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I hope this isn’t one of the products of my oat-sowing days.

Lack of maintenance: the African curse.

There are more important things in life. Make the thing hold on first.

ednut1:
story has been debunked. The man is a lair and scammer

It’s obvious. Nothing about his appearance screams “I just got back.”

Dimaya, how far? Have you found the password to your ideamonster account?

Artiiclebeast:
Demented, jobless urchins recycling fake news for clickbait.

Isn't this the Nigerian oldie that was all over Social media sometime last year?

Bot implementations and Nairaland hasn’t changed. Tufia!

Is the tenant a second wife now or the main one?

Didn’t read. This one is a dissertation.

Trolls on Nairaland believe wives should not work to avoid temptation. They also claim wives should not be stay-at-home partners to avoid them cheating with drivers and gatemen. Make it make sense, please.

blaise26abj:
It is not off point . You are asking people to change their behaviour . You are very funny . Besides why are you triggered ? If you are not badmouthing gyms , then my post should not offend you .

I use a gym . I focus on why I registered . I also see all these things but there is absolutely nothing anyone can do about them except maybe the restacking of weights . As long as humans are involved , these bad things will not stop . This should not discourage serious people from using the gym though .
Someone talked about not letting wives go to the gym because of cheating . A wife that will cheat will cheat no matter the location . I am pretty sure cheating in offices surpasses gyms . Should we stop wives from working too ?

Please, God, no! This will return Africa to the Stone Age. Small internet service we were managing is now down. How will we bridge the knowledge gap between us and developed nations?

I’m interested in visiting this place soon. I’m impressed with what I see on social media. I am not surprised that no Nairaland member has visited. Na una way.

Too long. Didn’t read. Attach a summary next time. Hehehehe.

Purityland:
Purityland Dairies (Issue 017)

We Should Be Having Sex Around Like Dogs Because Of Sexual Compatibility?


The harmattan wind swept across the University of Lagos campus as Adunni hurried to her evening fellowship meeting. At twenty-two, she was known among her peers as the girl who always had the right answers in Bible study, yet tonight she carried a heavy burden in her heart.

"Sister Adunni, you look troubled," observed Pastor Emeka, the youth leader, as the meeting concluded. The other students had dispersed, leaving only the two of them in the small chapel.

Adunni shifted uncomfortably in her plastic chair. "Pastor, I need to talk to someone. It's about Kemi."

Pastor Emeka nodded knowingly. Kemi had been Adunni's roommate until last semester when she moved off-campus with her boyfriend, Tunde.

"She came to see me yesterday," Adunni continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "She said I was being naive about relationships. That I needed to... to test the waters before marriage. She said how would I know if Biodun and I are compatible unless we..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

"Ah," Pastor Emeka said gently, settling back in his chair. "Let me tell you a story my grandmother told me long ago."

**The Story of Two Gardens**

"There was once a young farmer named Chinedu who inherited two plots of land from his father. The first plot was wild and had been worked by many hands over the years—some had planted yams, others had grown maize, and still others had tried cassava. Each farmer had left their mark, depleting the soil in different ways.

The second plot was virgin land, untouched and carefully preserved by his father. 'This land,' his father had told him, 'has been waiting for the right farmer to unlock its potential.'

Chinedu's friends mocked him for considering the virgin land. 'How do you know it's fertile?' they asked. 'The other plot has proven itself. Many have worked it successfully.'

But Chinedu was a patient man. He chose the virgin land.

The first season was challenging. The soil was hard, and Chinedu had to learn its ways. But gradually, as he worked with dedication and love, the land began to yield. By the third season, his harvest was bountiful—richer than anything the other plot had ever produced.

His neighbor, who had chosen the worked land, found himself constantly comparing his crops to previous harvests. 'The farmer before me grew bigger yams,' he would say. 'The one before that had sweeter cassava.' He was never satisfied, always wondering if he could find better soil elsewhere.

But Chinedu knew only his own harvest. He cherished each yam, each grain of maize, because they were born from his exclusive partnership with the land. There was no comparison, no dissatisfaction—only growth, discovery, and deep contentment."

Pastor Emeka looked at Adunni, whose eyes had filled with understanding. "You see, my sister, what your friend calls 'compatibility' is often just another word for comparison. When we give pieces of ourselves to multiple people, we create a garden of comparisons in our hearts."

"But what if Biodun and I aren't... what if we don't match?" Adunni asked.

"Tell me," Pastor Emeka smiled, "when your mother learned to cook your father's favorite soup, did she already know the recipe?"

Adunni shook her head. "She learned his preferences. She adjusted the seasonings over time."

"Exactly. Love is not about finding someone who fits perfectly into your existing mold. It's about two people committed to growing together, learning each other's needs, and creating something beautiful together. This applies to every aspect of marriage—including intimacy."

Three months later, Adunni ran into Kemi at the Shoprite in Victoria Island. Her former roommate looked tired, her eyes lacking their usual spark.

"Adunni! How are you?" Kemi's smile seemed forced.

"I'm well, by God's grace. How are you and Tunde?"

Kemi's expression darkened. "We broke up last month. He said I wasn't... he compared me to his ex-girlfriend." She paused, then added bitterly, "And honestly, I found myself comparing him to others too. Nothing felt... pure anymore."

Adunni's heart broke for her friend. "I'm sorry, Kemi. But it's not too late. God's mercies are new every morning."

