Now I Understand Why My Father Was Silent !

When I was a boy, I used to wonder why my father came home some nights so late, so quiet.
No smile. No stories. Just silence—and a heavy walk to his room.
Back then, I thought he was just tired.

Now I know better.
He was fighting battles he couldn’t explain.

He was broke, but couldn’t cry. 😭😭😭😭
He was sick, but couldn’t stop.
He was overwhelmed, but couldn’t show weakness.
Because men don’t get the luxury of falling apart.

The world is BRUTAL to men.
You either produce or perish.
No break. No vacation. No soft landing. Just pressure and expectations.

Provide. Protect. Lead.
Even when your back is broken and your soul is drained.

Now that I’m grown, I understand.
I see the pain he hid.
The nights he slept hungry so we wouldn’t.
The dreams he buried so we could dream freely.
The tears he held back so we’d feel safe.

To every man grinding in silence—I see you.
To every father sacrificing his health, his sleep, his peace—you are the real MVP.

To the fathers who died before they could witness their children's success—may your souls rest like warriors.

This is for the unsung heroes.
The men with cracked hands, bleeding hearts, and unbreakable spirits.

You are not forgotten.
You are not weak.
You are not invisible.

You are the reason families stay standing.

God bless our fathers.
God strengthen our sons.
And may we, as men, carry this legacy with honor.

Happy Father's Day to all men.

R.I.P to my beloved Dad.

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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.

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Listen up, Men! Women Can Sleep Their Way to Success—You Can’t

Let’s cut through the delusion—a woman can spread her legs and level up in life, but you as a man must grind for every damn thing you get. We’ve seen it over and over again—women using their sexuality to get money, jobs, cars, houses, and opportunities that men will NEVER have access to. If you don’t believe this, you’re blind.

Receipts? Let’s Talk Facts.

Burna Boy & Sophia Egbueje – This woman claimed Burna Boy promised her a Lamborghini in exchange for sex, and when he didn’t deliver, she went online crying about it. So, she was expecting a luxury supercar just for opening her legs. Meanwhile, you’re out here busting your ass daily for a used Toyota.

Amber Rose & The Rap Industry – Amber literally built an entire career by sleeping with famous rappers. She started with Kanye, then moved to Wiz Khalifa, and now she’s a celebrity without a single real skill or talent.

Bonnie Blue & OnlyFans – This woman brags about making £1.5 million in a month just by selling nudes online. She bought a £390K Ferrari while laughing at other women who struggle with actual work.

Instagram & TikTok “Influencers” – Half of these women do NOTHING but look pretty, yet they’re flown to Dubai, given designer bags, and paid to exist by rich men who use them as toys. Meanwhile, an average man with no skills, no hustle, and no drive is struggling just to make ends meet.

The Hard Truth: Men Must Earn Everything

No man is getting a Ferrari or a mansion by just looking good. Your looks don’t mean ****. Nobody cares about your charm, your smile, or your body. You are only as valuable as the money you make, the power you have, and the respect you command. If you’re broke, struggling, and lazy, nobody is coming to save you.

That’s why you must focus on building yourself—physically, financially, and mentally. If you waste time chasing women instead of chasing wealth, you’ll end up broke, frustrated, and powerless while watching women sleep their way to the top.

The Bottom Line: Accept Reality or Stay a Loser

Life isn’t fair. Women have shortcuts that men will NEVER have. It is what it is. But instead of crying about it, use it as fuel to grind harder. Build your empire, stack your money, and dominate your lane. The world doesn’t give a **** about weak men. If you want respect, EARN IT.

Slowing Down: A Lesson I Never Knew I Needed

I haven’t done this in a long while—writing from my heart. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved speed. Anyone who has ever driven with me or ridden in my car knows this. I love getting to my destination fast. I like getting things done quickly—my work, my cooking, even dressing up. Sometimes, I even apply speed when I kiss and… (lol, just joking).

But for most of my life, I never truly valued rest. I always thought slowing down was risky—that if I wasn’t moving fast, I was falling behind.

Look at me now. Life gave me no choice but to stop and rewalk my path, and surprisingly, it didn’t kill me. Instead, it gave me time to reflect. For the first time, I feel like a 25-year-old actually living, not just running.

I realized that a lot of my busyness wasn’t even for me—it was for others. And guess what? With or without me, life goes on. People survive, people enjoy, and the world doesn’t stop spinning.

I started thinking about the goals I had been chasing and the friendships I had been holding onto. And something hit me—not everything I was running after was as meaningful as I once thought. Some of the people I rarely spoke to were the ones checking up on me the most. Even when I could barely talk for more than ten seconds, they still called, just to hear my voice. They didn’t mind doing all the talking while I just listened. That alone meant so much.

On the other hand, the people I held closest, the ones I thought would show concern, barely checked in. Maybe that’s a reflection of how I’ve treated them too—who knows? Maybe, like me, they’ve been too busy to pause. Maybe they’ve been living the same way I used to—always rushing, always working, always too occupied to notice what truly matters.

Yesterday, I spent hours in the parlor watching Money Heist. I sat there glued to the screen, and honestly, it felt strange. It felt strange because, for the first time, I wasn’t working. I wasn’t running to the next thing. I was just… present. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. I used to be so busy that even something as simple as watching TV felt like a luxury.

Through all this, my family had my back. They always have.

I can’t wait to get better. And when I do, I have to apply a new approach to life. If I can’t finish something in a day, I won’t stress over it. No more rushing through life—no more speed in eating, cooking, dressing, or even driving (well, maybe I’ll make an exception for driving, lol).

But beyond that, this is my time to do things differently. To choose friendships wisely. To understand that not everyone has to be my friend. This experience has taught me that speed is fun, but it’s not everything. We rush to achieve things before anyone else. We want friendships to form instantly. We put pressure on ourselves to do everything fast.

But why?

What’s the hurry?

I’m not choosing speed anymore. No more deadlines that take away my peace. No more pressure to meet expectations that don’t even matter. I’ll rest when I need to rest. If the world will end because I slowed down, then let it end. If a friend doesn’t have the patience to build something naturally, then let them go. Because no matter what you do, some people will never be satisfied.

Friendship isn’t about constantly asking, “What have you done for me so far?” That’s the wrong way to measure it—especially a new friendship. And if you must ask that question, ask yourself the same thing too: What have I done for this person?

Friendship should never feel like a transaction, where we compare who has given more. Everyone is different. People express love in their own ways—some through words, some through actions, some through presence, and others through gifts. If a friendship no longer serves you, it’s okay to walk away. But don’t ruin it by turning it into a competition of who has done more.

True friendships aren’t about keeping track. They’re about mutual respect and understanding.

Pray for friends who are bold enough to tell you when you’ve wronged them instead of discussing it with outsiders who don’t even understand your relationship. Pray for friends who appreciate the simple things—togetherness, understanding, and love—without making it a contest of who is more romantic or available.

Because over time, things change.

And unfortunately, some people lack the foresight to see that.

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