Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Story. Show all posts
Monday, May 30, 2016

Inspiring Story Of A 10 Year Old Girl




Some days back, Josephine Yartel from Ghana took to Facebook to share this touching story of her encounter with a young begger name Leila.  Read after the cut...
Sunday, May 29, 2016

READ THIS ANNIVERSARY STORY AND TELL US WHO WON

Surprise!
It was a very sunny Saturday morning, and our wedding anniversary. I looked at my wife as she got ready to leave the house for work. She is a doctor and had been on call today. It seemed like yesterday she walked down the aisle to me. Wow! We are twenty-three years in marriage today.
Saturday, May 21, 2016

Courageous Cancer Patient Breastfeeding Her baby with one Breast

Mom Battling Cancer Breastfeeds Her Newborn Baby In Emotional Photos...




Strength and courage. She is suffering,  had one breast removed and still finds the strength to breastfeed her son even though she is told ahe can only breastfeed him for the first few days.  She was induced at 36 weeks so she can have the baby before
undergoing chemo. This photo was shared in October 2015, I pray she's fine now. God bless and heal her. Amen. Read her story after the cut:
Tuesday, May 17, 2016

How We Met


Cute couple, he shares this inspirational story on IG, how he met his wife. After waiting patiently for years, the rest is history. Read Below:
HOW WE MET:

It all started in the mid-year of 2003, when I had just graduated from High School and was trying to get into the University.
One sweet evening, I was on my way to the video rental store when I noticed a fair, young, pretty girl coming home from school. Being the shy person I was back then, I did not say anything to her that day. However, I followed her to know exactly where she lived. As soon as she vanished into a black gate on a popular street, I felt my mission for that day was accomplished.

The next day, I went back to the street where I saw her the previous day with the hope that she would
Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Be Careful, Be Very Careful 2: Types Of Men Of God

Aunty Eya, can you please share this on the blog?
 A MUST READ!!

My name is Chidubem Okwu. I am a pastor, but I have disappointed God and I really don’t know where to begin to tell my story.
I must tell you the truth. I can’t really say if I have a call or not. I was a Sunday School teacher in my church for 9 years at Kaduna. In 1999 I was led to start a church, but from the experiences I have gathered now I cannot say I was actually led by the Holy Spirit to start that church.

As at 2008, I was not making any progress both spiritually and materially. I saw many churches which began several
Monday, May 09, 2016

99.9% Infertile, 3 Failed IVFs, 3 Boys Birthed Naturally

How late Arch Bishop Benson Idahosa's daughter inlaw
battled infertility

My husband, F.E.Benson Idahosa II, and I met in Benin City, Nigeria when I was 13 years old; our fathers
(Benson Idahosa and Gary Whetstone) were friends. I’ve referred to my love for Feb as “love at first sight”
because very soon after we met, the sparks of love began to flicker between us.
After many years, my dream came true when I was 28
Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Your Husband Paid For A Cosmetic Procedure, Would You Go For It?

50 % of adults have surgery or sone kind of procedure  to please their partners. Would you? If your husband/boyfriend pays for you to go for a tummy tuck, face lift, bum implants or breast
Friday, August 08, 2014

UNFILTERED... By Fisayo Talabi

She sighed as she shut the door. Rolake had just left. Her best friend had come complaining about her husband and how broke he was, and had questioned why she even married him in the first place. The bruise on Adaora’s arm made her wince in pain, as she glided it against the wall, by mistake. She’d been wearing a long sleeved top to hide the bruises. She rolled up the sleeves. It was still sore and her light skin was now patched and discolored.
They’d had a fight. It wasn’t news, especially to their neighbours who were always forced to listen to the echoes of constant screams and yells. Last night’s had been different though. Perhaps Victor had started hearing it too. The neigbours had started to gossip about them. In fact, the woman who lived in the opposite flat had actually approached her and had asked if everything was alright between her and Victor. Adaora knew that the woman only wanted somegist from the source, so she had smiled and ignored her. She had to do something about it before the news developed wings and reached the ears of social media.
 
Last night, Victor had turned on the volume of the sound system, probably so that the neigbours wouldn’t hear them as they yelled at each other, vocally and physically. What happened was that Adaora had just returned to the house from an event where she’d been asked to speak to young women. Before then, she had to attend an interview with a radio station, and also she had to go for a photo shoot for her yet-to-be-released motivational book. Getting home, happy and eager to tell her Fiancé about how her day had been, and to probably get a massage and some TLC to ease her nerves, opened up another episode. The cold silence in the flat crept right underneath her skin. She could already feel the tension before Victor even said anything. The look he’d given her as she dropped her purse on the brown carved table beside the door did all the speaking. The music coming from the speakers was loud. She was about telling him to reduce the volume when his words launched at her.
“Why were you not picking up your phone when I called you?” He said, each word flogged by the harshness of his tone.
She frowned, thinking of what to say. She reached for the purse on the table to get her phone but he beat her to it, literally. He’d already thrown the TV remote control at her and it had landed on her shoulder.

