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your Environment is not your problem  but your mindset  add value to your self  and people  from  high  places  will com...
26/09/2025

your Environment is not your problem but your mindset add value to your self and people from high places will come for you.

In this recent argument of people living in rich areas before they will connect with the rich and be motivated. I think that's the mindset of the leeches and those who live by nsakụ and looking for who to leech on , a.k.a Social climbers

The big men you want to stay around know that, that's why they will never make themselves available to allow you into their circle. You know why? You don't have a value they seek. You are a social climber.

Here is the receipt of my first rent in Abuja. The price was 130k. A new room self-con in a developing outskirt of Abuja. Dutse Alhaji to precisely.

We were in Ibeto Hotel, Gudu for about a week. I was eating buffet all through. My room was wide and over beautiful. I didn't pay a dime. It was training that brought me to Abuja. I only applied for something, attended an interview and laced it.

Next, I was seeing senators, House of Reps members, INEC commissioners, Seargent-at-Arms of the National Assembly training us.

While I was enjoying all this things, I knew I should plan for plan B. Yes, some colleagues were politicians children mostly from the north. They were trained abroad and live in their father's properties, and drive all kinds of cars.

My reality and theirs are not the same. I am happy for them, and not jealous of them. I also don't want to be like them, but perhaps, I want to be like their fathers. Even more than their fathers.

I left one day during lunch and hit road to Dutse Alhaji. I haven't been to anywhere called Dutse but I knew Kubwa.

When I got to Dutse, I met an agent who took me to places for house. I told him I don't like any of those places.

He said, "there is this place but it's inside. I don't think you will like it. The road is not good."

"You never can tell. Let's go."

He took me there. Obasanjo Road. We entered through Tipper Garage. The road was a mess but I loved the new structures there and the quietness of the area.

When I got to my house and saw the landlord, I asked: "is this young man the landlord?"

They said yes. I said "I will stay here. I don't care how far it is to anywhere." I was inspired that someone who looked younger was my landlord. He newly got married then.

I collected their account number. Everything was 130k— I transferred the money and went back to my hotel room at Ibeto to continue my training.

After a week of buffet and sleeping in expensive hotel rooms paid for by the organization that brought me to Abuja, reality hits. My own reality. I went back to my apartment in Dutse. I bought a foam. No bedframe. But a high and big bed. Placed it on the floor. I bought a few things I needed and was happy.

The game is to work hard and be happy. Remember, I could afford the towns at the time. I was intentional.

While my colleagues drove to our weekly meeting in Guzape, I flown on bike from SARS office. In their presence I would pay the bike guy N50 and happily greet them.

I think this made those guys admired me, especially the northern ones. Some of the babes would offer to drive me after closing hours. I remember one from Kaduna driving me one day and said she loved the way I carried myself. I will share the story later.

I don't care. I live my life by my own terms and whatever you have is not my business. I don't even want to have what you have. Have yours while I have mine. You drive in Benz, I climb bike. We get to the same destination. Sit together in office as colleagues.

From this self con, I was going to National Assembly where I was working at the time. In my office, my boss loved me because no matter how technical a problem was at the office, I had solutions for them.

After office, my ọga would drive me to Eagle Square where I would board either office bus going to Bwari and stop at Tipper Garage or I would enter normal along or workers going home with their private cars.

Imagine your boss driving you after work, everyday. That kind of relationship. Not because someone connected you to them, but your skills and the way you carry yourself made that possible.

There was an event we had, my ọga from House Committee on Financial Crime, Federal House of Representatives came because of me. My colleagues were asking me how did I pull it. Maintaining good relationships.

I remember in 2019 some house of representatives were selected to represent Nigeria in Legislative Conference held at Doha, Qatar, I was given the privilege to collect their passports of the four house of reps and do the registration on their behalf. I could walk into any office and see reps excited to give me their passport, and also excited they were attending conferences.

The day EFCC defended their budget through house committee on financial crime and the appropriation committee, the chairman of the committee with over 30 house of reps members under saw me with my boss and asked who I was.

I remember after the introduction, he took me to where I never believed I could go in this life. "Out of bound for non distinguished senators and members federal house of representatives." He said I should come with him. We headed into the office of the senator president, Lawan.

