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06/24/2025

Part 1: Danfo Driver's Girlfriend 🥰💕
My boyfriend’s name is Nathaniel, but people often call him “Natha” in the garage. My name is Gloria. I am 21 years old. I live with my parents in a small face-me-I-face-you house in Mushin, Lagos. Life has not been easy for us. We struggle to eat two times a day, but we still thank God.

Natha is a danfo driver. Danfo is a yellow bus that people in Lagos use for transport. You see them shouting “Oshodi! Oshodi!” or “CMS straight! CMS!” in the traffic. That is what Natha does for a living. He owns his own danfo and drives it by himself. He is very hardworking. He wakes up before 5 a.m. every day, prays, and rushes to the garage to hustle. Sometimes, he drives from morning till night before coming back home to rest.

Natha doesn’t play too much. He doesn’t party or hang out with people who don’t have plans for their life. He doesn’t even talk much. People in the garage respect him because he minds his business and doesn’t fight like many of the other drivers. Natha went to university. He studied Logistics. He wanted to work in an office and wear nice shirts with a tie. But after many years of looking for a good job and getting nothing, he decided to use the money he saved from his NYSC allowance to buy a second-hand danfo. And that was how his journey started.

He told me six months ago that he loved me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. I didn’t say yes, but I also didn’t say no. I told him, “I’ve heard you. But give me some time to think about it.” And since then, he has been showing me love in different ways.

He buys food for my family when things are tight. He helps my dad when his own work is not moving well. He comes to our house to gist with my mum and sometimes helps her carry her amala cooler to the bus stop. My dad likes him too. He always says, “That Natha boy is a good boy. He will go far.”

But me, I don’t know how I feel.

I like him. Yes, he is kind. He respects me. He never touches me anyhow or talks to me rudely. But I don’t know if I love him. And the biggest problem is this — I don’t like his job.

I know it may sound bad, but I am just being honest. I want to be proud of my husband. I want to tell people that my husband works in a big company or wears suits to work. I don’t want to say, “He’s a danfo driver.” It feels somehow in my chest.

Sometimes, I see other girls whose boyfriends or fiancés are bankers, engineers, or even working with oil companies. I know those jobs are not easy to find, but I always hope someone like that will come my way too.

I don’t even know what direction my life is going. I only have SSCE. I passed my exams, but there’s no money to go to university. My mum and I work for a local food vendor. We hawk food on the street. My mum sells amala, and I sell rice and beans. We don’t even have our own shop.

My dad also doesn’t have his own bus. Every day, he goes to the garage to look for any bus owner who wants to lease out their danfo for the day. He drives it, pays park fee, buys fuel, and after giving the bus owner his own share, the money left is usually very small. That’s our life.

So, when Natha said he loved me, my parents were happy. They said he has his own bus, he works hard, and he respects people. But me, my heart is not yet sure.

I remember one evening. I was coming back from hawking when I saw him waiting for me at our street. He had parked his bus, bought small ice cream, and was holding it like a child waiting to share. When he saw me, his face lit up.

“Glory, how market today?” he asked.

I smiled. “We thank God.”

Then he stretched his hand and gave me the ice cream. “I know you like this flavor.”

I took it from him. “Thank you.”

We sat on the bench in front of my house.

“You don’t like my job, abi?” he asked gently, looking at the ground.

I was shocked. “Who told you that?”

He smiled small. “Nobody. But I can feel it. And I’m not angry. I just want to know.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I know I drive danfo,” he continued. “It’s not a shiny job. But I do it with pride. I didn’t choose it because I’m lazy. I chose it because life forced me to find a way to survive. I have plans, Gloria. One day, I won’t be driving danfo forever. I’ll have my own transport company. I’ll hire drivers. I’ll open a small logistics office. But I need someone who will walk that journey with me, not someone who is waiting for me to change before they accept me.”

I looked at him. His face was calm, but I could see pain in his eyes. I wanted to cry. But I just nodded.

“I understand,” I said.

But the truth is, I didn’t fully understand.

Every night before I sleep, I think. What if I say yes to Natha, and he never becomes rich? What if he remains a danfo driver forever? Can I live with that?

And what if I say no, and I never find someone who loves me like he does?

It’s not easy. I’m not trying to be greedy. I just want more for my life. I want to be better than this poverty we are living in. But maybe I’m also afraid. Afraid of making a mistake.

