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I was a surrogate to a couple, they paid me well for it. But when I was 7 months pregnant, I heard they separated. I couldn't reach them again. The number they gave me isn't connecting anymore and I don't have their house address. I went through the pregnancy journey and birth all by myself. After the baby was born and still no word from them, I decided to give the baby up for adoption to this lovely couple who really wanted a child, and understood everything that happened. I did it because I wanted to go back to school. One year later, they showed up saying they want their child. That they planned for me to take care of the child for the first one year. They didn't tell me that, and they didn't pay me for anything extra. Now they are threatening to sue me if I don't provide their child.
Please what should I do?
04/05/2026
I went to a party a few days ago. It was a wedding I was really excited about because I love the idea of love and being loved back.
Before I went, I had this feeling that I might meet someone special. I did not know who, but I just had that feeling.
At the church, I sat at the back and looked around. I was hoping to see someone I might like, maybe a guy. I adjusted my gele and kept smiling.
“Smile more, good men might talk to you,” my aunt once told me.
But honestly, I did not see anyone interesting. After the ceremony, I took some pictures with the bride and groom, then went to the reception.
As I was about to enter, a small baby looked at me and smiled. She looked so happy. I waved at her and blew her kisses, and she started laughing.
Her mum saw me and said, “Aww, my baby likes you. You will give birth very soon oh.” We both laughed.
When I got inside, I sat with some ladies at our table. They brought drinks and food. While I was drinking my juice, I saw a fine young man sitting alone across the aisle. His table was empty, and he had no food.
I felt a little bad for him 😩.
So when the servers came, I called one of them and asked her to give him a plate of food. I also added a drink from our table.
When she told him, he looked at me and smiled. That smile… I felt it in my heart.
Later, when they brought small chops, I took some for myself and also told them to give him some. When he got it, he looked at me again, smiled, and softly said, “Thank you,” while putting puff-puff in his mouth.
We were acting like shy teenagers.
Then I heard him quietly say “Amala” as a server passed. I guessed that was what he wanted to eat. When I signaled it for him and he gave me a thumbs-up, I just giggled.
In my mind I said, “See these almost 30-year-old people behaving like kids. Just come to my table already.”
He waved at me, but he still did not come over.
I sat there for a while, hoping he would talk to me. But he stayed where he was.
Then one Aso-Ebi lady came to me and said, “Hi, I heard you take good pictures. Can you help me?”
In my mind, I was like, “Can you not see I am waiting for my future husband?” But I followed her anyway.
While I was taking her pictures, I heard a deep voice say, “Why not both of you stand together for a picture?”
I turned around… it was him.
I told him I was just helping her, but he smiled and said, “Have you not taken enough pictures today?”
Before I could answer, he said he wanted to take pictures of me too. He asked for my phone.
I gave it to him, and he took so many nice pictures and even videos.
“That is my way of saying thank you for the food,” he said.
“You are welcome. Thank you too,” I replied.
Then he asked, “But why did you do it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you get me food?”
I wanted to tell him that I noticed him earlier and did not want him to sit there hungry but I felt shy.
So I just said, “It is nothing. It is party jollof. Nobody should miss it.”
Just then, a woman came to us holding a small cooler and called his name.
“I have been looking for you. Have you eaten?” she asked him in Yoruba.
He smiled and said, “I am here talking to your future daughter-in-law. I just hope she gives me her number.”
I was shy 🙈.
“Is that true?” the woman asked, smiling.
“She even helped me get food,” he added.
The woman held my hand and said, “You must be a very nice person.”
I smiled and greeted her properly.
Then he said, “Ah, I have found a wife.”
I laughed and said, “Who said I want to marry you?”
His mum quickly replied, “We want to marry you oh,” and we all laughed.
She hugged me and whispered, “You are very beautiful. I like you already. Please give my son a chance.”
My heart felt warm 😩❤️.
She looked into my eyes again and softly said, “Please.”
At that moment, everything just felt right.
Someone called her, and she said she would join them soon. Before she left, she said we should take a picture together “so we can remember how it started.”
And just like that… that was how I met the love of my life… and the best mother-in-law ever 😛.
03/05/2026
Stop raising children in one room.
You think they’re asleep? Abi? Kí ló dé? 😏
When I was younger, I stayed with my aunty for a while. Whenever she wasn’t around, she’d leave me with her neighbor — a very kind woman who treated me like one of her own children.
Honestly, I used to wish I lived with her instead… but she’s late now. Marriage wahala took her life.
She had four daughters, so I always followed them around, especially the second one — that one? Fire 🔥. Talkative, lively… my exact match.
They all lived in one room — her, her husband, and their four kids. She was a full housewife.
Now me, I was a serious sleeper. The kind of child that fights in her sleep 😭 If you lay me on a mat, you might wake up and find me under the bed or kicking everybody away.
