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luminouz:
So am I!
I have also seen wives who just let their success ruin their homes. I could narrate very personal and traumatic experiences I've seen ma'am. Sometimes, when women are in a position of power,its very hard to be humble for them. Few women conquer their inner selves in this regard!!

I'm not arguing that it doesn't happen, I'm just saying a factor to that happening may be what I had stated. However, I like the "sometimes", you used because I also know a lot of homes where the wife is the breadwinner, paying school fees and running parallel business just to keep the family afloat yet you will never know except you are around them. Dem plenty too. So it's neither here nor there.

Africa is not better but Africa is good. We have a rich history, rich culture, artifacts and lots of natural resources.

Africa is just cursed with terrible leaders. But the people and the society is good, (discount the few bad eggs, they are everywhere).

However foreign media do us no good and we don't do ourselves good either. Example is Nairaland where the average youth has nothing good to say about their nation, women, culture, religion etc.

We will never be taken seriously if we don't take ourselves seriously.

Our people say, the owner calls his house wretched and the neighbors help him set it on fire.

luminouz:
Not in all cases ma'am!!!

I said from my observation, meaning events around me. 90% of those women chop abuse tire as housewives. It's even the abuse wey dey make dem begin hustle or find jobs. I don also hear same story tire from acquaintances, church members, family members and women in my group. So I'm speaking from the standpoint of direct knowledge.

Terrible generalization. Just as we have men who become Lord and master the moment they make it, so we also have some women who may not handle success well.

From my observations of women who changed after becoming rich, their husbands maltreated them psychologically and emotionally when they were housewives. Some abused them verbally and often ill treated them when they needed some cash. So they tend to not care anymore when they make money, a situation the man may now term as non submissiveness and disrespect.

NOETHNICITY:
Sad as this may sound, a lot of our women are just putting up with us cos dey got no choice. Make them financially independent and watch them evaporate before ur very eyes

Very true. I run a women oriented group and most women would want out of their marriages if they had option B, especially those in abusive or emotionally unsatisfactory relationships.

Just to trend. Can she swear with her blood that Tiwa dated Wizkid?

Thank you for life.

Thank you for the cross and Jesus.

Thank you for my family.

Thank you for the laughters.

Thank you for the pains and failures because they help me grow.

I LOVE JESUS O. Who no like am like that make e locate who he fit love. The work on the cross is Bae. Happy Easter Nairalanders.

Happy Easter folks.

How I Met the Love of My Life.

First impressions are nonsense.

Let me tell you something.

Sometime last year, a guy intercepted me on my way out of Film House, and asked me out. Fine person! Tall and chubby, just the way I like them... Well, with my plenty home training, I turned him down politely and continued my journey.

For where?! Oga continued following me o. He wanted to know why? So I told him I had a boyfriend who loved and cared for me, and I wouldn't want to break his heart.

"So can I have your number please? We could build a platonic relationship. You seem nice and receptive."
I laughed. Receptionist ni! See this one! In this time and age? All these guys that like to follow backyard to collect somebody's investment... Better be kiafu!
Well, after much much, I gave Oga my number.

At some point, he began to call too much, asking for a date. I blocked his line. Date ko, calendar ni! Again, he resulted to text messages. I blocked that avenue too. Before I knew it, WhatsApp and Facebook Chat haff start. I discovered him and quickly blocked his hands off. Hian! �

Then one evening as I was trying to sleep, I heard a knock on my door, and there He was. Standing. Smiling too. Very cute! Hian!
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"I love you." He replied.
Love who? Is like this one is high. Sharp sharp, I banged my door on his face, and went back to sleep. But the picture of his stupid cute smiling face won't just leave my head, no matter how much I covered myself with the blood of my boyfriend. God abeg o!

Fast forward to some months later. I got into deep trouble. Serious one. I felt I was gonna die from the effect. So I began to seek help. From friends and foes alike.

