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30/06/2025

WIFE VALUE YOUR HUSBAND
I asked my husband to give me some money to make my hair but he told me he didn't have much on him, so he gave me just #2,500. I was so ángry with him. We have been married for a year and each time I asked him for money, he would always give me an amount that would not be sufficient for what I needed it for.

I had not gotten a job since I relocated to his place after the wedding, so I wasn't financially buoyant. I only lived on the stipends my husband gave me monthly which wasn't even enough to cater for my personal needs. As at that time, I was already six months pregnant.

"What will I do with #2,500? I told you I want to braid my hair. The attachment alone is 6k. My hairdresser will collect at least 4,500 to make the hair. What will I do with this money?" I asked angrily.

"Babe, you should understand how much I'm struggling to take care of expenses in this house. The money I spent on our wedding ceremony has really affected me because I exhausted all my savings. The fact that I'm still able to put down money in this house is because of the soft loan I get from work every month. I've told you about this before. Please, bear with me. It's just a season in time. We will soon get over it." My husband pleaded.

"Bear with me! Bear with me! This is what you say all the time! What kind of hair will I make with 2,500?" I hissed angrily and walked out of the house.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. I went straight to my hairdresser's shop but unfortunately, she was not around. Her shop was locked. I was disappointed.

"Where on earth did this one go to on a weekend like this?" I wondered.

I didn't want to go back home without making my hair, so I decided to try the other hairdresser who was on the third street to my house. I have never made my hair there but I once heard my neighbour mention that she was good at making nice styles... I just wanted to avoid going back home to my husband because I was still very ångry with him.

I got to the salon and thankfully, only one customer was on seat. She was almost done making her hair. I greeted the hairdresser and she offered me a seat.

"Mama Ibeji (a name pregnant women are usually called), will you like to have some water? The sun is hot." The hairdresser offered.

"No... I'm fine, thank you." I declined politely.

The lady making her hair came with a friend. They both continued gisting as the hairdresser continued with the lady's hair.

Few minutes later, I heard the lady who came with her friend say,

"Hey, Salome, see the guy I've been talking about. He's the one driving that car."

The lady making her hair quickly turned her neck to peep through the door and I followed her gaze to see the person being talked about. I was surprised to see my husband, driving slowly past the shop. He slowed down the vehicle as he approached the bump that was across the road.

"That is the guy..." The lady continued. "There is nothing I have not done to attract his attention but he would not even give me a second of his time. Every evening, he visits his friend's shop and they would gist till he would later go home. Since the day I met him there, I've been coming to that man's shop every evening just to make friends with this guy but he never gave me the attention I desire. He would just greet me and carry his face. His friend told me he's married and I'm like, so what? Does that mean he shouldn't make friends with other ladies? Sincerely, I envy his wife. His attitude made me believe that there are still married men who are still faithful to their wives." The lady concluded.

I was shocked... Shocked was an understatement. The guy being talked about was my husband. My lawfully wedded husband! I blinked my eyes severally... I continued to listen to their conversation. The other lady making her hair replied,

"I think his wife gives him peace of mind at home. That is one thing that could make the man so focused on his wife... I mean, what other reason would have made him ignore a beautiful lady like you?"

"I agree with you." The hairdresser spoke for the first time since the conversation started.

None of these ladies knew that the man who just drove past was my husband. I couldn't speak. I watched them argue about whether his wife gives him good s3x, good food or peace of mind at home... They were arguing about me and they didn't know!

I questioned myself if truly I gave my husband any of these three things and if I would be sincere with myself, I wouldn't score up to 50% in each because I knew I could nag! If there's an award for nagging, I should get one. I don't make nice delicacies for my husband either and talking about our s3xual life, it has been epileptic since I got pregnant.

"There are still faithful men, sincerely." The hairdresser's voice cut into my thoughts.

"I wish that guy is mine!" The other lady who wasn't making her hair exhaled.

"God forbid!" I said spontaneously.

They all turned their eyes to my direction.

