• Introducing Growsafe.app – DeFi Made Practical

    I’m excited to share how we’re using DeFi to solve real-world financial challenges. Growsafe offers three powerful tools: GrowSwap, for buying and selling over 400 cryptocurrencies; GrowStake, which gives you 7% monthly returns on your USDT; and GROW, our upcoming token for seamless payments. We're building financial freedom—securely and sustainably.

    GrowSafe

    #Growsafe
    #GROW
    #DeFi
    #staking
    #Focus
    Steady wins in crypto.
    Introducing Growsafe.app – DeFi Made Practical I’m excited to share how we’re using DeFi to solve real-world financial challenges. Growsafe offers three powerful tools: GrowSwap, for buying and selling over 400 cryptocurrencies; GrowStake, which gives you 7% monthly returns on your USDT; and GROW, our upcoming token for seamless payments. We're building financial freedom—securely and sustainably. GrowSafe #Growsafe #GROW #DeFi #staking #Focus Steady wins in crypto.
    Like
    Love
    5
    1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 585 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • Person wey i dey feed don go buy dog.
    I just dey wonder who go dey feed the two of them?
    Person wey i dey feed don go buy dog. I just dey wonder who go dey feed the two of them?
    Like
    1
    2 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 262 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • Together for Health
    22% $22302.9 أثار من $100000
    Support Good Health for All

    I’m starting this fundraiser to help people who can’t afford good healthcare. Some are sick and need money for hospital bills, medicine, or emergency treatment but they don’t have the means.

    Sadly, some people lose their lives just because help didn’t come on time or they couldn’t pay. With your support, we can:

    - Help pay medical bills for those who urgently need it
    - Buy important drugs for those who can’t afford them
    - Support families in getting proper medical care
    - Organize small health programs to teach people and do checkups

    No amount is too small, what you give can change or even save a life. Let’s show love not just in words, but with action.

    Please join me. Let’s help people get the care they deserve.

    #TogetherForHealth #NakupendaCares #SpreadTheLove
    #PeaceOfMind
    Support Good Health for All I’m starting this fundraiser to help people who can’t afford good healthcare. Some are sick and need money for hospital bills, medicine, or emergency treatment but they don’t have the means. Sadly, some people lose their lives just because help didn’t come on time or they couldn’t pay. With your support, we can: - Help pay medical bills for those who urgently need it - Buy important drugs for those who can’t afford them - Support families in getting proper medical care - Organize small health programs to teach people and do checkups No amount is too small, what you give can change or even save a life. Let’s show love not just in words, but with action. Please join me. Let’s help people get the care they deserve. #TogetherForHealth #NakupendaCares #SpreadTheLove #PeaceOfMind
    Love
    Like
    11
    2 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 774 مشاهدة 5 تبرعات 0 معاينة
  • MEGA PROFIT ALERT!

    Get ready to experience the ultimate profit explosion!

    Are you ready to:

    UNLOCK UNLIMITED EARNING POTENTIAL?

    MAXIMIZE YOUR PROFITS WITH OUREXCLUSIVE TRADE OPTIONS?

    ACHIEVE FINANCIAL FREEDOM AND LIVE THE LIFE YOU'VE ALWAYS DREAMT OF?

    TRADE YOUR WAY TO WEALTH

    12MONTHS TRADING:

    Trade 100k - 999k: 40% profits
    Trade 1M - 4.999M: 45% profit
    Trade 5M+: 50% profit

    18MONTHS TRADING:

    Trade 100k - 999k: 60% profit
    Trade 1M - 4.999M: 70% profit
    Trade 5M+: 75% profit

    24MONTHS TRADING:

    Trade 100k - 999k: 80% profit
    Trade 1M - 4.999M: 90% profit
    Trade 5M+: 100% profit!

