Qeen UJu

30/10/2025

05/10/2025

God is really wonder ooo see resemblance

01/10/2025

This new month ,God will be your leading light.
He will comfort you on every side of your life.
You shall be clothed with garment of favour, honoured, and He will establish you fully on the seat of honour.
Every power sponsoring challenges and obstacles on your road to the place of your desire shall be frustrated.
He will grant you special and uncommon grace to be on top of your ambition.
This month, you will get favoured access to the places where you had difficulty before.
Welcome to your month of divine fulfilment
Good morning.
Happy New Month.
Happy independence day
🙏🙏🙏Shalom!!!

30/09/2025

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27/09/2025

Wisdom listens even when pride wants to talk

27/09/2025

Wisdom listen even when pride want to talk

27/09/2025

My brother, you are providing for her body, but woundinggg her soul. Marriage is not only about money or material comfort it is about covenant, faithfulness, and safety of the heart. You may think you are “helping” the other woman, but in truth you are breaking the one who trusted you with her life. Providing everything does not excuse betraying the vow. What your wife needs most is not what money can buy, but what only you can give loyalty, love, and truth.

25/09/2025

🚨 Pour me water 💦‼️

Big congratulations to Jarvis and Peller as dem upgrade to brand new iPhone 17 Pro Max last night! 📱🔥

According to Peller, Jarvis na the first Edo babe to buy iPhone 17 👏. Both phones cost ₦7 million total (₦3.5m each).

Meanwhile, many of us still dey manage Android 🤣… even me, I still dey reason how to swap my 6s to 7 Plus — money never complete oo! 😂

Anyway, Peller don even yarn say he go dash one lucky fan him old iPhone 16 Pro Max!

Lesson of the day: Abeg, Wetin b that your phone name again? drop am for comment make we laugh small 😆👇

🔥No be gist of Naijagist no gist am 🔥

25/09/2025

LET HER CALL YOU 1-MINUTE MAN

Men, listen carefully. Sexual enhancement drugs do not give you extra pleasure. Read that again: NO EXTRA PLEASURE.

What they do is simple—they only delay ej*******on. In street terms, they just make you “last longer.” But here’s the brutal truth: the longer you last, the more strain you put on your heart.

Even during normal s*x, your heartbeat rises by 40–50% as you near climax. That’s why most men collapse in sleep right after. Now add performance enhancers to that equation. Your body wants to finish, but the drug blocks you. You keep forcing it. Meanwhile, your heart is fighting a losing battle. If it’s not strong enough, Baba God calls you home.

After that? Shock, mourning, funeral preparations. And if they fry puff-puff at your burial, people will eat, laugh, and life goes on without you.

So if she mocks you as a “1-minute man,” don’t let shame kill you. Let her go chase her “1-hour warrior.” If you last 3 hours, that’s between you, her, and whoever you boast to—it’s not the Olympics. There are no gold medals in the bedroom.

Once you hit 50, 55+, stop trying to s*xually impress women—even your wife. Because if you die on that bed, another man will inherit your ‘stadium.’ And let’s be honest—someone might already be sharing the field while you’re alive, like AC Milan and Inter Milan sharing San Siro.

Let your wife enjoy the one minute you can give. That one minute might be all you need.

Rules are rules. You didn’t create them. Nature did period.

20/09/2025

20/09/2025

I wanted to place my wife on a salary after giving birth but my friends discouraged me.

After my wife gave birth, she had given birth to twins at the time. She was working as a secretary in a firm, but because of her pregnancy and the nature of her job, she was given leave to return three months after delivery.

Fortunately, she gave birth to twins, and going back was not easy because she really needed to stay at home and tend to the kids. Being someone who always had her own money, I thought it wise to place her on salary so that whenever she wanted to buy something for herself or eat what she desired, she could easily get it.

But the mistake I made was discussing this idea with some close friends at work.

I asked them,

“Guys, is it really bad if I place my wife on salary, seeing that she just gave birth, and will need money at hand?”