There’s this other boy, Kayode. He works in an office in Ikeja. He wears nice shirts and smells of perfume. He has a car. He has been looking at me lately. He even stopped me once and said I’m beautiful. But he hasn’t said more than that. He doesn’t know my family. He doesn’t know how we struggle. What if he finds out and runs?

But Natha knows everything. He sees the suffering and still stands beside me.

One day, I fell sick. It was malaria. I was so weak I couldn’t get out of bed. My mum was at the shop, and my dad had gone out to look for bus work. Natha came to visit and saw me lying down, shivering.

He didn’t ask questions. He just told me to wait. He rushed out and came back with a nylon full of drugs, oranges, and malt drink.

He cleaned my face with warm water, gave me the medicine, and sat beside me, fanning me gently. For almost two hours, he stayed there, just caring for me.

I wanted to cry. Not because of pain. But because someone who I haven’t even agreed to be with loves me like that.

My mum came back and saw him. She smiled and said, “This boy is a gift.”

That night, I cried in my pillow. I cried because I felt guilty. Guilty for not loving him the way he loved me.

But can love be forced?

I’m still thinking.

Natha still comes around. He still brings fruits for my mum. He still plays draft with my dad. He still prays for me. But he doesn’t pressure me. He’s waiting for my heart.

Maybe one day, I’ll wake up and realize that love is not in perfume or car keys. Maybe love is in the one who shows up when the world walks away. Maybe love is in the one who doesn’t have much, but gives you everything.

I don’t know what I’ll do yet.

But I’m learning something.

Sometimes, a danfo driver has more dignity than a man in suit.

Sometimes, the man that everyone ignores is the one who will carry your future with respect.

And maybe…

Just maybe…
I’ll become the danfo driver’s wife. I am feeling like I should drop this guy called Natha🤷

To be continued in Episode 2🙏
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06/20/2025

Is this true? What we have left arr Tax collectors?

06/20/2025

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Continue Later My Fans🥰

06/17/2025

May God Help You and Me💕.
I remain your humble Teramayo.
Good morning 💞.

Some things in my private life made me pause posting your lovely stories you always anticipate to read. I hope soon to start again when these storm is over🙏

06/15/2025

Happy Father's Day 💞.

06/09/2025

What is University Certificate When it can't yet put food on your table? School is good. I am also a graduate, but what pays the bills for me to live above this hàrd status of this economy is Ride Hailing & Okada Work🤷,and I am not ashamed saying this at all.
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06/08/2025

THE MAN WHO STOOD BY ME🥰, the Gateman.
Let me tell you a story—not just about a crown or a palace, but about a man. A man who stood by me when I had nothing. A man who helped me become the woman I am today. His name is Mordecai.

I was very young when I lost my parents. I don’t remember much about them, only bits and pieces. I remember my mother’s gentle voice and my father’s smile. But one day, they were both gone. I became an orphan. Alone. Scared. Confused.

But I was not without hope.

Mordecai, my cousin, took me in. He was older and had his own life to live, but he brought me into his home and treated me like his own daughter. I wasn’t just a guest in his house—I became family. He gave me food, clothes, and love. Most of all, he gave me shelter and ended my loneliness.

Mordecai was not a rich man. He didn’t live in a palace or wear fine robes. He worked at the king’s gate, a place where the king’s servants and messengers passed by. It wasn’t the most important job, but it was a faithful one. He was always there, watching, listening, helping where he could.

Even when he was busy, he made time for me.

He didn’t only raise me—he guided me. He taught me how to walk with grace, how to speak with wisdom, and how to respect others. He used to say, “Your beauty is not just in your face, Esther. It’s in your heart, your kindness, and how you treat people.”

I didn’t know then what my future would be. But he did.

One day, a big change came to our land. The queen was removed from the palace. The king wanted a new queen, and he sent people all over to find the most beautiful young women. When Mordecai heard this, he quickly came to me.

“Esther,” he said, “this might be your moment. You must go.”

I was scared. I had never been to the palace. I had never spoken to a king. But Mordecai believed in me. And because he believed in me, I believed in myself.

He helped me prepare. He gave me advice. And every single day while I was in the palace, he stayed close by the gate just to hear how I was doing. Even though we couldn’t speak face to face, he found a way to send messages, just to make sure I was fine.

