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Bro to bro, I noticed this real quick, beautiful women are everywhere, but successful men? Rare as a unicorn That’s why you gotta remember your own value, no matter who’s walking in front of you. Don’t let looks fool you into thinking you’re lucky, you’re the prize, bro! I treat myself like gold, and that sets the standard for anyone around me So yeah, stay rare, stay solid, and don’t bend for anyone just because they’re easy on the eyes.

A man sleeps with his friend’s woman, gets caught what happens? 1. He ends the fling. 2. He ends the friendship. 3. He moves on quietly. A woman does the same thing? 1. She confronts her friend. 2. She calls her out publicly. 3. She tells everyone who’ll listen. Why is accountability only loud when it’s a woman? Drop your thoughts do men really get a free pass, or is it just how society trained them?

@sheis_Z Life is good

men without girlfriends, how’s life?

not giving birth in this economy is a form of self care

Dating me requires patience because I dey distance myself when my funds are very low.😊😊😊

@Tasha1644 Lmao 😂

I hate it when an elderly woman is advising me and she includes " no b say you don born o."

@_amaraxxhi_ Mind your business

stop acting like you hate relationships, the person u like doesn't like u back right ?

@Aguanah17 No long talk

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Victor Osimhen: "I don't CARE about looks. If you don't bring anything to the table, I'm not doing anything”. “I can't buy a Birkin bag of €100K for you, and when it's my turn... you are telling me 'a king is born today'”. 🇳🇬

@Dearxlimmm It's all good here man !

@itzQmax I'm active. How's life?

I’ve noticed a drop in mutuals since I’ve been inactive. If you’re seeing this, let’s reconnect and continue engaging again. And if you want a sincere mutual, you can follow. 🤝

You can only appreciate this young hustler by liking this photo and drop a word of encouragement in the comments tank you so much.

My female neighbor came to borrow my gas yesterday afternoon the moment I returned from work. I had bought food from a nearby eatery on my way back, so I gave it to her without hesitation. My gas was almost finished but I figured it would be enough for whatever she needed. Guess what? She did not return it yesterday. This morning, before church, I needed the gas to heat water. I went to her place and asked for it back. She said the gas finished while she was using it the previous evening, so she refilled 1kg into the cylinder. Then she told me to return it after use because she was not done with it. I thought she was joking. I casually said "otilor" (it's gone). Her response floored me. "Na me go refill your gas for you? Abeg return am before you go church." I was wowed. But I said okay, no problem, and collected it. This is someone who borrows my gas on a regular basis. At least twice a week. I did not return it. And she will never see my gas again. Let her do her worst. Above all, love God.

There's this account that always drops 3 to 5 quality comments on my posts. Somehow the algorithm picks it up along with my post, and all his comments get massive engagement too. I'm so happy for him, to be honest.

@cynthiajosh701 Too gorgeous 🥰 This one na Air napep 😂😂

Air peace

@nnamdyun Wahala 😂😂

Some people are just gloriously ugly. Because whaat?

It started with small things. She used to come to his shop every evening, always around the same time, buying things she didn’t really need. First bread. Then biscuits. Then just pure water. He noticed. Do you actually eat all these things, he asked one day, smiling. She shrugged. Maybe I just like your shop. He laughed, but something about it stayed with him. Her name was Amara. Soft voice, steady eyes. Not loud, not trying too hard. Just present. Days turned into weeks. Conversations got longer. Sometimes she wouldn’t even buy anything, just lean on the counter while they talked about random things, music, dreams that felt too big to say out loud. One evening, it rained heavily. The kind that keeps you in one place. Looks like you’re stuck here, he said. I don’t mind, she replied. They sat quietly, listening to the rain. Come over to my place. It’s just behind the shop. You can wait till it slows down. She hesitated, then nodded. His room was in the compound behind the shop. Simple. Neat, but lived in. Nice, she said softly. Manageable, he replied. The rain didn’t stop. They sat on the edge of his bed, talking slower now. At some point, the talking stopped. He looked at her. She looked back. Something had shifted. He moved closer. She didn’t pull away. Her hand brushed his and stayed there. You sure, he asked quietly. She nodded. Just as he leaned in The door opened. Chinedu His mother stood there, frozen, taking everything in. Amara jumped back. He nearly fell off the bed. Silence filled the room. I sent you to bring garri from the store, she said calmly. This is what you’re doing He couldn’t speak. Amara stood up, fixing her clothes, avoiding his eyes. I should go She walked past his mother without another word. The rain had stopped. And somehow, everything else had too.