Listen up, Men! A Woman Submits to the Man She Fears—Not the One Who Loves or Spends on Her

You’ve been lied to. They told you that if you love a woman, spend on her, and protect her, she will respect and submit to you. But reality tells a different story.

A man who leads with love and provision alone is setting himself up for disrespect. He asks his wife for water, and she points at the dispenser, telling him she’s not his slave. Yet, when she gets to work, her boss barely coughs, and she’s rushing to make him coffee, smiling like an obedient servant.

Now here’s the irony—her husband gives her 10 TIMES the amount she makes at work. But who does she respect more? The boss.

Why? Because submission is triggered by authority, not by love or financial provision. Women don’t submit to love—they submit to power.

A woman must FEAR losing you. She must recognize that you are above her, not beside her. If she senses that you are too emotionally invested, too giving, too “understanding,” she will begin to disrespect you.

Stop thinking money and kindness will buy loyalty. Set boundaries, demand respect, and make her EARN everything. That’s how a woman stays in her place.

If she doesn’t respect you, walk away and let her chase a weaker man. But never become that weaker man.

Aklahyel Goni

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They buried Chief Okeke at dawn, but by nightfall, his body was back on the veranda—eyes wide open, mouth full of sand, and flies buzzing around like he never left.
CHAPTER ONE
Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The first person to see the body was Mazi Ude, the village night watchman. He screamed once—sharp and loud—then took off running barefoot through the red sand, shouting, “Abomination! Tufia! Chief Okeke has returned!”
People gathered, drawn by the noise. Old women clutched their wrappers tighter. Young boys climbed the guava trees for a better look. The elders arrived in silence, their faces heavy with meaning. They looked at the body, then at each other.

“This is not ordinary,” Elder Nwosu said, squatting beside the corpse. “The gods have rejected him.”

The corpse lay stiff, not smelling of decay, but of palm oil and dust. His eyes were open. His skin, cold. But the strangest thing? His fingers clutched at the earth, as though he had dragged himself out of the grave.

Chief Okeke wasn’t just any man in Umuama. He was the lion. The voice that roared during village meetings. The wallet that bought silence. The hand that fed both the church and the council. He rose from nothing. From the child of a poor farmer to a man whose house had twenty-two rooms and a compound wide enough to host a football tournament.

But in his rise, he spat on many things. Especially the old ways.
"These rituals are for fools," he would say. "We have churches now. Hospitals. Banks. What will kola nut do for me that money cannot?"
When his father died, he invited a bishop from Enugu, dressed in gold robes, who spoke in tongues. No kola. No egwú. No consultation. Just hymns, glass coffins, and photo banners.
The old men watched in silence. The dibia, Ezenwa, turned his back that day and said nothing.

When his mother passed, he hurried the burial again. Hired white caterers. Flown-in musicians. And when someone mentioned "Ikwa Ozu," he laughed. "My mother does not need dance in the grave.

THEY CALLED HIM A FAILURE. BUT GOD HAD OTHER PLANS

In 1991, he was fired from his job at a petrol station.

In 1995, he failed in business and was deep in debt.

In 1996, he lost his father.

In 1997, his girlfriend dumped him because he was broke.

In 1998, he applied for a police job, was rejected.

He tried to get into the military,they turned him down.

He applied to KFC with 24 others. 23 were accepted.

He was the only one rejected.

But today, that same man is one of the richest people in China.

His name? Jack Ma, Founder of Alibaba Group.

The man they said “no” to became a global inspiration.

Who told you it’s too late?

Who said you’re not qualified?

Who decided that your failure is final?

God writes the best stories with the worst beginnings.

So pick yourself up.

You’re not done. You’re just under construction.

And when God is done building you, even those who rejected you will recommend you.

Your story is not over.

Stay in the game.

Immanuela Nwaigwe FIMC, CMC
Women Development Coach/Management Consultant.
I teach women personal development and how to build 7 figure online brands with their knowledge, skills,experiences and expertise.z

JASMINE CHAPTER 2

“Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke.

“Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.”

“Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.”

“Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed.

I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her.

“So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked.

“Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied.

“That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?”

“He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.”

“And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?”

“He was the one who proposed the hotel.”

“Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.”

“There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled.

“So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked.

“No, I need it just for two months.”

“Two months? What for?”

She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel.

“So, were you going to date him?” I asked.

“No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied.

“Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke.

“What?!” She was dumbfounded.

“Yes.”

“But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.”

“Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad.

“What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her.

“It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad.

“That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked.

“Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically.

“Alright, she can move in with us.”

“Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.”

That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately.

“Permission to come in.” I spoke.

“Permission granted.” She laughed.

I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her.

“Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted.

“Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?”

“Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.”

“Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked.

“In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.”

“Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.”

“Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?”

“Today.”

“Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?”

“Alright, bye.”

I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home.

I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia.

“Good evening, sir.” She greeted.

But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before.

TO BE CONITNUED.

It’s best to stay at least 48–72 hours after a vaginal birth, and 3–5 days after a C-section.

Even when there are no complications during child birth, it is still very important you stay for close monitoring.

For You (The Mother)

1. Bleeding (Lochia): Bleeding should be reducing, not increasing. No large clots.

2. Uterus Firmness: Your uterus should be firm and shrinking.

3. Pain Management: Your pain (whether from vaginal delivery or C-section) should be under control.

4. No Signs of Infection:

No fever

No foul-smelling vaginal discharge

No redness, pain, or swelling in the C-section wound or perineal area

5. Blood Pressure & Sugar: Should be stable, especially if you had preeclampsia or gestational diabetes.

6. Passing Urine & Stool Comfortably: Make sure you can pee and poop without difficulty.

7. Breastfeeding Initiation: Baby latching well, no cracked or painful nipples.

8. Mental & Emotional Well-being: No severe anxiety, sadness, or mood swings (postpartum blues are normal, but severe depression signs need attention).

9. Mobility: You should be able to walk, move, and care for yourself without difficulty.

For Baby

1. Breastfeeding: Baby is latching and feeding well.

2. Pee & Poop: Baby has started passing urine and meconium (first stool).

3. Temperature & Vitals: Baby’s temperature, breathing, and heart rate are stable.

4. Jaundice Check: No visible yellowing of the skin and eyes.

5. Weight: Baby’s weight loss is within normal range (up to 10% loss in the first few days is okay but should be monitored).

6. Cord Care: No infection or foul smell from the umbilical cord stump.

7. Screening Tests: Newborn screening tests (like hearing test, metabolic screening, etc.) are done.

8. No Breathing Difficulty: Baby is breathing comfortably without grunting or flaring nostrils.

Never hesitate to ask the nurses and doctors about anything you’re unsure of instead of asking that your aunty in the village

Alagba Peace Chisom

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No matter how small you start, always dream big.

If You Marry for Love—You Lose. Marriage Is Not Romance. It’s a Strategic Investment.

Let’s stop deceiving ourselves.

Love is not enough.

Romance won’t sustain you.

And marriage built on feelings will collapse under pressure.

Because marriage isn’t an emotional experiment.

It’s a power move.

1. Feelings Fade—Structure Stays

You’re happy today. Great.

But what happens when money gets tight?

What happens when you lose your job?

What happens when she wakes up and says, “I’m not in love anymore”?

If your marriage was built on butterflies, expect it to collapse once the wind changes.

Love is a spark. But marriage needs fuel.

Vision. Structure. Alignment. Sacrifice. Strategy.

2. If You’re 70 and You Marry 30—Your Household Is 50

Let’s talk logic.

You’re wise. She’s fresh.

But instead of raising your stock, she drops the average.

You’re thinking legacy—she’s thinking TikTok.

You’re building wealth—she’s building “influencer reels.”

