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Remember to live below your means

Back in the early 2000s, there was a period when people stopped eating beans because it was allegedly poisonous and killing people. It was so serious that families were warned to avoid beans completely. But beans happened to be my dad’s favourite food 😭 That man could eat beans 5 times a week without complaining. After about 2 weeks without it, he finally told my mum, “If I perish, I perish… cook beans for me.” My mum was scared too, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. So this woman travelled all the way from Lagos to Ibadan just to buy beans because she believed the “poisoned beans” might not have reached there yet. When she got back, she cooked it. But when the food was ready, my mum served herself a good portion first and ate it alone. Then she told my dad: “If you don’t hear from me in 2 hours, come and check on me.” She locked herself inside the kitchen because people said those who ate the beans usually died within 30–40 minutes. My dad waited. One hour passed. Then two. Finally, he knocked on the kitchen door. My mum opened it perfectly fine 😭❤️ That was when she explained she ate first to make sure it was safe before giving it to him and the rest of us. Omo… my dad’s love and respect for that woman increased instantly. Till today, I still remember how he kept telling people about the wife who was willing to risk her life first just so her family could eat safely. That night, we all ate the beans together ❤️

Back in the early 2000s, there was a period when people stopped eating beans because it was allegedly poisonous and killing people. It was so serious that families were warned to avoid beans completely. But beans happened to be my dad’s favourite food 😭 That man could eat beans 5 times a week without complaining. After about 2 weeks without it, he finally told my mum, “If I perish, I perish… cook beans for me.” My mum was scared too, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. So this woman travelled all the way from Lagos to Ibadan just to buy beans because she believed the “poisoned beans” might not have reached there yet. When she got back, she cooked it. But when the food was ready, my mum served herself a good portion first and ate it alone. Then she told my dad: “If you don’t hear from me in 2 hours, come and check on me.” She locked herself inside the kitchen because people said those who ate the beans usually died within 30–40 minutes. My dad waited. One hour passed. Then two. Finally, he knocked on the kitchen door. My mum opened it perfectly fine 😭❤️ That was when she explained she ate first to make sure it was safe before giving it to him and the rest of us. Omo… my dad’s love and respect for that woman increased instantly. Till today, I still remember how he kept telling people about the wife who was willing to risk her life first just so her family could eat safely. That night, we all ate the beans together ❤️

Back in the early 2000s, there was a period when people stopped eating beans because it was allegedly poisonous and killing people. It was so serious that families were warned to avoid beans completely. But beans happened to be my dad’s favourite food 😭 That man could eat beans 5 times a week without complaining. After about 2 weeks without it, he finally told my mum, “If I perish, I perish… cook beans for me.” My mum was scared too, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. So this woman travelled all the way from Lagos to Ibadan just to buy beans because she believed the “poisoned beans” might not have reached there yet. When she got back, she cooked it. But when the food was ready, my mum served herself a good portion first and ate it alone. Then she told my dad: “If you don’t hear from me in 2 hours, come and check on me.” She locked herself inside the kitchen because people said those who ate the beans usually died within 30–40 minutes. My dad waited. One hour passed. Then two. Finally, he knocked on the kitchen door. My mum opened it perfectly fine 😭❤️ That was when she explained she ate first to make sure it was safe before giving it to him and the rest of us. Omo… my dad’s love and respect for that woman increased instantly. Till today, I still remember how he kept telling people about the wife who was willing to risk her life first just so her family could eat safely. That night, we all ate the beans together ❤️

Back in the early 2000s, there was a period when people stopped eating beans because it was allegedly poisonous and killing people. It was so serious that families were warned to avoid beans completely. But beans happened to be my dad’s favourite food 😭 That man could eat beans 5 times a week without complaining. After about 2 weeks without it, he finally told my mum, “If I perish, I perish… cook beans for me.” My mum was scared too, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. So this woman travelled all the way from Lagos to Ibadan just to buy beans because she believed the “poisoned beans” might not have reached there yet. When she got back, she cooked it. But when the food was ready, my mum served herself a good portion first and ate it alone. Then she told my dad: “If you don’t hear from me in 2 hours, come and check on me.” She locked herself inside the kitchen because people said those who ate the beans usually died within 30–40 minutes. My dad waited. One hour passed. Then two. Finally, he knocked on the kitchen door. My mum opened it perfectly fine 😭❤️ That was when she explained she ate first to make sure it was safe before giving it to him and the rest of us. Omo… my dad’s love and respect for that woman increased instantly. Till today, I still remember how he kept telling people about the wife who was willing to risk her life first just so her family could eat safely. That night, we all ate the beans together ❤️

This satanic wild animal is shedding tears because the APC he supports denied him governorship ticket. He never cried for innocent people murdered by terrorists. He never cries for such. But he cries for being denied power. A demonic dangerous animal.

They sentenced Zidane to death by hanging in Kaduna. Like, for real? This is outrageous.

Since nobody wants to say this, let me say it. Everybody is quick to drag Mama Monica, but let’s not pretend Papa Monica is innocent. That man failed, completely. He wasn’t just poor. He had opportunities, in part one, he was healthy, he could have done any menial job to provide for his family but he refused to provide. And let’s be clear, providing is not just about money. It’s responsibility, presence, leadership. Papa Monica lacked all three. A whole man in the house, yet nothing was working. Then people wonder why the wife became “controlling.” When responsibility is lying on the floor, someone will pick it up. She stepped in, took charge, carried the home on her head, but that kind of burden doesn’t come without consequences. It turned into frustration, control, and eventually, Monica became the victim of that imbalance. So no, this is not just about a “w!cked mother.” This is about a failed father too. Because when a man refuses to lead, he creates a vacuum. And that vacuum will either be filled with strength or with damage. Papa Monica didn’t just fail as a husband, he failed as a father. And the truth is, a lot of the chaos in that home started with him.