So she used to put me in between her kids so they could “hold” me from rolling away… but omo, I still dey disappear 😂
One night, as I was rolling like usual, I hit my head on a chair. The pain woke me up. But something else made my heart jump.
I was under the chair… confused how I got there… then I heard sounds:
“Kpa kpa kpa…”
And a faint crying voice from the woman.
I froze.
I thought, “Ah! This man is beating his wife!”
Everywhere was dark — not even the usual dim torchlight.
I stayed quiet under that chair.
After a while, the sound stopped. Then a torchlight came on. I quickly closed my eyes.
Small small, I opened them again…
What I saw that night? Omo 😳
The man was standing there… completely naked… his manhood just dangling.
In my small mind, I thought, “Ahh! This man is sick o!”
I turned my face immediately. I didn’t understand anything… and I didn’t even know who to tell.
The next morning, I greeted them, but I was looking at the man somehow. In my head, he was a sick man that beats his wife at night.
Later that day, I told the second daughter:
“Hmm… mo rí nkan kan lana o 👀”
She said, “Kí lo rí?”
I said, “Nothing o…”
She said, “Ma ṣe purọ! You saw where my mummy and daddy dey ‘do’ abi?”
I asked her, “Kí ni ‘do’?”
She tried to explain, but I still didn’t get it. Then she said that’s why she always insists on a particular spot — because from there, she can see everything clearly.
Everything.
She even said she watched them the previous night too.
I was shocked.
She told me, “That thing you saw? Na him be… you know…” and explained how her mum usually makes those sounds.
Before she could finish, her older sister came in and she kept quiet.
That was when it hit me — these children had already been exposed.
Me, I was still very naive. I had just come from the village, barely speaking English. But them? Their eyes had seen too much.
We even agreed to try and watch again another night… but thank God for my deep sleep 😭 I always knocked out.
She, on the other hand, made it her routine.
Now imagine if I had stayed awake like her… what if we tried to practice what we were seeing?
That’s how exposure starts.
Eventually, my aunty came back, and I returned to our own room-and-parlor apartment.
She also didn’t allow me mix too much with compound children — she believed they were “bad influence.” If she catches me? Beating straight 😭
But looking back now, I wish instead of just beating, she had educated me.
Because children are curious. If you don’t explain, they will learn elsewhere.
Years passed, and I forgot about it.
Until last night.
Around 10:30pm, I heard a man beating his pregnant wife in their one-room apartment — right in front of their children.
The woman was crying, shouting “Mummy!”
Immediately, that childhood memory came rushing back.
And I froze.
Because I know… those children are seeing too much.
One-room living is not just about lack of space.
It exposes children to things they are not mentally ready for: – Sexual activities
– Violence
– Trauma
Some children today are damaged because of what they saw growing up.
Not every child is asleep at night.
Some are watching.
Some are listening.
Some are learning… the wrong things.
If you cannot afford a decent space as a man, please… think twice before bringing children into it.
And as a woman, be careful who you build with.
Because children don’t just grow — they absorb.
And what they absorb can shape their entire life.
Let’s do better.
Protect their innocence 💔
Yahya Balikis
30/04/2026
I was supposed to be standing under the new decking, checking measurements with my team. Normally, I don’t leave until the job is done. But suddenly, I felt the urge to go to my car and bring out the bottled water I bought.
I didn’t even stay up to two minutes at the car. As I was opening the boot, I heard a loud sound — GBOA!
I quickly turned back and saw that the entire decking we just finished had collapsed. The iron rods and wet cement fell exactly where I was standing just seconds before. Dust was everywhere, and people started running and shouting.
My team ran to me, some of them in tears, thinking I was trapped under the rubble.
When they saw me standing by my car holding water, they all dropped to their knees. Me too… I couldn’t hold myself. I broke down and cried.
If I didn’t step away at that moment, they would have been searching for my body under that concrete by now. My wife would have become a widow just like that.
Right now, I’m still wearing my dusty boots as I write this. I may not have everything, but I have my life. God truly showed me mercy today.
He sent me on a small errand just to save me. 😭🙏
I couldn’t keep this to myself. Truly, God is alive! 🙌😭
30/04/2026
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At 34, life humbled me badly. No job, no money, and I was staying in my younger sister’s BQ.
One morning, I woke up and realized my door was locked from outside. At first, I thought it was a mistake. I knocked, called, and texted my sis but no answer.
After some time, my sister came and spoke through the door. She said “Brother please my in-laws were around and she didn’t want them to question who I was or why I was still struggling and not married”.
That moment broke something inside me 💔😭.
I sat on the floor in that hot room, hungry, tired, and ashamed. I didn’t even have the strength to be angry. I just prayed quietly, “God, I am tired.”
Let me tell you how I got here 😩💔💔.
I once worked in a bank. I had a car. I lived in an estate. I wasn't a billionaire, but I had dignity.
Until I trusted the wrong friend.
