Enjoy your weekends

Happy weekends to you all, always stay positive

MY WIFE DOESN'T RESPECT MY FAMILY! IMAGINE HER BLOCKING MY MOM'S NUMBER JUST BECAUSE...

It has been only three years since we got married, and already, my wife is showing her true colors.

In my family, my father is no longer alive; it’s just my mother and my four sisters who are left. After our wedding, we lived in our family home.

My sisters are still in school, and the two oldest have small jobs, so it was my wife who took care of everything in the house, cooking, cleaning, and washing for my mom and sisters.

But suddenly, her friends filled her head with strange ideas, and bam! She no longer wanted to live with family. She started making up stories until I had no choice but to rent an apartment, wasting my precious money on rent.

Afriqmax, since we moved, my wife has made my life a nightm@re. At first, she cleaned and did laundry twice a week, then she cut it down to only weekends. Now, it’s getting worse! She refuses to help out there at all.

Whenever my mom calls her, she invents silly excuses about being sick. For months now, she has even stopped answering my mother’s calls and blocks her number often! This is pure disrespect, and it’s unforgivable.

Now, Afriqmax, I have problems with my family because I married a woman who refuses to help my sisters and mother. My mom is old, my sisters are in school, and some are working. If my wife doesn’t help with the cleaning and laundry, who will?

I’m starting to wonder if I made the right choice? I ask you and your followers if I should divorce and look for someone who will support my family? What should I do?

#FamilyMatters #LoveAndRespect #MarriageTr #SeekingAdvice #HelpNeeded #Dilemma #LifeChoice

Lets all enjoy our weekends

Here's another heartwarming story about the power of community and never giving up:

In a small town in New Mexico, Maria had always dreamed of opening a local bookstore. She'd saved for years while working as a school librarian, but just two months after finally opening her shop, a flash flood severely damaged the building and destroyed most of her inventory. The damage wasn't covered by insurance, and Maria was devastated, believing her dream was over.

What happened next surprised everyone, especially Maria. A former student who'd become a local journalist wrote about the bookstore's situation on social media. Within days, the post went viral in the regional book-loving community. People began organizing fundraisers. Local carpenters volunteered their weekends to help repair the space. Authors from across the state donated signed copies of their books. Children set up lemonade stands and donated their earnings.

The most touching moment came when Maria arrived one morning to find hundreds of books on her doorstep - each with a note explaining why the donor loved that particular book and wanted it to be part of her new collection. Some were beloved copies people had owned for years, others were newly purchased specifically for her store.

Three months later, Maria reopened her bookstore - not just with a restored space, but with a collection that told the story of an entire community's love for reading. Today, her bookstore has become more than just a shop; it's a gathering place where each book on the shelf carries a story beyond the one printed on its pages.

The store now has a wall dedicated to photos and notes from everyone who helped, serving as a reminder that sometimes our lowest moments can reveal the extraordinary kindness that surrounds us.

Weekends are like rainbows that break through five days of rain .
Make the most of your weekend
G'morning

It's a beautiful Saturday morning

#weekends

“It is easier to focus on being a blessing to others and being continuously “There is just one reason we ask others about their weekends: so that we may share our own weekend adventures.

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The Talking Goat

In a small village, there lived a man named Baba Musa, who prided himself on being the smartest person in town. He always had an answer for everything, and no one could outsmart him—at least, that’s what he thought.

One day, a farmer named Alhaji brought a goat to the village market. But this was no ordinary goat. This goat had a mischievous streak and could mimic human speech perfectly. Alhaji decided to sell it because it wouldn’t stop talking during the night, keeping his whole family awake.

When Baba Musa saw the goat, he smirked. "A talking goat? What nonsense! Animals don't talk!"

The farmer grinned. "This one does. Want to try?"

Baba Musa scoffed. "Fine! How much is the goat?"

"10,000 naira," the farmer said.

Baba Musa laughed. "10,000 for a goat? I'll give you 5,000."

The goat suddenly turned its head and said, "Really, Baba Musa? You can spend 20,000 on those ugly shoes, but I’m only worth 5,000?"

The crowd burst into laughter. Baba Musa's jaw dropped. "It talks?! This is witchcraft!"

The goat tilted its head. "Witchcraft? No, it's called talent, old man. Unlike you, I actually entertain people!"

Now the entire market was in hysterics. Baba Musa, feeling embarrassed, handed over 10,000 naira and took the goat home.

That night, as Baba Musa sat with his new goat, he whispered, “If you can really talk, let’s make money together. I’ll take you to cities, and we’ll perform!”

The goat sighed. "I don't work weekends. And if you don’t give me three square meals a day, I’ll tell everyone about the time you fell into the village pond trying to catch a fish."

Baba Musa froze. “How do you know about that?”

The goat winked. "Let’s just say… I’ve got my sources."

From that day forward, Baba Musa became the goat’s assistant—and the goat? It became a legend.

Swimming on my mind #weekends @reobics