Women are messing with the good guys these days.

(And I do not like that)

Modern men are being taught to be soft.
To “talk about your feelings.”
To “be vulnerable.”
To “prove you’re not toxxic.”

But who’s benefitting from that

Not you.

Because while you're busy trying to be a “safe space”...
She’s admiring the man who makes her knees shake, not her voice heard.

Let’s unpack it.

1. Soft Boy Is Not Safe Man. It Means Replaceable.

You think being overly available, constantly texting, and never disagreeing makes you different

No, king.
It makes you boring.

She says she wants peace…
But watch her body react to chaos.

She says “I want a gentle man.”
But cries over the one who ignores her messages and still owns her mind.

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2. You’re Not Her Lover. You’re Her Emotional Dumping Ground.

You became her diary.
Her therapist.
Her motivational speaker.

But did she ever admire you
Did she ever crave you
Did she ever submit to your masculine leadership

Or did she just drain you…
…and go back to the guy who barely knows her birthday

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3. You Let Her Lead—Now She’s Lost Respect.

You asked:

* “Babe, what do you want me to do”
* “Where do you want to go”
* “What should we do next”

You thought you were being respectful.
She saw a man with no direction.

Masculinity isn't dictatorship.
But it does require decisiveness.

You don’t have to dominate her.
But if you can’t lead, she’ll find a man who can.

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4.You Think You're "Healing." She's Already Dating Again.

You’re in the gym, journaling, “doing the inner work.”
She’s in a new man’s kitchen… in your old hoodie.

You’re writing closure letters.
She’s opening her legś.

You’re listening to podcasts on “how to be better.”
She’s posting soft life reels with a new man who doesn’t even try half as hard as you.

Let that sting a bit. Then wake up.

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5. You’re Too Accessible. There’s No Mystery, No Edge.

You reply in 0.5 seconds.
You overshare everything.
You cry on the first date.

She didn’t want a baby. She wanted a man.

Yes, emotions matter.
But when they control you, you become the weakër vessel.

And no matter what anyone says—
Women don’t trust wëak men. Even if they pity them.

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6. Politeness Won’t Protect You From Rejection.

You think “being nice” will make her choose you.

Let me tell you something brutal:

She doesn’t choose safe.
She chooses strong.

And “strong” isn’t loud or aggrëssivë.
It’s calm. Certain. Clear.

You know who you are. You lead with purpose.
You don’t beg for love. You command respect.

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Real men are being invisible due to these modern men nansense.

You don’t have to be cold.

But you do have to be in control of yourself.

Because if you don’t own your masculinity…

The world—and women—will walk all over you.

Maybe Solomon Buchi will tell us if I am wrong.


~ Yvonne Funmi
A photo of Yvone Funmi below.

Happy birthday to a friend and a brother of mine wish you many more years ahead Excel in all ramifications long life and prosperity

Happiest birthday to myself
It's been a long journey but God has been in full control
How far I've gone, where I am, and where am going to is as a result of God's faithfulness

Officially +1

Wow!!! Is another year to identify with my ancestral root and foundation and not to disconnect my being. 365 days again and I hereby give kudos to my both parents (Late) who procreated my being and never in anyway gave me slave (colonial) names. And to my lovely Mother who left this mother earth this day 15 years ago, I say rest on. it has not been easy to have this day (8th May) every year celebrated this past 15 years. But I have come to realize you wanted to be remembered by me specifically, your 7th child. Rest on Oni vwen, rest on.
Family and friends is official today decades ago I was birthed. I pray for the guidance, direction and protection of My ancestors and the Almighty Osolobrughwe upon my life. My ancestral linage just to mention four before me. Etadafe beget Egbru, Egbru beget Enaibe, Enaibe beget Ojuwete and Ojuwete beget EJIRO.
Happy birthday to my humble self.

"A queen, a trailblazer, a true Nollywood legend – Genevieve Nnaji.
From her unforgettable roles to putting Nigerian cinema on the global map, she remains a symbol of grace, strength, and timeless talent.
Here’s to the woman who made us feel every scene and inspired a generation.
We celebrate you today and always!"
Happy birthday to you.

