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The wife that wins all arguments with her husband is not wise. The home is not a law court.

The wife that uses sex as a weapon in the home – placing embargo, going to bed in jeans shorts and trousers – lacks wisdom.

The wife that uses the modern trends and laws of “women’s rights” to insult or ridicule her husband simply makes a fool of herself.

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A woman that makes her home devoid of peace through bickering, nagging and quarrels needs help. A man should be eager to run away from office to be at home, for that should be the safest and cosiest place on earth for him.


Modern-day equality in marriage does not mean competition. It simply means partnership. Taking advantage of such equality to turn around and become the de facto head of the home and oppress the man is tantamount to playing with fire. If you destroy your home, soon you will be the boss of an empty home.

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A wise wife makes the man feel so good that he assumes that he is the head. Once he gets that feeling, the woman gently wields her power and the head actually turns to wherever the neck wants without a protest.

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A wife that does not pull herself away from friends’ influence and advice or even from the control of her mother and father will have herself to blame.


When a man is looking for a wife, he bypasses women of different shapes and sizes to choose a wife. But soon after childbirth, many women hide under the excuse of childbirth to let go of themselves. Many stop bothering about their looks, shape, dressing, etc. Within 5 years of marriage, people start wondering if the wife is the man’s aunt, even though she is 7 years younger. Her defence is that if he truly loves her, he should love her the way she is, but when looking for a wife, he saw people like the present YOU and ignored them and settled for the former YOU. Today, you go to bed smelling of onions…. You go to bed wearing grandmothers’ clothes.

Why are you playing with your marriage? Love is not about looks – we know. But looks enhances love and marriage.

There is a difference between someone disfiguring herself and the person being disfigured by an accident.


Please don’t be complacent. As hard as it may be, work on looking like you were when he first saw you and began the chase.

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If every night you are tired, sleepy, sore, down with headache or fever, “not in the mood,” you are a joker, a serious comedian!


If your children suddenly become more important to you than your husband, you need prayers.


If you assume that as the woman, only you need to be pampered and fussed over while the man is a stone that has no emotions, you need to be pitied.


A woman that has the mind of a wife does not excite her husband.


Wives are usually complacent and presumptuous. A wife must strive to have the mind of a girlfriend.

A girlfriend is always nicer, sweeter, more loving and always thinking of ways to wow her sweetheart; a girlfriend does not try to win all arguments, does not call the man a “useless man”, is not careless about her looks or dressing, always smiles and laughs with the man, sends the man sweet messages and calls, etc. Are you your husband’s girlfriend in word and in deed?
Lastly, do not inform me of your quarrels; I didn’t join you together, God did. Go on and inform HIM and HE will sort you out.

EPISODE 1
WISDOMS THE STORY START HERE
6th march 2001 was an extremely blessed day. As it put a stop to my
poor, miserable, and irritating life, atleast i will be known to be a
salary earner, no more daddy i want to buy flip flop, mummy am hungry,
bety pls do you have 50 box there? Where is that my stupid phone self
cuss i really need to call kelvin, my main man and tell him the latest
happenings
me: hey idiot how far na
kelvin: no shacking, this one you de call me now hope say mummsy never
starve you again
me: ibu, shey na me alone de house wey them go de starve like goat
kelvin; abi? So whats up any new babe?
Me: leave that one first credit de burn, guess what?
Kelvin: your grand mother carry belle?
Me: thunder fire you, mma itoro done later employ me for her super
market o and i de start work tomorrow
kelvin: na your papa you de deceive abi?
Me: i swear
kelvin: talk truth, so no more kelvo airtime yab…..
What i heard next was ‘your call credit have been exhausted and your
call terminated’, Jesse MTN na b—–d, na #72 i been get for phone o
the rest of the day just went through as i never relent shearing the
good news with mum and dad , which they received with great joy,
atleast if not for anything but for the fact that have been dopeing
mum since two years i was done with secondary education.
4,56am Wednesday 7th march, my alarm buzz and i reciprocate with a
glance toward my room wall clock, ohmm the sleep no even belle full me
sef, i woke up, felt happy inside for my new state, you know that
kind of feeling na? Ye that’s what was ringing inside me at the
moment, morning chores was my next, target after devotion, but, just
as i was about to lift my self to toward the direction of the door, i
heard a knock,,,,, who cloud it be this early morning?


