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I was sleeping And I received a call They asked me if I ordered for OPay physical card I said no And they said OPay is sending me 1 for free And I said okay Then they asked for my address and phone number I told them Then they said I’ll receive a code I received it immediately I called the code for them They said it didn’t work, that they’ll send another one They did not long after I called it out for them again and they said thank you I went back to sleep Only to wake up and find my account empty 😭😭😭

@ArcSadam This isn't your story, I know and follow this lady on TikTok

This time, it wasn’t the labour pain that made me cry… but what happened after. The first two pictures are of me on March 1st, just a few hours after giving birth. My baby arrived safely, no complications. But the placenta? It didn’t come out. They had to manually remove it. After that, my tear was stitched, and I walked back to my recovery bed thinking the worst was over. My husband brought me hot white rice, stew, and beef. I was so hungry after labouring all night—I ate like my life depended on it. But shortly after, when I tried to lie down properly, I noticed my bed was soaked. I had been bleeding heavily. Everything changed instantly. I was rushed back in, and suddenly there were doctors, nurses, equipment, and medications everywhere. I was fighting for my life. I could see it in their faces—the urgency, the fear. They were working nonstop, sweating, trying to stop the bleeding. At that point, I wasn’t just holding on… I was begging to live. The pain, the constant needles—it all broke me. For the first time, I cried deeply. And in the middle of it all, I could hear my newborn crying, hungry for her first feed. I remember wondering… would I even survive to breastfeed my baby? I cried out to God, begging Him to spare my life—for my children. But what’s even more terrifying… Maybe I’ll share the rest of the story another time. For now, I’m just grateful—to be alive, and for a full month of slow but steady recovery 🥺🙏🏼

Finally, a woman has said it. If you text my partner, I assume he gave you his number so you can text him. If you call him, I assume he called you first. If you chill with him, assume he told you where to find him. Blame him for any conversation and attention he gives. I won't disrespect any lady, because she owes me nothing. It's my partner's job to respect me. A real man will never put me in a position to make me look stupid.

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@nocontextracks @ghostedit247 She won again

@ghostedit247 I won’t be surprised if it takes her over a month before she booms again. because that’s how gambling works. 🤷‍♀️

She don win game today and she get staking power …..so she fit fire this one without thinking twice. For those of you who don’t have staking power,don’t look at the fact that she won earlier and you missed it to now stake this game with all your money o…. You will cry hot tears with catarr running down your nose …. Gamble within your limits and never chase your losses . Good luck.

Never leave your laptop screen unlocked when you step away from your desk.

If your wife can’t bring up something difficult without you getting defensive, you’re showing her silence is safer than honesty. And that’s how you become roommates.

A man will visit his in laws and be treated like royalty but a woman will visit her in laws and be expected to auditioned for the role of a maid Make it makes sense!!!!

“How do u guys even do it I need to v£nt. Cooking, cleaners, taking care of babies. I am a mom of twin boys. My husband said he does not want maids or anyone living with him except for only us. I cook twice a day. My husband will never repeat food. I am the one always cooking. Yesterday I made egusi soup and he started saying this salt is much and asked I make spaghetti. Note if the kids are crying he will not help. He will be saying be fast and come get them kids....... I woke up this morning and I feel like running away leaving the kids for him. He said he wants moi moi and driving alone to the market with the twin is always hard for me. He hasn't restock so no beans at home. I will back one and carry one in my hands roaming the market. I am tired 6 I feel like speaking to my parents at this point. This marriage has caused me my s@nity I am always l0st in thoughts…” A young Nigerian mother has stirred reactions online after sharing the overwhelming challenges she faces managing her household as a mother of twin boys, with little support from her husband.

My wife hasn’t said “I love you” back in months. This morning I finally noticed. I asked her why. She didn’t raise her voice, didn’t argue, and didn’t list everything I’ve done wrong… She just said:

If we spent the same amount of time teaching men about how to be good husbands the way we teach women to be good wives, we would have fewer divorces and better marriages

@Misturalola @JOHNFIT47 @thisizbagy He made a mistake,he meant covenant university. Covenant university is in Ota

@JOHNFIT47 @thisizbagy Convention University might be in a Ota village but Covenant University definitely isn't.

You will never guess where this school is located 😭

@JOHNFIT47 @thisizbagy Na Ota you call village?

