for you and you don't know about this but I will explain; whenever your children do something wrong your wife be calling you to come and discipline them, isn't it? That's a trap. Your children will misbehave even in the presence of your wife but she won't correct them or discipline them herself and she will be calling you to come and discipline the kids, after you finish disciplining the child(ren) and he/they starts to cry what will happen next? Your wife (she); She will start to pet the child, She will give the child food, She will rush to hug the child, She will make the child to stop crying, She will comfort the child and take him out. Some vvomen will rushes to rescue the child from the father's grip, she will be seen as the saviour meanwhile she was the one that called you to come and discipline the child and she will make some silly comments in front of the child such as (do you want to kill my child?, Do you want to injure my child?, Take it easy please, don't do him like this or like that), such stvpid comments she makes often this children pick them and see the mother as the better angel while you're the wicked bad one. You're the wicked one, you're the bully, you're the villain and the child may gradually be seeing you as the beast, the children will resent you for beating them and being too harsh on them. Believe the holy prophet indiscov that the children will gradually be loving their mother the more, This is the mistake men do, even our fathers fell for this trap our mothers set for them and it made most of us think then, that our father hated us, it's as I began to grow and have sense that I understood the effects of my father's disciplinary actions. What about children that have no sense? They'll resent you, they will hate you, they will treat their mother with more love because they will see her as the good parent while growing up and you? You'll be regarded as the wicked inhumane parent that always inflicted pain, trauma and harsh punishments on them while growing up. Don't do it, if you have been doing it please stop and call your wife to order, tell her to stop calling you and iron them out whenever they misbehave, discipline them only when they misbehave in your presence but not when they misbehave in her presence she will be calling you, tell her to stop. Indiscov is telling you today to let her discipline them herself, let her stop the behaviour of always calling you to come and discipline the children because she's building that hatred, that resentment of your children towards you. This is the reason why most children nowadays takes their mother more serious than their father that went through hell to see them survive, indiscov wants you to learn this and begin to balance things in your home, caution your wife next time she does this and make her understand that it's her duty to discipline them whenever they misbehave in her presence while it is also your duty to do the same, warn her to stop reporting the children to you and when you discipline them she will start consolation. Most men today don't like their father because of this and they pay more attention to their mother than the innocent man that always worked out his ass morning, afternoon and night to ensure the family is okay and the children are well fed. Men, please stop this.

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Tonto Dikeh says raising boys right starts with love, softness, and showing them how to care—not just telling them. Teach them early so they grow into men who heal, not harm.” — Tonto Dikeh I’m raising my son to be kind and gentle. He learns to cook, clean, care, and listen. These are not just for girls. A good man should know how to take care of others too. I teach him to speak calmly, to never raise his hand in anger, and to always respect women. When I’m not feeling well, he holds my hand, brings me water, and covers me with a blanket. My little king in the making. These are the habits I’m planting in him. That’s how real men are made. Wow 👏👏💖💖 #RaisingBoysRight #SoftnessIsStrength #RaisingGentlemen #BoysCanBeKind #RealMenCare #TeachThemYoung #LoveHeals #TontoDikehWords

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Let me tell you a Moonlight Story 🌙 🥰🔥 Title: The Prince and the Forbidden Flame" Once upon a time, under the whispering baobab trees of Ujamaa Kingdom, there lived a noble prince named Jabari. He was brave, wise, and destined to rule after his father, King Omotayo. The kingdom adored him, yet tradition bound his every move—especially when it came to choosing a wife. Now, in the outskirts of the kingdom lived Abeni, a girl marked by the elders as an outcast. Her mother had broken tribal laws long ago, and though Abeni was innocent, she bore the curse of her lineage. She lived in the shadows of society, her presence always met with silence or stares. But Abeni had a rare gift—she could speak to animals and heal the wounded with herbs known only to the forest. One fateful night, Prince Jabari was hunting in the forest when a lion attacked his party. He was badly wounded and separated from his guards. Abeni found him unconscious by the river and tended to him with her secret herbs. She saved his life. For days, he stayed with her in her humble hut, watching her speak to birds, dance with butterflies, and heal with love. He fell in love—not with her beauty alone, but with her spirit. When he returned to the palace, his heart longed for Abeni. He announced his intent to marry her. The elders protested. The people revolted. “An outcast cannot sit on the throne!” they cried. But Jabari stood firm. He challenged the council to a test of purity. “Let the river gods judge us,” he said. “If Abeni is truly cursed, the sacred river will reject her.” On the day of the trial, all gathered by the great River Orun. The priestess invoked the gods. Abeni stepped into the water—it shimmered gold around her feet, and the winds danced in song. The gods had spoken. The people bowed. The king wept. Jabari and Abeni married beneath the full moon, surrounded by the laughter of spirits and ancestors. She became not only his queen, but the kingdom’s most beloved healer. From then on, Ujamaa no longer judged bloodlines, only hearts.

