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My Father Is Dragging My Mom's Property With Me
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As much as I hate bringing this here, I need advice on ways to go about this..is it right for a father to drag his wife wealth with his son, knowing fully well, the son is now a grown man.
My mom left us with lot of properties she acquired as inheritance from her father and mother side, been the only surviving child, while she was still around some relatives wanted to grab some of it...claiming she's a woman...but seeing she had a grown up son which was me they had to maintain and stay on their lane... besides my mom was never the sluggish type.
Now, my dad is trying to drag this property with me, saying he wants to sell some of the land without even informing me... he his claiming some of house rents and lavishing it on frivolities anyhow.
Yes he's my father, he trained me up to this stage that I am, but by right I thought Those properties are mine already.since it's inheritance that's supposed to be passed down to her offsprings.....if am wrong please someone should tell me.
My Wife Gave Me The Shock Of My Life. Help!
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Recently, the increase in armed robberies and banditry has become a disturbing trend in Nigeria. It is even more horrendous when the men of the underworld not only steal when they attack but will also rape any unfortunate female caught in the invasion.
My wife and I were watching a real life crime documentary one evening and in the documentary, a lady was shot and killed after resisting rape advances from 6 men who invaded her residence.
Fortunately, the criminals were later caught using forensic evidence and paraded by law enforcement. These men were tough looking strongly built men who no doubts would have torn the lady apart if they had succeeded in raping her.
However, the shocker was when my wife of 4 years said, and I quote “she just died for nothing and has caused her family a lot of grief...if it were me, I would just let them have their way and live to see another day”.
Although this sounded very right, it also sounded very wrong at the same time and has since been messing with my head as I cannot get the picture out of my mind. We could both see that they were 6 hefty men and yet she felt she should have................
Ladies, am I over reacting and men, what do you think? How can something feel so right and so wrong simultaneously?
Woman Took Her Drunk Husband To A Mortuary To Teach Him A Lesson
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Married Woman Takes Drunk Husband To The Mortuary To Stop Him From Drinking
A man has vowed never to drink again after his wife took him to a mortuary while he was drunk and had him sleep with the corpses.
According to @dunswortgabriel who shared the story on Twitter, his neighbor was a big drunk and after so many embarrassing experiences with him, his wife decided to teach him a lesson by taking him to the mortuary while he was unconscious.
He tweeted, “When a woman wants to teach you a lesson, even Satan sits down to take notes. My neighbour was a big drunk. Most times his wife would pick him up in bars and terraces. Her family and friends wanted her to leave him but she was hopeful that she would find a solution. She told me in confidence that at one point she was so tired that she said to herself that she must find a solution very quickly.
According to her, last Monday she went to pick him up again, but he was completely drunk as usual. Instead of taking him home, she headed to the Mortuary and negotiated with the mortuary attendants to have him sleep near the corpses, then she came back home Some hours later, the gentleman wakes up and starts screaming and begging the mortuary attendant that he is not dead.
The mortuary attendants just laughed hysterically and said: “All you corpses, you come to practice witchcraft here. Abeg, go lie down with your friends joor…” After several pleas, he was released and came home. My neighbour says that since that day, even Coca-cola or Pepsi sef, her husband doesn’t take anymore.”
My Daughter Fooled Me: Mother Narrates How Her 15yrs Old Daughter Left Her Boarding School To Go Meet A Guy She Was Chat
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Few years ago, my daughter, she’s my niece actually; her mother died a long time ago and I have raised her since she was six years old…so she is my child. She was just 15 when this incident happened.
I sent her to one of these Model Colleges in Lagos state.
She was in boarding school. That school didn’t even allow phones or any of this yanmayanma that private schools allow, they are like the old Unity Schools of our days. That’s why I thought, she would be well disciplined and focus on her studies…
She was in SS1. They resumed that day and whenever they resume, the school insisted they returned in their house wears. This was way before Covid when parents and relatives were allowed to follow the returning students into their hostels and help them settle in.
That day, I went to drop my daughter in school…of course she was in her green check house wear. I went with my son, who helped her carry her box and bucket to the front of her hostel. I was at the bursar’s office, settling the outstanding fees and showing receipts for other payments I had made for books… you know that sort of thing.
