Mairon II @codexfive

Nigeria's problem with lethargy can be reduced to one thing. No, it's not religion. No, it's not poverty. It's ... stay with me ... because: WE CANNOT TRUST EACH OTHER. Protests require trust. Comrades must trust each other. We don't know how.

@AdageorgeA @onlyone_success Engagement farmers 🤮

Advising men to disregard their own happiness and telling them that they have to be okay always being wrong in order to have a peaceful marriage is an absolute horrid piece of advice. Stop doing that.

@ananse_odum Chess lines are always funny to me because there are, literally, hundreds, if not thousands, of games where the queen is sacrificed for an advantage 😂

If despite suffering from bullying, sexual & physical abuse by fellow girls in single sex schools, these feminists didn't become women haters, ascribe inherent villainy to the entire sex nor pronounce judgement, it means they know how to correctly apportion blame.

Basically: “If your wife is wrong, let her be wrong. Go along with whatever she says, abandon what you know to be true, and maybe she’ll stay happy enough to remain married to you.” Marriage does not require a man to surrender his judgment, honesty, or backbone just to keep his wife happy. If your marriage can’t survive you respectfully telling the truth when your wife is wrong, the problem isn’t that you chose to “be right.”

Steve Harvey @IAmSteveHarvey

6 days ago

My only marriage advice for guys: you can be happy, or you can be right. You decide.

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A Christian feminist is an oxymoronic phrase. The bible has all the needed ethics to shape ones understanding of women and how they should be treated. There's no such thing as a Christian feminist neither is the ideology one that a Christian should inbibe. Shalom 🙏✝️

You see? We are a depraved people. From the sexually debauched ancient Rome to the conquering caliphates and the barbaric Mongols; We are no different. It hurts me. That we Nigerians, maybe Africans, haven't realized that it is the ideals (morals, trust) that bring the real. Sigh

Chigozie I. Alex @Chigozieialex

a week ago

The truth is that 2027 election will not be a MORALITY CONTEST like 2023. That market won’t sell this time and Nigerians care less. What they want to hear is that you can win the elections and make their lives better than Tinubu has made it. “I wear only one shoe” E no concern

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“gospel” of poverty. Proverbs 18:2 comes to mind.

Ka-nee-chee Christ @NKanichi

a week ago

Christians that are upholding the gospel of poverty, why are you going to work? Stay at home so that you'll fulfill what you're preaching dear.

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A woman who is not willing to destroy and rebuild herself to become who she needs to be to live the kind of life she wants to live is never going to achieve her dreams. She will moan and complain and posture, but ultimately that is a woman that thinks the world must change to bend around her to give her what she wants, rather than a woman focused on how she can change to get what she wants. It is very conceited. If I am being very truthful with you and not bullshitting: only high IQ women under the age of 25 genuinely think in this way. You will not meet a woman even with a 140 IQ who is say, 28 or 32 who is willing to completely reconstruct herself (assuming she even can) because she recognises how fucked she is and just how much she needs to do to rewrite and overcome the dysfunctional patterns to live the life she wants to live. No. Even highly intelligent women weapnise their intellect to entrench their patterns with age, and act like the world is the problem rather than them whilst continuing to lose at the game. The average woman is far more likely to hang out around people who tell her nothing is her fault and that she is awesome and repeat that infinitely until she gets an ego because of it rather than actually meaningfully change anything. And that's why they stay losing. Quite literally... and I am not exaggerating here.. a winner woman is willing to be humbled and egotistically die. She will look at whatever is ugly or broken or dysfunctional or just not working within her and ask herself "how do I fucking fix this?" and then make that her main mission. She won't spend her life infinitely coping about how nothing is her fault. It doesn't matter if other people do things wrong. You can't control them. But you can, if you are not a total retard, actually improve things about yourself and stop making the mistakes you made before. How about starting there?

We already have two things from you: 1. Foreknowledge is true because the future event actually occurs. 2. Foreknowledge is not causation. So the event that makes His knowledge true is a free act. The observer does not compel it. The free act is what makes the knowledge accurate. Then where is the injustice in judging that free act? You are not being punished for “what He already wrote.” You are being judged for the choice that made His knowledge true. If the act is free, and the act is yours, what exactly is illogical about answering for it?