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AFTER LEAVING HIS WIFE PENNILESS, HE MET HER YEARS LATER—AND COULDN’T BELIEVE HIS EYES Arthur had always prided himself on being the master of his own destiny. Even during his college years, he commanded attention with his sharp business instincts. While his classmates buried themselves in books, Arthur was already immersed in entrepreneurial ventures—flipping cars one week, assembling custom computers the next. It was during this phase of his life that he met Michelle. Unlike Arthur’s flashy and superficial girlfriends, Michelle was a quiet, hardworking student majoring in foreign languages. Her modesty set her apart, and to Arthur, she was intriguing in a way he hadn’t expected. He pursued her with charm and persistence. Michelle, dazzled by the attention of the campus’s most popular guy, quickly fell for him. “You’re so beautiful,” Arthur would say, dismissing her studies with a wave of his hand. “Why waste your time in school? Marry me, and I’ll take care of everything.” Michelle hesitated. “I want to work as a translator,” she said shyly. “I want to connect with people from all over the world.” Arthur laughed. “You can practice your languages with my business partners.” Eventually, she gave in. They married, and life seemed full of promise. Money was never a problem, and soon their first child, Dimka, was born. Michelle embraced motherhood wholeheartedly. When their daughter, Lenochka, arrived a few years later, her days became consumed with caring for two young children. Michelle once considered hiring a nanny to balance work and parenting, but Arthur shut the idea down. “Kids need their mother,” he insisted. While Michelle poured herself into raising their family, Arthur threw himself into his business—or so he claimed. He always seemed to have funds for luxury items like a new car or a state-of-the-art TV. Yet when Michelle asked for something as small as a new hairdryer, he’d scoff and say, “The old one works just fine.” Years passed, and the children grew older. Michelle began to feel an aching loneliness. Arthur’s time at home dwindled, and when he was there, his phone never left his hand. Any suggestion of a date night or family outing was met with a firm “I’m too busy.” Somehow, though, he always found time for his friends. Then, one day, Arthur dropped a bombshell. “We need to split up,” he said bluntly. “I’m tired of this family routine. I have my own life to live, and I need my freedom.” Michelle was stunned. “Split up? What do you mean? What about the kids? What about us?” “You’re a mother. You’ll figure it out,” Arthur said with a shrug. That same evening, he packed his belongings and left without looking back. At least he left her the house—but not a single penny to her name. Michelle’s once-comfortable life fell apart in an instant. Desperate to provide for her children, she scoured the city for work, often leaving Dimma and Lessie with a kind neighbor. Eventually, she landed a job as a cleaner at a shopping mall, but it wasn’t enough. She started working night shifts to make ends meet, and the exhaustion quickly took its toll. Just when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, tragedy struck. Michelle received a devastating call from her mother about her beloved grandfather. Overwhelmed by grief, she summoned every ounce of strength to carry on. When she visited the notary’s office to settle her grandfather’s affairs, she received the surprise of her life. It turned out her grandfather had been quietly investing in company shares for years. He left his entire fortune to Michelle. Determined to rebuild her life, Michelle used the inheritance wisely. She took professional development courses to re-enter her field and invested part of the money in a small neighborhood café. The café thrived and quickly became a local favorite. One busy afternoon, Michelle was behind the counter when the chime of the doorbell signaled new guests. She looked up to greet them—and froze. Standing in the doorway was Arthur, arm in arm with a striking young blonde. “Good afternoon. What can I get for you?” Michelle asked, her voice calm and professional. Arthur