    Open This Link to Join PWANGROUP BUY2SELL IKEJA WhatsApp Group 2:
    https://chat.whatsapp.com/J0Vmqk0adcYFqLdR5dry6Y

    *Kindly note that all Pwan Group Buy2Sell Ikeja Office Transaction payments should be made into any of the following accounts

    PWAN GROUP LIMITED IKEJA

    Providus Bank
    1304816465

    Zenith Bank
    1312096013


    CORPORATE OFFICE: 42 Allen Avenue Ikeja Lagos State
    MEGA PROFIT ALERT!🔔 🚨 Get ready to experience the ultimate profit explosion! Are you ready to: 💎UNLOCK UNLIMITED EARNING POTENTIAL? 💎MAXIMIZE YOUR PROFITS WITH OUREXCLUSIVE TRADE OPTIONS? 💎ACHIEVE FINANCIAL FREEDOM AND LIVE THE LIFE YOU'VE ALWAYS DREAMT OF? TRADE YOUR WAY TO WEALTH 12MONTHS TRADING: 💥Trade 100k - 999k: 40% profits 💥Trade 1M - 4.999M: 45% profit 💥Trade 5M+: 50% profit 18MONTHS TRADING: 💥Trade 100k - 999k: 60% profit 💥Trade 1M - 4.999M: 70% profit 💥Trade 5M+: 75% profit 24MONTHS TRADING: 💥Trade 100k - 999k: 80% profit 💥Trade 1M - 4.999M: 90% profit 💥Trade 5M+: 100% profit! Open This Link to Join PWANGROUP BUY2SELL IKEJA WhatsApp Group 2: https://chat.whatsapp.com/J0Vmqk0adcYFqLdR5dry6Y *Kindly note that all Pwan Group Buy2Sell Ikeja Office Transaction payments should be made into any of the following accounts PWAN GROUP LIMITED IKEJA Providus Bank 1304816465 Zenith Bank 1312096013 CORPORATE OFFICE: 42 Allen Avenue Ikeja Lagos State
    Like
    1
    0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 391 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • This evening I planned to meet with Jeremy's mother the moment I returned from work.

    His mum goes out very early in the morning and comes back late at night. Since it was about to rain heavily, I felt the mum would have returned home earlier today.

    So when I got back home this evening, I changed and headed straight for an eatery to buy some snacks for Jeremy. I bought an extra plate for the mother as well. I took these snacks and went to the house to knock.

    Jeremy was the one who opened the door when I knocked. He paused like he had seen a ghost. Then he glanced back and returned his gaze to me and whispered.

    "Dad."

    I whispered back.

    "Jeremy."

    Is your mummy in?"

    "Yes. She just came back."

    "Tell her I want to see her."

    He froze for a moment. I could see fear in his eyes.

    "Will you be in trouble?" I asked.

    He nodded his head.

    I understood his fear. I knew he was scared of his mother's reaction. Especially as she had already warned him about me.

    Just as I was about to turn back, his mother showed up at the door and opened the curtain. She must have heard my voice when I was talking with Jeremy.

    She pushed Jeremy behind her and the boy just went inside.

    "Good evening."

    "What do you want?"

    "I came to talk with you and I also brought some snacks and food for you and for Jeremy too. I stopped by the eatery."

    Jeremy was peeping through the window and I could see his face.

    "Did Jeremy tell you we were hungry?"

    "No...no. Not at all. I just wanted to see you and discuss with you. So I felt I shouldn't come empty-handed. I thought of what to get and believe me this was the best thing I could come up with."

    "We are not hungry, sir. We just ate dinner not long ago."

    I nodded.

    "Can I come in. So we talk?"

    "About what?"

    "Ummm... I understand you do not know me that well. I am your neighbor. I stay just over there. Jeremy and I have been friends and I met him once when I gave him a lift to school and since then I have been giving him lifts to school."

    "Are you a driver?"

    "No... I am a writer and script writer and I work for an establishment as well."

    "So since you are not a driver why are you interested in giving him a lift?"

    "I just... I mean since we go out together in the morning and I... Madam listen. Jeremy is a nice boy and I have seen him as my son as well as you have. I just wanted you to understand..."

