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Ownership of a Land Rover product, at least the pre 2004 models, cannot be explained to nor appreciated by mere mortals.

My last LR was an 04 Discovery SE7. In search of a 110 for Nigeria.

Teetee777:
100kg bag

Teetee777:
Prices Update From Kano Market as of 31st Jan 2022

Beans prices update:
1. Oloyin banjaras 58k
2. Brown beans 48k
4. Honey beans 52k
5. Milk beans. 45k
6. Drum beans 50k
7. Big white beans 45k
8. Iron beans. 45k
All 100kg/25 to 26 painter

Rice
1. Long rice 23k/50kg
2. short rice 20k/50kg
3. Paddy long rice 19k
4. Paddy short rice 18k


Mangala dry sea fish
1. Cartoon 55k ( 90 - 100 pieces)
2. Small cartoon 22k (100 +)

Perishable goods
1. Onion new 25k
2. Onion old 35k
3. Dry pepper. 30k
4. Bell dry pepper(tatase) 24k
5. 3 tubers of yam N1500
All 100kg bag

Oil
1. Groundnut oil 30k/25litre
2. Palm oil 25k/25litre

Garri
1. Yellow garri 33k
2. White garri 24k
All 100kg bag

Other grains
1. Wheat 34k
2. Guinea corn yellow 24k
3. Guinea corn white 24k
4. Guinea corn red 24k
5. Maize 24k
7. Dabino 80k
8. Soya beans 40k
9. Tiger nut 48k
10. Groundnut 62k
11. Millet 24k
13. Sesame 65k
14. PICS bag for storage 900.

NB: This is the Kano prices update, if you know that the prices are higher than your state prices, find a buyer in kano. Also, if you know that the prices are less than the prices in your state, find a seller in Kano
Please I am interested in corn and soybeans....


Kano state is the state for commerce

obasidon1:
Good evening fam! I have about 2.5m and I don’t know whether to use the money to travel abroad or do business here in Nigeria? But what business can one do with 2.5m and grow it over time?
Please I need a sincere advice.
Thank you!!!

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bouncin04:
I ask because I'm at a crossroad of selling my car, no fault, just bored of it , but I don't want to start feeling regrets after making this decision . Advice please.

BSFeggsgod:
Goodevening,I’m just seeing this. Apologies.
We sell at 350naira per gram.

metalgear11:
So Okafor's law may still apply sometimes in the future?

metalgear11:
We have been inseparable ever since. I realized I cared for her more and more every day, and though we’ve only had sex thrice in the two months since that first time, each of those times seem to have brought us much closer. I won’t lie, I’m happy I have her again, but every now and then I find my mind judging me. I wonder why I allowed her back into my heart. Agreed, she is a different person now, and she is much more mature, loving, and caring - things I will always hold dear - but the thought of her with my brother still floats around in my mind and makes me wonder what I’m doing. I try to hide my struggling conscience when we are together, as the happiness in her eyes and manner always makes me feel guilty that I harbor such thoughts in my head. On the other hand, I don’t want to let her go and lose her again, and this two-mindedness bothers me a lot.

Last weekend I took a trip to talk about it with my former roommate (whom I mentioned earlier is also here in Canada, but in a different province), and though he was surprised to hear that Yewande and I reconnected, he told me to follow my heart. I told him my heart is the problem – deep down I know I still want her and I’m happy I have her again, but I can’t seem to get past what happened as it always creeps up in my mind. His wife told me that from what I had explained, and being a woman herself, she knows Yewande is truly repentant. Her behaviour shows that clearly – no girl will go to the extent she had gone. She told me everyone makes mistakes, and Yewande has clearly learned from hers. The only problem she sees that worries me is the whole issue started with my brother. If it were anyone else, she said, I would have forgiven her and taken her back without a second thought. She told me to give her another chance, as she does not see her recovering from the heartbreak if I abandon her after all the pain and agony she went through to reconcile with me. God had a reason to bring us back together, she concluded.

Please, what advice can you readers give me?

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FIN.

