A picture may describe a 1000 words but it will often need 1000 words to describe a picture.

The best thing about a picture is that it never changes even when the people in it do.

I consider myself a crayon. I may not be your favourite colour, but one day you will need me to complete your picture.

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Twice I've sent money to this girl to visit me and she didn't show up.
The first time was in 2023.
I met her here on Facebook. She was quite lovely and went by the name Ogadi Uka.
I approached her and made clear to her that the reason why I texted her was because I liked her. After several months of flirting and late-night chatting, I requested that she visit me and she agreed.
The problem was that she lived in Lagos, and I Aba.
I agreed to fund her transport bills from Lagos to Aba and back. It summed up to 40K then. She was to stay with me for three days.
The day she was supposed to come to my house, her number was suddenly not going. It was switched off. I texted her on Facebook, on WhatsApp, left voice notes and all for her and all were left unreplied to.
Three days later, she called me and told me that she fainted that morning and her neighbours had to rush her to a nearby clinic where treatments were administered to her. She showed me a picture of her on a drip.
I told her it was okay, that she should not bother coming anymore and should instead use that money to buy drugs. She thanked me profusely and called me a good man.
I texted and called her throughout that week to know the state of her health, and even sent more money to her to buy fruits and juice.
Five months later, I asked her to visit me again and she agreed. I sent her 50K for transport.
That day, I waited and waited and waited but she didn't show up. Her line was inactive. Her Facebook account was suddenly deactivated.
I was mād. I was flabbergastēd. I wanted to cry.
Two days later, she called me and told me that she was sorry, that her mom dièd that morning so she couldn't come. She told me that she was still grieving, so I should understand.
I told her that I thought she was an orphan. I even showed her a screenshot of our text where she mentioned she was an orphan.
She told me Oh, Ah, that she wasn't talking about her real mother. That she was talking about her Aunty. That her Aunty was the one that diēd and she was like a mother to her because she trained her and her siblings.
She told me that she couldn't visit me because she used the money I sent to her to sort out her mom's (Aunty's) mortuāry things.
She said sorry and I accepted with an okay.
Two months later—early this year—I asked her to visit me but told her that I had relocated to Abuja ooo. I showed her pictures of my new house, a very modern apartment with AC, a flat TV, huge couches, and a sleek interior. I even showed her the new car the company I run social media pages for gifted me, and she congratulated me.
I asked her if she could come from Lagos to Abuja, and that if she couldn't, I'd understand. She said she can. But she told me she didn't have money for the bus fare, that ten kobo no dey her account.
I sent her 20K for her bus fare. I told her I would give her money for the bus home on the day she would leave my place.
That day, I kept calling her. She told me when she booked a bus, when she entered it, when they left the park, and when she reached Abuja, by 2 in the afternoon.
Immediately she reached the park in Abuja, I called her and told her to take a bike to Gwarinpa and that once she reached there, she should give the bikeman the phone so I would give him directions to my house.
After I ended the call with her, I switched off my phone.
By the time I switched on my phone by 5 in the evening, streams of texts pinged into my Facebook. 46 messages I had received from her. I called her and as soon as she picked up, she started shouting at me. She said she was stranded on the road and had been calling me, that I knew she didn't have any money on her, not even her in her bank account, that she didn't like this, that I should quickly pick her up from the junction.
I told me that I was sorry, and then I told her to flag down a bikeman so I would give him directions to my house.
Immediately she hailed a bike and gave the man the phone, I asked the man to tell her to go home, that I didn't even know where Gwarinpa was in Abuja because I still live in Aba full full. I told him to tell her that however she manages to find her way home—that is if she finds her way home—I don't care.
Then I switched off my phone again
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Marriage is not just about wearing a ring, posting cute pictures, or calling each other sweet names. It’s a journey full of ups and downs, smiles and tears, growth and sacrifices. Many people dream of the perfect marriage, but when the real challenges come, they feel stuck, lost, or even defeated.

Let’s be real. In many marriages, things are not what they seem on the outside. You see couples looking happy on social media, but behind closed doors, some are battling misunderstandings, lack of communication, or feeling unappreciated.

For example, imagine a woman who gives her all to her family—she wakes up early to take care of the kids, cleans the house, cooks delicious meals, and supports her husband. But at the end of the day, she feels invisible, like no one sees or values her efforts. The husband might be busy with work, trying to provide, but he forgets the small things—like saying, "Thank you" or spending time together.

This is real life. Many couples forget that marriage is not just about surviving the tough times but about growing together during them.

Here’s a truth no one talks about: Marriage is not perfect. You will argue, you will disagree, and you will feel hurt sometimes. But what makes a marriage strong is the ability to rise above these challenges together. Forgiveness, patience, and understanding are the keys to lasting love.

To those women who feel like they’re giving too much in their marriage and getting little in return—don’t lose yourself. Remember, you are not just a wife or a mother; you are a person with dreams, talents, and value. Speak up for yourself. Let your voice be heard, but do it with love and wisdom.

To the men who might read this—your wife is not a robot. She’s not there just to cook, clean, and take care of the home. She needs your love, your attention, and your support. Show her that you appreciate her, not just with words but with actions.

Marriage is a partnership. Both of you need to work together to make it strong. Respect each other, listen to each other, and grow together.

And if you’re not married yet, let this be a reminder: Don’t rush into marriage because of pressure or fear of being alone. Take time to build a strong foundation, understand your partner, and know yourself.

At the end of the day, a happy marriage is not about being perfect. It’s about two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other.

Stay strong, stay hopeful, and remember—every day is a chance to make your marriage better. Keep working on it, and don’t forget to enjoy the journey.

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The best thing about a picture is that it never changes even when the people in it do.

Skit maker Funnybros has shared a good news about his love life with his fans.

He accompanied the post with lovely pictures of his wife-to-be and the vow he made.

"Awww, I feel like crying right now. God bless you my bro," a fan reacted to the post.

“Someone that likes you won’t stress you.” Twitter user narrates how he met his wife on Instagram.

He says,“I changed my Instagram profile to public for 2 weeks. I saw a girl's picture and I commented, I like what I am seeing.”

Then, she said, “meet me in the DM”. I wasn’t even expecting her to reply.

I was in Sagamu, Ogun state, and she was in Port Harcourt. I called one of my guys to ask how Port Harcourt girls are. I had never dated anyone outside my tribe.

I liked what I saw. We talked for a couple of months. I paid for her flight to come to Lagos state. She later joined me in the UK. We are married now and expecting a baby in January. The rest is history.

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