It was still inside that one room in faraway Dutse where I didn't even want anyone to know me.

From there, I was being hosted to different places.

I remember getting an invite by Dr. Laz Ude Eze . The first day we met, I began to tell him about sign language. He was like "I have a program at AIT, you could come and sign."

That was it. From the first day we met, I was able to sell what I had to offer.

I started signing for his Health program on AIT. From there, I got a call that an event was coming up and I was to sign. The person who called had saw me on TV and was asking questions. That event was African Economic Congress 2020 where I had to interpret 42 speeches in 3 days— ranging from 4 ambassadors of African countries, CBN Governor, Hope Ụzọdị́ma, two former presidents of African countries, etc.

I was leaving my one room in Dutse Alhaji to attend to all the events.

While some would visit and mock me that I was living in a room. I have heard things like :"someone will see your post on Facebook and assume you have money. They don't know you live in a room self-con."

I never told anyone I had money. While some build the process, the structure, others only see money as accomplishment. I only cut some people off because their essence of coming to you is to seize you if you measured up with their imagination. The real rich people don't care but the content is what they are after. Always the struggling ones with leeches mindset.

To cut the long story short. It's inside this room I started paying 130k I received calls of House of Reps members, and mostly turned down their offers when they are against my conviction. Inside this room I started with 130k in Abuja I built a house just after a year I lived inside it. So, while some people visit probably because they met me on Facebook, then mock me for living in a village, none knew I was building a house elsewhere.

I remember getting an invitation by one big shot in Transcorp. I can't disclose his name. It got to a point he asked me: "is there anything you need money can solve, let me know."

I told him absolutely nothing. Even if I needed anything, it could be a project, something worthwhile, and not just money.

From this room, I built Igbotic dot net website. From this room I translated works for National Bureau of Statistics, IPSOS research agency, World Bank, etc. I got contracts from people who only heard my name of googled my name. Nobody ever asked about where I lived. Where you live is nobody's business.

From this room, I wrote Fiziksi in Igbo language. From this room I conceived the idea of D**e Fashion World and launched it. From this same room, I travelled to the United States.

Getting here, I moved into a luxury apartment because I prepared for it and could afford it in my own terms.

I always believe that even if you are inside the hole, the world will find you. Just have something they need.

If you like, go borrow money, live a depressive life because you want to mimick lifestyles of the rich. Nobody is interested in sycophants and leeches. Wealth and accomplishment are not air transmitted neither are they sexually transmitted

The people you want to get into their circle know your motives. They will never rate you or open doors for you.

The idea is, add value to yourself anywhere you find yourself. You cannot be motivated if you don't want to motivate yourself. Your problem is not your environment but you. And you don't need to live where you can afford because you want to connect with rich people. Life is not Bluetooth or infrared.

I paused!

Chapter 22:The Silent Killer of today marriage  is Lack of Communication.Silence in marriage is louder than shouting. Ma...
26/09/2025

Chapter 22:The Silent Killer of today marriage is Lack of Communication.

Silence in marriage is louder than shouting. Many homes in Nigeria today are not broken because of infidelity, money, or external voices? but because two people under the same roof stopped talking from from the heart.

It begins subtly. The husband comes home late and gives one, word answers. The wife feels unappreciated, so she withdraws into herself. Days turn to weeks, and soon, they are strangers sharing a bed.

Communication is not just talking, it is listening, understanding, and responding with empathy. In our contemporary Nigeria, where stress, bills, and societal pressure choke every man and woman, communication is the lifeline that keeps love alive.

When we fail to talk, assumptions take over. And assumptions are dangerous, they paint your partner as an enemy instead of an ally. A man may think his wife is nagging, when in truth, she is crying for attention. A woman may think her husband no longer loves her, when in truth, he is just drowning under financial weight.

The unspoken words build walls. And these walls, if not broken, become prisons.

If marriage is a sacred journey, then communication is the light that shows the path. Without it, you walk blind, even with the one you love most.

"A marriage dies the moment two hearts stop speaking, even if their mouths still do."

i asks you my friend: Do you still talk to your partner, or have you replaced conversations with silence?