Ordinarybob:
Guy you sef reason am if nah you after being played twice ,you go gree? Wat Yewande needs to do is prove to DJ that she's a better person that still loves him cuz Dj himself has a thing for her though.

metalgear11:
After I tucked her in, I tried to go back to sleep but found that I could not. I laid in bed staring at my phone for about an hour before I got up at around eight. Over the course of the morning and early afternoon I checked in on her, but she slept soundly and did not stir. I guess she was very exhausted. I watched a few soccer matches, ate, washed and dried her soiled sweatshirt, and at some point, drove to the grocery store to pick a few things. It was not until around four o’clock that I heard the door to the room she was slowly open. I was settled in front of the TV with my laptop within reach, and I peered over my shoulder as she slowly padded her way to the sitting room. Her hair was strewn all over the place, and her eyes were worn and bloodshot. At least she was stable on her feet.

“Welcome back,” I teased her.

She just murmured and plopped herself down on the second sofa adjacent to me.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Like shît…” she replied woozily.

I laughed at her response, to which she glared at me. “Are you down for some food? I prepared something for you.”

“I don’t think my tummy can hold any food right now.”

“Okay, at least drink something.” I got up and went to the fridge to pour her a glass of grape juice. I brought along some pain killers for the headache I was sure she suffered from. She swallowed the pills and drank from the glass.

“So what possessed you to drink that much? It’s unlike you,” I asked.

Yewande rubbed her temple. She was clearly hung over.

“I’ll get you something to eat. It will help with your headache.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“Yewande,” I towered over her, “you have to eat, even if it’s a little. You drank on an empty stomach. That is bad. You need some food in your system.”

She just groaned and leaned back. I walked to the kitchen and warmed some of the spaghetti and fish sauce I had prepared earlier in the day. I brought it to her and set it on the stool beside her.

“Eat.”

She peered at the food, sniffed it a bit, and took a few bites. I returned to my seat and watched her as she slowly ate. She finally pushed the empty plate away. I smiled at her.

“So, you did finish it eventually.”

She just muttered, and I laughed and focused my attention on the TV. For the next ten or so minutes, we did not say anything. I finally decided to ask her what was on my mind.

“What possessed you to do that to yourself Yewande?” She had laid her head on the back of the sofa, and her attention was on the TV screen. She stared at me like she had no idea what I was talking about. I waited for her to respond, but when it was not forthcoming, I turned back to what I was doing. I was not going to force anything out of her, I told myself. She’s the one who came back. When she’s ready she’ll talk. Another half hour went by before she finally sat up.

“You were the last person I expected to see that day at the party,” she began. She adjusted herself and sat cross-legged on the sofa. I pushed the lid of my laptop shut and set it aside.

“Iffy told me there was a guy she wanted me to meet. I told her I was not interested and was not ready to meet any man. She had been trying to hook me up with someone ever since we became close and I told her I was not seeing anyone. I told her I did not want to meet anyone…not yet, anyways. I was enjoying my single life and I did not want to complicate it by having another relationship.”

“You see, your…brother opened my eyes to how much I messed up. I talked to my sisters, my close friends, and every single one of them told me I messed up. That was why I reached out to you to apologize, but you threw my apology back in my face.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it.

“What even hurt me the most,” she went on, “was when you told me never to call you again. That cut me really deep, but I should not have expected less. After that, I decided to move on. I went out with two other guys after then, but they did not work out.”

“Your brother took my innocence. He took my virginity. He left me when I was very vulnerable. That was what the next guy I dated capitalized on. I did not want to lose him and did all what he asked me to do. He used my head and body and cast me aside like trash.”

She twiddled her fingers absentmindedly and a tear rolled down her face as she stared off into space. I did not interrupt her and let her continue. Afterwards, she said, she stayed single for another year or two until she finished school, when she met another handsome guy during her service year. That one did not waste time in demanding sex be included in their relationship. She almost gave in to him, but her past experiences had wisened her up. When she kept on refusing, he “served her breakfast” so hot she still felt the effect of the burn. After that, she decided it was time she took an indefinite break and focus on herself.

I just kept quiet and let her talk. In all honesty, it was a little bit difficult to concentrate on all what she said because my eyes kept glancing at her luscious brêasts which were literally pouring out of her camisole. She caught me staring at one time and glanced down at them for a moment, but she just pulled the strap that had fallen down her arm back in place and focused her gaze back to the distant point she was staring at.

