THINKING MARRIAGE? This might Help!

Until God has worked on a guy to bring out the king in him, don't expect him to treat you as his queen. The relationship a man has with Jesus will determine the way he will treat his own woman. God is love. It is only men that have close relationship with God that can understand what it means to love and understand a woman. Until a guy understands the intensity of the love of Jesus for the church; he cannot truly love the woman in his life. When God works on a man to bring out the king in him; he becomes self controlled and matured in understanding a woman's feeling. He is tough and gentle. He is a father not a big boy. He is caring; he brings out the best in you; not the beast in you. He becomes patient and calm. He's able to control his temperament. He is a good example to others.

Until you become a woman of grace; you can never occupy the mind of a God fearing man. There is something that Jacob saw in Rachel that made him love her. Genesis 29:15-28 Jacob decided to serve for 7years just because he wanted Rachel to be his wife. The bible says ...."those 7years was like few days to him because of the love he had for her." Jacob had to serve for another 7years (making 14years) just to get a woman to be his wife. If you want a man to do anything to have you as his wife; there must be something in you that makes you different from all the sexy ladies. There was something about Rachel that distinguished her from Leah.

Are You a Rachael or a KimKardashian?

hmmmmm! Getting interesting...

MEN ALSO CRY PART II

I stepped into the house and my phone went off.
It was the hospital closest to our home, calling to say that my wife was ready for discharge.
“She had a miscarriage last night,” the nurse said over the phone, leaving me bewildered. “But she’s fine now.”

But I was about to become more stunned, for as soon as I brought Chichi home from the hospital, she confessed to me that she had forced the miscarriage. It was her own way of punishing me for our fight.

They say men shouldn’t cry, but daily, I wept in my soul as I came to realize that I was married to an unpredictable, vicious woman. I was scared for my life but afraid to leave my marriage for fear of what she would do. Outwardly, I put on a happy face whenever Chichi and I attended social gatherings, which was becoming very far and in between, as my regrets over marrying her strengthened with every passing second. Privately, I became withdrawn, preferring to work into the late hours than go home to my wife.

My Costa-Rican boss noticed my worsening melancholy and asked me what was going on. I made excuses, saying my depression was a result of overworking. She took my reply to heart and mandated a two weeks leave with pay. Perhaps she thought she was being generous but I didn’t see her generosity as an act of kindness since it meant that I’d be cooped up with Chichi for the next fourteen days. Although Chichi was a hard working Banker and was rarely home during the day, it was the thought of being in the house when she came back from work that had me reluctant to take the two weeks leave.

So I did what any other man who didn’t want to spend time with his wife would do. I made reservations for a hotel room in Downtown Houston in Texas and informed Chichi that I was going for a work-related conference that would last two weeks. From her cheerful smile as I lied through my teeth, I thought she bought my explanation. What I didn’t know was that the bomb in her head was ticking again, waiting to explode.
In Houston, I wasn’t interested in taking in the sights, as I just wanted to reflect on a lot of things, particularly my marriage to Chichi. I deliberately turned off my phone. During those three days, I prayed a lot. I was in a dark, confused place and I wanted out of my marriage. I just didn’t know how I was going to get out of it. I finally began to understand what Solomon in the Bible had meant when he said, “A beautiful woman with no discretion is like placing a gold ring in a pig’s snout.”

On my third day in the hotel, knocks pounded suddenly on my door, and my gut immediately warned me it was Chichi. I could practically feel my heart jump into my throat. My reaction would have been laughable had I not been part of the drama that was about to unfold in my hotel room. Here I was, a grown arse man, scared to death of my wife.

I opened the door and she breezed in. Her tone, when she returned my greeting was deadly sweet, and the cold way she stared at me had me thinking that the bomb in her head was just about to detonate. Remembering that she could become extremely angry at the slightest confrontation, I attempted to be gentle with her. But she had come to do battle and no amount of diplomacy on my part would allay the blast.

Is this kid lucky or what! (Amazing stuff)

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL!

Who says girls shouldn't be Bosses, who says they can't lead, why shouldn't they buy their own designer watches, U think cars and a Big House is something they don't need?... Babes Y'all should quit living just to get to d point of Marriage, Ur own life U cn manage, be big and make Urself wanted yeah:like Tiwa savage, a lot of y'all are gullible, and that's terrible, be high class, drive fine cars, Man go come, have fun, be with a guy dt sees You as His sun, don't be managed,be almost worshipped, don't be ravaged, live wif a Man wif whom You'll enjoy old age...