glanced up from the menu, doing a double take when he recognized her. “Michelle? Are you working here as a waitress?” he asked with thinly veiled smugness. “Yes, I work here,” she replied evenly. “What would you like to order?” Arthur smirked. “Two cappuccinos and some croissants. Well, well—how the tables have turned. I assumed you were still scrubbing floors. Guess this is an upgrade, huh?” The blonde laughed, clearly enjoying the joke. “Your order will be ready shortly,” Michelle said, turning toward the counter. When she returned with their drinks and pastries, Arthur couldn’t resist another jab. “You seem to be doing okay. Maybe serving coffee really is your true calling.” CONTINUE THE STORY IN THE COMMENTS BELOW! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW S3DUC3D HIM UNTIL HE GOT HER PREGNANT. 1 Veronica was not your typical mother-in-law. I mean, not every mother-in-law is the same; some come with prayers, wrappers, and love, while others come with lipstick, secrets, and destr--uction. Veronica was the second kind. She was the kind of woman who never accepted she was old, always saying things like, "I'm still h--ot," or "I'm still in town." She dressed like a teenager: short, see-through skirts, crop tops, long eyelashes, and heavy makeup that made people stare. She walked like the streets still belonged to her, spoke with bold confidence, and never accepted that age had touched her. She didn't visit her daughters like a normal mother; she showed up like she was coming for a nightclub audition. To Veronica, her daughter's husband wasn't family; he was an opportunity, another fine man she could lay in b--ed with. And she did it – not once, not twice, but multiple times. She wasn't just a problem; she was a st--orm. Meanwhile, across town, Nancy, her daughter, lived a very different life. Nancy was the kind of woman every man would be proud to have. Her skin was smooth like ripe mango, and her smile could calm a crying baby. She was kind, quiet, and very hardworking. Everyone who met her said the same thing: "This girl is wife material." Nancy had a man, his name was Aika. He was tall like a coconut tree, with skin that shone like polished wood. His voice was soft, his steps gentle, and his heart was full of love. He had big houses, fine cars, big businesses, and plenty of money in the bank. But above all, he had only one thing in mind: to marry Nancy and start a peaceful life with her. Nancy had everything a young woman could wish for: a good job, a gentle man, and a heart full of joy. But inside her chest, under her happiness, there was a small fear, a quiet fear that stayed like a lizard behind cardboard. That fear was her mother, Veronica. Veronica was her mother by b--lood, yes, but she was not like other mothers. She was different, and Nancy knew deep down in her heart that if anything was ever going to spoil her joy, it would come from that woman. But she never said it out loud; she just smiled and kept planning her wedding. Veronica was not a mother like Mama Anki or Mama Zab; she was different, very different. She had Nancy when she was just a small girl herself, a teenager. Her parents chased her out of the house when they saw her belly growing like a yam. She cried, she begged, but they shut the door and told her, "Go and face what you started." From that day, Veronica began to suffer under the hot sun. She carried oranges on her head, she sold sachet water in traffic, she begged strangers for coins. Her feet were always dusty, and her stomach always empty. But Veronica had something: beauty. She was fine, too fine. Her skin glowed, her bo--dy curved like a question mark, and men started to notice. One man came one night; he offered her food and a soft bed, but he wanted her bo--dy in return. She agreed. That night, her life changed. That was how Veronica entered the world of easy money: one man today, another man tomorrow. She began to wear short clothes, paint her li--ps red like tomatoes, and walk with her che--st high like a peacock. She went from sleeping on cartons to sleeping in hotels, from begging for food to buying fried rice at night. To be continued after 20 shares...