Family, I know… it’s been three weeks of radio silence. Some of you probably thought I went on a secret vacation to the ...
26/09/2025

Family, I know… it’s been three weeks of radio silence. Some of you probably thought I went on a secret vacation to the moon 🌙, or maybe I joined a witness protection program 😂. Truth is:

My pillow kidnapped me for “extra rest”

Life kept me busier than a Lagos traffic jam

And Netflix almost gave me a permanent contract (don’t ask how 😅).

But here I am, alive, free, and ready to continue from where we stopped. 🚀

Here’s the lesson I picked up during this break: sometimes life forces us into “commercial breaks.” But the beauty is that the movie must continue. And trust me, this next chapter will be worth the wait.

So buckle up, because we’re moving forward with more stories, more wisdom, more laughter, and more motivation. The silence is broken, and the fire is back! 🔥

👉🏽 Now, do me one favor: if you’re happy to see me back, drop a “🔥🔥🔥” in the comments or just shout “Welcome Back!” so I know my family is still here. 💯

love alone does not pay bills.Family I must open this chapter with a hard truth: love alone does not pay bills.Yes, love...
17/09/2025

love alone does not pay bills.

Family I must open this chapter with a hard truth: love alone does not pay bills.

Yes, love is beautiful. Yes, love can make a man and woman survive on “garri and groundnut” with smiles on their faces. But let me tell you, when unpaid rent knocks at your door, when your child is sent home from school for fees, when food prices rise before your very eyes, love begins to look like a luxury. This is the raw reality of Nigerian marriages today.

The Cost of Living:
In Nigeria, every week feels like a new financial battle. Foodstuffs double in price, fuel scarcity adds unnecessary expenses, transport fares rise, and salaries remain stagnant. Many husbands and wives are living paycheck to paycheck, with nothing left after bills.

Society tells the man, “You must provide everything, no matter what.” He carries the entire family weight on his shoulders, and when he struggles, he is called irresponsible.
On the other hand, when a woman earns more, many men feel their pride is under attack. Instead of teamwork, competition enters the home.


Let’s not lie, it happens every day. Some husbands hide their real income from their wives. Some wives run secret savings or lend money out without telling their husbands. Trust is broken not by cheating in love, but by cheating in money matters.

This is one of the biggest silent battles. In Nigeria, a man may be working to feed his immediate family, but his extended family calls him every week with demands. If he fails, he is branded a wicked son. The wife suffers silently as her own children lack while in-laws eat the fruit of her husband’s sweat.
And on the flip side, some women too send resources to their own families without considering the strain it puts on their homes.

Many marriages bleed not because of poverty, but because of poor planning. Some spend lavishly when money comes in, forgetting that tomorrow is uncertain. Others try to keep up with neighbors, buying cars, clothes, or gadgets just to prove “we have made it.” At the end of the day, debts pile up, and peace disappears.

Money is not just about figures, it is about emotions.
👉 When a man cannot provide, his confidence is shattered. He begins to withdraw, feeling less like a husband.
👉 When a woman feels unappreciated for her contributions, bitterness grows. She starts to feel like a “partner by force” rather than a wife.
👉 Constant quarrels about money turn the bedroom cold. Couples stop talking, stop touching, stop smiling. Intimacy suffers because poverty has killed romance.

This is why so many homes in Nigeria today are standing physically but collapsing emotionally. The battle of finances eats deep into love, trust, and respect.

how do we solve this problem

Teamwork Over Pride:
It should never be about “who brings more.” If one earns ₦10,000 and the other earns ₦100,000, what matters is that both hands are joined to carry the load. Pride destroys, but teamwork sustains.

Radical Transparency:
No secrets. No hidden debts. No private bank accounts that your partner cannot know about. Money secrets are poison to trust.

Budgeting and Discipline:
Couples must learn to plan. If the money is small, then the lifestyle must be smaller. Stop competing with people on Instagram. Stop trying to prove anything to outsiders.

Boundaries With Extended Family:
Help when you can, but never at the expense of your home. Charity begins at home. A wise couple agrees together on what they can give, not what they are forced to give.