“On one of those days, I had a very scary dream. I was back in my room in school, and the entire building was on fire. Everyone had managed to escape except me. Each time I tried to move, something blocked me. You suddenly appeared outside the window and reached out to try and grab my arm, to pull me to safety. The building was about to collapse, you told me. I tried to reach your hand but I couldn’t. Your hand was millimeters away, and you said if I couldn’t reach you, I would not be able to make it. everything blacked out and I woke up screaming your name. I hadn’t thought about you in a very long time, and there you were as vivid as daylight in my dream. It was then I knew I had to seek your forgiveness if I wanted to move on.”

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffed. “The only problem was, I did not know where you were. This was almost three years after the last time we spoke...after you told me never to call you again. I went on my knees every day, begging God to please let me find you so I plead for you to forgive me and clear my conscience. I did not know it was going to be that hard. I did not know where to even start looking for you. I had all about given up hope… "

“…and then the party, in another land…” I said.

“…it was the last place I ever thought I would see you. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. All the things I had planned to say, to do if I ever saw you again just disappeared. I began to doubt myself. Maybe it was not really worth the stress I had put myself through all these years. But you then began to treat me like how you did back in school, and I became hopeful again. But then I began to detect your hesitation. You kept holding back. You finally proved all my doubts the other night.”

“Proved what?”

“That you still hold everything against me...that you never forgave me…and that hurt me real bad. All I want is your forgiveness. You may not want me anymore, and I understand that, but I just want you to forgive me. Only then will my heart and conscience be clear.”

She fell silent, and I sighed. I glanced at the wall clock – she had been talking for the better part of an hour. That was a lot to get off her chest. It was a surprise she had carried the weight of that emotional scar for such a long time without breaking down.

“What did I do wrong, ehn Yewande? Did I not show you how much I cared? Why him? Why my brother?” I asked.

“I don’t know! I beat myself over that decision every single day! I still wonder why I made such a stupid decision.”

“Yewande listen,” I said, cutting off her rambling, “honestly, I hold nothing against you. What happened, happened a long time ago. I will admit, I was not happy when you chose to go with my brother, but I hold no grudge against you. That was how it was supposed to be, and I came to accept it.”

“But you still hold it against me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me DJ. Yes, you do.”

“If I was still holding it against you, will you be here today? Would you be in my house? You wouldn’t.”

She scoffed. “I wouldn’t? Of course, I know that. Do you know how long it took you to invite me? To show me where you lived?” Her voice rose a notch. “You were very reluctant to tell me where you lived. I offered to cook for you the other day, but it seems you’ve forgotten what you told me. I get it, you don’t want me back in your life, and I understand that very well. Just stop stringing me along like you care, knowing that you don't. Just stop holding me hostage emotionally!!”

I flung my hands up in frustration. “I give up Yewande. Believe what you want. All I know is my mind is clear. I’ve forgiven you a long time ago. Maybe you just needed to hear it from me, and now you have. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be out soon so I can take you home.”

“You see what I’m saying? Now you want to get rid of me.”

I groaned and left her sitting there.

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metalgear11:
Thanks for the compliment...but these your accolades no too much so? I'm only but a humble writer of literature that touch the heart.



It is not a real story, but it is based on people I know.

Sonnobax15:
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metalgear11:
Overtime Charles and I became very close, and he introduced me to his two younger sisters. I had learned a long time ago that you don’t date your friend's sister(section 3, article 1, paragraph 2 of the bro code), so I was very careful with the way I related to them, especially the younger one since she seemed the very friendly and carefree type. They were all born and grew up in Canada. Stella (the older sister) worked for a real estate agency as a realtor, while Ifeyinwa (or Iffy as everyone called her) was a graduate student in her final semester. She once told she had a very pretty Nigerian classmate who she would like me to meet as I had no girlfriend. Olaide was her name, she said, and we would both look very good together. I told her that though I appreciate her thoughts and efforts into my love life, I was not interested at that point in time. She laughed it all off, and said she would arrange a meeting between us.

Meanwhile, the three of them had been making plans to celebrate their mum’s 65th birthday in a grand way. As per Charles being my close padi, I helped in every way I could. I was quite good with Photoshop and graphics design, so I designed the invitation cards, and even volunteered to pay for them to be printed. I also chipped in a couple hundred Canadian Dollars for them to reserve a grand hall for the event, and caterers were brought in for the food. A very popular Nigerian MC was invited to handle the event.

