oluxy: Have you no familiar with the constitution that the president has the power to place any one he want no matter the rank or position, even if he' about retire or not, to be IGP, COAS etc..
Constitution gave the president that utmost power bro.
Quote the section of the constitution that specifies this.
Fuckallmods: Imagine! My wife has staphylococcus but still denies me sex??
Oh I was good man! I admit today. But good men are foolish when it comes to being good to women.
We’ve been married for roughly 11 months now, you know the kind of Christian marriage where you don’t test your products’ output before purchase. Before marriage, we did the important medical tests like hiv, genotype, blood group, etc.
One thing I observed about my wife is I always have to initiate sex; but 7 of 10 times she denies me sex, before and after marriage. We’ve been together for 3+ years now.
Recently I observed skin breaking in her vaginal area while we were bathing together, so I asked her to do an std/uti test. She did the test and result came out with staph positive.
I was really pissed, because I don’t sleep around. Her response was that she got it from public toilet… I didn’t even argue. At this point I was just thinking of myself.
I did mine, (swab, urine and blood ) and it came out negative.
All these happened while she was denying me sex as her husband, all because I was being good to her and giving her every attention she needs.
It turns out women don’t value men that are good to them, or who plays and offer them attention. This is so because I’m focusing on my friends and giving them more attention than her now, and I’m noticing changes.
Currently I’m not drawn to her emotionally anymore, not because she has uti, but because she will deny me sex for no reason… and she know how much I fear adultery She’s my wife, when sex comes I take it. If it doesn’t, I have my friends to chill with. Even if I cheat now, I won’t feel remorse Even if I impregnate another woman outside now, I won’t feel guilty.
I want her family to perceive me as a bad person now… maybe this is the kind of man I am, maybe this is the kind of man their daughter has forced me to become… but I won’t be a slave to any woman because of sex.
I know y’all must be asking why I’m sharing this information now… I’m sharing because before marriage, I expected unlimited intimacy, I expected love. And just like some of you reading this my post, you’ll be feeing the-same, maybe yours will be different from mine.
Women always want to control situations… she expected a man she could control with sex, not knowing there’s unlimited sex out there, even before I decided to get married. I was the fool, I was the good man, and just like everybody else, you will regret why you’re good to women.
Kobojunkie: I am 74. Five years ago, at 69, I left my husband after 42 years of marriage. It was the hardest and best decision I ever made. I know what you are thinking. 69...is that not too late to start over? Why would anyone leave a marriage after more than four decades? She must be unstable. She must be selfish. She must be having some kind of crisis.
Maybe it looks that way from the outside, but inside, I could finally breathe. If you're in an unhappy marriage, worried about wasted time or age, hear me. I believed those lies, too. Before I share why I left, let me explain why I stayed so long, the untold part.
Everyone wants to know what finally made you leave. They never ask about the invisible chains that keep you there year after year. I got married at 27. It was 1979. We were living just outside Cleveland, Ohio. I thought I was doing everything right. My husband Thomas was dependable. He had a steady job. He came from a good family. My parents approved. My friends said I was lucky. I wore a white dress and believed in forever.
The problems did not arrive loudly. They arrived quietly. There was no violence, no obvious betrayal, nothing you could easily point to and say, "This is wrong." He simply did not see me. did not really hear me. Did not ask what I wanted or needed. Every major decision was his, where we lived, how money was spent, what our weekends looked like. When I suggested something different, he brushed it aside. That is impractical. That does not make sense. Why would we do that?
Eventually, I stopped suggesting anything at all. I remember one night, maybe six years into the marriage, I told him I wanted to go back to school. I had always wanted to finish my degree in English literature. He smiled and laughed, not cruelly, just dismissively, like I had said something naive. "What would you even do with that?" he asked. "We cannot afford that right now." There was always something more important. His career, the house, the car payments, everything except me.
I told myself this was marriage, compromise, sacrifice, and being realistic. My mother had stayed in a quiet, unhappy marriage. So had my grandmother. This was just what women did. Then we had children, two daughters, and suddenly staying felt noble. “I am doing this for them,” I told myself. They need stability. They need both parents. I poured everything into being a mother. If I could not be seen as a woman, at least I could be needed as a mother.
For a while, that was enough. The girls kept me busy. They distracted me from how lonely I felt lying next to someone who felt more like a roommate than a partner. Thomas and I became polite strangers. We attended school events together, went to church, and hosted holiday dinners. From the outside, we looked fine, respectable, stable. But inside the house, we barely spoke. Whole weekends passed, where we moved around each other like ghosts, sharing space, never connecting.
I remember our 25th anniversary. our daughters through a party. Friends raised glasses and spoke about our beautiful marriage and lasting love. I smiled. I thanked everyone. And that night, I went home with a man I no longer loved. Lay on my side of the bed and cried silently into my pillow.
The years kept going. The girls grew up, moved out, and built lives of their own. And suddenly my reason for staying was gone. They did not need me to stay anymore. But by then, I had a new reason. What would people think? I was 56, then 61, then 66. We shared our history, friends, and family. How do you untangle over 40 years? How do you tell your children their childhood was built on quiet unhappiness? And practically, how does a woman in her late 60s start over? I had not worked full-time in decades. I did not have my own income. So, I stayed year after year, telling myself it was too late, too complicated, too frightening, until the call from my doctor.
