• *Duration:*
    Start: Tuesday 20th May 2025
    Stop: Friday 23rd May, 2025.

    Reward day: Monday 26th May, 2025.

    * 3 days Task:
    * choose any of the contents to post. Post 3 times a day. After Day 3, we will use hashtags to find post with the highest engagement.

    You will post in two places.
    1. Facebook (tag and follow the company)
    2. Nakupenda
    3. Share link of your post to this group. You can ask your friends to like and share. If people come to ask you for more details, refer them to the website. https://growsafe.ap

    5 persons with the highest comments and reactions will get cash prizes.
    Minimum reactions to qualify for counting are 50 likes and 20 comments:)

    *Prize allocation:*

    1st 45k
    2nd 25k
    3rd 15k
    4th 10k
    5th 5k
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    *Duration:* Start: Tuesday 20th May 2025 Stop: Friday 23rd May, 2025. Reward day: Monday 26th May, 2025. * 3 days Task: * choose any of the contents to post. Post 3 times a day. After Day 3, we will use hashtags to find post with the highest engagement. You will post in two places. 1. Facebook (tag and follow the company) 2. Nakupenda 3. Share link of your post to this group. You can ask your friends to like and share. If people come to ask you for more details, refer them to the website. https://growsafe.ap 5 persons with the highest comments and reactions will get cash prizes. Minimum reactions to qualify for counting are 50 likes and 20 comments:) *Prize allocation:* 1st 45k 2nd 25k 3rd 15k 4th 10k 5th 5k #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • Being One of the First on Nakupenda:

    My Early Experience
    When I got the invite to join Nakupenda’s early test run, I felt a mix of excitement and curiosity.
    A new social media platform? A fresh start? A chance to be part of something before the rest of the world even knows about it?
    Of course, I said yes.
    Logging into Nakupenda for the first time felt different.
    There weren’t millions of users yet. No overwhelming noise. Just a small, growing group of people excited to build something new — something better.
    At this stage, every post, every comment, and every connection feels personal.
    We’re not just users — we’re pioneers.
    We’re helping shape what Nakupenda will become.
    It’s been amazing to watch the first sparks of community take shape. People supporting each other. Creators showing up authentically. Conversations that aren’t just about going viral — but about being real.
    Of course, things aren’t perfect yet — it’s a brand new platform after all.
    But that’s part of the magic: we’re growing with Nakupenda, not just watching from the sidelines.
    Being an early tester reminds me why I fell in love with social media in the first place: connection, creativity, and community — before the noise and algorithms take over.
    If this is just the beginning, I can’t wait to see where Nakupenda goes next.
    And I’m proud to say: I was here from the start.

    #knowledge
    #testing
    #earlybirds
    #gbemiking
    Being One of the First on Nakupenda: My Early Experience When I got the invite to join Nakupenda’s early test run, I felt a mix of excitement and curiosity. A new social media platform? A fresh start? A chance to be part of something before the rest of the world even knows about it? Of course, I said yes. Logging into Nakupenda for the first time felt different. There weren’t millions of users yet. No overwhelming noise. Just a small, growing group of people excited to build something new — something better. At this stage, every post, every comment, and every connection feels personal. We’re not just users — we’re pioneers. We’re helping shape what Nakupenda will become. It’s been amazing to watch the first sparks of community take shape. People supporting each other. Creators showing up authentically. Conversations that aren’t just about going viral — but about being real. Of course, things aren’t perfect yet — it’s a brand new platform after all. But that’s part of the magic: we’re growing with Nakupenda, not just watching from the sidelines. Being an early tester reminds me why I fell in love with social media in the first place: connection, creativity, and community — before the noise and algorithms take over. If this is just the beginning, I can’t wait to see where Nakupenda goes next. And I’m proud to say: I was here from the start. #knowledge #testing #earlybirds #gbemiking
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  • I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school.

    It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him.

    When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out.

    One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement.

    "Daddy..."

    And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home.

    They were so happy.

    Jeremy looked at me.

    "You came to pick me up?"

    "Yes. I did."

    He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends.

    "Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow."

    And he entered the car.

    While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail.

    "Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?"

    He touched it with his hands.

