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The father of my children, I mean my husband told me last week to park my things and that of the children that his reloc...
26/09/2025

The father of my children, I mean my husband told me last week to park my things and that of the children that his relocating us to the village to stay with his parents in the house he build,I took it as a joke, reaching this week that he came back from work and saw that I don't do what he ask of he started quarrelling with me that he give me two days to do what he ask me or I will see the other side of him,then I ask him what happened that his sending us to the village while he stayed here,the next thing he said was I have no right to know about all this decisions.i called his parents and explain everything to them and they are supporting him,am working and his work the house we are living is our own so I don't know what the problem is but I can't move to the village rather I will rent a house and live with my children.

I hope am not taking a wrong decision, because I don't want to go please advice your sister

24/09/2025

You and your wife live in a three-bedroom flat with your two kids and a house help, a young girl about nineteen going on twenty. She has been staying with your family after you and your wife went to her village to beg her mother to release her into your care. Her mother trusted you, believing she would live well, go to school, and be cared for.

One evening, the night before you were supposed to travel for a one-week work assignment in another state, you followed your usual routine of checking on your kids before bed. That night, when you entered the room, you noticed your house help was running a temperature. Surprised, you asked her what happened, and she said she didn’t know,she just started feeling sick that evening.

You went to tell your wife about it, and she also confirmed the girl wasn’t feeling well. Since you were traveling the next morning, you gave your wife ₦100,000 and told her to take the girl to the hospital, assuring her that if more money was needed, you would send it. Your wife agreed and said there was no problem.

The next morning, you traveled. Throughout the week, you stayed in touch with your wife on the phone, believing all was well. But when you returned home after seven days, your kids came out excitedly to welcome you. Strangely, the house help didn’t. You asked after her, and they said she was inside.

You went into her room and were shocked,the place reeked of vømit. The girl looked terribly weak, and it was clear she hadn’t received proper care. You asked her, “Have you gone to the hospital since that day?” She said no. You asked, “What about medicine, have you been taking any drugs?” Again, she said no.

Confused and angry, you went to confront your wife: “I gave you money to take this girl to the hospital. Why didn’t you take her? Why did you leave her like this for a whole week?” Your wife brushed it off, saying, “Forget about that girl. She’s just pretending. I didn’t want to waste money on her.”

Boiling with anger, you carried the sìck girl yourself, put her in the car, and rushed her to the hospital. Sadly, after only one night on admission, you received the heartbreaking call: the girl had dîêd.

Now the real question stands before you: If you were the husband, what would you tell the girl’s mother back in the village?
Would you tell her the truth, that your wife neglected the girl despite you giving her money, and that negligence led to her dêåth?
Or would you hide the truth, simply telling the mother that the girl fell sick and, despite efforts, she påssed away?

This is wickedness 😭😭

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22/08/2025

Good morning my friends and family's. Thank God it's Friday.

“I Gave My Leftover Food to the Gate Man for Months — I Didn’t Know He Was the Man Who’d One Day Save My Father’s Compan...
16/08/2025

“I Gave My Leftover Food to the Gate Man for Months — I Didn’t Know He Was the Man Who’d One Day Save My Father’s Company”

He was quiet.

Never asked for anything. Always by the gate, wearing the same shirt, day after day.

I barely noticed him until one day, I saw him eating plain garri under a tree — no sugar, no groundnut.

I felt something shift in me.

From that day, I started packing extra food when I went home from work.

> “Take, Baba. It’s just leftover stew and rice.”

He’d smile and say, “Thank you, madam. May you never lack.”

Sometimes, when I came back from work angry, he’d say strange things.

I didn’t know how those small sayings comforted me.

I never asked about his past. And he never said much — only that he had “once lived differently.”

My father’s company was in crisis. Fraud. Debt. Court cases.

One morning, EF....CC men came with a sealed letter. My father collapsed before they finished reading.

We sat in the living room, helpless — our phones off the hook.

