Black Man

22/09/2025

Princess my girl
You promise me say u no go go away even when things are r0ügh
Why you go away 😭😭

22/09/2025

Congratulations my man
But I p!ty kpekus wey dy serve wit you

21/09/2025

What can you say about this guy
Do u love his capping lines

21/09/2025

Smaller once said?

21/09/2025

Happy birthday senior man
Director of Jagaban ft selina tested DaddyGlitters more years bro

20/09/2025

A story with alot of lessons
Just f0l0 the story to the end

THE SILENT MARRIAGE__Episode 1

The clock in the living room struck 9:15 pm. The sound echoed through the spacious but cold house.

Ngozi sat at the dining table, staring at the untouched plate of rice before her. The food had gone cold. She sighed, glancing at the door again.

At exactly 9:20, the door opened. Her husband, Chuka, walked in, suit slightly rumpled, briefcase in hand. His tie was half-loosened, his face tired.

“Welcome,” she muttered softly.

“Hmm,” he responded, without raising his eyes. He dropped his briefcase on the couch and went straight to the bedroom.

Ngozi remained at the table, her eyes watering but no tears fell. She had gotten used to this—his silence, his distance.

Minutes later, Chuka returned, now in a T-shirt. He walked past her again, heading to the fridge.

“There’s food on the table,” Ngozi said, her voice a little louder this time.

“I’m not hungry.”

That was all. No smile. No question about her day. No conversation. Just silence.

Ngozi clenched her fists under the table. Marriage, she thought, was supposed to be companionship. But for two years now, their home had become like a hotel—he came in, slept, left in the morning, and nothing more.

She whispered to herself:
“Na this kind marriage I dream about? God, wetin dey happen to us?”

In the bedroom, Chuka lay on the bed scrolling through his phone, pretending to be busy. But deep down, he too felt the emptiness. He wanted to speak, but something—pride, maybe pain—always tied his tongue.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. A new message.

He looked at the screen quickly… then his eyes widened.

He sat up sharply, his breathing heavy, his hand trembling as he locked the phone.

Ngozi, who was just about to step into the room, noticed his reaction. Her eyes narrowed.

“Chuka… who sent you that message?” she asked slowly.

The silence that followed was louder than thunder.

TO BE CONTINUED…

20/09/2025

IF EGYPT WAS PORTHARCOUT

Portiphar's wife👉👉joeboy lap

Joseph👉👉👉area mama wetin sup

Portiphar's wife👉👉 joeboy nawa to you

Joseph 👉👉mama I no comprison

Portiphar's wife 👉👉 joeboy u go cap me say you no dy like wetin you dy see? Joeboy kpekus comboard

Joseph 👉👉👉 Tarrrr you no go disembark from that vertical cappings.
Wait I no dy comprison, you dy forget yourself? You dy forget say you na na my point 1 vi****or. Why you go feel say I go Shaolin my capon meat. Area mama do well make your future for fine

20/09/2025

This is my second wall
Here I teach about marriage and relationship. Ahswear you have a lot to learn here

20/09/2025

What if priest kpai for this episode 3?

20/09/2025

Entity episode 8 is loading
The end is approaching

20/09/2025

Normally I love lady soccer
Abeg calm down not d love you think 🙄🙄🤪

19/09/2025

Are you guys ready for this