On the afternoon of the party, Charles and I did some last-minute run arounds. The DJ was already set up and was testing his equipment. The chairs and tables had been set up and were adorned with exquisite tablecloths and fine silverware. They didn’t spare any expense. Everywhere was set. Iffy had told me earlier that Olaide was going to be there, and she looked forward to introduce us. She warned me she knew there would be other pretty girls around, but I dare not disappoint her friend. In fact, she had placed us both at the same table. I still laugh to this day at how she eagerly tried to match me up with her friend. I joked with her that I hoped her friend was up to my high standards, and she told me she exceeded them. She had never met a girl with such class and style, and it was up to me to impress her, she warned. I told her I would do my best.

The hall filled up gradually as guests arrived and took their seats at their assigned tables. People were dressed to the nines. The DJ had already begun to drop beats. He clearly knew his craft. I saw a couple of people from the office at other tables and waved. Just as Iffy said, there were several pretty girls of different nationalities who were invited. I'm sure she caught me once or twice admiring them. The servers started dishing out the appetizers, and the soon the celebrant and her husband danced into the hall with their entourage. The MC began his thing, and soon he had the Nigerian half of the gusts laughing their heads off with his jokes. A few of the other guests got the gist and chuckled politely along.

About an hour into the party, Iffy’s friend has still not arrived. I wasn’t really bothered though, as I had only agreed to it just so she got off my neck. Who knew, I may even like the girl, I thought. I felt a bit pressed from the two drinks I had already taken, so I stood up to use the restroom.

As I got back to my seat, a couple of arriving guests walked into the hall. One particular lady among them caught my attention and made me pause. There was something very familiar about her that I could not lay my finger on. I couldn’t see her face as she had turned and bent over to talk to a few of the earlier girls at a table. Someone must have said something funny because when she laughed, my body froze. No - it couldn’t be. So many years had passed, but I could recognize that laugh anywhere. She stood back up and drew her bangs back behind her ear; I finally saw her face. My heart lurched in my chest - I was speechless.

She turned and headed in my direction. She must have felt my gaze because she looked up and our eyes met. The smile on her face disappeared; her eyes grew wide and she stumbled on her heels. Her clutch fell from her hand and tumbled to the floor. She was not more than ten feet from me. I still do not know how, but I somehow managed to close the distance between us. She covered her mouth with both hands as she stared at me in disbelief.

“Di…” she gasped. She could not complete my name.

It was as if this moment bridged the gap in time for the previous several years. I could not believe my eyes who was standing in front of me. I had to pinch myself to be sure. I finally found my voice after several seconds.

“Yewande!” I blurted out.

metalgear11:
I woke up a couple of hours later. The other side of the bed where Adaego lay was empty; she must have left at some point. I padded to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder, and returned to pick up my phone to check the time. It was around nine o’clock – my maths class was not until eleven. I noticed three missed calls from an unknown number. I redialled and fifty brownie points for who’s voice came over the line.

Yes. It was her.

“DJ, I know I’m the last person whose voice you want to hear, but please, don’t hang up.” she begged.

“What do you want?” I seethed.

“Please Dimeji, I just called…to apologize.”

“What exactly are you apologizing for?”

“For treating you the way I did. I now realize I should not have done all that to you.”

“I’ve heard that script before. You do not have anything to apologize for.”

“DJ, listen to me!!” she yelled over the phone, “I know I offended you. Big time. You would never have treated me the way he did if I chose you. Your brother took my heart, used me, and smashed it to pieces, something I know you would never have done. I know you cared a lot for me, and that is why I called for your forgiveness. I would have a long time ago, but I did not have the courage. Everybody I spoke to about it told me I made the wrong decision – I chose the wrong brother. I’m sorry Dimeji…I’m so sorry…but it was partially your fault too.”

“How was it partially my fault?” I asked, not believing my ears.

“You didn’t take charge…you didn’t try hard enough.”

“Are you kidding me right now? What else did you want me to do? What did he do that I didn’t?”

“You treated me like I was your little sister. He treated me like…”

She paused. “Like what?” I demanded.