"For some of us, maybe it's already too late," Kemi whispered.

"No," Adunni said firmly, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "God specializes in restoration. He can make all things new—including our hearts and our capacity for pure love."

Six months later, Adunni stood in the bridal suite of the Redeemed Christian Church of God, adjusting her white gele. Through the window, she could see the guests arriving for her wedding to Biodun.

Her mother entered, carrying a small wrapped package. "This is from Kemi," she said. "She couldn't make it, but she wanted you to have this."

Inside was a small leather journal with a note: "For your garden of discovery. Thank you for showing me that purity isn't about perfection—it's about preservation. May your marriage be like virgin soil, yielding harvests that belong only to you and Biodun."

As the organ began to play and Adunni walked down the aisle toward Biodun, she thought about the garden analogy. Tonight, they would begin tending their own exclusive garden—not comparing, not competing, but growing together in the beautiful mystery of covenant love.

Years later, as she counseled young women in her church, Adunni would always begin with this truth: "God's design for intimacy isn't restrictive—it's protective. He knows that the most beautiful gardens are those tended by faithful hands, watered by commitment, and harvested in the safety of covenant love."

The Sunday service was packed as usual at the Deeper Life Bible Church in Surulere. Pastor Emeka, now the senior pastor, was delivering his message on "God's Design for Relationships." In the third row sat Adunni and Biodun with their two children, their faces glowing with the contentment that comes from walking in God's ways.

A few rows behind them, Kemi sat with her husband—a godly man who had loved her enough to wait while she healed and rediscovered the value of purity. Her journey had been longer and more difficult, but God's grace had indeed made all things new.

As the service ended, the congregation sang: "Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father, there is no shadow of turning with Thee."

*Reflections*

We must understand that God's ways are always best—not because they are easy, but because they lead to the deepest joy and most lasting satisfaction the human heart can know. Don't be fooled by folks encouraging fornication with claims of "you need to know if you are sexually compatible before getting married". For many of them, even after sleeping with all members of the opposite gender in the world, none of them will be compatible with their insatiable lustful cravings.

*Purityland Confessions*
I choose the way of the LORD

Once it enters my account, na to blow am on perfume, women and drinks. I waited so long for the payment that I finally got a job out of frustration.

Rubbish news created to trend. Can that policeman help him if he decides to slap a politician?

Chilipepper:
"A high rank officer just tell me something now; i can help you in anything, but don't let woman die in your house martins” The stuff still dey ring for my head up till now bro!!

Seun:
Cute. I have a special attraction to the Toyota Highlanders.

Why is the bot deleting all my comments?

I ate GDP yesterday. Tastiest meal I’ve ever had.

It’s a good thing that every opinion on the internet isn’t true.

Sagefromtheeast:
You're deceiving yourself,my friend.
Whoever taught you that has ruined you, irredeemably!

Remote work.

Edoblakky:
I hope you also work alone and earn and spend it in a vacuum?

The Bible tells us to avoid sin. I’m playing my part.

Pharaoh4rin:
You ain't real niggaarr. If you can control yourself in the multitude of sinners like Abraham and Lot did in gomorrah, then you're the best. If you could control yourself but only in isolation, then you're not in control

The second story didn’t end.


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Very lazy things. The worst is one doesn’t have to date them. Once they believe you’re doing well aka content, they add their responsibilities to yours.

Men lie to women because the sky is blue.



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No man is an island and that is why I have the internet to teach me new skills. I look better than most people who go to the gym and I’m more motivated. The same with prayers.

Kimo21:
I won’t advise you to avoid social gatherings altogether if you have the chance. No man is an island and you can also learn from others.

So, this is the “engagement” Seun is always proud of? Nairaland is dead.

Thank God I don’t work out in gyms, drink in bars or pray in churches. Bringing people from different upbringings together causes friction and misunderstandings.

Kimo21:
Dear all, good afternoon…this topic is for people who love to keep fit…this is my opinion and so therefore you can add your agreement or disagreements. Gym centers are supposed to be a place for workouts and also social interactions but I want to talk on some bad habits that gamers have nowadays that is alarming…these include:

1. Leaving weights on the floor/ not restacking them: please this is very bad when you’re done with your workouts kindly return the weights …if you had a gym in your house I’m sure you wouldn’t leave weights scattered around in your house so why do so outside?

2. Pressing phone: although no be me pay for your gym membership na your money but why pay for something and instead of focusing on your body program you just sit around and press phone? It can create a distracting environment

3. Staring at people lustfully: this is bad especially if you’re a guy doing this….ladies also do it too but it’s common among men. Gym is also supposed to teach you discipline in all areas of life! My friend focus on your workout and not on women’s buttocks!!!

These are the three for me that I notice… you can add yours…and I’ll chip this in….if you know you’re not disciplined enough to control your emotions as much as you discipline your body, please don’t waste your money on gym and just do body weight at home…gym is no longer a serious place….it has become basically a hookup site now and if you don’t know how to control your sexual urges you will find yourself doing what you might regret. Remember(especially for the men) not every lady you see is a normal human walking. Some are sent to you on a special mission. Be wise

Thank you for reading.

Nlfpmod mynd44 seun

Noise. When you’re ready to be toasted, you’ll let us know.

They both look young to me. That guy is likely telling the truth.

Wetin kill am?