IF YOU KEEP PICKING WRONG, READ THIS.


Choosing a partner is one of the most important decisions of your life. But many good women are making bad decisions because something deeper is influencing their choices.

These are 5 things that can cause you to choose the wrong partner even when you’re praying, fasting, and “doing everything.”

1. YOUR EMOTIONS

The moment you feel something strong, you stop seeing clearly. You start making excuses to cover up red flags because you don't want to lose this thing you feel for him.

If emotions are driving the car, wisdom is probably tied up in the boot. And that is exactly the case for many ladies.

Your emotions are good and what makes you human but you need to gain mastery over it else it will keep making you choose the wrong partners.

2. UNMET NEEDS

Some of the worst relationships you’ll ever enter are the ones you walk into with an empty cup.
Because when you’re thirsty, even p0ison can look like water.

When you have unmet needs, your definition and perception of love are altered and you will confuse so many things for love.

3. YOU’RE STILL IN YOUR FANTASY STAGE

A lot of women fall in love with the idea of a man, not the reality of who he is. You picture a wedding with him, future kids, matching Ankara, and couple selfies…

But you never stopped to ask: Is this man truly ready for what I’m praying for? Sometimes, you’re not choosing him - you’re choosing your hope.

So as long as he matches the idea of the man you fantasize about, you intentionally close your eyes to other important things and hope that helps changes later.

4. TRAUMA YOU HAVEN’T HEALED FROM

Unhealed trauma can distort a lot. You’ll think you’re following your heart, and even feel “peace” and use it as a confirmation….

But it’s your w0unds that are choosing for you because it has seen something “familiar”.

Your nervous system isn’t looking for love… it’s looking for what it knows. And until you do the healing work, your past will keep hijacking your future.

5. PRESSURE (FROM SOCIETY, FRIENDS, FAMILY OR EVEN YOURSELF)

When you’re close to your 30s and people keep asking “when are you getting married?”, it messes with your peace.

You start feeling like you’re behind. You lower your standards. You rush, settle, and pick out of fear. And the worst part? You start seeing the wrong person as “good enough” After all no one is perfect, right? All because you’re trying to meet a deadline.
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For how long will you keep allowing your emotions to affect your relationship choices? What unmet need is influencing your choice?

Is something from the past making you reject what is safe, good, and real? Then making you choose what isn't good for you?

How about pressure to be married? Are you giving in already?

Dont fall for Filter

Jojo had been chatting with a fine babe on Facebook for three months. Her pictures, Fire
Skin smooth like pounded yam, eyes like angel’s torchlight, lips like jollof rice calling your name. He was in love digital love.

So, on a sunny Sunrday, he told his guy, “lBro, today is the day. I’m finally meeting her. She said she’s coming in purple

They waited under the tree with Jojo glued to his phone, staring at her profile picture like it was a treasure map. Then suddenly...

She’s here ...Jojo's friend whispered, pointing at someone walking like she borrowed the body from her grandma and the face from a horror movie

Jojo squinted. Humm..Yes oh, that’s her… but e be like Facebook lyed o. Maybe her app has too many filters

Meanwhile, the lady was also side-eyeing the street.

Where is this guy? If he doesn’t come in 5 minutes, I’m going back to my spiritual husband

Don't fall in love with emojis and filters. Meet in real life before you donate your heart online

Title: My Arranged Marriage
Episode 1: The Day My Bride Brought Her Ex to Our Wedding

I always knew my family was chaotic, but I didn’t know they were diabolical until the day I walked into my own wedding and nearly fainted. Not because of cold feet — but because the bride, the woman I was supposed to marry, was sitting on the stage laughing with her ex-boyfriend, whom she brought along like a plus-one.

Yes, her ex. To our wedding.

Let me start from the beginning.

It began two months ago when Mama burst into my room like a hurricane dressed in Ankara and holy anointing.
"Obinna, your bachelorhood is a spiritual attack!"
She clutched her Bible and her phone, scrolling through WhatsApp pictures of potential wives like it was Tinder for African mothers.