“Like a…lover.”

“Bullshit! Lover indeed. The only thing I did not do was to force myself onto you. Maybe that’s what you’re mistaking for “lover”.”

“Please DJ, don’t make this hard for me. I’m trying as it is without you hurting my feelings.”

“Well I’m sorry your feelings are hurt, but that’s how I see it.”

“And I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. If there is any way I can make it up to you, you know I will not hesitate doing it.”

“it’s too late for that. I came to terms with it a long time ago. Don’t worry about making up anything to me.”

“Please Dime…”

“I just want you to tell me something, and I want you to tell me the truth,” I paused for a moment, “did you sleep with him?”

There was a long silence before she responded, but that silence told me what I wanted to know. “Yes,” she replied, “I-I’m so sorry.”

“You do not need to be sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“It was your decision to choose him Yewande, since he treated you like a “lover”.” I said coldly, my voice again rising a notch. “It hurt me deeply, but I ended up accepting it. It took a while, but I realized it made no sense fighting for something that was never mine to begin with…”

“DJ, don’t say that…” her voice broke over the line.

“…it was your choice. You went with him. I wasn’t happy, but there was nothing I could do. It wouldn’t have hurt me so much if it was some other guy, but I learned to live with it. You do not have to apologize for anything. There’s nothing to apologize for.” I concluded.

“…DJ…”

“Goodbye Yewande, and please, don’t call me again,” I said and ended the call.

metalgear11:
I did not see Yewande for the next several weeks. I kept wondering - what happened? Could it be because I was going to graduate soon? No, if not she would have gone for a guy on campus rather than my brother who did not even attend the university we were. Looking back, I began to realize that the signs were right there under my nose, but I had refused to acknowledge them. It was the typical play for my brother; he was the ladies’ man among the three of our parents’ sons. I should have been more cautious about him and Yewande. But why should I have been? Her words were nothing but the truth; we were not dating. I had no right to stop her from dating whoever she wanted to date. I hadn’t even kissed her since that last time. I won’t lie, it hurt badly, but what was I to do? I focused all my energy and attention to completing my project, defending it, and graduating with the 2:1 I was trying to maintain.

After all the hard work and effort I put into my project, I was able to defend successfully. All that was left for me was one last paper to write, which to me was an easy A, and I was free!!! Finally, after weathering the tough courses, lecturers, sleepless nights, sometimes unending ASUU strikes and all that stress, I was almost a graduate.

The night before the exam, I was heading up the stairs into the study hall when I heard a voice coming down. I would recognize that voice anywhere, even in my sleep. She and two other girls were walking down towards me. There was no way I could avoid them. She looked up and saw me, and her voiced died midsentence. She looked like she saw a ghost. I simply ignored her and walked pass. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her looking up towards me in the darkened stairs. Several hours later, as I was packing my stuff to leave for the night, I suddenly had a strange feeling of being watched. I looked up and noticed her peering at me from where she sat at the far end of the hall. I slung my bag over my shoulders and walked out of the hall.

After my paper the following evening, I headed home. Just as I was pulling my shirt off, I heard someone knock on the door. I opened it and was surprised to see Simi and Susan standing there. What did they want? I invited them in. The girls started begging me on their friend’s behalf. I just laughed. Was she the one who put them up to this? They said no. So why were they begging me for? They said Yewande had not been the same ever since. She finally realized how much I meant to her, but was too ashamed and scared to come around. She was always crying each time she remembered how she could always call on me to figure things out when she needed help. They went on and on about how important I was to her, that I should forgive her, she was just a kid who was carried away, and all that blah. Finally, I told them to just stop. She made the decision she made, not me. They told me to at least hear her out, let her explain why she did what she did. I told them I was not interested. After begging me for more than an hour, I yielded. I told them to let her know that she could come see me, and we could talk. They said they would give her the message and they left.

I turned to my roommate who shrugged. Hear what she wants to say, he said. I don’t think it was up to five minutes after they left that another knock sounded on the door. This time, it was Simi and Yewande. She still looked as beautiful as I remembered her to be. Her eyes were downcast and she couldn’t meet my gaze. My roommate suddenly remembered he had a prior engagement, so he quietly took his leave. Simi said she had an appointment with someone to make her hair, and she left as well. Yewande and I were the only ones left in the room.

