Imagine a life without touching physical cash or spending money.
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In this Lagos ehn, anything can happen on a bus. Sometimes, God’s blessings come dressed as strangers sitting next to you, and that's why I say,

"Try dey gist with your fellow passenger once in a while. You never can tell when your miracle will come from."

Last week, after a long day at work, I joined the crowd of struggling Nigerians under the Ikeja bridge, waiting for a bus. The sky was already grumbling with thunder like it was about to vex and pour down rain. I knew I had to get home fast. My best shirt was drying outside, and my yeye brother wouldn’t even think of bringing it in for me.

"Ojuelegba, Stadium, Barracks, Costain!"

One conductor shouted as a danfo bus rattled to a stop. The bus looked like it had seen better days, but in that moment, who had time to inspect? The struggle to get in was like a war zone—office women, suited-up men, everyone shoving and pushing like it was a free-for-all. As expected, I got pushed aside, but a man in a clean white shirt and black trousers pulled me back and helped me secure the last seat in the front row.

"Thank you, sir," I said.

He looked at me and shook his head. "This is Lagos, my guy. You must be sharp. How you go just let women push you like that? No be man you be?"

I chuckled at his banter. "Oga, I strong o. I just dey respect..."

"Respect women, abi?" He interrupted, laughing. "You dey respect so tey dem don tear your shirt."

I looked down in shock. My shirt—the one my girlfriend bought for me—was ripped at the shoulder, my singlet peeking through. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, my phone buzzed with a text from my girlfriend.

"Baby, I’m sorry," the message read. "I’ve tried, but I don’t think there’s a future for us. Please take care of yourself. I’m done."

Imagine receiving that kind of message while you’re on a bus with a torn shirt. I couldn’t believe it. But before I could even process it, the bus made a sudden stop near Fadeyi. The conductor and driver got out, scratching their heads. It was obvious—the fuel had finished. Lagos struggle no dey tire person?

The man beside me turned and pulled out his phone, showing me pictures of sleek shirts on his Samsung Galaxy Fold. I blinked. This guy clearly wasn’t an average danfo passenger. Maybe he was working for a big man or something.

"These are some shirts my daughter is selling. You fit buy from her," he said.

I checked the prices. "59k for one shirt?" I laughed nervously. "Sir, that fit buy me wardrobe for Oshodi market now."

"Oh, I thought you said you strong man," he teased. "But, anyway, how much be your salary?"

"65k, sir," I replied, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Ha! Na wa o. And from that you still pay for transport?"

"Yes, sir. They give me 5k allowance."

He looked at me thoughtfully. "You be computer literate?"

"Yes, sir."

"BSc or HND?"

"HND."

"Good. There’s a spot open in my office, and I think you could fit in. Drop your Instagram handle; I’ll send you a message with my WhatsApp link. And, pick any five shirts you like. They’ll deliver them to your house tomorrow."

My eyes widened. Sharp guy that I am, I immediately opened Instagram and shared my handle. Seconds later, I saw his message. I checked his profile, and let’s just say, this man was not a small somebody. He had G-Wagon pictures, company events—you name it. Why was someone like this on a danfo?

As if reading my thoughts, he smiled.

"I know say you wan ask plenty questions. Just hold them. I have heard them before. I also sent my daughter’s contact too; she’s single, and well-behaved. By the way, what's your name?"

"My....my....my na...name is Akintomiwa Aromire, sir."

"I am Dr. Akeju. And I love to help young and vibrant youth like you."

"Are you single?"

There was no time to process my response.

"No sir, I am very single."

I was speechless. The driver couldn’t fix the bus, so I was standing there, just waiting, not even bothering to argue with the conductor. I saw the man talking on the phone. I decided to wait a little more.

"My driver is nearby. If you’re patient, he can give you a lift,"

he offered. I don’t know what came over me—I just went over and hugged him. Minutes later, his G-Wagon pulled up, and we cruised off.

Long story short, I now work as one of his assistants, 180k pay plus some unannounced training and transport allowance.

And just last night, I had dinner date with his daughter, Adesewa. Beautiful as the name sounds.

When your helper arrives, e go be like dream. Only you go just dey shout,

"Na wa o! My helper too do o!"

(PART 1) Millionaire Marries an Obese Woman as a Bet—But Is Surprised When...

In the bustling city of Lagos there lived four wealthy naughty friends who often gathered to have a drink and share stories. These friends—Leo, James, Lucas, and Tobi—were known for their wild games and silly dares. They were young, rich, and always in search of fun, which often involved outrageous bets they dared each other to complete.

On one warm evening, they were lounging at their favorite bar, a lively place right across the street from a busy bakery. People walked in and out of the bakery, buying freshly baked bread, while the friends laughed and talked about their recent bets. Tobi, the silliest of them all, was still proud of how he had won the last challenge Leo had dared him to flirt and sleep with a serious, no-nonsense secretary from Tobi’s church. Tobi eventually won the secretary over and slept with her. The boys laughed over this memory, with Tobi shaking his head, already plotting his revenge.

As they sipped their drinks, Tobi’s eyes wandered across the street and landed on a woman who looked nothing like the girls they usually noticed. She was standing behind a counter, wearing a simple, worn apron, carefully handing a loaf of bread to a customer. She looked round and plump, her face soft with a kind smile, but her clothes were plain, and she didn’t have the polished look of someone who moved in their circles. This was Sarah, a modest baker, who had no idea that she was being watched by four mischievous eyes across the street.