    "My mum. She slapped me this morning."

    "Why?"

    He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road.

    "My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore."

    "Why?"

    "I do not know."

    "Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?"

    "Sometimes. I told her."

    "And she is not happy I do that?"

    He nodded his head and turned to look at the road.

    "I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you."

    He was speechless.

    While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building.

    I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together.

    He smiled.

    We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out.

    While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me.

    "Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today."

    I laughed.

    I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work.

    This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed.

    I am at work now, and considering the second option.

    I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does.

    That's all.

    My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do.
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    ™ I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school. It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him. When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out. One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement. "Daddy..." And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home. They were so happy. Jeremy looked at me. "You came to pick me up?" "Yes. I did." He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends. "Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow." And he entered the car. While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail. "Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?" He touched it with his hands. "My mum. She slapped me this morning." "Why?" He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road. "My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore." "Why?" "I do not know." "Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?" "Sometimes. I told her." "And she is not happy I do that?" He nodded his head and turned to look at the road. "I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you." He was speechless. While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building. I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together. He smiled. We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out. While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me. "Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today." I laughed. I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work. This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed. I am at work now, and considering the second option. I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does. That's all. My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do. #Discipline #nakupenda
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  • "When did you start putting on makeup?" Chisom asked, watching her roommate struggle to apply mascara.

    "Lately," Danielle replied, still focused on the mirror.

    "I don't know what this is, but you have to stop it," Chisom said, getting out of bed. She slipped into her fluffy pink slippers and walked into the bathroom.

    "Are you jealous of me?" Danielle shouted after her.

    Chisom burst into laughter.

    A few minutes later, she came out, wiping her face with a towel. Standing akimbo, she looked at her roommate, who now resembled a runaway clown.

    "Why would I be jealous of you?"

    "Then why are you opposing my choice of appearance?" Danielle asked, trying to fix her hair.

    "You're changing yourself to fit into that flashy group you joined last week. You're trying to please them, but you're displeasing yourself. In the end, you'll only confuse yourself," Chisom said, climbing back into bed.

    Danielle pouted, silently reflecting on what Chisom had just said.

    ---

    Have you ever found yourself doing things you normally wouldn’t, just to fit in or impress others?

    Maybe you’ve compromised your values or changed your appearance — not because you wanted to, but because you were afraid of being left out.

    Here’s the truth:

    People-pleasers often try to satisfy everyone but end up pleasing no one. The people you're trying so hard to impress may never be satisfied — and worse, they might even see you as fake. At the end of the day, you lose yourself.

    So don't live to please people.

    Be true to yourself. That’s where real confidence lies.

    © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
    "When did you start putting on makeup?" Chisom asked, watching her roommate struggle to apply mascara. "Lately," Danielle replied, still focused on the mirror. "I don't know what this is, but you have to stop it," Chisom said, getting out of bed. She slipped into her fluffy pink slippers and walked into the bathroom. "Are you jealous of me?" Danielle shouted after her. Chisom burst into laughter. A few minutes later, she came out, wiping her face with a towel. Standing akimbo, she looked at her roommate, who now resembled a runaway clown. "Why would I be jealous of you?" "Then why are you opposing my choice of appearance?" Danielle asked, trying to fix her hair. "You're changing yourself to fit into that flashy group you joined last week. You're trying to please them, but you're displeasing yourself. In the end, you'll only confuse yourself," Chisom said, climbing back into bed. Danielle pouted, silently reflecting on what Chisom had just said. --- Have you ever found yourself doing things you normally wouldn’t, just to fit in or impress others? Maybe you’ve compromised your values or changed your appearance — not because you wanted to, but because you were afraid of being left out. Here’s the truth: People-pleasers often try to satisfy everyone but end up pleasing no one. The people you're trying so hard to impress may never be satisfied — and worse, they might even see you as fake. At the end of the day, you lose yourself. So don't live to please people. Be true to yourself. That’s where real confidence lies. © Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
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  • Calling on all bakers and lovers of Confectioneries to join this group
    https://betatesting.nakupenda.app/groups/GsTasty
    Let's build a community here and showcase our beautiful jobs

    #Happiness
    #GsTasty
    Calling on all bakers and lovers of Confectioneries to join this group https://betatesting.nakupenda.app/groups/GsTasty Let's build a community here and showcase our beautiful jobs #Happiness #GsTasty
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  • Hey guys!! and Happy holidays!!!