I was 29, a civil engineer in Lagos, and deeply single—not because I couldn't find love, but because the last girl I loved used my rent money to buy a Brazilian wig and disappeared with a sugar daddy who sold building materials.

So, when Mama insisted on arranging a marriage, I laughed. Until Papa added his voice.
“If you don’t marry before July, forget your inheritance. We will donate your land to the church!”

July was two months away.

That was how I met Amaka.
Photos first. Then video calls. She was pretty. Soft-spoken. From Enugu. A nurse. And, according to her mother, a virgin. (My cousin Ugochi whispered, “Aunty, check that thing well. These days, even calculators reset.”)

I agreed to meet her. She smiled, giggled, and spoke gently. But something felt... rehearsed. Like she was playing a role.

Still, the wedding date was fixed. Invitations printed. Cow bought. Church booked. DJ paid. Mama danced every night to Flavour’s songs as if the wedding was her own.

And then the big day came.

The hall glittered with decorations. Guests arrived in gele and agbada. My friends teased me “Obinna, you go finally chop life!”

Then I saw her. Amaka. Dressed in white. Gorgeous. Smiling. Until I noticed the man sitting beside her, whispering in her ear and holding her hand.

I frowned.
“Who is that?” I asked my brother.

My brother squinted. “I think he came with the bride.”

“Came with the"

Before I could finish, Mama appeared beside me, all smiles and sweat. “You look handsome, my son. Now go and smile at your bride.”

“I will smile after I know who that guy is.”

Mama hissed and walked off.

So, I marched up to Amaka, heart racing. “Who is this?”

She blinked, calm. “Oh! Meet Chuka. My best friend. He’s like… family.”

Chuka stood, extended his hand, smiling like a goat that just chewed your exam script. “Nice to meet you, bro.”

Bro?

I ignored his hand. “Can we talk privately?”

Amaka sighed, dragged me aside, and said the thing that nearly made me remove my agbada and run home in boxers.

“I invited him because... well... he’s important to me. We dated for six years. He’s the one who taught me how to love. But my parents didn’t approve. So I had to settle for this... arrangement.”

I stood still, blinking.
“Settle?”

“Yes,” she said. “But you’re kind. You’ll understand.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I did not understand.

My uncle, who saw me shaking like a leaf, whispered, “Is it heartbreak or hunger? Should we bring you small jollof rice to calm your nerves?”

I wanted to run, but the hall was full, the gifts were stacked, and the caterers were serving. A pastor was waiting. A crowd was watching.

Then I remembered what my grandmother once said:
“If you must embarrass the devil, do it with boldness.”

So, I climbed the stage, grabbed the mic, and said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming. But I just found out that I am not the main actor in this wedding. I am an extra.”

Gasps.

Chuka choked on his zobo. Amaka’s face turned pale. Mama tried to grab the mic, but I raised my hand dramatically.

“This wedding is cancelled. But don’t worry there’s plenty of food. Eat, drink, and take selfies. Just know that Obinna has left the chat!”

I walked out, head high, heart free. That night, I ate the wedding jollof alone in my boxers and watched Nollywood movies till 2 a.m.

A week later, I met Adaeze, my neighbor who had always lent me pepper without asking for it back. She knocked on my door with a plate of hot rice and a smile.

And guess what?

DAUGHTERS OF JEZEBEL
(Campus war )