That was when Baba walked into the compound — not in his usual faded shirt, but in a clean senator wear and holding a briefcase.

> “Madam, your father helped my family 20 years ago. I worked under his company. When I lost everything in a political setup, he sent money quietly to keep me alive. He never knew I was still around — but I’ve been watching, waiting for my chance to repay.”

He called two people.

By evening, lawyers were in the house.

By the next week, investigations were dropped.

The fraudster was caught. Our company was saved.

Turns out, Baba was once a commissioner — forced to flee after political betrayal.

He’d lived low to avoid those who still wanted him silent.

But my kindness reminded him of the man who once gave him hope — my father.

Today, he’s back in the public eye — but still visits us monthly, with fufu in one hand and laughter in the other.

And I never again underestimated the man by the gate.

My siblings always, go missing each time they turn 15.. I had two siblings before meBut they all went missing two days o...
16/08/2025

My siblings always, go missing each time
they turn 15.. I had two siblings before me

But they all went missing two days or before a day to their fifteen birthday and now am sacred because my fifteen birthday is in two days time.

My big brother, my parents first born, Olayinka. Disappear on his birthday when he was coming back from seeing his friends that came to wish him well on his birthday.

All search, to find him prove abortive. I watched mom cried the most.. and Father just moved on barley two days later.

If my mom brings the topic of still searching for Ola, my dad will get upset with her.

Infact, the month Ola went missing.. My dad was promoted in his work place. And we also moved out of our little apartment to a more comfortable one.

My dad changed our school from a public school, to a very expensive private school.

Then my dad, started building his own house, dad who was broke some month ago, all of a sudden became so rich. We couldn't ask him the source of his sudden wealth.. just like a flash we all forgot about Ola.

Then it was just left with me and my immediate elder brother Mario.

He was a cool little teenage always in his room, reading and writing several novel, painting different stuff on the wall.

We were leaving fine, until a night to Mario's 15th birthday.

We were all sleeping in our different rooms, at the middle of the night we heard a horrific scream coming out from Mario's room.

I and my mom rushed to Mario's room. But to our surprised Mario was no more.

I and mum exchanged a worried glanced. I could see the fear in mum's eyes...

She instantly rushed to the living room to see if the door is broken, but it wasn't in anyway broken it was locked just the way we left it before we went to bed.

Mum throw herself on the floor and began crying loudly into the middle of the night. I just stood there drenched in my own cold sweat

The days since Mario disappeared have been the longest of my life.
Mom barely speaks now. She moves through the house like a shadow, her face pale and hollow. Sometimes, I hear her whisper Mario’s name at night. Other times, she just sits in the kitchen, staring at the wall.

Dad, on the other hand, seems… fine. Too fine. He hums under his breath when he shaves in the morning. His phone rings a lot, and sometimes he steps outside to talk in low, urgent tones. Whenever I walk into the room, he stops mid-sentence and smiles that too-wide smile at me.

I’ve started noticing things I never paid attention to before.
Like the old trunk in Dad’s study — the one he always keeps locked. Or how, the week after Mario disappeared, Dad came home with a new gold wristwatch and a car.

But the worst part is the nights.

The past two nights, I’ve woken to faint whispers in the hallway outside my room. At first, I thought it was Mom, maybe crying again. But last night, I realized the voice was deeper. A man’s voice.

It was Dad.
And he wasn’t alone.

I couldn’t hear every word, but one sentence reached me clearly through the door:

“It will be ready… on the night of the fifteenth.”

I didn’t sleep after that.

Now, my birthday is tomorrow.
The walls of this new, expensive house feel like they’re closing in. Every creak makes my skin prickle. Every glance from Dad feels like a warning.

Mom hasn’t looked me in the eye all day. She just keeps muttering under her breath: Stay in your room tonight… lock the door… whatever you do, don’t open it.

But here’s the thing — Mario’s door was locked. And he still vanished.

So if they come for me tonight… there will be no escape.

Hmmmm
I need help

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