Nneka and family

16/06/2025

New look do you like

16/06/2025

My girls 🥰😍

15/06/2025

My first daughter reading me a story

15/06/2025

Just felling myself happy Sunday guys

15/06/2025

My name is Nneka and I'm a super mom of 3

15/06/2025

Happy father's day to me for been a mother and a father figure at the same time it's not easy

13/06/2025

come outside.

Fine.

But when I stepped out, I knew something was off. The murmuring was loud.

It was as if the air itself was gossiping about me.

“What kind of stingy man is this that Amaka wants to marry?”

"Ordinary extra ten crates of beer, he refused. This meat sef is not enough.”

“Na wa oh. See the kind of man we’re dashing our beautiful Amaka to… tufiakwa, this man is stingy Abeg!"

But honestly...

If I tell you it didn’t get to me, I’d be lying. My stomach did a somersault.

But I told myself, “Amaka, if you allow these people to mess with your head, you’ll cry and ruin your trad. Harden your heart and wear smile like powder.”

I walked out to greet my in-laws and later danced to identify my husband by giving him a drink. They sprayed us money, my father blessed our marriage, and we went home.

At least the day ended.

When we got to his place, I was welcomed like a queen. We ate, I showered, we prayed together, and thanked God for a successful event.

But just after the prayer, my husband’s phone beeped. He asked me to help him get it.

As I picked it up, something in my spirit said, “Look.”

So I looked.

The phone screen displayed an alert.

₦20 million.

I froze.

I stared again.

₦20 million.

I didn’t know when I shouted,

“Wait… Ikem! You had ₦20 million in your account and you allowed my people to drag me like chewing gum today? Amaka, you have married a stingy man indeed!”

I fell on the floor and burst into tears.

Anurika was right after all. I married Stingy Koko oh!

I expected him to come and hold me, explain himself, say baby I’m sorry, but he just sat there like one village chief. He allowed me to cry my entire soul out.

And when I was done, he said calmly:

“You see that money, we’ll use it to buy land in a good location and sell it off in four months. Hope you still remember our honeymoon is in Dubai?

“See my love," He said softly as he sat next to me, with his palms holding me softly.

This was all I wanted. He paused

13/06/2025

Everyone called my husband a stingy man on our traditional marriage.

My husband is into importation. In fact, they call him importer exporter, but I don't know why he acted the way he did during our trad.

My people kept pressuring him to bring more money for drinks and cooking, and he insisted that he didn't have any other money.

It was like a joke to everyone.

They pressed him hard, yet he didn't shake body.

At some point, my sister-in-law barged into the makeup room and dragged me outside with fire in her eyes. She hissed loudly and said,

“So with all this your beauty, you decided to waste it by being a bride to a stingy man? Eehhh eehh! *Amaka itogiri la!*”

I was stunned.

Who is she calling a stingy man? Not my Ike Bobo.

So I thought.

I flared up immediately. “Excuse me, my husband is not a stingy man,” I snapped.

Anurika, my sister-in-law, burst into that her irritating laughter like I was some street comedian.

“Amaka,” she said, shaking her head, “your man is not just stingy, but I choose to call him Stingy Koko. Go outside and see how he’s disgracing you. I don’t even know why they gave him that big title—importer exporter... Ordinary to bring out money and buy more drinks, he refused. He said he doesn’t have money.

“If you know what’s best for you, go and talk to him oh! Maybe there’s a button you’ll touch that will make him drop money. Any way, *nah Una Sabi.”

And just like that, she flipped her wig and walked away.

I stood there like a confused goat.

Was this not the same Anurika that I, Amaka, contributed money for when my brother wanted to marry her? I still remember how they were begging left and right. And now it’s my turn and she has the audacity to call my husband stingy?

A man who brought out 3 million naira for my trad?

I didn’t say anything again. I just politely told the makeup artist I’d be back, stepped out and called my husband. His younger brother picked and said everything was fine, that I should just get ready and come

13/02/2025

So, I almost died because of egusi soup. And no, it wasn’t poison. My own greed nearly sent me to my ancestors.

It all started when my girlfriend, Amaka, invited me over for the first time. We had been dating for three months, and she kept hyping her cooking skills like she was the head chef at a five-star restaurant. “Babe, my egusi soup is legendary,” she said. Me, a certified foodie, believed her.

When I got there, the aroma alone weakened my knees. The kind of smell that makes you start reconsidering your entire life. I saw the pot, deep, steaming, with palm oil floating seductively on top. My guy, the soup was thick. Not the type that looks like soakaway water, but the kind that when you scoop it, it respects itself and follows the swallow obediently.

She served me a mountain of fufu and a whole basin of soup. My village people were already clapping in the background. I should have respected myself. I should have taken my time. But no, gluttony is a disease.

I dived in like a possessed man. First bite; heaven. Second bite; ancestral approval. Third bite; problem.

I don’t know if it was excitement or greed, but I swallowed without chewing well. My people, a lump of fufu and bone got stuck in my throat. I tried to cough it out, but it refused. I reached for water, but Amaka, thinking I was just enjoying the food too much, smiled and said, “Babe, don’t rush na. Eat gently.”

Gently ke? I was fighting for my life.

At some point, my vision started blurring. My hands were shaking. I banged the table twice, BOOM! BOOM! That’s when she realized something was wrong.

“Chai! Babe, are you okay?”

I wanted to answer, but all that came out was “Hrrghhkk.” Next thing I knew, I saw darkness.

I woke up on the floor, my shirt drenched in water. Amaka stood over me, holding an empty bucket. The girl had BATTERED me with water like a soaked garment in Ojuelegba.

Her neighbors were peeping through the window, some already laughing. One woman shouted,

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