He convinced me to take a loan of ₦4 million for a "sure" oil and gas business. I signed the papers. He disappeared with the money.
The bank suspen’ded me, they f!red me and black|isted me.
Just like that, my phone stopped ringing. People who used to call me "Boss" suddenly couldn't remember my birthday.
When my rent expired, I begged everyone. My best friend told me, “You for marry na. At least your wife go fit support you.”
I laughed like it was funny. But when I dropped the call, I cried until my eyes turned red.
That’s how I moved into my sister’s BQ.
At first, they were nice. Then they stopped being nice, they started locking the fridge. They stopped greeting me in the morning, they told their children not to sit on my lap because my clothes were "dusty."
They said I was “too spiritual” because I prayed aloud at night. I apologized and started whispering my prayers.
But they still treated me like a ghøst.
By 4:00 PM, my tummy was making sounds like a beaten drum. I hadn't eaten since yesterday.
I stood by the window, watching freedom through the rusty burglar bars.
And I did something I hadn’t done in months. I prayed.
But not the kind of prayer you say when you want a miracle. This was the kind of prayer you say when you are finished, empty, and ready to d!e.
I said, “God, I don’t even know if You still see me. But if You do… I am tired.”
No shouting. No "falling under the anointing." Just hot tears on a cold floor.
I eventually slept off on that mat.
Later that evening around 6:30 PM, I got a call from a woman I didn’t even recognize at first.
She reminded me that years ago, when she had nothing, I helped her with my own money. Today, she is doing well, and she had been searching for me.
She asked for my account details and sent me ₦10,000,000.
In one day, everything changed 😭😭.
From being locked inside a small room to stepping into a new life. That day taught me something I will never forget: People may forget you, but God never does. And the good you do will find its way back to you.
Have you ever been disappointed by people you trusted?
30/04/2026
My baby is just 4 months old and I’m already pr£gnant again. This is the fourth time it’s happening this way, Each time my baby turns either 3 months or 4 months, I get pr£gnant again. I’m only 24 years old with 4 children and pr£gnant with my fifth one. My body isn’t strong yet and I’m exhausted. I told my husband clearly that after this I’m going for family pl@nning. But he said it’s f0rb!dden by his tradition. But I keep asking myself, if this continues, how many children will I have? And who takes care of me? Please, how do I explain this to him to understand me? Because I’m going through a lot already.
My wife has been going out every Friday for one year.
She told me she was visiting her mother.
Last Friday, I decided to follow her.
She did not go to her mother’s house.
She went to a cemėtery.
She sat in front of a grave for three hours… and she was talking.
I moved closer and checked the name on the grave.
The name written there was my own 💔😔.
This is the story of a man named Chinedu.
Chinedu was 37 years old. He lived with his wife Adanna in a small two bedroom flat in Awka. He sold building materials. His wife was a fashion designer who worked from home.
They had been married for six years.
No serious fights. No big problems. Just a calm and normal life.
One day, Adanna told him she wanted to start visiting her mother every Friday.
She said her mother was getting old and she did not want to have regrets.
Chinedu agreed. He even encouraged her.
Every Friday morning, she would dress well, carry food, and leave the house by nine. She always came back by four. Quiet and gentle.
Chinedu trusted her. He never asked questions.
For one whole year, he never questioned anything.
Until one day, everything changed 😩.
It was a Wednesday afternoon.
Chinedu was at his shop when his phone rang.
It was his wife’s mother.
He greeted her with respect, but her voice sounded worried.
She said something that shook him.
She said she had not seen Adanna for a very long time.
She said Adanna had not visited her in over one year.
Chinedu was confused.
He told her that Adanna comes to see her every Friday.
There was silence 🤐.
Then the old woman spoke again.
She said the last time she saw her daughter was during Christmas, more than one year ago.
At that moment, everything in Chinedu’s hand fell to the ground.
That night, he did not say anything to his wife.
He watched her closely.
She was normal. She cooked. She talked. She laughed.
Nothing looked strange.
But something was very wrong.
So he made a plan.
That Friday, he pretended to go to work.
But he waited nearby.
At exactly 9, Adanna came out, dressed nicely, holding her food flask.
She entered a tricycle and left.
Chinedu followed her quietly.
They passed many places in town. Then she entered a quiet road.
Finally, the tricycle stopped.
Chinedu looked up and his hēart dropped.
It was a cemetery.
He watched his wife walk inside alone.
After some minutes, he followed her.
The place was quiet.
He walked slowly until he saw her.
She was sitting in front of a gravē.
Her food flask was open beside her.
She was not cryin’g.
She was not praying.
She was talking. Calmly.
Like she was talking to someone sitting in front of her.
Like this was something she had done many times.
Because she had every Friday for one year.
Chinedu moved closer.
His hēart was beatin’g fast.
Then he looked at the name written on the gravė.
And everything inside him went cold.
The name on the gravē was his own name.
If you were Chinedu, what would you do next?
29/04/2026
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