I WANT TO ADVISE LADIES WHETHER SINGLE OR MARRIED to be careful how you collect money from men. When a man consistently gives you money especially when he is not related to you in anyway neither is he born again or godly, there is a tendency to be sexually attracted to you and you have a high tendency to get physically moved towards him.

Women are receivers by nature. Women equate generosity from a man with love and whether he knows it or not, he may become romantic and sexually appealing to her.

Everyone should be careful to avoid stories that touch!

Emotional affair is easy to detect if you will be honest with yourself and set strict boundaries where necessary.

I am not saying you shouldn't seek help or collect cash gifts from anyone who wants to bless you. When God favours you, people will chase you with money, men will love to help you, women will be moved to be a blessing to you. The heart of men will be stirred to love you, take care of you and see to your well being.

But when over familiarity is stepping in, calls are becoming too frequent, chats are getting too personal and there is an underlying chemistry building up, have the decency to set boundaries and call it quits!

I am especially referring to ladies who are engaged or married.

Single ladies should avoid being emotionally and physically close to married men.

Those who are single and searching need to separate money from love. If a guy gives you money too much, you !may mistake it for love and jump to accept his proposal. Yes, generosity is part of love. When a man loves you, he will give to you but if you don't have peace and you are both going opposite direction or he is physically, sexually and verbally abusive, you need to re-assess what you are going into.

Ladies should work hard to earn their own money so they won't depend on others for survival.

Married men should take their financial responsibility serious so their wives won't be tempted to seek financial help from men who will take advantage of them.

We all should be disciplined and contented with what we have.

Covetousness can drive you to accept what you shouldn't accept.

May you not fall into Satan's trap!

© Seun Oladele

Cooking is a survival skill that everyone should have irrespective of gender .

Have you ever wondered by good stuff don't last long? It's because the world is conditioned in such a way that the weak fall off while the strong persevere to the very end with some glimpse of comfort at the side; it's eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest

They say life is about the survival of the fittest @Dr_Queen. What are the parameters used to measure the fittest? Who are those that take these measurements? What makes you fit makes another unfit. Sad but true
#theramblingsofanigerianwoman

House of Representatives adopts tax reform bills, awaits Senate concurrence

The House of Representatives on Thursday adopted the report on the four tax reform bills during its session in Abuja.

It now awaits the concurrence of the Senate.

The adopted bills include the Nigerian Tax Bill, the Tax Administration Bill, the Revenue Tax Board Bill, and the Nigerian Revenue Service Establishment Bill.

“These bills underwent three full days of public hearings, with input from over 80 key stakeholders. Afterwards, we held an eight-day retreat to debate each clause", said James Abiodun Faleke, the chairman of the House of Representatives Committee on Finance.

He assured Nigerians that the tax reform bills would produce widely acceptable laws.

“I am glad that House members recognised our thorough work and approved all our recommendations,” Faleke said.

He thanked fellow lawmakers and the House leadership for entrusting his committee with processing the tax bills and presenting them for consideration.

He commended President Bola Tinubu for prioritising tax law reforms, noting that some existing tax laws date back to 1959.

“We cannot continue using outdated tax laws that no longer meet our business, survival, and revenue needs,” he stressed.

Deputy Committee Chairman, Saidu Abdullahi (APC-Niger), said no bill in the 10th Assembly had generated as much debate as the tax reform bills.

He praised Speaker Tajudeen Abbas for fostering consensus among stakeholders, ensuring broad-based input into the legislative process.

Abdullahi highlighted that representatives from all geopolitical zones and regional thought leaders were involved, easing public concerns.

“The committee’s recommendations reflect the contributions of various stakeholders.

“These were never seen as perfect documents. The Executive made proposals, and the public hearing allowed Nigerians to refine them. Lawmakers have now endorsed the final version,” he added.

Also, Ikeagwuonu Ugochinyere (PDP-Imo) described the process as transparent, with consultants and the Executive making adjustments to reflect public interest.

“In spite of being in the opposition, we are proud of this historic moment. It will expand the tax net and increase government revenue.

“This reform will enhance tax collection efficiency while protecting small businesses. That is why we worked together to ensure its passage,” Ugochinyere said.

Benson Babajimi (APC-Lagos) said all stakeholder concerns, including inheritance tax, derivation, and VAT, were carefully considered.

“This is a great day for Nigeria. The House has approved the necessary reforms, and we now await Senate concurrence,” he said.

Reported by NAN

I love you entirely with all my heart. Through thick and thin, we have been together and have fought for the survival of this relationship. I will always be there for you. I love you, baby!

To the one I love

Tell your children the truth!

Tell them the truth! Santa doesn't exist! That satan is not black! Tell them that every race has its ancestors and also its equal (spiritual sphere)! Tell them our rites are not witchcraft!

Tell them it all began in Egypt (advanced civilization, science, math, philosophy, religion, architecture). Tell them the first Egyptians were black, nothing to do with Hollywood movies.

Tell them Christopher Columbus did not discover the Americas, that Mansa Mussa, the Malian, was the richest man in the world, that black Egyptians were the first to travel the world, that they discovered Europe, the Americas, Asia and Oceania!

Tell them it's in Egypt that the meter was invented from the measure of a drop of water, that pi (3,14) and the number of gold were invented in Egypt as well as many geometric theorems attributed to Pythagoras and Thales, yet Imotep, the greatest of scholars, remains unknown to history books!