I was 68. It was a routine mammogram. I had done dozens before. This one was not routine. He said the word no one is prepared to hear. Cancer, breast cancer, stage two, caught early, but serious surgery, possibly radiation. I sat there listening to treatment plans and statistics, and all I could think was I am going to die having never really lived. Not because the prognosis was bad. It was not. But because I suddenly realized something unbearable. I had been slowly disappearing for decades.
The surgery was scheduled three weeks later. And in those three weeks, something shifted inside me. fear, clarity, and the awareness of time. All the reasons I had stayed, reputation, comfort, and fear, suddenly felt meaningless. Because if I died tomorrow, the last 40 years of my life would have been a performance.
I survived the surgery. The cancer was removed. Recovery was quiet. I remember lying in that hospital bed while my husband sat nearby scrolling through his phone, not holding my hand, not speaking, just present in body. And I knew at 69 years old, I made a decision. If I were lucky, I might have 10 or 15 years left. And I refused to spend them slowly disappearing.
Two months later, I told Thomas I wanted a divorce. He did not get angry. He looked confused. We have been married over 40 years, he said. Exactly, I replied. And I have been lonely for almost all of them.
The divorce took nearly a year. It was painful, expensive, and uncomfortable. Some friends disappeared. My sister told me I was selfish. "You are throwing everything away," she said. But I was not throwing anything away. I was finally choosing myself.
Telling my daughters was the hardest part. They were grown by then in their late 30s. They were shocked. But you and Dad always seemed fine, one of them said. That broke my heart because it meant I had hidden my unhappiness so well that even my children believed it was normal. Eventually, they understood. One of them even thanked me. She said watching me choose myself gave her permission to question her own life.
At 70, I moved into my own apartment alonefor the first time in my life. I was terrified. I woke up at night wondering if I had ruined everything. But I did not fall apart. I learned. I adjusted. And slowly I remembered who I was. The woman who loved books, who had opinions, who had dreams. I even went on a date. It did not last, but it reminded me that it is never too late to feel seen.
I am 74 now. My life is not perfect. My apartment is small. My income is modest. Sometimes I am lonely, but I am free. And that freedom is worth more than anything I lost.
Here is the truth. No one tells you the regret is not about leaving. The regret is about not leaving sooner. If you are watching this and quietly unhappy at any age, hear this. You are not too old. It is not too late. And you have not invested too much time. The life you are waiting for is waiting for you to choose it.
If this story touched something in you, I want to ask you one thing. What is one fear that has kept you stuck longer than it should have? You do not have to explain everything. Just one word is enough. Sometimes writing it down is the first step to letting it go.
TLDR; Woman had chemotherapy due to cancer and apparently some brain cells got fried in the process. Now she thinks her husband of 42 years was a demon. Culled from the stables of Kobojunkie.
Ogbujaja: I think its the buyer's fault that he doesn't go through the details of what he is ordering. There are always dimensions to their products. Even though the picture may be magnified, but the dimensions remain accurate to the product size in question.
It's not. There is false advertising, and that's what these guys are into. They are counting on it that you do not check the details. It's a conspiracy to commit fraud.
Galloway200: THIS IS BENIN/SAPELE ROAD IT'S UNDER CONSTRUCTION SINCE OCTOBER THIS YEAR APC IS REALLY TRYING TO WORK OUT SOMETHING GOOD IN EDO STATE BECAUSE BUHARI REALLY MESS UP IN SOUTH BY THIS TIME NEXT YEAR HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE IN BETTER USE....
Work on that road started before October. It has been moving at snail pace for a long time now.
nairalanda1: Okay, I agree with you that we can live like they do in the UK on a budget of less than 50 billion pounds compared to the 300 billion pounds the UK spends on healthcare alone since once a pound arrives in Nigeria it automatically under the touch of tinubu becomes five hundred pounds
No need to industrialize or to develop a productive economy or to even fight corruption. We are poor but we can afford to live like the Americans because oil.
Dutch disease
You have no point. If a person to whom little is committed has not shown prudence and integrity in handling those resources, why should more be committed to them?
miracle002: Let me shock you, you are not the one that said it rather it is the Spirit of God that spoke through you. You may be a Prophet but you may not know.
I created a post about what you just said on Wednesday and nairalanders wanted to eat me raw. They labelled me all sorts of names
You just confirmed to me what God told me that morning. I don't know you, we have never met before or discussed about this issue but you are confirming exactly what God told me. You may be a prophet or have the spirit of prophecy.
Let me repeat what God told me.
Dangote is not fighting for the masses. He is fighting for his own selfish ambition of monopolizing the petroleum industry. He does not want competition at all.
He is crashing the price just to win the heart of Nigerians. If he is given the monopoly, he will show Nigerians his true color.
God told me he will fail with his inordinate ambition. Competition will continue and fuel importation will not stop.
OlujobaSamuel: Text anyday anytime I don't listen to VN, I don't have that time, you record for 5mins, I listened for 5mins just to get the message. If you can't type, kindly call me
The more interesting part — my phone is on permanent DND. If you call me, it will bounce. Kindly type.
Foreign Affairs › Re: Iran Has More Missiles Than Anyone Thought — Trump by emmyN(m): 10:58pm On Mar 10