@_OKJ__ It is a good thing to praise God. That's all there is to it. I predict that this won't make sense to you anytime soon. Grace to you.

@Chibueze2448 @Mohsule_ His will be done. Amen.

@NUGC_ @Wizarab10 It did a real number on you, because you cannot differentiate between claim and premise.

@AYDGENIUS @igboonaija3 He already told you that she is not his own.

@Chibueze2448 @Mohsule_ “Poverty will never bring glory to God” eisegesis final boss.

“The human mind is far more eager to praise and dispraise than to describe and define. It wants to make every distinction one of value.” – C. S. Lewis, “The Four Loves.”

Since 2019, I vowed no Bank will take my shishi without explaining why and if the why doesn’t make sense, my money must be returned by fire by force. I learned a method that has always worked. If I have complaints, I gather the proof, send the bank an email and copy CBN and other financial regulatory authorities, even EFCC. Once I have done that I will sit down and wait. It takes just few hours before the bank starts calling and making every attempt to resolve the issue. Few years ago Access Bank was proving stubborn. They took $100 from my domiciliary account and refused to return it. I got my lawyer Ogbaga Ogba Immanuel to write to them and give them 2 days ultimatum. Immediately they sensed that I was ready to go to court, they reversed the money with apologies. When I was a Keke driver in Abakaliki, a police man broke my windscreen. They thought it would be swept under the carpet like others, I wrote petitions to even the IG of police and the governors office and the police man ended up paying double for the windscreen. If Nigerians learns how to fight for their right through every available legal means, big corporations and agencies will at least become scared of misbehaving. If you have a bank issue, try this method and see how your bank will start calling you like you are VIP. -KAA #kaa_truth

Only teenage boys should be falling for this green light whatever. Anything she has not said with her mouth and actions isn’t green light. Politeness is not green light

The_Ololade_Effect @Beany_lolita

2 weeks ago

I don’t think you have to shoot the shot though, just little green light here and there will do. If he’s matured and likes you back, he’ll take it from there

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There is an audacity in Isaiah 56 that is almost offensive if you actually sit with it. God is speaking to eunuchs, men whose bodies disqualified them from the temple under the old law, men who looked at their lives and called themselves "dry trees." Their biology was a dead end. The family line stopped with them. They had already done the agonizing work of giving up on a future. Then God looks at a man who has surrendered to that grief, and drops this into his lap: "To them I will give within my temple and its walls a memorial and a name better than sons and daughters; I will give them an everlasting name that will endure forever." Think about the nerve of that sentence. Better than sons and daughters? When you have spent your whole life mourning the one thing you can never have, hearing someone tell you they have something better does not immediately bring comfort. It brings disbelief, it feels almost cruel. Really? Better than the children I dreamed of holding? Better than the flesh-and-blood legacy everyone around me gets to build? You mean there is a gaze, a memory, that outvalues the deepest longing of my human heart? It is a staggering claim because we all know what sons and daughters really represent. We dress our ambitions in noble words, but underneath almost everything we build is an ancient panic about being forgotten. Dying is terrifying, but dying unremembered is the older dread. You see it everywhere you look. Athletes wreck their bodies just to see a jersey hung in the arena rafters. Musicians obsess over charting, clutching gold plaques to prove they mattered. Founders and artists work themselves to the bone, trying to carve their names into culture before the clock runs out. It is all the exact same transaction: using the body and its output to buy a scrap of permanence. The eunuch’s body simply went bankrupt before the bidding even started. The athlete and the artist just take a little longer to default. And what does that currency actually buy? Rafters gather dust. Platinum records end up in flea markets. The crowd always moves on to newer gods. Even our children, the ones we pray will carry our memory into the future, will one day grow old, get tired, and become consumed with the weight of keeping themselves alive. Even the people who love us most do not have the capacity to carry our immortality. God is the only one who does. His memory does not depend on your physical performance, and it does not fade when your body fails. He does not turn his eyes away when the lights go down, and He does not replace you when the world finds someone younger, faster, or louder. To have your name kept in His house means you are finally released from the exhausting work of trying to immortalize yourself. You are held in an unbroken, tender gaze. Your existence is safe, kept by the only One who will never die, never forget, and never run out of room to hold you.