Tell them that the Ancestor of Humanity was discovered in Africa, that many of the inventions of this world were made with the participation of black people who were never mentioned!

Tell them Africa had a handwriting before the first ships and missionaries arrived. Tell them that union alone can guarantee our survival and rehire us to the greatest, that concrete was invented in Egypt and not by the masons not at all frank!

Tell them that after arranging punitive expeditions to loot us from our artwork for Western museums with the key to thousands of deaths, they also vandalize our cultural heritage by breaking the noses of Egyptian statues so we don't recognize The wrecked nose of a Kemite, palpable proof that ancient Egypt was black!

Tell them to work not wait for the manna that will fall from heaven, it never fell! Tell them to believe our ancestors because they are the only ones who can intercede with the creator in our favor!

Tell them not to hate the other when they find out the truth of a falsified story but to forgive.

If you ever think of visiting your girlfriend at home, make sure you do background checks on her family. Check her father’s occupation, her mother’s prayer life, and whether her younger brother has a bad mouth. Otherwise, you might end up in a situation like mine where I, a humble Nigerian youth, became a carpenter by force because of love.

It all started on a bright Saturday afternoon. My girlfriend, Chiamaka, had been disturbing me to come and visit her at home. Normally, I preferred neutral grounds like eateries, cinemas, or under a mango tree where nobody could interrogate me. But on this fateful day, she assured me that nobody was at home.

“My parents traveled, and my younger brother went for football practice,” she said sweetly over the phone.

My inner agbaya rejoiced. An empty house? No parental disturbance? No wahala? It was time to operate.

I dressed like a responsible in-law-to-be clean shirt, fresh jeans, and perfume that could summon angels. I even bought small suya on the way to impress her.

By the time I arrived, Chiamaka was already at the door, smiling like a new bride. I entered, sat down, and we started gisting. Before I knew it, one thing led to another. The atmosphere changed. The mood was set. We were about to enter the promised land when suddenly…

GBOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!

The front door slammed open.

My soul left my body.

WHEN FEAR REWIRES YOUR DESTINY

Standing at the door was a huge, dark-skinned, no-nonsense-looking soldier in full camouflage uniform. His boots alone could kick me into the afterlife. His face? Fear itself would be scared of him.

“Chiamaka!” his deep voice boomed. “Who is this??”

My girlfriend froze. I froze. Time froze. Even the mosquito that was about to bite me froze in mid-air.

“O-o-o-oh Daddy,” she stammered. “You’re back early.”

EARLY? So this was the “traveled” she was talking about? I had been set up by love!

Her father’s eyes scanned me from head to toe, analyzing my life choices. Then his face hardened.

“You,” he barked, pointing at me. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

At that moment, my brain completely abandoned me. My survival instinct kicked in and activated my carpentry skills.

I coughed, stood up, and in my most humble voice, said:

“Sir, good afternoon, sir. I am Henry… THE CARPENTER, sir.”

“Carpenter?” the man’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes, sir!” I said, nodding like an agama lizard. “I, uh, I came to fix… fix…”

I looked around desperately. My eyes landed on a wooden chair.

“THAT CHAIR, SIR! Chiamaka complained that it was shaking, so I came to repair it.”

I gave Chiamaka a sharp “cooperate-or-we-die” look. She quickly nodded.

“Yes, Daddy! The chair was shaking!”

Her father eyed us suspiciously.

“Really? So where are your tools?”

Tools? Oh boy.

I swallowed hard. “Sir, my apprentice is outside with them! Let me just go and”

“SHUT UP!”

I shut up.

The man walked over to the chair and sat on it. Then he folded his arms and looked at me.

“Since you’re a carpenter, fix it.”

I swear, at that moment, I saw my obituary poster flash before my eyes.

I bent down beside the chair, pretending to inspect it. Meanwhile, my brain was screaming “JESUS, DELIVER ME!”

I started tapping the chair like a professional. I even nodded and hummed like a master carpenter analyzing deep furniture secrets.

Then I picked up a bottle of Chiamaka’s perfume from the table and used it to spray the chair joints like I was applying wood polish.

Chiamaka’s father frowned. “What are you doing?”

I quickly wiped the chair’s leg with my hand. “Just lubricating the surface, sir!”

The man stared at me for a long time. Then, to my horror, he smiled.

“Young man, you are very hardworking,” he said. “I like that. Come to the backyard, I have more furniture that needs fixing.”

WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

I had no choice but to follow him outside. My girlfriend? She had disappeared into the kitchen to “look for something.” Useless girl!

For the next one hour, I was in the backyard sweating like a Christmas goat. This man made me carry wood, hammer nails, and even repaint an old table. I was suffering for love!

At some point, he patted my shoulder and said, “My daughter needs a responsible man like you. In fact, I will introduce you to my soldier friends. They need carpentry work too.”

GOD FORBID!

By the time he finally dismissed me, my clean clothes were covered in sawdust, sweat, and regret. Chiamaka sneaked outside and whispered, “Baby, sorry.”

I gave her a “You will hear from me” look and ran for my life before the man asked me to build him a whole house.

Since that day, whenever I hear “carpenter,” I start sweating. Because love almost turned me into a laborer.

Life survival and success is imbedded in the mind of who knows what to do and does it on time

Create one income source
and use it to create more income sources.
From one candle light another.
Sounds simple but hard to do.
One income stream is survival.
Multiple income streams are power.
Build, reinvest, and multiply-because mple but wealth is never accidental.

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