Then came the day when the king looked at me and smiled.

Out of all the women in the land, the king chose me.

Me, Esther—the orphan girl, the outsider—was now the queen.

But I didn’t forget Mordecai. I never would. Because even as queen, I knew I was standing on the shoulders of the man who raised me.

Mordecai didn’t stop helping me after I became queen. In fact, that’s when he became even more important.

While working at the gate one day, he overheard two men—two of the king’s trusted workers—talking about a secret plan. They wanted to harm the king. Mordecai quickly sent a message to me, and I told the king. The plan was stopped, and the king’s life was saved.

Yet Mordecai wasn’t rewarded right away. His name was just written down in a book, and life moved on. But Mordecai didn’t complain. He just kept doing good, quietly, faithfully.

Later on, something terrible happened. A powerful man in the kingdom became angry at Mordecai. Why? Because Mordecai refused to bow to him. Mordecai would only bow to what was right and true.

That angry man didn’t just want to hurt Mordecai—he wanted to destroy all the people who were like Mordecai. People like me.

When Mordecai heard about the evil plan, he didn’t hide or run. He tore his clothes and cried in the streets. He carried the burden of an entire nation on his shoulders. He was not a king, not a soldier, but he fought like a hero.

He sent a message to me in the palace. “Esther,” he wrote, “you must speak up. Maybe this is the reason you became queen—to save your people.”

I was scared again. Speaking up could cost me my life.

But Mordecai had always believed in me. He had always guided me right. So I listened. I prayed. I prepared. Then I walked into the king’s court, risking everything.

And because of the courage Mordecai planted in me, the king listened.

The plan to destroy my people was stopped. The one who made the plan was removed. And Mordecai—the man at the gate—was lifted up and honored. He was given new robes, a royal position, and the respect he always deserved.

But do you know the most special part?

He didn’t change. He still cared for the people. He still helped the poor. He still fought for what was right. Even as a man of power, he remained humble. He became a leader, a protector, and a light to many.

And to me, he remained my guide, my father, my destiny helper.

Now, let me tell you something from my heart:

Some people like Mordecai are placed in your life by a greater hand. They may not look rich, wear fine clothes, or live in palaces—but they are gifts. They are helpers of your journey. They are there to walk with you, cry with you, and push you into your purpose.

Mordecai was my shelter when I had no home. He ended my loneliness when I felt forgotten. He saw greatness in me before I ever saw it in myself.

He watched my steps when I couldn’t see the path. He opened the door to my destiny and stood outside, cheering me on.

He carried the burdens of others and never asked for praise. He fought for justice when others stayed quiet. He stayed faithful in small places and trusted that good would come.

And you know what?

Good did come.

He was not just a man by the gate. He was a gate himself—a gate to hope, to change, to freedom.

So here’s what I’ve learned and what I want to share with you:

1. Take care of the Mordecais in your life.
They may not be loud or famous, but they carry gold in their hearts.

2. Never look down on your little job or assignment.
Mordecai was just a gatekeeper, but from that place, he changed lives.

3. Stay faithful where you are.
Your reward may not come today or tomorrow, but it will come. There is always a divine response to every committed heart.

4. Some victories don’t come from the front lines.
Aaron and Hur didn’t fight with swords, but by lifting up arms in quiet support, they helped bring victory.

Today, I wear a crown.
But the crown is not just mine—it belongs to the man who stood beside me when I was nothing.

To all the young ones listening to my story, remember: it’s not always about being first, or loud, or powerful. Sometimes, the true strength lies in staying, guiding, and loving others through their journey.

May you be blessed with a Mordecai in your life.
And even better—may you become a Mordecai to someone else

06/03/2025

TIPS TO HEALTHY CHRISTIAN RELATIONSHIP 💞💕
"For the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak." (Matthew 26:41)

The struggle between our spiritual desires and our physical body limitations.

Discipline and limiting the flesh has a great advantage to growing the spiritual life and at same time have consequences to the flesh.
Consequences such as:
• People will call you fool
• People will disown you.
• People will not want to be your friend.
• Friendship will break.
• Relationship will collapse
• I have seen Courtship/Relationship ends because of this.
• People will call you SU.
• Your fiancé will see you as boring guy/lady.
• Family and friends will tell you, no man will marry you.
• People will say the man will leave you.