“Victor, you have started again! What
Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Testimony By Dee

I was 16 years old in 2006 when I wrote my first Jamb and I scored 300 but didn’t gain admission into the university because my English was withheld in my Waec Result. The next year 2007 the English was released and this time I scored 270 in Jamb and I got admission to study Economics at the Niger Delta University in Bayelsa State Nigeria.

I spent all my four years in the university yet attended church only 3 times (God has forgiven me), Fast forward to 2011, I graduated with a second class lower (2:2), same year I started doing business (buying and selling of female and male items) and November 2011 I went for National Youth Service Corp and rounded up November 2012.

After my NYSC I prayed to God that I don’t want to be Jobless, that I needed a Job before it is November 2013 which will be exactly a year after NYSC. December 2012 I left Port Harcourt where my parents reside and travelled to my state  of origin to stay with my Elder sister for a while because I was so depressed and always lugubrious due to a failed relationship etc.

December 23rd, 2012 on a Sunday I said to
Friday, June 27, 2014

Lesson Teacher By Fisayo Talabi

Onyeka had gotten married faster than any of her friends had. She had been only twenty and in her final year at the University. 

She'd made plans...

• To graduate with a first class degree in      
   her department. 

• To build a career in Chartered              
   accounting and finance before age 25.

 ....and a lot more. 


She hadn't been married off by force or by pre-planned arrangements by her parents. No. It was a wilful decision. She had met her husband when she was only eighteen. She had been in the executive team of her department and they had planned a career programme which needed sponsorship and the involvement of finance organizations. 

The moment she had walked into his office and started to discuss the department executives' proposal, he had fallen in love with her, so he claimed. He had said he loved that she was so young and ambitious, and that he loved intellectually strong women. 


Fast forward eight years later. 

Onyeka sat in living room of her matrimonial home, watching on CNN the woman she had always wanted to be; Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala. Her three year old was crying and wailing loudly, because her five year old had wrecked her doll. Her seven year old was eating his lunch, filling the floor with orange grains of jollof rice. Their voices drowned every word Ngozi was saying on Tv. 

Her husband had promised she could pursue a career after they got married and after she had graduated. He had promised to get her a good place of primary assignment for NYSC, but she had gotten pregnant and he made her stay at home. After the second year, she still didn't have a job. He always said he was working on it. Then, one day, he said he wanted her to nurse all the kids first. 

Now, it was eight years gone, and time had passed her by. Graduate trainee programmes had an age cap of age 27. She was 28. 


Her husband was never home. He was at the peak of his career, receiving this or that award, for financial excellence. At first, he used to take her along to those award dinners. But after she had started to add on weight, and for some other reasons, he stopped inviting her. 


This day, he was away again, at Ghana. She looked at her kids. Her husband had said he didn't want househelps, so she was alone in taking care of the home. She had screamed and yelled at them, but nothing seemed to change. She sighed. She looked at
Sunday, June 15, 2014

The Silver Frame

THE SILVER FRAME

Fisayo Talabi

It was about five thirty p.m on Friday. Most of her staff had started filing out one by one. The famous RCCG camp program was happening so it was pretty sure there was going to be traffic. In an hour, she was the only one left in the building. It wasn’t that she had any work in particular to do.  In fact, she had more thinking to do than work. She had gotten all the reports she needed and discussed with staff from the Legal department on drafting the necessary contracts she needed towards the new contract they were bidding for from a foreign company.
She removed her Jimmy Choo high heels and relaxed in her Leather chair. The picture of her and Lanre in the silver frame on her mahogany desk stared her in the face. That one picture, she couldn’t get rid of, even if she had decided to let him go.
Yeah, she had to let him go…because he did not belong to her. He was another woman’s husband…
 
***
Folusho had been really lonely. She had
Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Not All Closed Doors Are Bad

Have you ever wanted something so bad but met a closed door? Sure you prayed about it really hard, even had to fast about it so much but the door remained locked shut.
Well, welcome to my world. I’d like to share a story with you as regards closed doors.
“I had my life planned out before me and the next step in my books after my BSc. was Masters in the UK.
In my books, I had to work for a while to raise at least half of the tuition and I worked rather hard for a young girl and raised the required £4000 in about a year.
By June, I had paid the initial
Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Advice To All Women Out There By AY

Please an advice to all women out there: A friend of mine just called me some minutes ago to tell me about the recent happenings in the life of this our other friend. We were all friends from school. When we were in school this our friend was known to be a very outgoing girl whose eyes were only for the rich guys, dnt dare be "poor" or "have potential" and dare talk to her o. Anyways, we graduated, and started working. one by one we started getting married, but she will always complain about our choices so much that it caused quarrel between her and another friend of ours till today they dont talk. We all got married before her, she just recently got married some months after me this year. All the while she sang her husbands praise, he is rich, he bought this car for her, she will give birth in America he built for her mother, they will vacation in paris etc, and then conclude by asking me, Ay, that your husband sef, make una try go Ghana na as e bad reach, make e buy u car na etc.I noticed her type of person and gave her a wide breath.