#beAstrongBlackWoman!

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MEN ALSO CRY Episode I.

Perhaps I am a jerk for divorcing Chichi for reasons other than infidelity, but the truth is, I’d had enough in the sham that I called my marriage.

My friends said not to settle; that my decision to marry her would eventually bite me in the butt, but I’d been in such haste to have Chichi to myself that I shunned their advice. I somehow convinced myself that I could adapt to her temperament. I even arrogantly believed that I could change her. You see, there are not that many beautiful Nigerian girls in Atlanta willing to date guys like me – guys who are shy, short and rotund. Since I wasn’t a big catch in terms of physical features, to have Chichi consenting to date me, talk less of marrying me, had been a huge deal.

She was everything a man like me could ever dream of: Petite, light-skinned with long hair – not the one that carried extensions or weaves. Hers was real, the kind of hair a man wasn’t afraid to touch for fear that it came from the head of some poor Asian who had sold her thick locks of hair for the next meal. She had a sharp mind too, never lacking for topics to converse on, so it wasn’t surprising that she was well up on her way to becoming a big player at the bank where she worked. I’m no poet, but honestly, her smile was like the bright rays of the sun. And when she frowned, I sighed with fascination.

There was just something very cute about her every facial expression. She often made me wish that I was a painter so I could capture every look on her stunning face. People who saw us together frequently wondered how a beauty like her could be with a guy like me. I considered myself the luckiest of men, until her flaw came out like the murky waters under a clear sea. Hers was a vice that took the form of uncontrolled rage, lashing out at anyone and anything.

The first time I saw her throw a tantrum, it had happened in a cozy restaurant. The waiter, a white racist who couldn’t stomach the idea of two blacks eating out in a classy restaurant, had attempted to make our dinner a frustrating exercise. He was rude, but I don’t think he deserved the plate strike on his face, almost ending up with a blind eye. Chichi and I found ourselves escorted out of the restaurant by Security, as she wouldn’t stop screaming obscenities at the waiter and the restaurant’s management.

The second time I saw her lash out was some few weeks to our wedding when she had slashed my tires. We’d had an argument over the number of people we were inviting to the wedding. It was during that time that I began to encourage her to take anger management classes, but she rebuffed my advice.

Third time, she threw a fit because the wine cups we ordered for the wedding arrived late. Chichi visited the factory that made the cups and hit the manager with her heeled shoe when he couldn’t provide an answer to why the cups hadn’t arrived. She spent that night in Jail for harassment, and we had to cough out thousands to bail her out. Fortunately, the matter was settled out of court as the manager dropped the charges; unfortunately, my parents were in town when this last squabble happened and they verbalized doubts about Chichi.

For a while, marriage to Chichi was bliss until she became pregnant and suddenly,             

STAY TUNED...

NIGERIA DECIDES! What do You think?

so about the Election, actually I just want it to be GOD's selection, Buhari Or Jonathan let GOD choose the right one to hold d Nation's Lantern, everyone is busy campaigning, some r seriously Complaining, only a minority put GOD in d picture, whom without, we have no future, Nigeria should pray, it's not by what we do or say. please say a prayer for dis nation everyday...

but what do YOU think?

Hillarious! (Basket Mouth)

Wetin You go do if U de this church?

 

Igbotic-British Babe's advice to Ladies.

Although She tried with the accent, but You will not miss the IgboTHICK accent if You have the ears. but besides I think she made a lot of sense.

Hardwork Pays.... Ask Olamide (a.k.a Baddoo)

 

If You feel bad about where You are now, cos things seem to be static, I hope this Photo inspires You, it could be just the next step that'd take You to where You wanna be,

 

STAND TALL!

LOVE!

LIFE!

Just cos You look happy & healthy, people conclude that Your whole life's been all hearty and wealthy, but it's not like that O, everyone has a story O.

 For Me I don't really worry, & I am rarely in a hurry, most times even in problems I glow, and the only times I hurry, honestly I hurry slow.

 A lot of people rub their past sufferings on people's faces, but that's just one of life's many faces, most people go through as much or even worse shit, but still they help other people to their feet.

 Everybody know how im don suffer, there was a time it seemed life had nothing to offer, but if GOD has changed that why not just help where You can, rather than tell the story of Your life and be a wicked man.


Life is simple My people, You can make a million from today's nickel, so just chill, climb that hill, but when You reach the top, don't hesitate to pull others Up.



Just show care, and ofcos please share.



I LOVE GOD