TO BE CONTINUED

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PROLOGUE
This is a novela about a boy who after many years of living with his
parents then came to realise that they were not his biological parents
and thus must return to his home as he has an inevitable role to play
in his family, but the problem was how on earth will he find his
parents when they left no trace behind to live with. On the other hand
the real parent of this mystical lad now feed on dust and rubbish from
waste bin, how possible will a prominent and influential being who
were believed to be royal now stope too low to what you just read
….. Still on this same novela a lady who was raped by God knows who,
was unconsuses and needed blood like a vampire, but later her taste
was quench by a samaritant, after the lady was discharged, she was
too eager to know who this savior was, so she left her home,
education, and responsibility to search for what you may call the
unimportant, just as FATE can work she got involved in a very fatal
accident,but only survived after a successful face surgery, wait a
minute….the Doctor just announce she has temporal AMNESIA. ‘ hmm
What a world’ i over hear you murmur.
Now this is were FATE is seen as the only helper, but how on planet
earth will our miss Anonymous get back to responsibilities when she
can’t even recall her name. How will Mr seeker find his biological
parents……….well just take a sit and a bottle of alomo if you
care for one while i drive you to my world of FANTASIES
This story was solely written and owned by wisdom
Any complain should please, be relayed to him,


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John Obi Mikel could be set to leave Chelsea this summer in pursuit of regular first-team football.
The midfielder, who has been with the Blues since 2006, has just one-year remaining on his current deal and is yet to receive assurances about his playing time ahead of the new season.
Mikel has spoken to inbound Chelsea boss Antonio Conte and is prepared to hold off a move away until he holds further discussions with the manager when Italy’s Euro 2016 campaign ends.
However, Mikel – who would be keen to stay at Chelsea is
considering alternative options in case Conte does not offer him what he wants.
Chelsea have a policy of only offering one-year extensions
to players over 30 which means it is in the 29-year-old’s
interest to renew his contract this summer to secure a
longer deal.
Mikel has previously spoken about his future after Nigeria played Egypt back in March and made it clear that he does not want to sit on the bench.
Mikel is Chelsea’s second longest-serving player after John Terry and – like many of his team-mates – he suffered under Jose Mourinho’s management last season before Guus Hiddink’s temporary leadership where he flourished, playing in 24 out of 28 games under the Dutchman.


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[b][/b]Monday: 18. 06. 2012
Woke up after series of nightmares, cold sweat ran through my skin, thought it was the usual insomnia have been battling with for weeks now but… , but this was quite different your face kept re-occurring in every nightmare like cancer it kept spreading, I dare not close my eyes for a minute, so I sat back to think.
You would ask yourself what could be going through a 16 year old boy’s mind.
“Oh! I’m INSANE!!” or “Am I still stuck in my nightmares?”
4:16 a.m as I kept tabs on time, I prepared to have my bath and leave for class, the Hyde-Johnson dormitory was still filled with boys sleeping, I let out a heavy sigh wishing I was in their place.
Now 7:20 a.m, I left the dormitory en route for the dining hall, something caught my eyes, a dead bird, the first thing I saw while coming out of my hostel and it was right in front of me, my heart jolted and my brain went back remembering those nightmares I tried to keep calm saying
“it’s just poultry it’s going to DIE anyway”….
During classes I had these unnerving feelings, I was extremely quiet; well yes I was quiet and I kept to myself most times on a normal day, I was even named the weird guy by friends and got a lot of questions like
“Why are you so strange?”
But I waved them off with a smile.
Today was different, I felt I was weird, I know I was more strange today than normal days as it was clearly written all over my face, I had a short inner battle with my spirit, telling myself
“This is not me”, “What is happening to me?”.
I left the question hanging as the bell rang and I dashed out to the call centre to talk to my dad, yesterday was father’s day and we spoke for hours, the usual fatherly advice and so on.
You see my mum has been with my dad in india who went for his regular medical check-up, well 4 years ago my dad was diagnosed with a kidney problem and immediately he went for a kidney transplant which was successful I couldn’t be more happy for my hero.
As the phone got through I didn’t even let her say “HI” I started narrating how my day went but I paused in the middle trying to figure out has my mum be sobbing cause this didn’t sound like her cheerful voice.
Then the question came out….
“Is daddy okay?”
But the reply I got was… was, not a reply but my mum sobbing her heart out.
As I shouted, creating a scene which I wasn’t aware of
“LET ME SPEAK TO DADDY!!”, “I WANT TO SPEAK TO DADDY!!!”
All eyes were on me, I was in shock as my flashbacks started running, like I was in the front row of a cinema watching a movie starring only me, titled “MY DAY”
Monday, 18. 06. 2012; 3:26 a.m, the nightmare… , the bird… all made sense now, gasping for air I felt feeble and finally passed out…
Now i’m speaking to the remains of my hero you were everything to me. Everything you taught me I tried to make it perfect and build on them and i’m not little no more, if only you could see
Sitting by your grave, no one else but you and me.
And I want to ask you one question and maybe then I will be free.
DADDY ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?