Shared Sacrifice:
Sometimes the man will carry more. Sometimes the woman will carry more. What matters is that both carry with love, not with resentment

"Poverty does not break marriages, pride, secrecy, and lack of unity in handling money does."

The Sacred Journey continues… ✨

Odinaka Agukwe

14/09/2025
THE SACRED JOURNEY Chapter 20,  Seasons of Waiting: When Delays Test the UnionFamily, I know that not every couple taste...
09/09/2025

THE SACRED JOURNEY Chapter 20, Seasons of Waiting: When Delays Test the Union

Family, I know that not every couple tastes joy immediately after “I do.” Some enter the season of waiting,waiting for children, waiting for financial stability, waiting for breakthrough, waiting for dreams to come alive.

These seasons of waiting are not easy. They test the strength of love, the depth of patience, and the sincerity of vows.

👉 Some couples wait for years for the cry of a baby in their home, while neighbors whisper and families mount pressure.
👉 Others wait for financial relief, as one partner hustles from Lagos to Onitsha, from Abuja to Port Harcourt, yet ends each month with little to show.
👉 Some wait for emotional healing, because scars from childhood or past mistakes make it hard to fully trust even the one they love.

In Nigeria today, delay is often misunderstood. Society sees waiting as weakness, as though God has forgotten, or the couple has failed. But in truth, waiting is a furnace where marriages are either refined, or consumed.

💡 A wise couple chooses to wait together, not apart. They learn to carry each other’s burdens, wipe each other’s tears, and fight the same battles side by side. For it is in waiting that true love is proven, not when everything is sweet, but when everything feels slow.

Waiting seasons are painful, but they are never wasted. Like a seed planted deep in the soil, there is life beneath the surface even if nothing is yet visible.

"The strength of a marriage is not seen in how fast blessings arrive, but in how firmly two hearts hold on when blessings delay." 🌹

The Sacred Journey continues… ✨

Odinaka Agukwe

How do you handle seasons of waiting in marriage, with bitterness, or with faith and patience?

08/09/2025

“Children are not just blessings to a home; they are mirrors of our love, tests of our patience, and living legacies of the

Children are God’s sweetest gifts, yet they come wrapped with sleepless nights, sacrifices, and lessons only love can te...
08/09/2025

Children are God’s sweetest gifts, yet they come wrapped with sleepless nights, sacrifices, and lessons only love can teach.

Family,
I have seen marriages transformed the day a child’s cry entered the home. Children are a gift from God, the laughter that fills empty rooms, the hands that tug at our clothes, the eyes that remind us of innocence.

But let me be honest: the arrival of children is both a blessing and a test.

At first, the joy is overwhelming. A husband looks at his wife and says, “This is the flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, multiplied in our love.” A woman looks at her child and whispers, “This is my crown.” The world feels complete.

Yet, not every moment is sweet. Sleepless nights, financial strain, misunderstandings about parenting styles, and the silent competition of “Who sacrifices more?” begin to test the strength of the marriage.

👉 In Nigeria today, raising children is not easy. School fees, feeding, hospital bills, even the cost of pampers, can drain a man’s pocket and stretch his patience.
👉 For women, their bodies change, their time is no longer theirs, and many quietly battle with the feeling of being unappreciated.
👉 Then comes society’s pressure, “When will you have children?” for those waiting, or “When will you have another one?” for those who already do.

But here lies the truth: children should unite a couple, not divide them. Parenting is not a competition; it is a partnership of love and sacrifice. A wise man supports his wife in the midnight cries of the baby. A wise woman appreciates the burden her husband carries daily just to keep the family afloat.

Children are not just mouths to feed, they are souls to shape. The way we love each other as parents becomes the first lesson our children learn about love. If they see respect, they grow respectful. If they see constant fights, they inherit bitterness.

So I say, let us treasure the gift of children, while guarding our marriage from being lost in the process of raising them. For what is the use of raising great children if the home that birthed them crumbles?

"Children are not the reason to forget your marriage; they are the reminder of why your marriage must endure." 🌹

The Sacred Journey continues… ✨

Odinaka Agukwe

Have you allowed parenting to bring you closer to your partner, or has it silently pushed you apart?