    How many of us remember 2go??

    We can have a different section for joining different groups where we can discuss different topics and learn different things.

    Take an example a group called ""MY SOULMATE""
    Youll be asked series of questions before you can join the group . its like a dating app embedded in this red space.

    Afterall Nakupenda means LOVE right??

    let me know what you think in the comment section.

    #Nakupenda
    David Ekanem
    Hey guys!! and Happy holidays!!! How many of us remember 2go?? We can have a different section for joining different groups where we can discuss different topics and learn different things. Take an example a group called ""MY SOULMATE"" Youll be asked series of questions before you can join the group . its like a dating app embedded in this red space. Afterall Nakupenda means LOVE right?? 🥳 let me know what you think in the comment section. #Nakupenda [iamdajek]
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  • *HOW TO MAINTAIN PEACE IN THE GROUP YOU BELONG TO.*

    *(1).* Take everything as joke.

    *(2).* No one is bigger than others in the group.

    *(3).* No one is too important for the group.

    *(4).* Everyone should do his or her best.

    *(5).* When having issues with a group member, don't leave, but stay to resolve and address.

    *(6).* No one gets paid so it's a thing of love and volunteering efforts.

    *(7).* Live your normal life, you are unique and without you the group will be boring.

    *(8).* Never expect someone else to build the group, but do your best by making your contribution.

    *(9).* Group members should learn how to socialize, meet new friends and improve on their social skills.

    *(10).* Always respond to greetings by leaving out pride, arrogance, and boastfulness.

    *(11).* Anything that happens outside the group must remain outside.

