Patrick & Family

When I started dating my precious wife, I must admit that I didn’t give her the benefit of the doubt at all.

In my head, I had already concluded that she was the type who might keep many men as “friends.” I was mostly based in Abuja then, and whenever I travelled to the East and invited her over, this lady would dribble me like Ronaldinho in his prime. One excuse today, another tomorrow—until I got tired and returned to Abuja.

Her favourite line was always:
“I prefer relationships to be through the phone.”

Through the phone?
I honestly wondered what kind of human being runs a relationship like customer care service. I felt she was playing with my intelligence, and sometimes out of frustration, I wouldn’t call her for months.

Then one day, when I eventually called, I discovered she had been seriously ill for a long time—and I had no idea. I asked her to send a picture to prove it. When the picture came in, my heart sank. She was so emaciated that pity immediately replaced all my suspicions.

It was much later that I discovered the real reason behind her constant avoidance. She wasn’t playing games—she was protecting her values. She simply didn’t want me to touch her… ivedi, you understand 😄

Meanwhile, I had already labeled her a “player” in my mind.
Today, I laugh whenever I remember it. I completely misjudged her intentions. She was a good woman all along, and I almost missed the most precious woman in my life because of assumptions and impatience.

Lesson learned: don’t judge people by their cover. Sometimes, what looks like pride, games, or distance is actually discipline and good character in disguise. #truestory #couples

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Welcome to February 1st, 2026 — a new month, a fresh page, a quiet reminder that your story is still being written.
If January was heavy… breathe. You made it through. If it was beautiful… be grateful. Either way, you are still here — still standing, still becoming, still growing in ways you may not even see yet.
This new month is not just a change of date — it is an invitation.
An invitation to forgive yourself for the days you were tired.
An invitation to try again where you once felt weak.
An invitation to believe again where hope felt delayed.
You are not behind. You are not forgotten. You are not disqualified. Some seeds grow silently before they break the soil. Just because people haven’t seen your progress doesn’t mean heaven hasn’t approved it.
There are battles you survived that no one knows about. There are tears you wiped away before anyone noticed. There are prayers you whispered that are still rising before God like incense. Strength is not always loud — sometimes it is simply choosing to continue.
This month, move with intention.
Speak with kindness.
Act with courage.
Trust with depth.
Let your heart stay soft even when life tries to make it hard. Let your faith stay alive even when answers delay. What is meant for you will not pass you by. What God begins, He completes.
Do not measure your life only by results — measure it also by obedience, by persistence, by love, by the times you refused to give up.
You are entering a month of alignment, clarity, and quiet victories. Small steps will lead to meaningful change. Unexpected doors can open. New strength can rise inside you.
Prayer
May this new month bring light into every dark corner of your life.
May peace settle in your heart and direction guide your steps.
May your efforts produce results, and your waiting produce wisdom.
May help find you, favor surround you, and grace sustain you.
May what troubled you lose its power, and what strengthens you grow deeper.
May your home know joy, your work know progress, and your spirit know rest.
Amen.

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My wife is a woman with an unusually strong heart. In all the years I’ve known her, I had never seen her cry—not even during labor, that legendary pain many say is the height of human endurance. She went through it with a calm strength that made you wonder if tears had ever been programmed into her system at all. Crying? She didn’t even look like the type that subscribes to it.

But there was one day—just one—when that strength cracked.

She had a cousin brother she was incredibly close to, who lived in Italy. From childhood, he called her “Intellectual,” a nickname that stuck and somehow fit her perfectly. Anytime he called, that name came first. During our wedding preparations, this man became almost a daily alarm—calling constantly to check how things were going, offering advice, encouragement, and even sending a carton of authentic Italian wine to support us. Sadly for me, my father-in-law ensured I never laid eyes on those bottles. Some sacrifices are spiritual.

On the wedding day itself, he called repeatedly, but as expected, we were too busy to talk. Life was loud, joyful, and moving fast.

Then, just a few days later, I received a call from my mother-in-law. Her voice was calm, but her words were heavy. She told me that the same cousin had died the day after our wedding. She pleaded with me to keep it to myself—for now—and not tell my wife.

A week passed.

Then my wife received a call from her father. He casually asked if she had heard what happened. Realizing immediately that she hadn’t been told, he tried to backtrack. Unfortunately for everyone involved, my wife is very observant—and extremely inquisitive.

She came to me and said, “Something is being hidden from me.”

I already knew there was no escape. I gently told her that someone had d!ed.

Fear crossed her face.
“Was it my sibling?” she asked.
“No.”
“Grandma?”
“No.”

She paused, then asked quietly, “Then who?”

When I said his name—Innocent—she froze.

She tried to speak, but no words came. I held her immediately, and she clung to me with a strength I didn’t know grief could give. Then the tears came. Real tears. The kind that don’t stop when you want them to.

She cried like a child—for two whole days.

Her deepest pain wasn’t just that he was gone, but that she never got the chance to say goodbye.

That was the first time I ever saw my wife cry.
And so far, it has been the last.

She is, without question, the strongest woman I have ever known. #realstory ##truestory

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While growing up, whenever I did something wrong and wanted to avoid being b3@ten or seriously sco!ded by my parents or uncles, I had a little survival trick.

Before going home, I would quietly look for elephant grass, tie it together, and then walk into the house. Once I entered, everything would suddenly become calm.
No shouting.
No b3ating.
No long lectures.

It felt like magic at the time.

I learnt this from some of my friends, and back then, it truly worked. Up till today, I still don’t understand the logic behind it, but it saved me on many occasions.

I don’t know if anyone else did this while growing up, or if it still works for children these days.
If you tried it back then, please share your experience in the comments. Let’s relive those childhood survival moments together.

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Good morning beautiful people ✨️

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3 weeks ago | [YT] | 1

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Getting ready for the new week back to school hairstyle

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I meet with the legend himself Mr Nkem Owoh 😍

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4 weeks ago | [YT] | 1

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With the legendary Mama G😍 G for General ❤️❤️

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I’m greedy when it comes to you. Ten years isn’t enough—I want all the time we can possibly have. Finding your soulmate shifts your whole world. Some days I can’t stand him, other days I love him endlessly. But every day, without fail, I choose him. He is my person. Happy anniversary to us 💙

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This morning gave us one of those little moments that remind me how beautiful family life is.

Chioma woke up feeling extra lazy today. When her mum asked her to handle her morning chores, she suddenly developed serious reluctance.

So I teased her, joking that she was getting a bit chubby and reminded her of her big promise this year to work out and stay fit. I even added—very confidently—that house chores also count as exercise.

Without blinking an eye, she fired back, “Watching cartoons is also part of my workout.”

At that point, the whole house erupted in laughter. Sugar didn’t waste time and officially crowned her the “lazy drone” of the day.😂

Honestly, these small, funny moments are pure gold. Life is hard enough—if you don’t laugh with your family, you’re missing out. Grateful for mornings like this.

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