*Things to expect and Way out to building Christian healthy relationship before marriage:*
• Your relationship with your fiance will be boring.
Things to do: Call and Chat with her often every day, joke a lot over phone if it is distance relationship. If he/she is God's will for you, he/she will stay for however long your relationship is. I have seen clean and Godly relationship of 5 years, you too can do it.
• Love and Feelings may Fade.
Things to do: At this such junction of feelings fading, I will advice you go and tie the knot, i.e Getting each other married quickly at minimum possible cost if you truly love her/him. What has been delaying marrying each other before? It is time to remove or silence all blockage that had been hindering you from marrying him/her. If you love each other, buying car or having major properties isn't priority, your mutual love should be priority first once you both have a stable income.
• Your fiancé do not want you to come visiting her/him.
Things to do: Respect that discipline and don't disobey. This is to avoid ungodly actions in his/her room. Flee fornication, flee sleeping over. If you want purity before marriage, avoid unnecessary visit to his/her place, avoid sleeping over.
• He/she start acting strange such as you thinking he is stingy, such as she is no more caring.
Things to do: Ask him why before you conclude he isn't taking you serious, he may possibly be passing through hell. Ask her why, before you conclude she isn't taking you serious as she may be passing through hell.

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05/31/2025

I Often follow this guy's post. I always love his content about Marriage and Relationship. It is Possible to Get true Lady, their kind still exist. Sweet marriage is lovely one, I had experienced a sweet marriage for 5 years and made me believe that it is best to have a lovely marriage where;
• No one(third party) comes to settle your internal conflict/quarrel)
• You Trust and Opened to each other.
• You walk and work together like friends.
• You sleep and play together in marriage like love birds.

I still honestly pray God will have His way once again🙏🙏.

Be careful before marrying a lady who is not staying in her father's house.

The current trend is that many young ladies leave their parents' homes at an early age to start living on their own, even when they are not financially or emotionally ready.

You’ll find jobless girls moving out to stay with other equally idle girls, and together they start struggling just to feed themselves.

Before long, they begin to follow different kinds of men.

Then you start to wonder how these girls can afford the kind of lifestyle they display.

Suddenly, they’re “selling hair,” yet they’re holding iPhones that even the capital of the business they claim to run cannot buy.

Some leave their parents’ homes just to gain freedom and live however they please, meeting men in hotels, staying with boys they are not married to, and engaging in all sorts of things.

No matter how relaxed your parents are, there are still things you wouldn’t do if you were living with them.

So be cautious with any girl whose source of income or lifestyle you cannot clearly identify.

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05/30/2025

The Farmer’s House Boy🥰💕
Short story of my life. My name is Elizabeth. I was born into a poor family. My parents were good people, but life was hard. We ate just what we could find and wore the same clothes for many years. I always dreamed of becoming someone important in life. I didn’t know how, but I believed God would help me.

At the age of 20, I met a young man named Paul. Paul was a poor farmer when I met him. He worked very hard under the sun, planting crops, feeding animals, and managing a small piece of land. Paul didn’t have much money, but he had a big heart, and he loved me truly. Even though people laughed at me for falling in love with a poor farmer, I didn’t care. I loved him too.

We got married. Life was not easy at first. I helped him every day on the farm. We woke up early, worked in the sun, planted yams, cassava, and maize, and sold our goods at the market. People began to notice me because I was beautiful and respectful. I spoke gently to everyone, and soon many customers only wanted to buy from us.

My good behavior helped our business grow. Paul’s small farm became big. Then it became bigger. We bought more land—up to 120 plots! Our farmyard became like a small town. Everyone knew us. Everyone respected us. We even started employing workers to help us on the farm.

One of our workers was Johnson. Johnson was a young, strong, and polite boy. He worked very hard and never caused trouble. He stayed in a small room at the edge of the farmyard. He was quiet and humble. My husband liked him, and so did I.

My marriage with Paul was full of love. We laughed, worked, and prayed together. But we also had challenges. One of our biggest problems was that we had no child. I prayed every day for a baby. People started gossiping. Some even mocked me, calling me a “barren woman.” It hurt me deeply, but Paul never stopped loving me.