"What's that?" The lady asked.

"Oh no... I just got a message from someone. I didn't know I was so loud." I l¡ed.

I was sweating where I sat. Before I got to the hairdresser's shop, my husband had called me twice but I refused to pick up because I was still ångry. I picked my phone instantly and dialled his number,

"Babe, I did not see you at your usual salon. Where are you making your hair? I've been calling you, but you didn't pick up." My husband asked as soon as he picked my call.

I gave him the description of the salon where I was.

"Okay. I'm coming there right away." He replied.

In less than three minutes, my husband arrived. He parked his car and entered the salon. The lady who was crushing on my husband was excited to see him.

"The guy is coming here!" She whispered excitedly.

I watched as she set her seductive eyes on my husband. As he opened the transparent glass door, I walked up to him and he gave me a hug. The ladies were shocked, likewise the hairdresser. They could not look at me in the eye. The fumbled with their phones as my husband planted a kiss on my forehead.

There was a perfect silence as my husband and I chatted on.

Soon, the lady got through with her hair and they left the salon shamefully... My husband was the only one that didn't know what was happening.

"Madam, which hairstyle are you making?" The hairdresser asked me, trying to use a fake smile to cover up what just happened.

"I'm okay with a simple cornrows style, please." I replied.

In less than an hour, I was done. I paid the hairdresser and I asked my husband to take me to the neighbourhood market. I added some money to the balance from the money my husband gave me for the hair and I got some pepper soup ingredients with goat meat.

We went back home and I made a nice delicacy for my husband who was surprised at my sudden change of action. He had earlier come to the salon to keep my company and appease my ånger. He was marvelled to see me loving up on him and making him some pepper soup.

In the night, I gave him the best bedroom treat he hadn't accessed from me in a long time. He was so happy that he bought me a fashionable bag and a pair of shoes the following day.

"Where did you get the money to buy these?" I asked him happily.

"I don't mind taking more soft loans at work to make you happy. Last night was a memorable one!" He smiled brightly as I tried the shoes on.

Since that day, I never took my husband for granted again. I stopped nagging around the house and I was contented with whatever amount he gave me to cook or do other things.

I don learn my lesson, biko. The husband I felt was not doing enough was another person's prayer point. 😦😮

He is the perfect man I ever wanted from God. He is my imperfect perfection. 🥰🥰

I hope you learnt something from my story. Value what you have, some don't have it!

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30/06/2025

“I Was the Gatekeeper’s Son. I Slept in the Boys' Quarters.”
Today, I’m the school’s biggest donor — and I rebuilt the same gate my father once guarded.

They mocked him.
They ignored him.
Some parents told their kids not to “mingle with the gatekeeper’s child.”
But years later, he returned with something that silenced the entire school assembly.

The Gatekeeper’s Son — How One Boy Went from Being Called a ‘Houseboy’ to Rebuilding the School That Rejected Him
Written by Rosyworld CRN

2001. Enugu, Nigeria.

At the entrance of Grand Crest International School, a man named Papa Ebuka sat in a wooden chair beside the rusted school gate.
He was the school’s gatekeeper.
And behind the security house was a tiny boys’ quarters — no fan, no light — where he lived with his son, Ebuka.

Ebuka wore faded uniforms.
He didn’t buy snacks. He drank from the tap.
And when it rained, he helped his father push water away from the school gate with a broken broom.

The other students laughed at him.

“Gatekeeper’s son!”

“Go and open the gate, it’s your inheritance!”

Some teachers even asked him to fetch things like a messenger.
One day, during assembly, a boy pushed him and said, “Why are you standing in line? You’re not one of us.”

Ebuka never replied.
He just went home and cried into his father’s wrapper.

But Papa Ebuka would say:

> “My son, let them look down on us. As long as you keep looking up.”

Ebuka read at night using the streetlight near the security post.
He borrowed books from the school library and returned them in perfect condition.
And despite the shame, he topped his class.