Episode 15

Boss here is the boy they said while they were already forcing Dominic Bawa to go down on his knees. Blind folded him. Guys I told you people that I need money like m@d!!! I don't think the money they are going to pay us for this job will be enough. Let's use one stone to keel two birds. Collect hid phone let's call his family member for a ransom and after they send it then we can kpai him.Where is your phone!!! they shouted at him. In.... In ..... Inside my bag !! please don't keel me Dominic begged for his life. They brought out his phone and dial the recent contact which is his poor widow mother 🥹. Hello Dominic how are you doing? Now listen to me!!! this is not Dominic Bawa but he is in our custody. Say hello!! Say hello!! he shouted at Dominic while putting the phone on his ear. ( Remember he is not seeing 🥹 ). Hello mu....mmy he said stammering. Dominic what is happening to you his mother said this time she was already crying . Now you listen to me you this old woman. I will send you an account number right now and you have just ten minutes to transfer the sum of five hundred thousand into it else you will come to the campus and carry your son's d ea d body. Aaaaaaaah his mother shouted. Dominic could hear his mother crying on phone and him too was crying. The most painful part wasn't him being kid n a p e d but hearing his mother cry.
Please don't keel my son for me!!! I don't have money... I'm just a poor widow and that boy doesn't have a father!!! He is only lucky to get into that university by God's miraculous work... He is on scholarship please don't cut short his life for me... His father left me in this world and loosing him I don't think I can't survive it please have mercy on a poor widow . As tears were rushing down his mother's eyes over there on phone so likewise Dominic was crying . But he was also praying in his mind.
It seems the voice of your son is not enough right?? I will snap his picture of him I have here with me and send it to you on through his Whatsapp and the next thing you will hear is g u n shot. Heeeeeeeeeeey God please save my son!!! that was the last thing his mother said before the phone was hang up. Where is the picture??? their leader demanded and it was given to him. Is there any need??? Please waste him let's get out of here. Wait!!!!!! he shouted. He beckon on the guy that wanted to pull the trigger to come closer. Are you sure is the person on this picture that is this??? Yes boss. ****!!!!!! he exclaimed. He actually look at the clothes Dominic was wearing and shouted aaaaah it's true!!!!!!. What happened boss and what is true??? We can't keel him! What??? why ??? No harm must come to him not now, nor ever. He dialed Dominic mother's number again. Hello mummy I am very sorry ma! I was playing with your son. Your son is fine and I sorry the shock this must have caused you. Please can I talk to my son??? He will speak to you in few minutes time he said and hang up the phone. Take him and returned him back to where you carried him he commanded. That was how Dominic Bawa was delivered. Now Donatus the leader of this g an g was the same young man that Dominic gave his loaf of bread to when he was going to lecturer earlier in the morning. The very one who was holding his stomach in pain. When he was told that it was the same person that was on the picture, he actually look at Dominic and realized that was exactly the clothes he was putting on earlier today. You remember when David was the king of Israel, when the enemies encamp them at zigla and took away all their belongings including their wives. And God said run after, overtake and recover. You remember it was one of the enemy soldier who fainted on the way and was abandoned that David and his army met, give him bread and water to drink and when he was revived, he showed them how they can conquer and recover all. Just a little help today, just a little act of kindness today might save you tomorrow.
Donatus went straight to lecturer. Nothing! I repeat absolutely nothing must happen to this boy in this campus else you will have me to contend with he said and threw the picture back to her and left in great anger.. indeed his word say in proverbs chapter 16 vs 7 that when a man's way pleases the Lord, he make even his enemy to be at peace with him"..
Hahaha hahaha hahaha lecturer Mariwa laugh. We shall see about that. DOMINIC MUST DYE!!!!

To be continued

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This Gada page speed now is the Bomb, keep it up gada but we will also appreciate if you can work on the picture post, is always coming up as error each time I tried to post a picture. Thankyou Gada for the great opportunity.

Can you name all the people in this picture ??

Fine pictures

AI translation from Hausa to English

*BE CAREFUL WHEN TAKING PHOTOS OF NEWBORNS!!*

This morning, I was called to the home of one Alhaji to examine a baby girl who was born three weeks ago.

When I arrived at the house:

They complained to me that the baby girl seems to have trouble seeing. Since the day of her naming ceremony up to the time I'm sharing this message, her parents have noticed that she doesn't respond to light or to hand movements near her eyes or face.

Because of this, I suggested they consult a pediatrician at Nassarawa Hospital. I called a pediatrician and explained the situation, but he said this case should rather be seen by an eye specialist.

The surprising part that made me share this with you is what the eye specialist said when I called him. He asked, "Did they have a naming ceremony at home?" I said, "Yes, they did, and it was well attended."