#GenevieveNnaji #NollywoodLegend #QueenGenny #Pioneer #AfricanExcellet

Read this with an open mind and have a rethink whenever you sees our security men especially the Army Navy and Air force..
*THE INVISIBLE WOUNDS OF THE NIGERIAN SOLDIERS*

By AH GULANI

The life of an average member of the Armed Forces is filled with confusion, sacrifice, and silent victimization both from within and outside our homes. While we are seen in public as symbols of courage and strength, behind closed doors, we are slowly fading shadows in the lives of those we fight to protect, including our very own families.

Our children grow up believing it is their mother who loves them most , who pays for their school fees, buys their clothes, feeds them, and nurtures them. Why? Because they barely see us. Duty calls us away , first to distant deployments, then to conflict zones. We miss birthdays, graduations, recitals, and religious holidays. To them, we are only a voice on the phone or a pixelated face on a video call.

Yes, salaries are paid. But more than 70% of it goes to our families to ensure their wellbeing. We work ourselves to the bone to give them comfort, yet our physical absence plants a seed of emotional distance. Many of us have missed Sallah and Christmas celebrations not once, but for years because duty had other plans.

By the time we die, our children don’t truly mourn our absence, it is something they have already grown used to. Our portraits on the wall are nothing but a formal reminder of a ghost who was once a father. We didn’t share enough time to leave strong memories. Even our wives may God bless them feel more like widows during our service years. Out of 20 years of marriage, we might spend only 30% of the time with them physically. Our lives are lived through calls and blurry WhatsApp video chats.

Our children sometimes deny us when we go on leave, unsure whether to call us “Daddy” or “Sir.” “Daddy, when are you coming back?” becomes a regular question, and with time, even that curiosity fades.

Our parents and siblings pull at us from one side, demanding our presence, our money, our attention. Yet we must answer to the call of service. Our childhood friends have become distant leaders.Our local communities now seem foreign. We miss weddings, funerals, naming ceremonies, family meetings. We are soldiers always away, always missing.

Even our annual leave is swallowed by part time professional development, or security emergencies. We are sometimes posted to remote regions, where our tribe or religion is a minority. Yet, with integrity and patriotism, we serve diligently.

And yet, it doesn’t end there. We’ve been victims of love denied , women refusing our proposals, not because they don’t love us, but because they fear becoming widows too soon, or being wives to ghosts, only connected by mobile data. We build beautiful homes with luxurious interiors, but we end up sleeping in trenches under the hot sun , onboard a ship on tiny best shaken by deep sea waves or in swampy forests, faces buried in dust, eyes scanning for enemies, hearts burdened by longing.

We have watched our comrades dying, some with bullets to the chest, others in pools of blood, whispering the names of their wives and children. And still, we fight.

We are mocked by some of the citizens we swore to protect. “Na dem dey beat us useless people ,” they say. “Wetindem dey even do?” they mock. We walk into markets and are charged higher instead of being honored. We are ridiculed in the media when one of us makes a mistake, but our gallantry and battlefield victories go unreported. When we fall, headlines read. ‘’Two soldiers killed by unknown gunmen.” No names. No honor. No legacy from the citizens except the armed forces honor.

Even worse, our enemies have become more organized while our sacrifices are not appreciated. We protect the integrity of the nation, ensure others sleep with both eyes closed yet our own families are restless because they never know if we’ll return.

Where do you want a soldier to belong? What do you want us to be?

We are not machines. We are human. We are citizens just like you. We bleed, we cry, we miss our families too. We are not foreigners , we are your brothers, sisters, uncles, daughters, and sons.

So please, Nigerians, if you cannot love the soldier, then at least show compassion. Love us for the sake of our wives who wait endlessly. Love us for the sake of our children who only see us in frames. Love us for the sake of the country we are dying for.

Despite the ridicule and discrimination, we still love you. We can’t stand by and watch you suffer not because we are commanded to protect you, but because it is in our blood to do so.

We only ask for one thing in return, your understanding, and your humanity.

God bless you and remain favour from Almighty God.

Happy birthday to my grandkid

Legendary Vitalis Ndubuisi Marks 68th Birthday, 26 Years In Nollywood

I don even forget say today na Honourable footballinpidgin birthday na my banks remind me.

Di only man with 2,000 career goals.

Happy birthday to me and Onana

Today is my birthday and nobody have wish me Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to Erigga the paper boi.
The number one when it comes to rapping with pidgin English..

Wish him well fams