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ComeComing: I don't understand your first question. You can crop an image to any size depending on the site or app you're using. Just ensure it's not copyrighted. Pexels, pixabay |
iLegendd: Getting an LLC is one of my plans. I have been hoping and praying my plans works out well. It's like they want us caged like rats while ensuring we remain consumers — spending the pennies we make working our lives out in Chinese warehouses and companies. |
I'm sorry to say this but it's every obvious that your wife has always had that thought in mind. Pure prejudice. Why exactly are some women like this? I had this fight with my big sister and stopped correcting her kids because she was cool with her kids calling her own siblings by their names. Why can't your son help her too? Again, I'm sorry to say this but I'm suspecting your wife is one of those women who grew up in abject poverty and still bonded by it. The women who are most likely to treat other people's kid different from their own kids are those ones who grew up in poverty. Those who say "I don't want my kids to go through what I want through" and end up raising monsters in our society. Monsters either their over pampered children or those kids they hurt simply because they considered them too inferior to be treated with the same love as their kids. This ugly phenomenon is not only disheartening but also depressing. People will never change even as they beg for change like beggars. |
Faber: This is one of the reasons you people accept nonsense from some of these trashy women. Women are humans just like you, we understand most things about humans but not everything because we all have different characters or way of thinking. |
Neverlookback: Wow, damn... So many things I thought was normal |
Neverlookback: Wait, wait... Sir, are you saying it's not normal for people to identify people or objects with numbers? Ever since I was a kid, I have been identifying people or things with numbers and other funny things. There are people whose faces look like a certain number to me and that's how I'm about to identify them. I thought it was normal. I also see something similar to what the OP sees. I'm also ambidextrous. There are a lot of things I have always concluded was normal. A lot. I'm literally writing this in a rush... |
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Ah! Mother, thank you so much for all you have done for me and all the support you have given to me despite the fact that I'm a coconut head. But you have continued to support me knowing that you and Daddy raised me well to be a great and good man. Daddy, I want to say thank you for choosing your wife to be my mother; her support has been beyond human understanding. She doesn't cheat even after you left (confirmed it myself), she doesn't lie, or engage in any immoral activities that will bring shame to us. I really want to give her a better life, help me on this journey, Lord. Mother, thank you for everything. Daddy, I adore, love, and honor you for everything especially this woman. Even though I haven't been working or earning anything for months, this woman has been supporting and taking care of my feedings as I rack my brain and muscles for our future. Lord, I'm grateful. She doesn't disrespect me, she asks for my advices and opinions, and never turns her back on me. Ah! God, I'm grateful. |
I didn't kill that big fat frog — there was no need for that. He was dead already before I got there. I'm writing this to you inside a shabby kitchen, involuntarily inhaling the toxic smell of rotten eggs and dead animals, in the middle of nowhere. I will tell you exactly what happened that day, and at this point, whether you believe me or not — I don't mind. All I ask is for you to sit down on that shaky and worn out sofa in the living room and read this with utmost attention. I can still hear the echoes of drum banging in my head that day, my eyes burned as though it had been put on fire, and my body's temperature was hotter like I had been stuck in the desert all day. All I wanted to do was take a cold shower and just shut my eyes until I dozed off on that bed. Just when I was done taking a shower, my phone buzzed hard. I ignored it at first but when the call kept coming in, I angrily and tiredly threw my hand at the side of the bed. “You have one minute to step out of your house or else you'll lose your son. I swear!” An coarse voice echoed from my phone immediately I picked the call. “What?” I stuttered as the echoes of drum in my head banged on. “49 seconds left.” The angry voice came again before hanging up. I was surprised, disturbed, and couldn't even processed what was going on. “Okay, okay. I will be there.” I whispered anxiously as I quickly stepped out of the house. As soon as I was outside, I began to call the phone number that had just called me. With just a singlet and a simple pants on my body, I ran to the road, confusion piercing through my brain as I tried to connect the dots. Suddenly something cold touched my temple, “Don't move an inch.” A man I couldn't even see because he came from behind warned. He pressed the cold metal harder on my temple. It was a gun. Within seconds, I saw a car's headlights, once the car got to where we were, it stopped, and I was pushed into the car. And there he was, my son — my own son with tape in his mouth and a gun pointed at his head. Nobody said anything in the car, I tried to say something comforting to Nmasi but before the words could come out of my mouth; one of the bastards hit me with his gun. We got to the big car garage, gave me a gun to shoot the same guy they said I killed because I wanted to rob him. Nmasi was in trouble, I couldn't figure out any other way to save my boy. I hesitantly walked into the car garage, quickened my steps as I was told I had five minutes to “clean the mess.” I got there, and he was already dead. And I didn't even know he was someone I knew. The car windows were shadowed, and I could see the gunshot in his head resting on the steering wheel. Before I could do anything, I heard police sirens from every direction. I had to run — I'm innocent. I'm an innocent man on the run. I don't even know where my son is. I didn't kill anyone. |
I'm hoping that I break into the $1k earning soonest — real soon. I haven't even made close to that but I'm hoping and believing in God. It might mean nothing to others but it's going to transform my life. Imagine a life where internet subscription is jo longer a problem, where I can give my mother N100k without thinking twice, help my siblings and people... A lot can be done. And while doing this, saving first before thinking of investing. Saving first before thinking of being the Messiah. God answer all of our prayers and bless the works of our hands. |
Makavelli001: I'm just hearing about these guys for the first time — damn! |
God is the greatest. Thank you Lord for everything, may your name be praised above all other names. Lord guide my steps and protect my plans, Amen. |
It can only get better — Amen. Thank God for everything. Looking forward to better days when the tension would be far lower than this. |
Senkasa: You can just use the first book's description of the titles are similar or just a simple description that lets the readers know what the entire series is about. It doesn't have to be lengthy. |
iLegendd: This world is stupid. Truly, the end justifies the means. |
Why exactly are these people hating on the OP? |
esnbrutality: I'm sorry but she's actually very sexy. Or maybe, it's because she's dark skinned, and I find dark skinned babes godly. |
iLegendd: Jesus! This got me emotionally as I read through it. Boss, your past is literally my present reality. I have to use my foreign friend's details to literally access book publishing platforms and have panic attacks hoping they don't block it until I take what belongs to me. I also had to learn to use AI to meet up my target because I can't afford to spend hours writing only to get disappointed. You have said it all. Once I start getting that bread again, I'm saving like a lunatic, and investing like a cat. I swear, as a Nigerian male, life already played you long before you were born — 100 — 0. |
Emceecee: While I understand your point, the main issue here is that innocent people are getting burned in the process. I have seen people create accounts today and it gets terminated without even publishing. I have been burned and even as I speak to you, I'm trying to recover. Innocent people are getting burned. As for AI, I already started using it and I won't stop. I know people who cannot even write, creating books with AI and make more than I can ever imagine. I wrote so well, played by the rules, and still got burned. I won't let that happen to me, even when I use AI, I still deliver so well. I will not be that writer with so much potential that ended up with nothing. |
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