Emeka Amakeze

Never allow anybody to walk through your mind with their dirty feet.

There is no point explaining your feelings to someone who thinks that the problem is your reaction and not their action. Ka m bịakwanụ.

Wisdom begins when you stop asking, "What did I gain?" and start asking, "What did this cost me?" Sometimes what looked like a benefit was the biggest loss of all. Ask those who supported Tinubu. Ka m bịakwanụ.

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Imagine the pain of father losing his 15 year old son barely a year after joining him in the US from Ghana. Javits Frimpong, was fatally shot while walking to school shortly before 9:30 a.m. on Thursday, October 29, near East 171st Street in the Claremont section of the Bronx. He was shot in the abdomen and rushed to St. Barnabas Hospital, where he later died from his injuries. His father, Thomas Frimpong, said his son had previously complained about being bullied at school. He revealed that the school principal had contacted him days before the shooting to inform him that two students had been suspended for allegedly bullying his son. Authorities are searching for three suspects, described in reports as teenagers who fled the scene wearing dark clothing and blue surgical masks. No arrests had been reported at the time of publication.

In 2020, Nneoma Nnadi, a 10 year old girl was rescued from a home where she had suffered unimaginable cruelty. Nails had been driven into her head. A hot pressing iron had been used on her body. Pepper had been applied to her private parts. And who were responsible? Her own aunt and the aunt's husband. Both were eventually convicted and sentenced to imprisonment. A poor mother entrusted her daughter to relatives, hoping the child would have a better life. Instead, the little girl found herself in a house of torture. How do you look at your own children with love and look at another woman's child with such cruelty? How does a child's poverty become permission for an adult's wickedness? And perhaps the most frightening thing about child domestic abuse in Nigeria is not just what happens behind closed doors. It is how many people know what is happening and remain silent until the child is almost dead. In Nigeria, everybody is talking about women's rights. Some are talking about human rights. A few are fighting for men's rights. But who is fighting for the little girl sleeping on the kitchen floor, waking up at 4 a.m. to cook, clean, wash clothes and take care of children who are sometimes older than her? Who speaks for the 11 year old girl whose madam pours hot water on her because she broke a plate? Or the little boy who is beaten, starved and denied education because his poor parents sent him to live with a supposedly wealthy relative? And here is the question that should make us deeply uncomfortable. Why do so many reported cases of horrific abuse against child domestic workers involve women who are themselves mothers? How does a woman who fiercely protects her own children become so merciless towards another woman's child? How do you kiss your daughter goodnight, then send another woman's daughter to sleep hungry on the floor? How do you campaign against oppression, demand respect for women, condemn domestic violence, and then return home to become the very monster you condemn? At what point does motherhood stop recognising another mother's child as a human being? Ka m bịakwanụ

They say, "No good deed goes unpunished."

She could not understand how the fish disappeared.

Not everything that makes you feel like you're winning is actually moving you forward. Some victories are just expensive distractions. Ka m bịakwanụ.

Some people are married to their enemies.

If you rig election in 2027, we will rig you. Simple! Ka m bịakwanụ.

She suspected her boyfriend was cheating on her and paid a private investigator $2,000 to follow him for a week and find out who he had been seeing. For the first few davs, the investigator found nothing unusual until he sent her photos of the boyfriend leaving a hotel with another woman. At first, she didn't recognize who she was looking at. She zoomed in and the woman in the photos was her own mother. She had spent $2,000 hoping to find out whether her boyfriend was cheating and ended up discovering he was cheating with the womar who raised her. Ka m bịakwanụ.

If your husband or wife must continually prove their love through expensive gifts, you may be measuring their purchasing power rather than their affection. Ka m bịakwanụ.

Strength of a woman

Nigeria cannot afford a 2027 election built on a questionable voter register. @inecnigeria INEC has acknowledged suspicious photographs, including AI generated images, in its preliminary voter register. This is not a minor administrative issue. The voters' register is the foundation of an election. If that foundation contains fabricated identities, the credibility of everything built upon it becomes questionable. INEC says it is investigating. Good. But Nigerians deserve more than assurances. Who created these records? How did they enter the system? How many are affected? Can they be used to vote? And who will be held accountable if deliberate manipulation is established? Before the final register is certified on December 15, INEC should publish the results of a credible, independent verification exercise. We cannot wait until election results are announced before asking questions about the integrity of the register used to conduct the election. Election integrity must be established BEFORE voting, not debated only AFTER the results. Nigeria deserves answers, evidence and accountability. Ka m bịakwanụ

Sometimes, a man comes to his woman not because he wants sex, not because he wants to talk, and certainly not because he has the energy to answer questions. He comes because the world has exhausted him, and in her arms, he hopes to find the peace he cannot find anywhere else. He lays his head on her chest, wraps his arms around her, and for a brief moment, allows himself to stop being the strong man everybody expects him to be. He wants to exhale. He wants to feel safe. He wants to be held without having to explain why he needs holding. But just when his nervous system begins to settle, she asks, "Baby, if I die, will you marry another woman?" For goodness sake, he man came to recharge his battery, not to sit for an oral examination on his future marital intentions! And before he can recover from that question, another one arrives: "If you had the opportunity to sleep with your celebrity crush, would you?" Madam, please! This man is not even thinking about another woman. He is thinking about how to survive another Monday! Sometimes, the greatest gift you can give your man is the ability to exist beside you without being required to perform. Not every silence needs a question. Not every embrace needs a conversation. Not every vulnerable moment needs to become an investigation into how much someone loves you. A man who spends his days solving problems, managing responsibilities, fighting battles, and pretending to be fine may come home with nothing left to give. Sometimes, he doesn't need advice, motivation, or another problem to solve. He needs a place where he can put down the weight of being a man and simply be human. And if he cannot find that peace in the arms of the woman he loves, where exactly is he supposed to find it? Of course, women have emotional needs too. They deserve reassurance, affection, and the freedom to ask difficult questions. But there is a time for serious conversations and a time to recognize that your man is emotionally exhausted. Love is not just knowing how to get reassurance from him. It is also knowing when he needs relief from the world, including you. Sometimes, hold him. Stroke his head. Kiss his forehead. Let him close his eyes. Allow the silence to do what your questions cannot. You may be surprised how deeply a man can love the woman who makes him feel that, for a little while, he doesn't have to carry the entire world on his shoulders. Sometimes, he doesn't need you to prove that you love him. He just needs to feel it. And for heaven's sake, if your man comes to you looking for peace, don't turn the bedroom into a press conference or interrogation rolm room Ka m bịakwanụ.

My colleague discovered his wife had been secretly taking birth control pills since they had their first child 8 years ago. “Why? I’ve been giving you money for treatment, praying with you and hoping we’d have another baby.” “Babe, I’m scared of another pregnancy. One child is enough for me,” she replied. He got angry. “We agreed to have 3 kids before marriage.” “If you want another baby, go and have it. Just free me!” she shouted. He started dating a younger woman in their compound and got her pregnant. His wife found out and asked him to choose between her and the girl. He chose the girl. Now, his wife is begging family members to convince him to reconsider. Ka m bịakwanụ.