My son came back to meet me on the queue at the Bursar’s and said his sister was settled…they call each other brother and sister even though they are cousins. Anyway. By the time I finished because there were lots of parents and guardians too who came to settle financial issues with the bursar, it was late. So I told my son to go tell his sister I would come visit in two weeks’ time. I also couldn’t even see her before leaving because it was about 6.30pm and the bell was ringing for students to go into their hostels for head count. The school always did head count every evening and especially upon resumption.
Many of the students still loitering around the premises ran into the hostels to be counted.
We left that day and I thought I had done my job as a mother.
Three days later, that was on a Wednesday, I was called by my daughter’s house mistress asking for my daughter.
I said, “Huh? What are you talking about?”
She said my daughter hadn’t resumed school and that she was wondering what had happened to her!
I said, “Haba! Are you dreaming? I brought her to school on Sunday, she resumed with the rest of her mates on Sunday!”
House mistress said my daughter hadn’t been seen in school for three days and though her bed was always made, she hadn’t been physically seen!
I almost ran mad as I raced to the school that day.
My mind was in a turmoil, I drove her to school myself, and she was checked into the hostel by the house mistresses’ assistant, where could she be?
We got to school, lo and behold, upon speaking to me and realizing something was off, the house mistress had summoned my daughter’s close friends to her office. She wanted to know who had been laying her bed and fooling her staff. Because you see, a laid bed means the child is around, right? So they had been laying her bed, making the hostel staff believe she was around. Empty beds or unlaid beds meant the child hadn’t returned to school.
She called three of my daughter’s closest friends and asked them where my daughter was.
They didn’t tell her, they kept silent but she delivered well intended backhand slaps and they began to confess like witches…she then took them all to the principal’s office, that was where I met them.
The girls were still crying when I got there. They confessed that my daughter had met one boy on Facebook who invited her to come visit him at one hotel. He had called her the following day to meet him at a certain place outside the school gate.
Unfortunately for us, they didn’t know the name of the hotel. They said when I dropped her in school wearing her house wear, she had gone into the hostel and changed to mufti. I had no idea she packed mufti in her box because you see, I packed the box myself. I did so not because I even suspected she would go to school with contraband, (the school allows provisions but there are certain items they forbid like phone, etc); they checked their boxes upon resumption. So I packed her box because when she packed the box, it was so jumbled up, I had to remove everything to repack neatly and it was in my presence her brother dragged the box into the car…so you see these children can fool you.
Anyway, that’s how we began to look for my daughter.
From hotel to hotel, we begged to search, some proprietors allowed us search, many said they didn’t have anyone that looked like her as guest. We went with her photo. Oh yes, we went first to the police before I began searching with my son and another relative of ours.
For two days, we got nothing. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat because I believed in my heart my child was deceived by some monster she saw on the internet.
But, my child wasn’t the little innocent I thought she was after all!! Ase, she had been chatting with this man and agreed to come and visit him. She had changed to mufti in the evening and gone out of the school gate disguised as a cleaner in the school!
Meanwhile, as far I knew then, she had no phone. I didn’t buy her a phone because I just couldn’t even afford it; I gave her an old one I had used before but she told me it couldn’t do internet and so she dropped it…I had no idea she had another phone!
Do you know how we found her?
On Friday, early in the morning, around 5.30 am, the evil boy she went to meet dumped her naked in front of the school gate!
They had raped her, used her…it was a painful sight. She had red blotches all over her body. They were many boys who raped her over and over again…for five days. She was barely alive when they dumped her at their school gate. Maybe they had heard police was looking for her, I don’t know.
The gate man said he heard a sound, like some crying feebly at the gate, he opened the gate and saw a naked girl…that was my own child. The child I sent to school telling myself she was safe in school! I would swear my daughter was well behaved. Quiet, didn’t even go out when on holidays. Many times I forced her to go do some deliveries for me; she preferred being indoors, watching Tv.
When they identified her as their student, she was able to say her name before she fainted again. They called me, I went to the school and took her straight to a nearby hospital.
They admitted her and began to treat her.
A few days later, when she had regained her strength, she told me what happened.
She was begging me and crying saying she had learned her lessons and would never deceive me again. I couldn’t even scold her because seeing her condition, I saw she had suffered enough. Her punishment was all over her body. She suffered several lacerations on her vagina, one broken rib, she said they were beating her as they raped her; her face was badly swollen and red with blood, her hands and feet had been tied during the acts… and I knew a great lesson had been learned.