After 10 years of marriage, something sad happened. My dear husband Paul got very sick. We tried everything—medicine, prayers, hospital—but nothing worked. One evening, he held my hand at the hospital and said, “Elizabeth, I love you. Take care of everything. Continue what we started together.” That night, he closed his eyes and died.

I cried every day. I felt like my life had ended. I was only 30 years old, a widow, and childless. I didn’t know how to move on. But I remembered Paul’s last words. I told myself, “I must be strong. I must keep our dream alive.”

So, I took over the farm. I ran everything by myself—with the help of Johnson. Johnson was always there for me. He helped with accounts, planting, managing workers, and going to market. Sometimes I forgot he was just a worker. He behaved like family.

The big house my husband built became very quiet. I slept alone every night. I missed my husband. I missed his voice, his love, and his company. Sometimes I sat alone crying in the sitting room. But Johnson always noticed when I was sad. He would ask, “Madam, are you okay?” I always smiled and said, “Yes,” even when I wasn’t okay.

One night, I couldn’t sleep. The house was too quiet. My heart was heavy. I walked outside to get some air. I saw light in Johnson’s room. I knocked. He came out, looking surprised. “Madam, is everything okay?” he asked.

“I can’t sleep,” I said. “I’m lonely.”

He didn’t say much. He just opened the door wider and invited me to sit. We talked that night. For the first time, I laughed again. He made me feel like a woman again, like someone who mattered. I fell asleep in his small room that night.

That one night changed everything. Some strings💕 were pressed that night between two of us.

A few weeks passed. Then one morning, I felt sick. I thought it was stress. But the sickness stayed. My body changed. I felt tired all the time. So I went to the hospital. The doctor smiled at me after the check-up and said, “Congratulations ma, you’re pregnant.”

I was shocked! I didn’t believe it. I cried in the hospital room. After ten years of being barren in my marriage with Paul, I was now pregnant for Johnson?

I went home that day in confusion. I looked at myself in the mirror. I said, “Elizabeth, what have you done?” I felt shame and joy mixed together. Joy because I was finally going to have a baby. Shame because people would say, “She married her farm boy!”

But deep in my heart, I loved Johnson. He didn’t chase me. He didn’t plan it. He just cared for me when I was broken. We both didn’t expect this to happen, but it happened.

Then I began to think about my late husband. “Does this mean Paul’s sweat will now become Johnson’s gain?” I asked myself again and again. “Will Johnson still love me forever? Or will he change after I give him a child and the farm?”

So many thoughts filled my head.

One day, Johnson came to me and said, “Madam, I know the child is mine. I am ready to take responsibility. I love you. I don’t care what people say. I will never leave you.”

His words touched me.

I saw the truth in his eyes. I saw love. He didn’t care that I was older than him. He didn’t care what the world would say. And you know what? When I stand beside him, no one can even guess I’m older than him. I’m short and portable. We fit perfectly together.

So, we got married quietly. We didn’t throw a big party. Just a simple ceremony with a few friends and farm workers. Some people gossiped. Some were shocked. Some clapped and said, “True love wins.”

I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Then later, two more children—a boy and another girl. Johnson became more than just a farm worker. He became the father of my children. My friend. My support. My joy.

I still missed Paul sometimes. But I knew in my heart that he would be proud that I kept our dream alive.

The farmyard grew bigger. Our name became known across many towns. We started a new farm school for children who wanted to learn agriculture. Johnson and I ran everything together. We taught our children how to farm, how to lead, and how to love.

People now respected us. Some even apologized for what they said in the past. But not everyone clapped. Some still whispered behind my back, “She married her house boy.” But I don’t care anymore.

Because love is not about what people say.

It’s about what you feel in your heart.

It’s about who stands by you when the world leaves you.

Johnson stood by me. And I stood by him.

Today, we are happy.

My dear reader, life is full of ups and downs. Some poor men today become rich tomorrow. Some farm boys become kings in their homes.

If you’re reading my story today, I want to tell you: never laugh at someone’s beginning. Never judge someone’s journey. I thought I had lost everything—but I gained a new life through pain.

I thank God I didn’t give up. I thank God I opened my heart again.

I pray your journey will be better than mine.

You will not suffer loss before you see success.

You will not cry forever.

You will not regret your past.

Your joy will be full.

Because if God can write a new story for someone like me, He can write one for you too.

The End.🙏
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