@thisizbagy It’s located in IKORODU of course and how does that matter? What can you say about BOWEN in odun village or Convention University in Ota village

My auntie didn’t struggle with infertility. She struggled with something quieter. She married young, 21, to a man everyone described as stable. Good job. Polite. From a decent family. Within a year, she was pregnant. Everyone congratulated her like she had unlocked the next level of life. But the pregnancy was difficult. She was constantly exhausted, dizzy, in pain. At every appointment, she said something felt wrong. Every time, she was told, “That’s normal. You’re just anxious.” During labor, there were complications. She remembers alarms going off. Nurses rushing. Then silence. She survived. The baby survived. After that, she was never the same. She lived with chronic pain. Severe fatigue. She could not stand for long without feeling faint. Yet every follow up visit ended the same way. “You’re fine.” “You just need rest.” “It’s probably hormones.” Her husband began complaining that she was not the same woman he married. He called her lazy. Moody. Dramatic. He said other women recover faster. Years passed. She forced herself through it. Cooked. Cleaned. Smiled at family gatherings while taking painkillers in private. In her late 30s, after collapsing at work, a new specialist finally ran proper tests. Untreated complications from childbirth. Internal damage that had been missed for years. She was not weak. She was not dramatic. She was not failing. She had simply been dismissed. Some women are told they are overreacting. Sometimes the truth is someone chose not to listen.

My wife stopped fighting with me in 2018. I thought we'd finally figured it out. No more arguments about the dishes. No more sighing when I forgot something. No more asking me to help with things I should've noticed myself. Peace. That's what I called it. For two years I lived in that silence thinking we'd reached some kind of marital maturity. Then one night—11 PM, night before Thanksgiving—I found her crying in the kitchen. Making pie crust from scratch because my mother had made a comment the year before about store-bought being "fine, I guess." I asked what was wrong. She looked at me like I was a stranger. "Nothing." That's when I realized: She hadn't stopped fighting because things were better. She stopped fighting because she stopped believing I would ever change. The silence wasn't peace. It was resignation. She'd built her entire life around my absence…while I was still in the house. Eating the food she cooked. Sleeping in the bed she made. Parenting the kids she was raising. And I called it partnership because I brought home a paycheck. Most men don't have a marriage problem. They have an absence problem. Their wives stopped asking because asking hurt too much. So they carry it alone. The meals. The schedules. The mental load. The holidays. And we sit on the couch checking our phones thinking "at least we're not fighting anymore." Brother, fighting would be better. Anger means she still believes you could change. Silence means she made peace with the fact that you won't. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Your wife is going to wake up before you. Start cooking while you sleep. Manage the chaos while you watch the parade. Clean up while you digest. Unless you don't let her. I wrote the protocol for coming home to a marriage you've been absent from. The 5 stages of wifely resignation. Why "I'll do better" doesn't work anymore. The 30-day silent rebuilding system. The conversation she needs to hear. It's called "When She Stopped Asking." Link below if you want it. But whether you buy it or not—wake up first tomorrow.

My dad was advising a man that was complaining about his wife not giving birth to a boy because the man said how will his name "survive" And my dad said something that made me go crazy with my goals he said, If you want your name to live and not die, make a name for yourself. your kids cannot keep your name alive. If you want your name to survive, give your name life by doing things that people will talk about when you die. he asked the guy "who remembers the kids of Abraham Lincoln or the kids of Thomas Edison or even Nnamdi Azikiwe?" "Who even cares about the kids of anyone great in history?" we don't. So if you want your name to not die, make a name for yourself by being a great person or else, your name will die when you die and there is nothing you can do about it. Every lineage comes to an end. But the great names in every dead lineage do not die. They outlive generations.

@chrislil_gh Oh Lord, please do it for me 🙏

I apologize for interrupting your scrolling, but if you're holding your phone right now, join me in typing... Lord, please do it for me.

Sometimes, you read a story that makes the blood in your veins run cold. Blessing's baby, Victory, was born premature and diagnosed with hydrocephalus (fluid in the brain), and she needs an urgent ₦1,000,000 surgery to survive. Instead of support, Blessing’s husband called her a witch for having a sick child and threw her and their baby out onto the street. Now, Blessing is alone, fighting for her daughter's life with nothing. Her husband turned his back, but we will not. AprokoNation, let's be the family she needs right now. Let's save Victory. Account Name: Obukohwo Blessing Account Number: 3581115542 Bank: EcoBank If you cannot donate, please, I am begging you, your retweet is a powerful gift. It might be the one that brings the help this mother and child desperately need. God bless you.