    "Jeremy is not looking for a father. If he were I would have shown him where his father is. Please stay clear from my son. Please."

    She entered the house and shut the door angrily. For a moment I felt embarassed and useless.

    Jeremy waved at me and I waved back. I do not know if he was saying sorry or saying goodnight to me. But before I could wave back, his mother forcefully dragged him away from the window.

    I felt bad.

    I turned and left.

    On my way home, I got beaten by the rain. My clothes were drentched. It was as if the heavens were in agreement with her.

    I do not know if to stay off or try one more time.

    I do not know at all
    #nakupenda
    #Discipline
    This evening I planned to meet with Jeremy's mother the moment I returned from work. His mum goes out very early in the morning and comes back late at night. Since it was about to rain heavily, I felt the mum would have returned home earlier today. So when I got back home this evening, I changed and headed straight for an eatery to buy some snacks for Jeremy. I bought an extra plate for the mother as well. I took these snacks and went to the house to knock. Jeremy was the one who opened the door when I knocked. He paused like he had seen a ghost. Then he glanced back and returned his gaze to me and whispered. "Dad." I whispered back. "Jeremy." Is your mummy in?" "Yes. She just came back." "Tell her I want to see her." He froze for a moment. I could see fear in his eyes. "Will you be in trouble?" I asked. He nodded his head. I understood his fear. I knew he was scared of his mother's reaction. Especially as she had already warned him about me. Just as I was about to turn back, his mother showed up at the door and opened the curtain. She must have heard my voice when I was talking with Jeremy. She pushed Jeremy behind her and the boy just went inside. "Good evening." "What do you want?" "I came to talk with you and I also brought some snacks and food for you and for Jeremy too. I stopped by the eatery." Jeremy was peeping through the window and I could see his face. "Did Jeremy tell you we were hungry?" "No...no. Not at all. I just wanted to see you and discuss with you. So I felt I shouldn't come empty-handed. I thought of what to get and believe me this was the best thing I could come up with." "We are not hungry, sir. We just ate dinner not long ago." I nodded. "Can I come in. So we talk?" "About what?" "Ummm... I understand you do not know me that well. I am your neighbor. I stay just over there. Jeremy and I have been friends and I met him once when I gave him a lift to school and since then I have been giving him lifts to school." "Are you a driver?" "No... I am a writer and script writer and I work for an establishment as well." "So since you are not a driver why are you interested in giving him a lift?" "I just... I mean since we go out together in the morning and I... Madam listen. Jeremy is a nice boy and I have seen him as my son as well as you have. I just wanted you to understand..." "Jeremy is not looking for a father. If he were I would have shown him where his father is. Please stay clear from my son. Please." She entered the house and shut the door angrily. For a moment I felt embarassed and useless. Jeremy waved at me and I waved back. I do not know if he was saying sorry or saying goodnight to me. But before I could wave back, his mother forcefully dragged him away from the window. I felt bad. I turned and left. On my way home, I got beaten by the rain. My clothes were drentched. It was as if the heavens were in agreement with her. I do not know if to stay off or try one more time. I do not know at all #nakupenda #Discipline
    Like
    Love
    2
    1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 278 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • Buy from us 07032212265
    Buy from us 07032212265
    Like
    2
    0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 178 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • Let’s play a game!
    You just woke up… and somehow, you now have ALL the money in the world. No limits. No bills. Just pure freedom.

    First 3 things you’re doing with your unlimited wealth?
    Drop them in the comments—be honest, be wild, be YOU!

    I’ll start:

    1. Buy a private island with Wi-Fi and my closest friends.


    2. Fund clean water projects across the globe.


    3. Host a “no rules” pizza party in space.



    Your turn! Let’s see how creative (or generous) you are. Go!