One of my friends snapped immediately.

“Salary for what? Why would you give her a salary? Is she not your wife? Is she your housemaid?”

I replied calmly,

“No, but I’m just thinking… This is someone who has worked all her life. Now she’s stuck at home with the babies. At least she should have something to hold on to.”

But another friend cut in angrily,

“It is you people that empower women. When you start this now, tomorrow she’ll go and tell my wife, and that one will start disturbing me. My brother, don’t start what you cannot finish. If you give her money for the house, that’s enough. Let her manage herself till she resumes work.”

I thought about it deeply and concluded that maybe they were right. I didn’t place her on any salary.

Now, my wife is the kind of woman who doesn’t know how to ask. All her life she has been independent, and I got carried away by that.

One evening, I returned from work and went into the bedroom. My wife had already ironed and arranged my clothes for the next day, as she always did. The twins were asleep in their cot, and she was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Just then, her phone rang. It was lying on the bed, so I picked it up and handed it to her before stepping out.

I overheard the conversation. It was her elder brother.

After the exchange pleasantries, her brother asked,

“My sister, how are you doing? You don’t sound happy. Is everything alright?” he asked.

She tried to sound cheerful.

“I’m fine. Everything is okay.”

But her brother pressed further.

“No, you don’t sound fine. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

After a pause, she said softly,

“Please, can you help me recharge my phone? I’ve run out of airtime. And if you can, help me subscribe for data too. I’ve been out for a week now.”

Her brother was shocked.

“Why didn’t you say so? You should have told me earlier.” He promised to send her some money immediately.

When she ended the call, I stood frozen. My chest felt tight. As a man, it struck me hard. My wife had to reach out to her brother for something as little as airtime and data, while I was there, doing nothing.

I really felt bad because as the man of the house, I am supposed to be the provider. If a man gets married to his wife and she still has to reach out to her brothers or family for help, then something is wrong. It’s not like I didn’t have the money. It’s not like we were poor. We were okay. I was okay. I just failed to take responsibility.

To me, it was a slap to my face. A big slap.

Later, during dinner, I asked her gently,

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed money for these things?”

She lowered her eyes and replied,

“You should know me by now. I don’t know how to ask. I’ve always worked and had my own. It’s not easy for me to come and start asking you for small things.”

I felt a sting in my heart. I reached for her hand.

“I’m sorry. From today, I’ll make sure you don’t lack anything.”

She smiled faintly, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. After the meal, I gave her some money. To my surprise, she broke down in tears.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, alarmed.

She wiped her eyes and whispered, “For over three months now, since I gave birth, I’ve been so broke. I couldn’t even buy shortbread, my favorite snack. I would see it in the shop, but I’d just close my eyes and walk away. Anything I see that I like, I pretend as if I don’t need it. It has not been easy for me.”

My throat tightened, and I felt ashamed. Right there, I promised myself never to let her go through that again.

From that day onward, I placed her on a monthly allowance. She never squandered it; instead, she used it wisely. Anytime I sent her money, she would rush to me with excitement, singing my praises,

“My husband, my husband, my Odogwu Bubu!” and dance around the room.

I would blush and laugh, and sometimes I would send her even more, just to see that glow on her face. Those moments brought peace into our home, because she knew she was valued and cared for.

Marriage is not about listening to outsiders. It is about protecting your home, prioritizing your partner, and making sure their needs are met in love.

Morals

Never allow external voices to dictate how you run your home. You and your spouse know what works best for your family.

Marriage is about partnership and care. Providing for your spouse, even in small ways, is a seed of love that grows into peace, happiness, and respect.

CopiedI wanted to place my wife on a salary after giving birth but my friends discouraged me.

After my wife gave birth, she had given birth to twins at the time. She was working as a secretary in a firm, but because of her pregnancy and the nature of her job, she was given leave to return three months after delivery.