SHE HAD S£X WITH HER DOG EVERYDAY UNTIL IT... 4 whispering things to him she wouldn't dare say to anyone else. Max was more than just a pet; he was her companion, her protector, and in some strange way, he filled a part of her that no one else could. Rachel knew it wasn't normal. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't help it. Max had been with her through everything—through her loneliness, through the heartbreaks, and even through her struggle to open up to Daniel. Daniel came back from work tired and frustrated from a long day. As soon as he stepped into the house, Max started barking loudly, just like he always did. Read the final episode on— bcdblog. ng — It was non-stop, and Daniel had reached his limit. He clenched his fists, trying to stay calm, but the noise was too much. "Enough!" Daniel shouted. "I can't take this anymore!" Rachel rushed to calm Max down, but it was too late. Daniel turned to her, his face red with anger. "You need to leave, Rachel. I'm done with you and that dog of yours." Rachel's heart sank. "Daniel, please," she begged. "Max didn't mean anything by it. He's just protective." "Protective?" Daniel scoffed. "He's out of control. And you—I don't even know what's going on behind closed doors between you two. It's like you care more about that dog than anything else." "That's not true," Rachel cried. "I love you, Daniel. Please don't make me leave. I'll figure something out, I promise." But Daniel shook his head. "No, Rachel. I'm done. I can't live like this anymore with you and your stupid, overprotective dog. It's too much." Rachel's eyes filled with tears as she realized Daniel wasn't going to change his mind. She tried one last time to beg him, but he pointed to the door. "Go away. I don't want you here anymore." With her heart breaking, Rachel gathered her things, and with Max by her side, she walked out of Daniel's house. A few months later, Rachel met a new man named Robert. She loved him deeply and felt ready to change her life. Read the final episode on— bcdblog.ng — She was tired of the way things had been, especially the strange relationship she had with Max. Determined to make things work this time, she focused on her new relationship. After a few months of dating, Robert proposed to her, and Rachel, filled with excitement, immediately shared the news with her best friend Angela. She couldn't wait to tell her, but along with the good news, Rachel felt the need to confess something she had been hiding for a long time. During their conversation, Rachel told Angela about her past life with Max, explaining how she had become too close to the dog in a way that wasn't normal. Bcdblog Family Page. Angela was shocked and surprised by what she heard but listened carefully as Rachel begged her not to tell anyone. Rachel knew her relationship with Max had been wrong, and she wanted to move on, to start fresh with Robert. Angela, still processing the information, promised she wouldn't tell anyone. She encouraged Rachel to deal with the situation fully, but Rachel asked for time. She wanted to leave that part of her life behind and focus on building a new future with Robert, hoping things would be different this time around. As they were walking down the street, Angela casually said, "Let me see this man you've been talking so much about." Rachel smiled, excited to show her friend the man she was going to marry. She pulled out her phone and opened a picture of Robert, handing it to Angela. The moment Angela saw the picture, her heart skipped a beat. Bcdblog Family Page. She tried to hide her reaction, but inside she was shocked. Bcdblog Stories. Robert wasn't just any man—he was her crush, someone she had admired from afar for months. She had never mentioned him to Rachel because she hadn't expected their paths to cross like this, but now, seeing Robert as Rachel's fiancé, Angela felt a mix of jealousy and disappointment. She kept her face calm, though, and handed the phone back to Rachel, pretending everything was fine. "He looks nice," Angela said, forcing a smile, but deep down she was struggling with the news. From that day on, Angela started planting seeds of doubt in Rachel's mind. To be continued» READ THE FINAL EPISODE ON 👉 bcdblog.ng

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