    #Focus
    @everyone
    Let’s play a game! You just woke up… and somehow, you now have ALL the money in the world. No limits. No bills. Just pure freedom. First 3 things you’re doing with your unlimited wealth? Drop them in the comments—be honest, be wild, be YOU! I’ll start: 1. Buy a private island with Wi-Fi and my closest friends. 2. Fund clean water projects across the globe. 3. Host a “no rules” pizza party in space. Your turn! Let’s see how creative (or generous) you are. Go! #Focus @everyone
    Like
    Yay
    6
    1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 642 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment

    Episode 1

    The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village.

    As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear.
    “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed.
    He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls.

    He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—”
    She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture.

    A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him.
    “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!”

    He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life.

    By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless.

    But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again.

    #worldwide
    #africanfolktales
    #Discipline
    #nakupenda
    A Barrow Pusher Became Rich After Public Insults and Abandonment Episode 1 The sun was merciless that afternoon, pouring its heat down like punishment on the busy streets of Onitsha. Chijioke’s skin was browned from years of exposure, his hands calloused from pushing his barrow through tight markets and uphill roads. He had just finished delivering a load of yams to a woman in Ose Market and was making his way back, tired but hopeful. Business had been rough, but today, he had made a little more than usual. It was enough to buy garri, sugar and a little amount to send to his mother in the village. As he paused by a roadside kiosk to buy pure water, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years — sharp, familiar, and once dear. “Is that not Chijioke?” the voice echoed. He turned, and his heart thudded. Ada. Beautiful, proud Ada. The same Ada he had once given his heart to in their village school. Now she stood radiant in makeup and fancy clothes, flanked by two other girls. He smiled awkwardly, lifting his hand in greeting. “Ada, long time—” She cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Chijioke! You still dey push barrow? Haba! Na wa o. Look at your mates! They drive cars, they wear suits. And you?” Her friends burst into laughter. One even took out her phone to snap a picture. A small crowd began to gather. Traders stopped. Bus conductors paused their chants. People stared. Chijioke’s heart sank. He felt like the ground should open and swallow him. “I used to like you before,” Ada continued, “but now I thank God I said no to you. See your life!” He stood rooted, too stunned to speak. The bottle of water slipped from his hand. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Instead, he picked up his barrow slowly, nodded once, and pushed it forward. Each step felt like a hundred lashes to his pride. People whispered, others laughed, some just watched. It was the longest walk of his life. By the time he reached the edge of the market, his legs were shaking. He veered off the main road, found a quiet spot behind an abandoned shop, and sat on a broken cement slab. For the first time in years, he let the tears come. He cried for his dreams, for his shame, for his father who had died too soon, for the mother whose body was fading from sickness. He cried for being mocked, for being poor, for being helpless. But somewhere in the middle of the tears, a thought began to grow. What if this was not the end? What if her insult was a mirror showing him who he’d become — and who he could still be? The pain turned into fire. A quiet vow formed in his heart: They will never laugh at me like this again. #worldwide #africanfolktales #Discipline #nakupenda
    Like
    Love
    2
    0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 836 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • #ATTENDENT
    #GODSUNSHINE13
    #FAVOUR


    BUY YOUR CORRECT BONGA FISH

    MAKE ME YOUR SURE PLUG

    CALL/WHATSAPP NUMBER
    09037480687

    AM ACTIVE 24/7
    #ATTENDENT #GODSUNSHINE13 #FAVOUR BUY YOUR CORRECT BONGA FISH MAKE ME YOUR SURE PLUG CALL/WHATSAPP NUMBER 09037480687 AM ACTIVE 24/7
    Like
    1
    1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 271 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • Don't wait to buy real estate, rather buy real Estate and wait.
    #ATTENDANT #Grateful
    Don't wait to buy real estate, rather buy real Estate and wait. #ATTENDANT #Grateful
    Love
    1
    0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 392 مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • INTERNET AND THE EMERGING ZOMBIE GENERATION IN NIGERIA.

    JAMB PERFORMANCE BY NIGERIAN STUDENTS SINCE 2007..