Then he said that it's now being observed that many babies who had home naming ceremonies, where the husband’s and wife’s relatives took pictures of the newborns with their phones, end up with visual problems. The flash from phone cameras, especially during the early days or first one or two months of life, can damage the retina—the part of the eye that sends visual information to the brain.

This happens because relatives often insist that the baby open their eyes for a photo, and at that moment, the flash from the phone’s camera can harm the baby's retina.

Taking photos of a baby during the naming ceremony can potentially cause permanent blindness.

Please, let’s be careful. And let’s educate parents and relatives about the dangers of insisting that a newborn open their eyes for photos.

Please share this message so others can benefit.

Abubakar I. Ahmad — SNA Nephrology

Isah Abdullahi Isah

IF YOU KEEP PICKING WRONG, READ THIS.


Choosing a partner is one of the most important decisions of your life. But many good women are making bad decisions because something deeper is influencing their choices.

These are 5 things that can cause you to choose the wrong partner even when you’re praying, fasting, and “doing everything.”

1. YOUR EMOTIONS

The moment you feel something strong, you stop seeing clearly. You start making excuses to cover up red flags because you don't want to lose this thing you feel for him.

If emotions are driving the car, wisdom is probably tied up in the boot. And that is exactly the case for many ladies.

Your emotions are good and what makes you human, but you need to gain mastery over it else it will keep making you choose the wrong partners.

2. UNMET NEEDS

Some of the worst relationships you’ll ever enter are the ones you walk into with an empty cup.
Because when you’re thirsty, even p0ison can look like water.

When you have unmet needs, your definition and perception of love are altered, and you will confuse so many things for love.

3. YOU’RE STILL IN YOUR FANTASY STAGE

A lot of women fall in love with the idea of a man, not the reality of who he is. You picture a wedding with him, future kids, matching Ankara, and couple selfies…

But you never stopped to ask: Is this man truly ready for what I’m praying for? Sometimes, you’re not choosing him - you’re choosing your hope.

So as long as he matches the idea of the man you fantasize about, you intentionally close your eyes to other important things and hope that helps changes later.

4. TRAUMA YOU HAVEN’T HEALED FROM

Unhealed trauma can distort a lot. You’ll think you’re following your heart and even feel “peace” and use it as a confirmation….

But it’s your w0unds that are choosing for you because it has seen something “familiar”.

Your nervous system isn’t looking for love… it’s looking for what it knows. And until you do the healing work, your past will keep hijacking your future.

5. PRESSURE (FROM SOCIETY, FRIENDS, FAMILY OR EVEN YOURSELF)

When you’re close to your 30s and people keep asking “when are you getting married?”, it messes with your peace.

You start feeling like you’re behind. You lower your standards. You rush, settle, and pick out of fear. And the worst part? You start seeing the wrong person as “good enough” After all no one is perfect, right? All because you’re trying to meet a deadline.
=========

For how long will you keep allowing your emotions to affect your relationship choices? What unmet need is influencing your choice?

Is something from the past making you reject what is safe, good, and real? Then making you choose what isn't good for you?

How about pressure to be married? Are you giving in already?