He earned a scholarship — full tuition.
Finished secondary school.
Entered UNILAG.
Then got another scholarship to study software engineering in Canada.

Nobody expected anything from him.

But in 2024, Grand Crest International School sent out invitations:
“20-Year Founders’ Day Celebration. Alumni Welcome.”

And the guest of honour?
A surprise donor.

They didn’t know the name.
Just that a major tech CEO was sponsoring the school’s new ICT lab.

The assembly hall was filled.
Teachers, students, parents.
They all waited.

Until a black SUV pulled up to the same old gate.

And out stepped Ebuka Okoye.

In a sharp suit.
Clean shoes.
And a quiet smile.

The principal gasped.
A few teachers started whispering.
Some of the old students could barely look him in the eye.

He took the mic.

I once opened this gate because my father worked here.
But today, I open this gate because I choose to give back to the school that gave me pain… and potential.”

Gasps.
Silence.
Then tears.

He unveiled a plaque:
"Ebuka Tech Hub — In Honour of My Father, the Gatekeeper Who Kept My Dreams Safe."

He also announced:

15 full scholarships for children of non-teaching staff.

A new, modernized security post for the current gatekeeper.

And a fund to support the widows of former staff.

As he stood with his elderly father in front of the crowd, he said:

> “The world judged him by his uniform.
I judged him by his heart.

And because of him, I never locked the door to my future.”

The school cried.
The students applauded.
Even the principal knelt in gratitude.
Copied.

From gatekeeper’s son… to gate opener of destinies.
Because sometimes, the boy at the back of the line…
Returns to lead the way.

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Sign of spirit and soul

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The fact that you are way ahead of your mates today,
Be careful the tide could change.
Be humble and never mock your colleagues because no one knows tomorrow .

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20/06/2025

They told her to wait in the corridor while the family ate,
She was just the house help.
She served their meals but ate leftovers.
She washed their clothes but wore rags.

Lagos, Southwest, Nigeria 1995…

Amarachi was 13 when she was sent from her village to Lagos to work as a housemaid for the

Okoye family.

Her job?
Clean the house,
Fetch water,
Cook,
Wash,
Repeat the same.

She wasn’t allowed to sit on the couch,
Not allowed to eat with the children,
She ate on the kitchen floor,
Sometimes she slept near the store room.

They said:

“Know your place, you are lucky to be here.”

But she was Kind,
obedient, and every night she read old textbooks she found in the bin.

One of the children, Chidera, once caught her studying and said:

“You? School? Who will pay for your brain?”

She smiled and said:

“Maybe one day, God will.”

After four years, she was sent back to her village;
No certificate,
No savings,
No promise.

But Amarachi didn’t stop.

She farmed.
Saved,
Taught children in village.
Later got admitted into one of the Federal Polytechnic.
Made an Upper Credit in her OND, thereafter graduated with a Distinction in HND in Business Administration.
She soon started a local food brand,
Expanded into Raw Food Export.

By 2024, she became one of the leading Agro-entrepreneurs in Southeast, Nigeria.

One day, she saw a social media Post, the Okoye family was launching a foundation and needed a major sponsor.

She put a call through.

Used her now married name.

She was invited, not knowing who she was.

On the day of the launch, she walked in, head high, dressed in white lace.

The family froze.

Chidera blinked,

The father gasped,

She smiled and said:

25 years ago, I served your food in silence. Today, I came to serve your future with Love.

She handed them a cheque of ₦20 million donation to their Foundation.

Then added:

“This is not revenge. It’s a remembrance.
Because the girl you ignored, grew in Grace.”

The hall fell silent.

Even Chidera wept,

Amarachi turned, hugged the family’s grandmother, and whispered:

The table I once wasn’t allowed to sit at, God gave me the tools to build my own.

She didn’t come to repay the pain,
She came to rewrite history.

Because sometimes, the girl they made to eat in the kitchen, returns to fund the Banquet.

Life is a teacher!
Learn to treat people with respect.
Everybody is Somebody!