    In 2007 -. 66% of NGR students scored 200 and above..

    in 2008 - 63% scored 200 and above

    2010 - 41% scored 200 and above..

    2015 - 30% scored 200 and above...

    2019 -. 24% scored 200 and above...

    2023 - 23% scored 200 and above...

    2025 - 22% scored 200 and above...

    by 2035 if nothing is done to arrest this worrying decline, This yahoo and jenzzy generation will call for the ending of JAMB...

    By 2050, university entry criteria will just be anyone who can spell his father's name...

    most of this kids who fail JAMB and still get higher institution admission behave like kids who didn't attend primary school..

    Education standard in NGR is in a state of coma ...
    if nothing is done urgent.... it would be permanently buried....
    Let’s stop lying.

    *FUTURES CRUSHED. A NATION EXPOSED.*

    - JAMB 2025 RESULT IS A DISASTER*

    The 2025 JAMB results are here. A disaster. OVER 1.5 MILLION STUDENTS SCORED BELOW 200.

    *WE ALL FAILED.*

    PARENTS: YOU RAISED FRAUDS, NOT CHILDREN

    You paid for “SPECIAL CENTRES” to cheat WAEC.
    You cared more about BRAGGING RIGHTS THAN BEDTIME STORIES.
    You taught your child to CUT CORNERS, NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS.
    Now JAMB strips off the mask, and they drown.
    What did you expect?
    You wanted SHORTCUTS, NOT KNOWLEDGE.
    Your child can’t think, but they know how to cheat. IS THIS PRIDE?

    *DEAR SCHOOLS AND TEACHERS, YOU SOLD SOULS FOR PROFIT*

    School owners, you hired teachers who couldn’t spell “education.”
    Classrooms became TRADING FLOORS.

    Teachers, you leaked exams, whispered answers, and called it “help.”

    You had one job: TO BUILD MINDS. Instead, YOU BUILT LIARS.

    Your students can’t write a sentence, but they know how to bypass integrity.
    SHAME ON YOU.


    *DEAR STUDENTS: YOU CHOSE EASY OVER EXCELLENCE*

    TikTok over textbooks. Parties over past questions.

    You mocked the “bookworms,” then prayed for miracles.

    You thought JAMB would “sort itself.” Now reality hits: LIFE DOESN’T FORWARD ANSWERS IN A WHATSAPP GROUP.

    You can afford to buy data, and get iPhones, but CAN'T BUY TEXTBOOKS OR SERIOUSNESS.

    You gambled with your future. WAKE UP.


    *TO OUR GOVERNMENT, YOU WATCHED THE FIRE BURN*

    You UNDERFUNDED SCHOOLS UNTIL ROOFS CAVED IN.

    You let UNQUALIFIED TEACHERS flood classrooms.

    You ignored “MIRACLE CENTRES” because palms were greased.

    Where are the POLICIES? THE OVERSIGHT? THE URGENCY?

    You talk about “tomorrow’s leaders” while STRANGLING THE SCHOOLS meant to shape them.


    *THIS IS OUR COLLECTIVE SHAME.*

    *PICTURE THIS:*
    Ten years from now, your child is the ENGINEER WHO BUILDS COLLAPSING BRIDGES,
    The DOCTOR WHO KILLS PATIENTS,
    The LEADER WHO STEALS BILLIONS.

    IS THIS THE FUTURE YOU WANT?

    We built this with:

    1. Parents who VALUED TROPHIES OVER TRUTH,
    2. Schools that SOLD CERTIFICATES, NOT CHARACTER,
    3. Students who TRADED GRIT FOR GOSSIP,
    4. And a government that LOOKED AWAY AND FAILED TO ACT.

    It is nearly impossible for anyone who scored B’s & A’s in their WAEC WITHOUT MALPRACTICE to score below 200 in JAMB.