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 6
Grace sat by the window of her empty mansion, staring at the rain as it painted crooked lines down the glass. Three months had passed since the divorce. Three months of silence from her children. Three months of Michael’s unanswered calls piling up in her voicemail.
The house was too big. Too quiet.
She barely ate. Barely slept.
The only person who still visited was Pastor Gideon.
A knock at the door startled her.
Pastor Gideon stood there, his smile wide, his eyes gleaming as they swept over her disheveled appearance—the unwashed hair, the wrinkled clothes, the dark circles under her eyes.
"Sister Grace," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look... tired."
Grace wrapped her arms around herself. "I haven’t been sleeping well."
The pastor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "The devil is attacking your peace. But don’t worry—God has shown me how to help you."
He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his grip just a little too tight.
They sat in the living room; Grace curled into herself on the couch while the pastor paced like a preacher at the pulpit.
"The church is building a new prayer retreat," he said, his voice swelling with false passion. "A holy place where broken souls like yours can find healing."
Grace blinked up at him. "That sounds... nice."
Pastor Gideon smiled. "It will be. But we need your help, Sister Grace. God has placed it on my heart to ask you for a seed offering."
He pulled out a brochure with glossy pictures of the planned retreat—a grand building with marble floors and golden accents.
Grace frowned. "How much?"
The pastor’s grin widened. "Thirty million naira."
Grace’s breath caught. That was more than half of what Michael had given her.
But the pastor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This is your chance to buy back God’s favor, Grace. After everything—the divorce, your children abandoning you—don’t you want to be right with the Lord again?"
Grace’s hands trembled.
She thought of Sarah’s laughter. Michael’s arms around her. The family she threw away.
Maybe... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe giving this money would fix things.
She nodded slowly.
Pastor Gideon’s eyes glinted.
Two weeks later, he returned.
This time, he arrived with a prayer group—three women from the church who circled Grace, laying hands on her, speaking in tongues.
"You have a spiritual blockage," the pastor declared. "A curse from your past life is stopping your blessings!"
Grace flinched as the women’s fingers pressed into her skin.
"How... how do I break it?" she whispered.
Pastor Gideon sighed, as if burdened by the weight of her sin. "It will require a mighty sacrifice. Twenty million naira. To cleanse your spirit."
Grace’s stomach twisted. That was nearly all she had left.
But the women nodded solemnly, their eyes wide with manufactured concern.
"God is waiting for your obedience, Sister Grace," one murmured.
Tears spilled down Grace’s cheeks.
She wrote the check.
A month passed.
Grace’s account was almost empty.
She hadn’t paid her electricity bill. The fridge was bare. The mansion felt like a tomb.
When Pastor Gideon came again, she was sitting in the dark.
"Sister Grace," he said, his voice oozing false sympathy. "You look worse."
Grace didn’t answer.
The pastor sat beside her, sighing heavily. "I’ve been praying for you. God has revealed the final step to your freedom."
Grace turned hollow eyes toward him.
"You must sell this house," he said. "And give the money to the church. It’s the last stronghold of your past life. As long as you live here, the devil will torment you."
Grace’s lips parted in shock.
This house was all she had left.
But the pastor pressed on, his voice smooth as poison. "Your children left you, Grace. Michael abandoned you. But the church has stayed. I have stayed. Who else do you have?"
Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps.
No one.
She had no one.
The papers were signed.
The house sold.
Grace handed every penny to Pastor Gideon, her hands shaking.
He smiled, patting her cheek like a child. "You’ve done well, Sister Grace. God is pleased."
Then he left.
And he never came back.
Grace sat on the floor of a tiny, rented apartment, her back against the wall, staring at her phone.
One missed call from Michael.
One voicemail from Sarah.
She couldn’t bring herself to listen.
Outside, the rain fell harder.
And for the first time, Grace realized the truth:
She had been the prey all along.
her bones clean. Now comes the hunger.......

I marry early, just 20 years old.
My husband na 24 that time.

We love ourself well-well.

E no even reach one month for our marriage, I don carry belle.

We happy as young couple wey dey expect their first pikin. We prepare everything down for the baby.

But na for delivery room my joy begin turn to pain.

I labour for almost 3 days.
When I finally born, na baby boy, but the baby come weak.

Two hours later, my pikin d!e.
I cry tire.
My husband too cry.

But we encourage ourself say, "We go try again."

Six months later, I carry belle again.
After 9 months — another stillbirth.

Third belle, the same thing happen.

Na so my family say, “This marriage no be for you. Come out, go complete your university.”

But I refuse. I love my husband. I believe say better go still happen.

Some people say na spiritual matter.
We begin waka from church to prophet, prayer upon prayer.

Prophet assure us say “This time, e go work.” I carry belle again, the fourth one.

I born the baby, the baby even cry small, but by evening the baby d!e.

Doctor call am “sudden infant death.” No explanation. Just fear.

Na that period doctor advise say make we give gap before we try again.

I tell my husband make we try adopt for now.
Him agree.