I turned my attention to her, but she couldn’t meet my gaze. I waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. I asked her to sit down, but she shook her head. She began to sniffle, and I called her name. I told her to look at me, and she shook her head again. All of a sudden, she began to sob – and I mean sob. She just let the waterworks loose. I stood up from the chair I was sitting in, and she just ran to me and wrapped her arms around me. She bawled like a baby. She kept saying she was sorry over and over again. I’m pretty sure she said so more than a hundred times. Pretty soon my shirt was soaked with her tears. I wanted to push her away, but I found myself hugging her in my arms. This made her cry even harder, and she held on to me fiercely. I must admit, her tears got to me too and I felt myself choke up and a few tears rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped them away before she noticed.

I had to carry her - literally – I still remembered how light she felt whenever I lifted her playfully – and stumbled towards the mattress. I lay on the bed and lay her ontop of me, just like how we did in the past. For the next hour or so, I had to pet her, try to calm her down as she cried. I reassured her that I was no longer angry, and that everything would be okay.

She finally expended her grief and tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. The whole front of my shirt was wet and soaked. She wanted to talk, but her emotions were still too high. I told her not to worry, that we had all the time to talk later. I gave her a kiss on her forehead and told her all she needed to do right now was calm herself down. She eventually fell asleep in my arms. My roommate returned much later, and was kind enough to sleep on the carpet while I stayed on the mattress with Yewande.

That was how she wept herself back into my heart. I thought she had learned her lesson, but boy, was I wrong.

Sonnobax15:

If I'm to venture read this write up till the end,it will only prove I'm proud of my joblessness

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Savloon:
Please help a brother, I'll try to make it brief. I got married to someone I don't really love but because of pregnancy. we met sometime around January, spent the night together around February we didn't have s*x 3nights she stayed, I live in a 1 bedroom apartment with sitting room well arranged, my kitchen was excellent and bathroom was neat. She was like you need to buy a dinning table, chair, she was like if I like her I should come and see her people I told her this is the first time we are staying together please calm down and let the relationship grow, we don't know each other before. I was beginning to like her gradually as we kept intouch. Then we met again March and this time we had s*x. Though I had another girl whom I really enjoy how we get along well and fun to be with knows me better but because I want to get into a real relationship I want the love between myself and these ladies to grow naturally both can take care of the home, can cook, lovely attitudes, both are same age, same name.
in a week time the girl called me that she's dead I was like what and said she's pregnant. because I don't want people to talk or put my family to shame I started telling my family that I have a girl I like I want her to come visiting that was where I think I made the mistake because she started getting into my family. The other girl knows the pregnant one by name coicidentally their names are the same as she usually call my phone but she would be like just follow your heart and I do like her because I said to myself since am average height I would like to marry a tall lady she's about 6ft, the pregnant girl is same height with me. April she lost the pregnancy and visited me after. awhile and made me slept with her that the nurse said she wouldn't take in even if I don't use protection because she's not seen her cycle yet and she took in within a month after a miscarriage. I didn't like how everything was going anymore and the likeness I had for her was no more there like before but because she kept saying just go and see my people before the pregnancy would show up I didn't think with my head I just started looking for money here and there. I made wedding cards and day I made it available 2days later she had miscarriage for the second time in less than 2mths. if I'd known I would have just done an introduction between both families that their daughter is pregnant for me call off the wedding. you wouldn't believe I didn't even know how I got money within a month did white wedding and traditional same day but each day I don't feel happy and we've been quareling and settling each day since February till now, we married barely 2mths now even in our honeymoon she was like she regrets marrying me and I don't feel happy within myself I'm sleeping and thinking, am bathing , working anything am doing I'm thinking like what have I gotten myself into marrying someone we don't love each other. she is like she is sorry for what she said I told her each day that everything happened so fast and I didn't even know how I came this far she said we can learn to love ourselves. my former girlfriend has blocked me on Facebook, WhatsApp, blacklist my number too but I still uses someone else's phone just go to search and look at her photos but I don't even go through my wife's photo at all. As married couple we barely have fun time or cuddle, fall to each other's body and tickle each other, I do say to her I love her but it's not coming am trying my best it things would work. She too has said she's getting tired already of the marriage because there's no fun like when we met newly. I don't want to discuss this with any of my family or anyone I know I feel very ashamed of myself already. All the plans have got for my future I think of them and see myself not getting there anymore because have just slowed myself down.
Please I need your advice am eating but ematiating everyday, I look sick because am thinking too much. I don't have peace

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Hello guys, this is a very strong decision I want to make, I need your help to make this decision or not to. I am thinking of cutting my parents off because they have caused me enormous financial setback as a result of the bad decisions my father made. Firstly, I will like to give you a background of the story.