Guess what? In a twinkle of an eye, I looked around and I was standing alone. No boyfriend. No friends. Nobody. well some friends were kind enough to stay afar and Cheer me up with loud tunes:

"Ayo, you can do this!"
"Peno, e go better! God will see you through!"
"Ayo, you're a strong woman. Stay strong for us!"
"Peno, fight! Keep your head above water! Don't give up or give in, give down!"

Words. Words. Words. Everybody had one thing or the other to say to me. They wanted me to be strong. To fight. To be this and that, but nobody told me how. Nobody stood with me. Everything happened from a distance. No help, no direction. Nothing.

Gradually, I slipped into depression. I became bitter. Angry at anything and anyone. Tired. Drained. Distraught. Dejected. Almost insane.

At a point I attended every workshop/seminar. Listened to therapists. Tried making new friends, but still... nothing. I Sha gave up and withdrew myself from civilization. I'd switch off my phones many times, to make sure I was the only one in my space. I was alone.

A month later, I decided to jog on my street again. Had a "funny" story to write, and needed to clear my head a bit, so I could get in the mood.

As I jogged, I notice someone was also jogging from behind me. #Ak , stop. Stop!" He called.
Egbami! Who told this stalker my name?! I was furious. When he noticed I won't stop, he doubled his steps and caught up with me. I looked at his face. Fine man. Same chubby person. Stalker aiye! Jersey and boots...Designers. Imagine? Mtcheew! He's even a bloody show off!

I rolled my eyes at him, and was about to continue my journey, when I felt him grab me. Into an embrace. I wanted to fight, but I was too tired to. Besides, the effect of the hug was seeping in. Very medicinal something. Unashamedly, I warned myself: Aunty Pen, you need this, camdan and collect.�

Gradually, I relaxed into him. Like I wanted to enter inside his body. Boom! The tears came. I cried uncontrollably. Just as I was entering gear 1, shame started catching me. See me hustling for hug from the broad shest of a man that I have blocked on all platforms! Tueh!

As if Oga read my thoughts: " baby, I see you. Cry all you want. Baby, this broad chest was specifically designed for you. So you better have fun and stop thinking nonsense."

In my mind, I was like: Udy ke? Who told this one my name is Udy? Only family calls me that. How did he come up with such information?�

While he escorted me back after jogging, I told him some things going on with me, I expected him to ask about my boyfriend and my friends. Surprisingly, he didn't. Then I asked him why he wouldn't ask,
"Udy, I am not here to judge you." He replied.

We got to my house and I bade him farewell.
"Please, let me stay small na. I want to spend time. With you." He pleaded.

I refused. Because my house was a mess. shyness and shame was killing me. Let it not be said among the brotherhood that my wife material cannot sew bowtie.

Again, as if he read my mind, he was like: I'd like to help you clean up. We could do it together if you don't mind."

Ah! Hope this one is not a psychic sha. Sha... He came in. He made breakfast. People, he can cook!!!! Oh! ��
Together we arranged the entire house.
Also I noticed he was really smart. Like he began to provide feasible solutions to all the puzzles I struggled with. And... he even repaired my wall clock. Handy man! Just the way I like them.

I felt him open the door, so I begged him to stay a bit more. Shameless me!

"No, I'm here. I can't leave you. Even when you can't see or feel me, I'm always here". He replied.

Just as I was about to smile, he went; "Uhm, Babe, when we were coming upstairs, I noticed a guy struggling to clean up his house downstairs. Let me knock and see if he'd like some help. I'd be back. If you miss me too much, Just close your eyes and say my name, for I AM in you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my boyfriend, Jesus the Christ. The one whose love bankrupted Heaven for me and you.

I present to you a love that is real. Not sly. Not selfish. Very childlike. And most times, outright ridiculous. Reckless, even.

A love without a plan B.

I know we all have our reservations and stuff... but this worked for me. He worked for me. And He can work for you too. From me, He's reaching out to you. You might have blocked Him on all platforms, but He still stands at the door of your heart. Knocking. You don't have to clean up your act or your house before you let Him in. You don't need to impress him. He doesn't judge anyone.