    *(12).* Groups are always for fun, so let's make and have fun out of whatever is posted. Don't just read a post, make a comment to enrich it.
    #Emacraft
    #Consistency
    #Nakupenda
    *HOW TO MAINTAIN PEACE IN THE GROUP YOU BELONG TO.* 🙄 *(1).* Take everything as joke. 🙄 *(2).* No one is bigger than others in the group. 🙄 *(3).* No one is too important for the group. 🙄 *(4).* Everyone should do his or her best. 🙄 *(5).* When having issues with a group member, don't leave, but stay to resolve and address. 🙄 *(6).* No one gets paid so it's a thing of love and volunteering efforts. 🙄 *(7).* Live your normal life, you are unique and without you the group will be boring. 🙄 *(8).* Never expect someone else to build the group, but do your best by making your contribution. 🙄 *(9).* Group members should learn how to socialize, meet new friends and improve on their social skills. 🙄 *(10).* Always respond to greetings by leaving out pride, arrogance, and boastfulness. 🙄 *(11).* Anything that happens outside the group must remain outside. 🙄 *(12).* Groups are always for fun, so let's make and have fun out of whatever is posted. Don't just read a post, make a comment to enrich it. #Emacraft #Consistency #Nakupenda
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  • Any kind of communication that attacks or uses discriminatory language with reference to a person or a group based on their religion, ethnicity, nationality, race, colour, descent, gender or other identity factor should be abolished. Let love lead #ForTUNate_2016
    Any kind of communication that attacks or uses discriminatory language with reference to a person or a group based on their religion, ethnicity, nationality, race, colour, descent, gender or other identity factor should be abolished. Let love lead ❤️ #ForTUNate_2016
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  • My Wife’s Salary Was a Mystery Until I discovered How Much She’s Truly Worth. In 2021 she told me her salary was 9500/- and then two years later, when she got promoted, I asked about her salary and she said, “Oh these people, don’t mind them. They added only 1500/- to my old salary" Because of her meager salary, I’ve taken up so many responsibilities in the house without complaint. I pay for utilities and pay for food. I pay the fees of our two kids, clothe them, and take care of their medical bills. When my wife sends me a grocery list, she adds sanitary pads. She buys dresses and clothes, comes to show them to me, and asks me to pay for them. She started talking about a car when our second child came in. Things weren’t good on my side so I asked her to give me some time. She said, “I’ve saved something. I can add it to what you have so you pay me when your money comes.”
    .
    I agreed and took that money from her, topped it up to get her a car. For three months my ears never had rest. She would wake up at dawn and ask me to pay what I owed her. I got tired and paid the money when I didn’t have much in my account.
    .
    One evening, I turned my laptop on and saw a lot of emails. I checked and it was my wife’s email that had been opened. I asked her, “Did you use my laptop?” She answered, “Yeah I was checking something.” I told her, “Then you didn’t log out.” She answered, “I forgot. Please log out for me.”
    I was about to log out when something caught my attention. I saw a mail with the subject, “January Payslip.” I opened and started going through. When I saw her gross salary, I was shocked. 74,734/-.
    And this girl has been crying poverty?
    .
    I went through the details. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was angry. I felt let down. I felt cheated. I felt played. We’ve been married for six good years and my wife earned that much without my knowledge? How much she earned didn’t bother me a lot than what she was using that money for. I decided not to talk immediately but rather do a little bit of investigation.
    .
    All my life I’ve held the view that it wasn’t right for anyone to go through their partner’s phone. It’s an invasion of privacy and it breeds mistrust in the relationship but that night, going through her phone was the only way to find out what I was looking for.
    I started with her best friend. Nothing much was found. Her family had a Whatsapp group. I read the messages there. I got few hints. I went through the chat with her father and that was when I realized my wife had bought a piece of land and had started building. Her father was in charge of the project. He had sent photos of the various stages of the building. At some point, her father said, “Thank you for helping out your brother. He would have been home had it not been you.”