I come from a family of 4 and I am the first child of my parents. My dad is a retired federal government worker, he worked for many eyes as a school cert holder (so obviously, he didn’t hold very top position until he retired, probably the max in reached was level 8 or 9). He trained me through the university and he retired during my NYSC, at this point one of my brothers was in the university (he never graduated because he was nonchalant), my 3rd brother was a jambite and the last born was in primary school. The Jambite graduated this year and the last born is now a jambite.

In 2013, my dad retired and received gratuity worth several millions. My mom tried persuading him to build a house in the village because we are Igbos but Based in ogun state but my dad refused and insisted that he was going to develop his land in ogun state by building a 4 flats building (up stairs) then start business with the remaining money in Ogun state (apparently, he got the revelation from church to do that), he never completed the house. My dad is very religious until date, so out of the money he paid tithe, bought instruments for church and made some donations. Immediately I finished serving, I got a job with a pharmaceutical company as a medical sales representative. I was receiving a salary of 80k with commission. Things started great. I served some money I joined my dad in some of his fish farm business, I was in Enugu while he was doing the farm business in ogun state. When it was time to harvest the fish, I was told stories about theft, I spent 700k on the business but was able to recover 200k because I had to help him offset some debt.

To cut the long story short, my dad started having serious financial issues, couldn’t pay school fees of my last born in school, had several debts just about 2years after collecting millions as gratuity due to his wrong choice of investment. Ofcourse the financial burden transcended to me, until a point that my dad got into trouble from another debt, he spent church harvest savings that he was suppose to remit. I was paying my brothers school fees worth 150k per term, i had to take money from company’s account to help him offset the debt hoping that he would pay up and I will pay some before company finds out. The whole financial burden was so huge for a starter like me, owing to the fact that I lost all my savings to the fish farming business and I also had to pay house rents in Enugu and pay other bills.
I accumulated a debt of 1.2million with the company and then is started paying it by bit until the company found out that there was a deficit of 400k. I was arrested and was in the cell for days.
To get out of the cell, I had to sign a legal agreement for a payment plan of paying 30k monthly to offset the debt. Luckily for me, I got a 60k job 1month after, my dad couldn’t pay my last siblings school fees, I took him to Enugu and started Paying his bills. I was also paying 30k from my salary every month until I paid all the lost the job again during the heat of the recession. I managed to pay up that debt.
Since 2018, I haven’t really done any serious job, I started driving Uber in 2019, saved up some money, my mom needed money for business last year, i borrowed her, she couldn’t complete the payment. The car I was using to do the Uber got bad again.
I had to look for a remote job now in Lagos, I saved up money and learnt how to do footwear, i Am saving some money to pay my house and shop rent and get machines.
Last two month my dad called that he needed money for my brother’s school fees so he can complete his SSCE exams. He promised to payback mid last month, now I have not seen the money and my that was my house rent I borrowed him. My house rent expired in August. I called him, and ofcourse, he is playing the emotional game. Now, they are in serious financial mess and they seem not to want stop dragging me into it and it’s not as if I am doing great myself. I am not, I’m struggling to make something after mortgaging a lot of time paying several debts. It is overwhelming.

The point is, I am 31years old, I’m looking forward to making my own family and it seem if I am not careful, they will drag me back from this objective. Anytime I try to organize myself, they come up with their monetary problems and it hinders my growth. My plan was to get a shop and equip it before the end of first quarter 2022 from the saving I made from my current 80k salary and now they have collected my house rent in form of a loan. That’s a drawback again.

I have to make my own family, I need to shed some burden to be able to do that. I also want to be a parent and I never want to depend on my kids in my old age.
Should I cut them off?
If no, what do you advice that I do?

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