Fortunately, she gave birth to twins, and going back was not easy because she really needed to stay at home and tend to the kids. Being someone who always had her own money, I thought it wise to place her on salary so that whenever she wanted to buy something for herself or eat what she desired, she could easily get it.

But the mistake I made was discussing this idea with some close friends at work.

I asked them,

“Guys, is it really bad if I place my wife on salary, seeing that she just gave birth, and will need money at hand?”

One of my friends snapped immediately.

“Salary for what? Why would you give her a salary? Is she not your wife? Is she your housemaid?”

I replied calmly,

“No, but I’m just thinking… This is someone who has worked all her life. Now she’s stuck at home with the babies. At least she should have something to hold on to.”

But another friend cut in angrily,

“It is you people that empower women. When you start this now, tomorrow she’ll go and tell my wife, and that one will start disturbing me. My brother, don’t start what you cannot finish. If you give her money for the house, that’s enough. Let her manage herself till she resumes work.”

I thought about it deeply and concluded that maybe they were right. I didn’t place her on any salary.

Now, my wife is the kind of woman who doesn’t know how to ask. All her life she has been independent, and I got carried away by that.

One evening, I returned from work and went into the bedroom. My wife had already ironed and arranged my clothes for the next day, as she always did. The twins were asleep in their cot, and she was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Just then, her phone rang. It was lying on the bed, so I picked it up and handed it to her before stepping out.

I overheard the conversation. It was her elder brother.

After the exchange pleasantries, her brother asked,

“My sister, how are you doing? You don’t sound happy. Is everything alright?” he asked.

She tried to sound cheerful.

“I’m fine. Everything is okay.”

But her brother pressed further.

“No, you don’t sound fine. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

After a pause, she said softly,

“Please, can you help me recharge my phone? I’ve run out of airtime. And if you can, help me subscribe for data too. I’ve been out for a week now.”

Her brother was shocked.

“Why didn’t you say so? You should have told me earlier.” He promised to send her some money immediately.

When she ended the call, I stood frozen. My chest felt tight. As a man, it struck me hard. My wife had to reach out to her brother for something as little as airtime and data, while I was there, doing nothing.

I really felt bad because as the man of the house, I am supposed to be the provider. If a man gets married to his wife and she still has to reach out to her brothers or family for help, then something is wrong. It’s not like I didn’t have the money. It’s not like we were poor. We were okay. I was okay. I just failed to take responsibility.

To me, it was a slap to my face. A big slap.

Later, during dinner, I asked her gently,

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed money for these things?”

She lowered her eyes and replied,

“You should know me by now. I don’t know how to ask. I’ve always worked and had my own. It’s not easy for me to come and start asking you for small things.”

I felt a sting in my heart. I reached for her hand.

“I’m sorry. From today, I’ll make sure you don’t lack anything.”

She smiled faintly, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. After the meal, I gave her some money. To my surprise, she broke down in tears.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, alarmed.

She wiped her eyes and whispered, “For over three months now, since I gave birth, I’ve been so broke. I couldn’t even buy shortbread, my favorite snack. I would see it in the shop, but I’d just close my eyes and walk away. Anything I see that I like, I pretend as if I don’t need it. It has not been easy for me.”

My throat tightened, and I felt ashamed. Right there, I promised myself never to let her go through that again.

From that day onward, I placed her on a monthly allowance. She never squandered it; instead, she used it wisely. Anytime I sent her money, she would rush to me with excitement, singing my praises,

“My husband, my husband, my Odogwu Bubu!” and dance around the room.

I would blush and laugh, and sometimes I would send her even more, just to see that glow on her face. Those moments brought peace into our home, because she knew she was valued and cared for.

Marriage is not about listening to outsiders. It is about protecting your home, prioritizing your partner, and making sure their needs are met in love.

Morals

Never allow external voices to dictate how you run your home. You and your spouse know what works best for your family.

Marriage is about partnership and care. Providing for your spouse, even in small ways, is a seed of love that grows into peace, happiness, and respectl