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Truth be told, leave stanship aside. Dede fell off so bad like so so bad. Imagine all you have is dropping pictures everyday for banger boys to be sexualizing you. Omo!

Why in God's name will this Edo nonentity, Otas Evbuomwan, hate Yoruba women this much? This disgusting human who is Operations Lead at Risevest has been making bigoted posts about Yoruba women since 2013. The crazy part is that she has a Yoruba daughter. Her bigotry for Yoruba women supercedes her love for her daughter. What a disgusting creature.

My friend called me this morning to come pick her up from her fiancé's apartment. She sounded so down on the phone, and that worried me. I asked her what the issue was, and she told me that her fiancé had just called off their engagement. She has been dating this man for three years, and just two weeks ago, they got engaged. Last week, she told me she was going to visit her fiancé's parents and would be spending a few days there. As planned, she went for the visit and from our conversations, things had been going smoothly until last night. She told me that her fiancé's mum asked her to peel yam and prep for pounded yam. While she was peeling, the woman kept coming into the kitchen frequently to check how she was doing it, which made her very uncomfortable. At some point, she told her soon-to-be MIL that she was fine, but the woman replied, "You know you Gen Z children only know how to prepare noodles. Some of you don't even prepare that well." She then told her that the peeling was not satisfactory, though she said she did fair. When the yam was ready, she reached for the electric yam pounder, but the fiancé's mum brought out her mortar and pestle and asked her to use that instead. My friend politely declined, explaining that she doesn't pound yam manually. But the woman insisted that she had to. After much back and forth, she reluctantly picked up the pestle and tried to pound, but halfway through, she was exhausted. The woman kept insisting that this was one of many tests she had to pass to be considered fit to marry her son. In the middle of all this, the son walked in, and the woman began complaining to him, saying he had brought home a Gen Z woman who could neither peel yam properly nor pound it manually. She tried to explain to her man that she had tried her best but was simply not used to it. The mum told him on the spot that if she could not pound the yam, she would not be endorsing the marriage. Her fiancé then told her that she had heard his mother, and that there was nothing he could do. Apparently, his mum has the final say in his life. His dad is late, and he is the only child. She told him she could not pound. He said if she didn't do as his mother had said, he would have no other option but to call it quits. My friend handed him the ring right there, went straight to his place, packed her things, and called me to come pick her up. Do you think she should have tried to pound some more? Or did she do the right thing by walking away from a three-year relationship? Let me get your takes..

Bringing this post back for those of you who insulted me at the time. This is no longer debatable, the post show clearly belongs to Dede

My own sister called me at 2am crying 😭 She said her husband had beaten her again and she was finally ready to leave. I drained my ₦350,000 savings. The same money I was saving for my business. Rented her a new apartment in Ikeja, moved her in at 5 am, and told no one in the family. Three months later she moved back to him and told our mother I was the one who destroyed her marriage. I had heard the slaps through the wall for two years. I watched her hide bruises with makeup before church. Every time I begged her to leave, she’d say, he’s just stressed, it’s not every time. But that night she finally said the words I’d prayed for: "Sister, help me escape." I didn’t sleep. I sold my gold, borrowed from my boss, and got her out before sunrise. I visited her every weekend with food and small money. She looked happier than I’d seen her in years. She even started talking about starting a small boutique. Then the calls stopped. WhatsApp went silent. My mother called me shouting, What did you do to your sister? Turns out the husband went to the village, cried to the elders, and said I used jazz to scatter their home. My sister, the same one I risked everything for agreed with him so she could move back without shame. She blocked me. She told the family I was jealous because my own marriage failed. 😭 Last week she posted a family picture with him and captioned "God restores." The same man who used to leave her bleeding on the bathroom floor. I just stared at the post and laughed from pure pain. Dear Sister, Sometimes the person you risk everything to save is the same person who will throw you under the bus to protect the very thing that was k!||ing them. You cannot want someone’s freedom more than they want it for themselves. Protect your peace like it’s your full-time job. Help from a distance when you must but never drain your own account to buy someone else’s peace. Question for the timeline: At what point do you stop helping family members who keep returning to toxic situations? Is there a limit to blood is thicker than water?

Bringing this post back for those of you who insulted me at the time. This is no longer debatable, the post show clearly belongs to Dede