07/09/2025

Why You Must Persist Even When It Feels Impossible

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The Storms of External VoicesFamily,I must tell you one bitter truth: not every marriage is destroyed by infidelity, or ...
07/09/2025

The Storms of External Voices

Family,
I must tell you one bitter truth: not every marriage is destroyed by infidelity, or by money, or by misunderstanding. Many marriages die quietly because of external voices that should have been shut out.

Marriage is sacred because it is between husband, wife, and God. But in reality, too many other voices creep in, voices of in-laws, neighbors, so-called friends, and even strangers on social media.

💔 A man complains to his friends about his wife’s cooking, and those friends begin to mock her behind his back. Slowly, his respect for her fades.
💔 A woman shares her marital struggles with her unmarried friend, who whispers, “If I were you, I would leave him.” She listens, and bitterness grows.
💔 Parents sometimes interfere, demanding control over how the home is run, forgetting that their season has passed, and this new family must learn to grow by itself.

In Nigeria today, extended family pressure is heavy. A man is told, “You must take care of your siblings first,” even when his wife and children are in need. A woman is told, “Don’t forget your mother’s people,” even if her husband is struggling. Slowly, division enters the home.

But hear me, no outsider should carry the steering wheel of your marriage. Counsel is good, but control is deadly.

👉 Husbands, protect your wife from voices that insult her dignity.
👉 Wives, shield your husband from voices that weaken his confidence.
👉 Couples, guard your home like a fortress, because a thousand opinions from outside can drown the single voice of love inside.

A marriage will only survive when both husband and wife decide, “It is us against the world, not the world against us.”

"The loudest voices outside should never be louder than the quiet commitment inside a marriage." 🌹

The Sacred Journey continues… ✨

Odinaka Agukwe

Do you allow outsiders to decide your marriage, or do you protect your union as your sacred ground?

Family, I must open my heart here, because one of the most silent killers of marriages in our society today is not alway...
06/09/2025

Family, I must open my heart here, because one of the most silent killers of marriages in our society today is not always infidelity, not always disrespect, but money.

Money is not just currency, it carries weight, pride, respect, fear, and sometimes shame. And because of that, it tests marriages more than anything else.

In today’s Nigeria, a husband may wake up 4 a.m. to beat traffic from Ikorodu to the Island, or from the village to the city market, all just to earn something to feed his home. He may come back tired, smelling of sweat and frustration, and still meet a family that needs school fees, food, hospital bills, and endless responsibilities.

A wife, on her part, may be stretched beyond her body, running a small shop, selling akara, tailoring, or office work, yet still carrying the pressure of managing every naira, ensuring no child goes hungry, and her husband’s dignity is not diminished.

And then, society makes it harder:
👉 Families asking for help even when the couple is struggling.
👉 Friends comparing lifestyles, saying “look at your mate, he just bought a car,” without knowing the full story.
👉 Social media showing false pictures of success that create hidden resentment in marriages.

Yet, let me tell you, marriage is not about who has more,it is about who gives more of themselves.

Sacrifice is when a wife gives up new clothes just so her husband can invest in a business. Sacrifice is when a husband skips hanging out with friends so the family can eat better. Sacrifice is when both partners choose roasted corn by the roadside over quarreling about the jollof rice they cannot yet afford.

Marriage will bring days when the pot is full and the aroma fills the whole compound, and days when only indomie or soaked garri will stand as dinner. But what will matter is not the food on the table, but the unity at the table.

💡 Husbands, honor your wife’s little contribution, even if it is just Maggi cubes she added to the soup.
💡 Wives, respect your husband’s efforts, even if it is just 2k he brought home with sweat on his face.
💡 Tomorrow’s wealth is built on today’s little sacrifices, brick by brick, prayer by prayer, love by love.

Because listen to me: money can buy a bed, but not sleep; money can buy food, but not peace; money can buy a wedding, but not a marriage.

The marriages that last are not the ones with the biggest houses or cars, but the ones where partners refused to let poverty destroy their bond.

"The true wealth of marriage is not in what is stored in the bank, but in the sacrifices hidden in the heart." 🌹

The Sacred Journey continues… ✨

Odinaka Agukwe

If tomorrow comes with little, will your marriage still stand on love—or will it fall under money?

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