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Woke up after series of nightmares, cold sweat ran through my skin, thought it was the usual insomnia have been battling with for weeks now but… , but this was quite different your face kept re-occurring in every nightmare like cancer it kept spreading, I dare not close my eyes for a minute, so I sat back to think.
You would ask yourself what could be going through a 16 year old boy’s mind.
“Oh! I’m INSANE!!” or “Am I still stuck in my nightmares?”
4:16 a.m as I kept tabs on time, I prepared to have my bath and leave for class, the Hyde-Johnson dormitory was still filled with boys sleeping, I let out a heavy sigh wishing I was in their place.
Now 7:20 a.m, I left the dormitory en route for the dining hall, something caught my eyes, a dead bird, the first thing I saw while coming out of my hostel and it was right in front of me, my heart jolted and my brain went back remembering those nightmares I tried to keep calm saying
“it’s just poultry it’s going to DIE anyway”….
During classes I had these unnerving feelings, I was extremely quiet; well yes I was quiet and I kept to myself most times on a normal day, I was even named the weird guy by friends and got a lot of questions like
“Why are you so strange?”
But I waved them off with a smile.
Today was different, I felt I was weird, I know I was more strange today than normal days as it was clearly written all over my face, I had a short inner battle with my spirit, telling myself
“This is not me”, “What is happening to me?”.
I left the question hanging as the bell rang and I dashed out to the call centre to talk to my dad, yesterday was father’s day and we spoke for hours, the usual fatherly advice and so on.
You see my mum has been with my dad in india who went for his regular medical check-up, well 4 years ago my dad was diagnosed with a kidney problem and immediately he went for a kidney transplant which was successful I couldn’t be more happy for my hero.
As the phone got through I didn’t even let her say “HI” I started narrating how my day went but I paused in the middle trying to figure out has my mum be sobbing cause this didn’t sound like her cheerful voice.
Then the question came out….
“Is daddy okay?”
But the reply I got was… was, not a reply but my mum sobbing her heart out.
As I shouted, creating a scene which I wasn’t aware of
“LET ME SPEAK TO DADDY!!”, “I WANT TO SPEAK TO DADDY!!!”
All eyes were on me, I was in shock as my flashbacks started running, like I was in the front row of a cinema watching a movie starring only me, titled “MY DAY”
Monday, 18. 06. 2012; 3:26 a.m, the nightmare… , the bird… all made sense now, gasping for air I felt feeble and finally passed out…
Now i’m speaking to the remains of my hero you were everything to me. Everything you taught me I tried to make it perfect and build on them and i’m not little no more, if only you could see
Sitting by your grave, no one else but you and me.
And I want to ask you one question and maybe then I will be free.
DADDY ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?