If you are the type who gets carried away, you will start resenting your boo, thinking if suffering is only for you and all. Today, i learnt that the so called jeep her "husband bought her' was actually bought by her hard earned pre -marriage runs , that the so called house built for her parents does not exist., that even the wedding ceremony was done by her money,how the money for America baby delivery was all hers,(she was pregnant as at marriage) that the tokunbo Honda car the man rides , she bought it for him just before the wedding, that even the wedding ring was bought by her. Right now, her marriage is in huge trouble because the man's eyes has opened and is asking her her how she has been able to achieve all those on her 100k monthly salary?Now he knows she was a runs girl, and still probably is and is now saying he isnt the father of her baby! I am so shocked, i cant believe someone would go to such lengths living a lie.

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

If You Get What You Want?

If you get what you want, will you really want what you get?

That I used to bite my nails is no longer history but that I’m trying so hard to keep them LONG should be in the Guinness world book of records * do those books still exist self*?
I had bitten my nails for the better part of my life and trust me when I say that I had battled with keeping them long, or at least make them presentable. I fixed my nails severally especially when I had an event, so as not to embarrass myself. When I had to shake someone or do anything with my hands in public, I had to apply great caution. When anyone asked why I bit my nails, I always had to be economical with the truth( or if you chose to call it lie) most times saying that I liked my nails short just when I couldn’t keep my hands from my mouth was the truth.
I met some tall dark handsome,
Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Are We Passionate Enough?

In our country Nigeria, hardly you see a roadside cleaner, a school cleaner, plumber, manual bricklayer, servant etc, or even most civil servants looking cheerful in their jobs. There are more angry, unhappy and bitter ones than cheerful, grateful ones.  

It is not the job, it is our attitude. A young teacher once told me that the reason he resumes late to work and is nonchalant is because there is no job satisfaction. He says that once he gets "a great job offer," he will do it better and then I smiled and told him that attitude has already been formed and growing so, he cannot perform better anywhere. I tried to explain to him that the habits and attitude he puts up now is the foundation that will carry him all through life.

A little
Monday, June 10, 2013

Everything Works For Our Good

A man lost his donkeys at a time when these were among the most prized possessions to have. He is so depressed and sends his son in search of these donkeys.  This young man searched three days with no sign of the donkeys. Suddenly, his servant remembers they could get help from a seer. They look for and find the old seer who tells them "those donkeys have been found and right now, your old father back home is no longer worried about the donkeys, but worried about your safety.

I know why these donkeys got lost. Why? To
Friday, June 07, 2013

Dear Women, Why Do We Hate Ourselves?

This post title is enough for my blog post, I don't feel like adding anything more. Would like us ladies in the house to please answer this honest question. 

I have seen so much in this my life, enough to make me believe that women hate themselves.
Going by
Friday, May 31, 2013

ONE YEAR BLOG ANNIVERSARY

Wives Connection Is One
Wives connection Emergency kitchen.
Celebrating one year of blogging. To God be all the glory. Though I wanted to blog and just do something about families, women, cooking etc, I didn't know it was going to kick off on that fateful day. It all started on the 31st May 2012 late at night trying to experiment with my daughter. Suddenly we saw pageviews and decide  to try again, we saw more pageviews and I'm "Ok, I think people enjoy reading what I post so I'll keep posting"

Between May 2012 and January 2013, the blog had just over 30,000 views. Between January 2013 and May 2013 this blog has seen over
Friday, March 01, 2013

Guess There's Improvement On Recipe Images

Boiled Rice With Chicken Breast  and vegetables
 Today, is what Linda Ikeji will call a Slow News Day:
In July 2012, when I decided  to keep an online kitchen diary. I thought about my daughters. I felt like leaving something for my girls. Something like a guide kind
Sunday, February 17, 2013

Here's Announcing The Birth Of Our New Fry Pan

 The new Monix Fry Pan
If a fry pan were as big as a "posh car" or "a mansion in Aso Rock," May be, somebody somewhere would have felt like "show off." The good thing is that a fry pan is just an ordinary "kitchen ware" that

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