    *SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG!*

    ©Paddylay
    INTERNET AND THE EMERGING ZOMBIE GENERATION IN NIGERIA. JAMB PERFORMANCE BY NIGERIAN STUDENTS SINCE 2007.. In 2007 -. 66% of NGR students scored 200 and above.. in 2008 - 63% scored 200 and above 2010 - 41% scored 200 and above.. 2015 - 30% scored 200 and above... 2019 -. 24% scored 200 and above... 2023 - 23% scored 200 and above... 2025 - 22% scored 200 and above... by 2035 if nothing is done to arrest this worrying decline, This yahoo and jenzzy generation will call for the ending of JAMB... By 2050, university entry criteria will just be anyone who can spell his father's name... most of this kids who fail JAMB and still get higher institution admission behave like kids who didn't attend primary school.. Education standard in NGR is in a state of coma ... if nothing is done urgent.... it would be permanently buried.... Let’s stop lying. *FUTURES CRUSHED. A NATION EXPOSED.* - JAMB 2025 RESULT IS A DISASTER* The 2025 JAMB results are here. A disaster. OVER 1.5 MILLION STUDENTS SCORED BELOW 200. *WE ALL FAILED.* PARENTS: YOU RAISED FRAUDS, NOT CHILDREN You paid for “SPECIAL CENTRES” to cheat WAEC. You cared more about BRAGGING RIGHTS THAN BEDTIME STORIES. You taught your child to CUT CORNERS, NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS. Now JAMB strips off the mask, and they drown. What did you expect? You wanted SHORTCUTS, NOT KNOWLEDGE. Your child can’t think, but they know how to cheat. IS THIS PRIDE? *DEAR SCHOOLS AND TEACHERS, YOU SOLD SOULS FOR PROFIT* School owners, you hired teachers who couldn’t spell “education.” Classrooms became TRADING FLOORS. Teachers, you leaked exams, whispered answers, and called it “help.” You had one job: TO BUILD MINDS. Instead, YOU BUILT LIARS. Your students can’t write a sentence, but they know how to bypass integrity. SHAME ON YOU. *DEAR STUDENTS: YOU CHOSE EASY OVER EXCELLENCE* TikTok over textbooks. Parties over past questions. You mocked the “bookworms,” then prayed for miracles. You thought JAMB would “sort itself.” Now reality hits: LIFE DOESN’T FORWARD ANSWERS IN A WHATSAPP GROUP. You can afford to buy data, and get iPhones, but CAN'T BUY TEXTBOOKS OR SERIOUSNESS. You gambled with your future. WAKE UP. *TO OUR GOVERNMENT, YOU WATCHED THE FIRE BURN* You UNDERFUNDED SCHOOLS UNTIL ROOFS CAVED IN. You let UNQUALIFIED TEACHERS flood classrooms. You ignored “MIRACLE CENTRES” because palms were greased. Where are the POLICIES? THE OVERSIGHT? THE URGENCY? You talk about “tomorrow’s leaders” while STRANGLING THE SCHOOLS meant to shape them. *THIS IS OUR COLLECTIVE SHAME.* *PICTURE THIS:* Ten years from now, your child is the ENGINEER WHO BUILDS COLLAPSING BRIDGES, The DOCTOR WHO KILLS PATIENTS, The LEADER WHO STEALS BILLIONS. IS THIS THE FUTURE YOU WANT? We built this with: 1. Parents who VALUED TROPHIES OVER TRUTH, 2. Schools that SOLD CERTIFICATES, NOT CHARACTER, 3. Students who TRADED GRIT FOR GOSSIP, 4. And a government that LOOKED AWAY AND FAILED TO ACT. It is nearly impossible for anyone who scored B’s & A’s in their WAEC WITHOUT MALPRACTICE to score below 200 in JAMB. *SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG!* ©Paddylay
    Like
    Love
    2
    0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 1كيلو بايت مشاهدة 0 معاينة
  • 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
    Like
    3
    1 التعليقات 1 المشاركات 1كيلو بايت مشاهدة 0 معاينة
الصفحات المعززة