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Woke up after series of nightmares, cold sweat ran through my skin, thought it was the usual insomnia have been battling with for weeks now but… , but this was quite different your face kept re-occurring in every nightmare like cancer it kept spreading, I dare not close my eyes for a minute, so I sat back to think.
You would ask yourself what could be going through a 16 year old boy’s mind.
“Oh! I’m INSANE!!” or “Am I still stuck in my nightmares?”
4:16 a.m as I kept tabs on time, I prepared to have my bath and leave for class, the Hyde-Johnson dormitory was still filled with boys sleeping, I let out a heavy sigh wishing I was in their place.
Now 7:20 a.m, I left the dormitory en route for the dining hall, something caught my eyes, a dead bird, the first thing I saw while coming out of my hostel and it was right in front of me, my heart jolted and my brain went back remembering those nightmares I tried to keep calm saying
“it’s just poultry it’s going to DIE anyway”….
During classes I had these unnerving feelings, I was extremely quiet; well yes I was quiet and I kept to myself most times on a normal day, I was even named the weird guy by friends and got a lot of questions like
“Why are you so strange?”
But I waved them off with a smile.
Today was different, I felt I was weird, I know I was more strange today than normal days as it was clearly written all over my face, I had a short inner battle with my spirit, telling myself
“This is not me”, “What is happening to me?”.
I left the question hanging as the bell rang and I dashed out to the call centre to talk to my dad, yesterday was father’s day and we spoke for hours, the usual fatherly advice and so on.
You see my mum has been with my dad in india who went for his regular medical check-up, well 4 years ago my dad was diagnosed with a kidney problem and immediately he went for a kidney transplant which was successful I couldn’t be more happy for my hero.
As the phone got through I didn’t even let her say “HI” I started narrating how my day went but I paused in the middle trying to figure out has my mum be sobbing cause this didn’t sound like her cheerful voice.
Then the question came out….
“Is daddy okay?”
But the reply I got was… was, not a reply but my mum sobbing her heart out.
As I shouted, creating a scene which I wasn’t aware of
“LET ME SPEAK TO DADDY!!”, “I WANT TO SPEAK TO DADDY!!!”
All eyes were on me, I was in shock as my flashbacks started running, like I was in the front row of a cinema watching a movie starring only me, titled “MY DAY”
Monday, 18. 06. 2012; 3:26 a.m, the nightmare… , the bird… all made sense now, gasping for air I felt feeble and finally passed out…
Now i’m speaking to the remains of my hero you were everything to me. Everything you taught me I tried to make it perfect and build on them and i’m not little no more, if only you could see
Sitting by your grave, no one else but you and me.
And I want to ask you one question and maybe then I will be free.
DADDY ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?


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EPISODE 1


“Daddy!” Emma’s voice echoed through the Livingroom.
I had just been shopping for groceries when Emma came sprinting down the stairs.
“Did you get Alice’s snacks?” Emma spoke excitingly. Emma herself would never ask for any snacks, but usually made her twin-sister Alice ask for twice as much. As if I wouldn’t notice.
“Of course, honey. You know I always do,” I revealed two enormous bars of chocolate to her. I could basically see her drooling. Women and chocolate: A stronger love does not exist.
“Well I’ll just give these to Alice then,” before I could even move a step Emma positioned herself in front of me.
“Ehm, Alice is changing right now. I’ll give them to her,” she quickly snatched the snacks from my hand and disappeared upstairs.
Emma had always been more extravert than her sister. She excelled in almost every sport and had been voted twice as the most popular girl of the entire school. This was most likely because she had inherited her mother’s beauty. Even as her father it was clear to me she was a natural beauty. Her long straight brown hair, alluring brown eyes and stunning figure made her incredibly popular with the guys. Funnily enough, the only girl that could rival her popularity was her twin sister Alice.
Alice was on the school council and the more intelligent of the two. Her cheerful but responsible attitude was greatly appreciated wherever she went. She resembled her sister in a lot of ways, but she also possessed various differences. First and most notably, Alice’s hair was blonde instead of brown. Also, Emma’s skin was a bit more tanned than that of Alice and Emma had a more voluptuous body than her sister. Sure, Alice had an amazing body as well, but it just wasn’t carved by sports like Emma’s. Still one could argue that Alice’s rather large round ass was better than Emma’s fine shaped one.
Both of them were extremely fond of me and in turn those girls were all I had. Their mother had been an addict and eventually left me alone with the children because she couldn’t handle the responsibility. I had loved her immensely, yet I couldn’t be with her as much as I had liked. She had been about 2 years older than me and unfortunately our relationship was rejected by my parents. When she accidentally became pregnant, my parents loosened up a little and allowed me to visit my own children. At the time I was old enough to leave my parents’ home and I surely would have, if only my parents didn’t pay my college funds. Becoming more aware of my responsibility towards those girls, I absolutely wanted to finish college. In the end I got my degree and moved in with her. Although she had responsibility for her children, she still managed to go to clubs and get her daily dose of drugs. I had warned her, begged her and scolded her but to no avail. After a few more months she abandoned her duty completely and ran off, leaving me alone with the kids.
Those were the dark times. I fell into a deep depression and if the girls hadn’t been there for me, I wouldn’t have made it out the endless freefalling. Spending your 20s raising two girls on your own was hard though. Extremely hard…
As the girls grew older, they also grew more and more affectionate towards me. After all, I couldn’t spend much time with them in their childhood. College ate away a lot of my time. I had tried my hardest to be home as much as I could, but studying took its toll on my time. It wasn’t until their mother left us that I completely focused my attention on them.


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