    .
    She has only one brother, her senior brother. I went to look for the chat between them. Her senior brother lost his job and was home doing nothing so my wife bought him a car to use for Uber. Every week, her brother rendered an account and they split the money. From all indications, my wife was doing well for herself while she plays poor so she could rely on my salary. Why would she do that? I thought I was being a supportive husband so my wife could be proud of the man she married. When we bought land, it was her name and my name that appeared on the land title. That car I bought for her with a loan from her bears her name. I didn’t mind. I believed what’s hers was also mine.
    .
    The next morning she realized I wasn’t looking well. I was boiling on the inside but looking for a good opportunity to start the conversation. When I calmed down a little, I asked her, “So why would you do that to me?”
    She asked, “What have I done?”
    I answered, “You bought land, you never told me. You started building on it, you never told me. When are you going to tell me?”
    She was shocked.
    She asked, “Who told you all that?”
    I said, “Your father did.” She stood quiet for a while.
    She asked, “Why would my father tell you all that? What were you people talking about”
    I said, “I don’t know. You can ask him.”
    .
    We left it there. Some minutes later she came to me with her phone: “My father wants to talk to you.” The phone was already on a loudspeaker. His father was clearly angry.
    He asked, almost shouting, “You said I told you my daughter has a building, Where did I say that and when?”
    I asked, “Is it not true that my wife has a building project going on that you’re supervising?”
    He asked me, “I told you that?”
    I asked, “Is it true or not?” After the back and forth I told them, “I read your messages last night. I saw the pictures. I read the various budget you had sent to my wife. I read the confirmation of the money receipts that you sent her. You’re a man. Would you be happy if your wife does this to you?”
    He started fumbling. He started apologizing saying he thought I was aware....
    .
    My wife stood there motionless, didn’t know what to say. When her father hung up, I told her everything I knew, from her salary to the car she bought for her brother. I said, “Yet, even your sanitary pad, I buy them. You think I’m a fool? You’ll use your money to acquire your own properties and live on mine because you’re my wife? I hear. We’ll see.”
    .
    Trust was lost. Love was broken. We had to find a new way of living our lives going forward. Her father called me every morning and evening apologizing for everything and sometimes taking up the blame so I didn’t have to blame his daughter.
    I told him, “The emotional state I’m in right now, it would be hard to think straight or think forgiveness. Just give me space.”
    Three days later, they were in our house. The father, the mother, and the senior brother. They came to apologize.
    “Don’t let this break up the beautiful marriage you both have. If nothing at all, consider the kids and be lenient in your judgment.”
    .
    I listened to them. My position was still the same. “I need time to clear my mind. Just leave me alone to think.”
    From last month to this moment that I’m writing this, my wife had changed totally. She doesn’t ask for money but the house is being run smoothly. She has started paying for things she never paid for but that doesn’t move me. She has taught me a very great lesson and I’m taking it seriously. That in everything, I have to look out for myself and my family first.
    Last she told me, “If you want us to change the names on those properties, we can do so.”
    Guess whose name is on the property…her father’s name.”
    .
    I told her, “You don’t need to change anything. They are yours. You suffered for them so you can decide what you want to do with them.”
    The land I bought has our names. I’m selling it and take my money back. The car she’s driving has her name. I put a for-sale sticker on it some weeks ago. She agreed she’ll pay for the car. I’ve given her two months to pay up or I sell it and take my money. She’s getting the message and I’m glad. Each one for himself, God for us all. She keeps asking if I’m going to leave her. I keep telling her I won’t but if she wants a divorce, I will gladly give her. I’m not going to leave the marriage. I would give us some time to heal and see what may happen but when it comes to money, I’ve taken the lesson she taught me through her actions...