I call my cousin wey say she dey work for one motherless home. We give her over 1.6 million. Na so she dupe us carry money vanish.

My husband vex.
Say him no even believe for adoption before, na just to please me. Him say make I no ask am money again.

I begin follow the matter spiritually again.
Different prophecies, no solution.

One day, my friend tell me about one doctor for East wey young girls dey born give away babies for money.

Baby Boy na 1.5 million, girl na 1 million.
She say e legit.

I tell my husband, he say, "I no dey interestedand i no get any money to bring out."

I go borrow money.
I give my friend 600k as first payment.

One week later, na online I see video of my friend—dem dey beat her say she thief her neighbor pikin wan carry come give me.

I shock.
My heart cut.

I run go show my husband. He say, "Better no involve me for this matter"

Next day, police land arrest me.

My husband say, “Follow them go. I go get lawyer.”

I call my family, dem say, “As you no hear word when we try rescue you, make Love bail you out now.”

Just like play, I land prison.
No lawyer.
No family.

My husband visit me only 3 times. After that, silence.

My friend wey thief the baby, her people raise money bail her.

She promise to help me too. Nothing happen.

I stay 5 years for prison for matter I no understand finish.

Just because say I want born, just because say I no get patience, just because say I trust wrong people.

Different NGO dey come prison.
Dem go give us food, tissue, pad — and hope.

Many promise to help me after I share my story. But nothing come out.

Until one day, one woman wey be women advocate listen to me.

She promise to help. I no believe, but she really help me comot from jail.

When I reach house, my husband don move.
Don remarry with three children already.

When I go see am, him say make I find peace. Say our fate no match.

That day, I wan just disappear. I tell the woman wey help me. She say, “Come stay with me.”

She encourage me. Enrol me back for catering school make I refresh my baking skills.
From there I start my small baking business.

But inside me, I still dey cry.
I no even fit look mirror.
I don lose shape, lose beauty, lose hope.

One day, I go deliver wedding cake.

As i reach the venue the people bounce me — say I no fit enter because I look “dirty.” That day, I cry reach house.

I tell myself, “I go change this story.”

I download Pinterest app, dey learn how to dress my body type.

I watch make-up beginners videos.
I start to buy small affordable good clothes.

I begin dey apply simple makeup.
I switch to skin care wey dey moisturize my skin.

I begin see my beauty again.

Customers begin notice.
Begin compliment me.

I start dey take pictures. I start dey smile.

My self-confidence begin return.

One day, I go deliver cake again.
I dress well.

The bride say I fine. Na there one man collect my number, say na for business.

But na love him come find.

Him fine, young, tall — and kind.
I open up tell am everything.

He say, “Your past no be your name.
Let’s build something new.”

Today, I don marry again.
I don born two boys through CS operation.

Dem survive.
My first son na 4 years, second one 2 years.

My husband say no need to born again — these ones complete us. And truly, I no need anything else again.

I don finally become mama.

Today I dey grateful say After all my tough challenges God still change my story.

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To every woman wey don carry belle with joy but return house empty-handed — this message na for you.

The pain of stillbirth no be small thing.

Na one deep wound wey only God fit understand.

Sometimes you go dey ask, “Why me?” Sometimes the silence go loud, the tears go come uninvited.

But make you hear this one: you never fail.
Your womb no betray you.

Your heart still be the heart of a mother.

And even if the world no see your kind of pain, God see am, and He go still comfort you in ways wey go shock you.

To the women wey don lose their self-esteem because dem no get money take take care of their body, or childbirth don change the way dem look —

My sister, remember say your beauty no end for body.

Start small, love yourself again, dress well, start with your budget, manage your weight if necessary.

Self love dey build back self esteem

You go rise again and glow in your own time.

To the women wey their husband don abandon them —

No carry your life hang for one person wey walk away.

God never walk away from you.

Stand up, dust your pain, start again.
Look good, take care of yourself.
You still fit laugh again, love again, and shine again.

To Every Woman and Family wey dey fight silent battles —

May God surprise you with joy wey go wipe all your secret tears.
Amen.

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