(She’s not even ready to build it into a media business.)

You’ve seen war—she’s crying because you forgot to comment on her new selfie.

And now you’re stuck in a marriage that drags you backward.

Because you married vibes—not vision.

3. Marriage Is a Merger—Not a Movie

When two become one, it’s not about hugs and kisses.

It’s about merging empires. Consolidating influence.

Combining assets. Multiplying momentum.

Even the Bible said:

“One will chase a thousand, two will chase ten thousand.”

But what if the “two” is a liability?

What if she’s chasing dopamine instead of purpose?

What if she’s more obsessed with matching pajamas than matching values?

Now, you’re running with dead weight.

Fighting alone. Providing alone. Planning alone.

And she’s somewhere saying,
“I don’t like forcing things.”

4. Modern Girls Don’t Grind—They Ghost

Let’s be real.

Many modern women want:

• Love with no labor
• Comfort with no contribution
• Leadership with no loyalty

She wants a soft life—but won’t lift a finger.

She’s jobless, but has high taste.

She’s broke, but her demands come in six figures.

She says you’re stressing her mental health—because you asked about her career goals.

Try to build with her, and she’ll say,
“This isn’t flowing naturally. I need space.”

5.Her Submission Is a “Maybe”

Her obligations are “Optional”

Today’s woman wants:

• To reply when she feels like
• To submit if the vibe is right
• To bear children only when convenient
• To pause the relationship if she’s “not in the mood”

Any hint of hardship, she’s gone.

Any serious talk, she’s “emotionally unavailable.”

Any call for accountability, she’s “being controlled.”

And if you dare lead with firmness?

She’ll tell Twitter you’re a narcissist.

6. Dysfunction Is the New Normal

Many modern girls were raised in chaos.

Divorced parents. Absent fathers.

Traumatized mothers.

And instead of healing, they brought that chaos into dating.

So when you show up with purpose and structure?

She calls it “too much.”

She wants a soft man who’s strong.

A rich man who’s humble.

A loyal man who doesn’t ask questions.

She wants everything—but gives almost nothing.

So Here’s the Brutal Truth:

Marriage is a system.

If you don’t build it with strategy, it will collapse in drama.

Stop marrying for butterflies.

Start marrying for alignment.

For values. For vision.

Pick a partner who multiplies your purpose—not one who multiplies your pain.

Because at the end of the day…

It’s not who makes your heart skip.

It’s who helps you finish the race.

Marry wisely.

Remember—when it finally comes to a divorce, obligations are enforceable by law, but no one can compel her to keep loving you and riding your joystick that’s insisting she’s the best rider it has ever seen.

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Happy GoodFriday guys. enjoy your Easter season with a deep reflection of what God has done for you and i. A season of love and sharing his goodnews to the nations of the earth. I wish guys a blissful Easter to you and yours. God bless you.

Guys, EVERY SECTOR IS HIGHLY PROFITABLE. Yes.

If you started out as a salary earner, when you get laid off, resign, retire etc. you will find yourself at sea and completely clueless. You will hop into EVERYTHING another person is making money from.

That is NOT how it works.

Your best bet is to focus on learning the business angle of what you are skilled at or have cognate experience in. Some skills like accounting, marketing, admin are useful across ALL sectors. Others are more niche based.

The fastest way to pay bills is for you to learn how to make money from what you already know. Either that or you learn something new from scratch, do an apprenticeship then ultimately branch off on your own. Much time expended.

There is money in palm oil
There is money in fashion design
There is money in mobile toilet
There is money in supply
There is money in events management
There is money in agriculture

The only questions you should be asking is, “how much personal experience do I have with any of these sectors? Do I know the risks associated with that business? Where is my market?”

If the answer is “none,” “no,” “I don’t know,” please face the one wey you sabi, perfect am, market am. The one wey you go use settle bills come buy food join no go pass your power.

And heal your wound, says the Lord Almighty

I will restore your health