    #copied
    #Discipline
    #beopentoyourcouple
    My Wife’s Salary Was a Mystery Until I discovered How Much She’s Truly Worth. In 2021 she told me her salary was 9500/- and then two years later, when she got promoted, I asked about her salary and she said, “Oh these people, don’t mind them. They added only 1500/- to my old salary" Because of her meager salary, I’ve taken up so many responsibilities in the house without complaint. I pay for utilities and pay for food. I pay the fees of our two kids, clothe them, and take care of their medical bills. When my wife sends me a grocery list, she adds sanitary pads. She buys dresses and clothes, comes to show them to me, and asks me to pay for them. She started talking about a car when our second child came in. Things weren’t good on my side so I asked her to give me some time. She said, “I’ve saved something. I can add it to what you have so you pay me when your money comes.” . I agreed and took that money from her, topped it up to get her a car. For three months my ears never had rest. She would wake up at dawn and ask me to pay what I owed her. I got tired and paid the money when I didn’t have much in my account. . One evening, I turned my laptop on and saw a lot of emails. I checked and it was my wife’s email that had been opened. I asked her, “Did you use my laptop?” She answered, “Yeah I was checking something.” I told her, “Then you didn’t log out.” She answered, “I forgot. Please log out for me.” I was about to log out when something caught my attention. I saw a mail with the subject, “January Payslip.” I opened and started going through. When I saw her gross salary, I was shocked. 74,734/-. And this girl has been crying poverty? . I went through the details. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was angry. I felt let down. I felt cheated. I felt played. We’ve been married for six good years and my wife earned that much without my knowledge? How much she earned didn’t bother me a lot than what she was using that money for. I decided not to talk immediately but rather do a little bit of investigation. . All my life I’ve held the view that it wasn’t right for anyone to go through their partner’s phone. It’s an invasion of privacy and it breeds mistrust in the relationship but that night, going through her phone was the only way to find out what I was looking for. I started with her best friend. Nothing much was found. Her family had a Whatsapp group. I read the messages there. I got few hints. I went through the chat with her father and that was when I realized my wife had bought a piece of land and had started building. Her father was in charge of the project. He had sent photos of the various stages of the building. At some point, her father said, “Thank you for helping out your brother. He would have been home had it not been you.” . She has only one brother, her senior brother. I went to look for the chat between them. Her senior brother lost his job and was home doing nothing so my wife bought him a car to use for Uber. Every week, her brother rendered an account and they split the money. From all indications, my wife was doing well for herself while she plays poor so she could rely on my salary. Why would she do that? I thought I was being a supportive husband so my wife could be proud of the man she married. When we bought land, it was her name and my name that appeared on the land title. That car I bought for her with a loan from her bears her name. I didn’t mind. I believed what’s hers was also mine. . The next morning she realized I wasn’t looking well. I was boiling on the inside but looking for a good opportunity to start the conversation. When I calmed down a little, I asked her, “So why would you do that to me?” She asked, “What have I done?” I answered, “You bought land, you never told me. You started building on it, you never told me. When are you going to tell me?” She was shocked. She asked, “Who told you all that?” I said, “Your father did.” She stood quiet for a while. She asked, “Why would my father tell you all that? What were you people talking about” I said, “I don’t know. You can ask him.” . We left it there. Some minutes later she came to me with her phone: “My father wants to talk to you.” The phone was already on a loudspeaker. His father was clearly angry. He asked, almost shouting, “You said I told you my daughter has a building, Where did I say that and when?” I asked, “Is it not true that my wife has a building project going on that you’re supervising?” He asked me, “I told you that?” I asked, “Is it true or not?” After the back and forth I told them, “I read your messages last night. I saw the pictures. I read the various budget you had sent to my wife. I read the confirmation of the money receipts that you sent her. You’re a man. Would you be happy if your wife does this to you?” He started fumbling. He started apologizing saying he thought I was aware.... . My wife stood there motionless, didn’t know what to say. When her father hung up, I told her everything I knew, from her salary to the car she bought for her brother. I said, “Yet, even your sanitary pad, I buy them. You think I’m a fool? You’ll use your money to acquire your own properties and live on mine because you’re my wife? I hear. We’ll see.” . Trust was lost. Love was broken. We had to find a new way of living our lives going forward. Her father called me every morning and evening apologizing for everything and sometimes taking up the blame so I didn’t have to blame his daughter. I told him, “The emotional state I’m in right now, it would be hard to think straight or think forgiveness. Just give me space.” Three days later, they were in our house. The father, the mother, and the senior brother. They came to apologize. “Don’t let this break up the beautiful marriage you both have. If nothing at all, consider the kids and be lenient in your judgment.” . I listened to them. My position was still the same. “I need time to clear my mind. Just leave me alone to think.” From last month to this moment that I’m writing this, my wife had changed totally. She doesn’t ask for money but the house is being run smoothly. She has started paying for things she never paid for but that doesn’t move me. She has taught me a very great lesson and I’m taking it seriously. That in everything, I have to look out for myself and my family first. Last she told me, “If you want us to change the names on those properties, we can do so.” Guess whose name is on the property…her father’s name.” . I told her, “You don’t need to change anything. They are yours. You suffered for them so you can decide what you want to do with them.” The land I bought has our names. I’m selling it and take my money back. The car she’s driving has her name. I put a for-sale sticker on it some weeks ago. She agreed she’ll pay for the car. I’ve given her two months to pay up or I sell it and take my money. She’s getting the message and I’m glad. Each one for himself, God for us all. She keeps asking if I’m going to leave her. I keep telling her I won’t but if she wants a divorce, I will gladly give her. I’m not going to leave the marriage. I would give us some time to heal and see what may happen but when it comes to money, I’ve taken the lesson she taught me through her actions... #copied #Discipline #beopentoyourcouple
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  • THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana

    Have you ever wondered …
    How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa?

    Let me tell you a story.

    So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered.

    That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned.

    They didn’t sit down and complain.
    They started again.
    From scratch. From the ground up.

    That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi.

    But they didn’t do it alone.
    They used a system, one powerful principle:

    “Never Leave Your Brother.”

    If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop.

    Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside.

    They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind."

    This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy.

    They built communities.
    They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi).
    They lifted each other from trenches to triumph.
    They created chains of value - and chains of trust.

    And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana

    He started small - one nightclub in Abuja.
    But he didn’t rise alone.
    He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him.

    Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment
    it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth.

    Now His 50th birthday was a blast.

    From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage .

    You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ?

    He is Igbo right ?

    He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch.

    That’s the Igbo system.
    Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother.

    That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community.

    That's how the Igbos grow

    That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa

    As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man.

    I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth.

    If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself:

    Are you lifting others as you rise?

    Are you creating value or just chasing money?

    Are you building a system, or are you walking alone?

    Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal.

    Obi Cubana didn’t just make money.
    He made men. He made systems. He made history.

    And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship.

    Start now to build men.

    #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou
    THE IGBO ENTREPRENEURSHIP SYSTEM - The Strategy That Built Obi Cubana Have you ever wondered … How did the Igbo people rise from losing everything after the war, to becoming one of the most entrepreneurial tribes in Africa? Let me tell you a story. So After the Nigerian civil war, the Igbos were left with nothing. According to history, people who had thousands in their accounts were only given £20. Businesses destroyed. Hope shattered. That’s how the new system treated them; broke, broken, and abandoned. They didn’t sit down and complain. They started again. From scratch. From the ground up. That's the spirit of the Igbo Chi. But they didn’t do it alone. They used a system, one powerful principle: “Never Leave Your Brother.” If you’re selling biscuits and need to buy Lipton, you go to your brother’s shop. Even if his price is a bit higher ; you still buy from him. That’s how Igbos built their own economy from inside. They called it “Onye Aghala Nwanne Ya ” - "Don’t leave your brother behind." This was more than business. It was survival. It was loyalty. It was strategy. They built communities. They trained one another through apprenticeship (Igba Boi). They lifted each other from trenches to triumph. They created chains of value - and chains of trust. And no one represents this model today better than Obi Cubana He started small - one nightclub in Abuja. But he didn’t rise alone. He surrounded himself with people he empowered , and they, in turn, empowered him. Today, many of his “boys” are millionaires, and they’re all still connected. That’s what made his mum’s burial a historic moment it wasn’t about showing off, it was about community wealth. Now His 50th birthday was a blast. From Business Men to superstars to sports players they all gathered to pay homage . You might wondering what a popular pastor was doing at the event ? He is Igbo right ? He came to pay homage to his brother who built from scratch. That’s the Igbo system. Build. Empower. Don’t leave your brother. That's why Anywhere you see an Igbo person there must be a community. That's how the Igbos grow ❤️ That's how they were able to bounce back and become the most proporous ethnic group in Africa As Obi Cubana celebrates his 50th birthday, I see more than a successful man. I see a case study of Igbo resilience, strategy, and communal growth. If you're building something today, I want you to ask yourself: Are you lifting others as you rise? Are you creating value or just chasing money? Are you building a system, or are you walking alone? Because wealth built alone is fragile. But wealth built in brotherhood is eternal. Obi Cubana didn’t just make money. He made men. He made systems. He made history. And that, my friend, is the secret of Igbo entrepreneurship. Start now to build men. #Utom58 #De_NextVerYou
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  • What are the best ways to meet new people?


    Meeting new people can be an exciting adventure! Here are some of the best ways to expand your social circle:

    Join a Class or Workshop: Whether it's cooking, painting, or a new language, classes are a great way to meet people with similar interests.
    Participate in Sports Leagues: Engaging in team sports not only keeps you active but also helps you bond with teammates.
    Attend Local Events: Check out community events, festivals, or markets. These gatherings are perfect for mingling.
    Volunteer: Helping out for a cause you care about can connect you with like-minded individuals.
    Use Social Platforms: Websites like Meetup.com or local Facebook groups can help you find events and activities in your area.
    Frequent Local Cafés or Libraries: Regular visits to local spots can lead to casual conversations and new friendships.
    Language Cafés: If you're interested in learning a new language, these informal gatherings are a fun way to meet people.
    Each of these options offers a unique way to connect with others. Which one sounds the most appealing to you?
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    #@mybest
    What are the best ways to meet new people? Meeting new people can be an exciting adventure! Here are some of the best ways to expand your social circle: Join a Class or Workshop: Whether it's cooking, painting, or a new language, classes are a great way to meet people with similar interests. Participate in Sports Leagues: Engaging in team sports not only keeps you active but also helps you bond with teammates. Attend Local Events: Check out community events, festivals, or markets. These gatherings are perfect for mingling. Volunteer: Helping out for a cause you care about can connect you with like-minded individuals. Use Social Platforms: Websites like Meetup.com or local Facebook groups can help you find events and activities in your area. Frequent Local Cafés or Libraries: Regular visits to local spots can lead to casual conversations and new friendships. Language Cafés: If you're interested in learning a new language, these informal gatherings are a fun way to meet people. Each of these options offers a unique way to connect with others. Which one sounds the most appealing to you? 😊 #Discipline #nakupenda #@mybest
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  • Good evening Nakupenda
    #Group 4
    Good evening Nakupenda #Group 4
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