What else was there to say to her?
She spent three weeks in the hospital after which the school suspended her for that term… Oho! I don’t blame the school. The story had gone out that she was setting a bad example.
She herself saw hell that period. Walking and urinating was hell for some time; thankfully she didn’t get pregnant because that would have meant she would’ve had to stop school entirely.
But I thank God today. I made her go back to finish school. She was ashamed and didn’t want to go back, I said, “what did you say?”
She repeated but is just one year behind her mates and she is determined to do better. Sometimes, experience truly is the best teacher, now my daughter mentors younger girls and advises them against online predators and not telling their parents where they were going…
Today, I’m proud of my daughter, we both “bleeped up", but like that musician, Black Sherif said, “Of course, I bleeped up…Who never bleeped up, hands in the air, no hands?” # DEAR PARENTS, PLEASE LET'S LEARN TOGETHER. OUR CHILDREN SHALL MAKE US PROUD & NOT BRING SHAME TO US IN JESUS NAME . AMEN.
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Go SCHOOL, U REFUSE AND U SAID THAT MANEGER IS BETTER 😂😂
The Two Brothers
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Two brothers set out on a journey together. At noon they lay down in a forest to rest. When they woke up, they saw a stone lying next to them. There was something written on the stone, and they tried to make out what it was."Whoever finds this stone", they said " let him go straight into the forest at sunrise. In the forest a river will appear; let him swim across the river to the other side. There, he will find a she-Bear and her cubs. Let him take the cubs from her and run up the mountain with them without once looking back. On the top of the mountain you will see a house, and in that house you will find happiness. "When they had read what was written on the stone, the young brother said: "Let us go together. We can swim across the river, carry off the bear cubs, take them to the house on the mountain, and together find happiness. " I'm not going to the forest after bear cubs," said the elder brother, " and I advised you not to go. In the first place, no one can know whether what is written on this stone is the truth- perhaps it was written in jest. It's even possible that we have not read it correctly. In the second place, even what is written here is the truth- suppose we go into the forest and night comes, and we can't find the river. We shall be lost and if we do find the river, how are we going to swim across it? It maybe broad and swift. In the third place, even if we swim across the river, do you think it's an easy thing to take her cubs away from the she- bear? She will seize us, and, instead of finding happiness, we shall perish, and all for nothing. In fourth place, even if we succeed in carrying off the bear cubs, we could not run up a mountain without stopping to rest. And, most important of all, the stone doesn't tell us what kind of happiness we should find in that house. It maybe that the happiness awaiting us there is not at all sort of happiness we would want "In my opinion," said the younger brother, " you're wrong. What is written on the stone could not have been put there without reason. And it's all perfectly clear. In the first place, no harm will come to us if we try. In the second place, if we do not go, someone else will read the inscription on the stone and find happiness, and will shall have lost it all. In the third place, if we you do not make an effort and try hard, nothing in the world will succeed. In the fourth place, i should not want it thought that I was afraid of anything."The elder brother answered him by saying the proverb says: ' in seeking great happiness small pleasure maybe lost'. And also: " a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. " The younger brother replied, "i have heard: "He who is afraid of the leaves must go into the forest. " And also:' beneath a stone no water flows.'The younger brother set off, and the elder remained behind. No sooner had the younger brother gone into the forest, than he found the river, swam across it, and there on the other side was the she-Bear, fast asleep. He took her cubs, and ran up the mountain without looking back. When he reached the top of the mountain, the people came out to meet meet him with a carriage to take him into the city, where they made him their king.He ruled for five years. In the sixth year, another King, who was stronger than he, waged war against him. The city was conquered, and he was driven out.Again the younger brother a wanderer, and he arrived one day at the house of the elder brother. The elder brother was living in a village and had grown neither rich nor poor. The two brothers rejoiced at seeing each other, and had at once began telling of all that had happened to them."You see, " said the elder brother, " I was right. Here i have lived quietly and well, why you, though you may have been a king, I've seen a great deal of trouble.""I Don not regret having gone into the forest and off the mountain, " replied the younger brother." I may have nothing now, but I shall alway have something to remember, why you have no memories at all."