He really wants to help you like He helped me...but He won't badge into you. Nah... He's a gentle man. Too refined for that. �

Like me, you have to decide to open up the door and let Him in, yourself.

Beautifully written by Penocrat Ayomide Alheri-Ugonna.

I support. He is always naked. We want to see what he looks like in clothes.

I don't have friends. I only have a lot of acquaintances.

Ugosample:
my grand mother's get visas all the time.

But as for my cousins

Ela upon Ela

these embassy people wicked gan

The rate of denial of visas to folks around me has made me not even entertain the thought of going there (USA) unless I have real business.

NwanyiAwkaetiti:
Well they ain't doing no crime or running away. They are seen as responsible

Oh OK. Still makes no sense sha.

NwanyiAwkaetiti:
They grant elderly people visas easily though

Why? Because three of my elderly aunts were never denied visas.

All I can say is "Thank you Jesus for dying for me."

Vic74real:
I've no doubt in my mind that Akpabio made that statement

Same here. Akpabio talks without thinking. His mouth is faster than a released bullet.

luminouz:
These bloggers won't kill someone with lies....

I was thinking na earthworms or shiitworms(almost lost mg appetite)...not knowing these are giant larva worms which are totally edible...I have eaten them before!!! Very proteinous...just like termites!!!

Walahi, you are just one step away from eating real worms....

What are Ayade and El Rufai doing on that list?

I dread what is happening in this country. For those of us who can't run, let's turn our bad situations into a productive one. We only need one idea to make.

Sterope:
Megareal

You were not paying attention. You can't watch it the way you watch Nigerian movies.

And who told you I watch Nigerian movies?

I stopped watching GOT after season 3. I was tired of all the nudity, sexxxc scenes and gory images. I still can't go near it again.

At this rate, private schools will completely take over while Government institutions continue to languish in the lower echelons of
quality academic delivery.

Who takes Keyamo serious nowadays? APC lackey dog.

Somehow I believe this. Every time AKS PDP raises alarm over intending plans of Akpabio, we see it happening and good thing is they are always derailed at source. They have good moles within the Akpabio rank.

This man is not a man of God. You don't exhibit overt sexual actions just to pass a message across. Check out that church, they will probably be fcccking like rabbits with no fear of God at all.

Jesus is coming soon.

This lady always on point. Beautiful you, carry go, nothing do you.

The people in the bus are mad. You encroach on someone's space by putting loads on her legs, she protests and you beat her up? What kind of fuckkery is that? Did she pay to be inconvenienced on the journey? Nigerians do not know their rights, yet.

All I took out from the story is that another lady wore someone's dirty pant because she was in a hurry to go out not minding the health implications. *spits*

I've worked closely with HIV clinics and my sibling is with an HIV NGO, I've been opportune to see statistics, offer counseling and generally deal with People Living with HIV. Truth is, most infected folks aren't even from the state. I can cite more than 40 cases of infected persons who travel once monthly from PH, Abia and other neighbouring states for their retrovirals. And they aren't Akwa Ibomites. So statistically, Akwa Ibom having the highest rate of HIV doesn't mean all infected persons are Akwa Ibom indigenes. But that is a shitty excuse from the commissioner if you ever heard one.

GideonIdaboh:
This woman's praises can move the heavens. The only issue I have with her is dat she's too rigid while singing. Doesn't dance or move. Just stand like man o war

kmcutez:
Google is a search engine. There are various search engines on the internet like duck2go, bing, yahoo etc. Yahoo search was there before google, just that google has a larger share of the market.

I did create a search engine in my university days too, created intelligent agents that would crawl the web, learn new skills etc and update them selves with the new knowledge (artificial intelligence) and lots of other stuff, so not a big deal.

Interesting. So if I gave you an idea for a search engine, you would create one for me?