Tobi smirked and nudged Leo, pointing in Sarah’s direction. “See that woman over there? I bet you won’t be able to win her over. Marry her for six months, and I’ll pay for your entire wedding, honeymoon, and all your travel expenses for two years. What do you say?”

James and Lucas burst out laughing. James leaned in and said, “This is too far, Tobi. Leo can’t do this one! She’s nothing like the women he’s used to.”

But Leo was the kind of person who never backed down from a challenge. Mischief sparked in his eyes as he studied Sarah from afar. She was definitely different from anyone he’d dated—simple, plumped, grounded, and perhaps even shy. Something about the challenge stirred his curiosity. Without another word, he got up from his seat, left his drink behind, and walked across the street towards the bakery.

Inside the bakery, the warm smell of fresh bread filled the air. Sarah was busy serving customers when Leo walked in. His expensive clothes and confident air caught her attention, but she quickly looked away, not thinking too much of it. Leo cleared his throat as he approached the counter, giving her his best charming smile.

“Hello there,” he greeted smoothly. “Can I have a loaf of bread, please?”

Sarah looked at him, her eyes narrowing in slight suspicion, though she was polite. “Sure,” she said, handing him the loaf. Leo tried to make small talk, asking her name and telling her how he’d never tasted bread as fresh as hers. But Sarah kept her responses short and focused on her work. Unlike other women who would have been drawn to his charm and flashy clothes, she was unimpressed. This only made Leo more intrigued.

Leo left the bakery that evening with her contact number, but he knew he had his work cut out for him. Sarah was unlike any woman he’d met. She wasn’t swayed by his wealth or his confident smile, and that made the challenge even more exciting.

Over the next few days, Leo kept calling Sarah, arranging for dates and taking her out to fancy places. He showered her with gifts, bought her new clothes, and even took her to high-end restaurants. But Sarah was cautious. She had always worked hard for everything she had and was skeptical of people who tried to woo her with wealth. In her experience, people like Leo came and went quickly, never serious and never interested in the simple things that she held dear.

When Leo took her to a fancy dinner, she looked around at the crystal glasses and golden decorations with a small, nervous smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate nice things, but she felt like she didn’t quite belong. She noticed Leo’s wandering eyes every time a woman passed their table and even began to wonder if he was serious about her. Her cautious heart warned her to pull back before she got too attached to him.

One evening, after a luxurious dinner, Leo noticed that Sarah was growing quieter. She seemed uneasy, her thoughts distant, and her responses short. As they parted ways, she gently told him that she needed some time to think. Leo, who was always used to women fawning over him, was taken aback. For the first time, he felt a pang of fear that Sarah might slip away before he’d even had a chance to know her better.

James, Lucas, and Tobi laughed when they heard that Sarah had not fallen for Leo’s charm as easily as they’d expected.

Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the numbers game? [a thousand] or [a ten thousand] staring you down? Remember, it's not about the magnitude of numbers, but the unfailing power of His promise: 'It shall not come near thee.

Have you ever felt anxious about your finances? Wondering if your nation's economy or GDP will dictate your fate? Know this: it's not about the strength of the economy, but the unwavering assurance of His provision: I'll take care of you.

Are you tired of the constant noise of the world, with everyone shouting their opinions and making you doubt your own thoughts? Remember, it's not about the loudest voice in the room, but the soft whisper of His guidance: I'll lead you through this.

Are you facing a darkness so thick you can't see a way out? Know that it's not about the darkness itself, but the beacon of hope that shines from His presence: I'll never leave you.

This week;
Let His promises be your lifeline in the storm, your comfort in the dark, and your hope in the unknown.

You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

No proof for this is just pure imagination in your head most it our thoughts are wrong and our mind often mislead us that's wisdom,reality and word of God(Bible and Quran) is the only compass for a true believer

The Cockroach Theory

The cockroach theory for self-development

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

She started screaming out of fear.

With a panic-stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.

Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.

The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but ...it landed on another lady in the group.

Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.

The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.

In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.

The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behaviour of the cockroach on his shirt.

When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behaviour?

If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?

He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of those people to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach, that disturbed the ladies.

I realized that it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it's my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It's not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it's my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.

Lessons learnt from the story:

I understood I should not react in life.

I should always respond.

The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.

Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of.

A beautiful way to understand

LIFE.

The HAPPY person is not because Everything is RIGHT in his Life.

He is HAPPY because his Attitude towards Everything in his Life is Right!

Family plays vital role in shaping our thoughts and actions.

Someone wouldn't offer you a gift if they didn't think you were worth it. Rejecting it is awkward for you and the giver, unless you are incredibly selfish and like rejecting people that are trying to make you feel special.

Try to put at least the same amount of thought into your response as someone has put into offering you something they have worked for and are willing to share with you.

If someone offers me something I can't use or don't need, I say thank you and be honest with them by saying I appreciate you thinking of me, I can't use this but I know someone. Would you mind if I passed it on.

They don't feel rejected, they know I appreciate their thoughts and also know whatever they offered is going to someone who needs it.

I feel rejected.
I feel it is rude to reject a gift

Communication**: Open and honest communication is key. Share your thoughts, feelings, and concerns with each other. Listen actively to what she has to say and show empathy.