MONDAY IN HOUSE NEWS

 Hailings.....

MONDAY MEMO

I hope that the weekend was good for you and that you relaxed well?

Make sure that you spend the rest of the day with positive people who don't make you feel as if you are stressing them out with your love Language....

Today i am so excited and relaxed.....*wink*

What are you having for lunch? I am having roasted fish and ice coffee...LOL......Waiting for my Bambino to bring me plantain....

I am making for them 'Irish' potato and protein sauce with yellow, red and green peppers and green beans and corn...Its yummy...

Enjoy the rest of your day......I am home all day today........

Planning to stroll pass Zeeone today.....

People around me are surprised that i don't switch to Zeeone anymore..I am like this with people as well oh, I switch when there is stress....LOL

God bless the rest of your day and night!

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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BV PINKY RECEIVES GIFT FOR HELPING YOUNG NIGERIANS LEARN

Compliments, Stella.

I am one of your silent BVs and will want to remain ANONYMOUS eternally

I will like to support Pinky's teaching initiative with a little gift of N50,000 - to buy teaching materials to ease his efforts and time, in imparting knowledge to the young ones. God shall bless him beyond his imagination, very soon.

I am passionate about education because it liberated me and my siblings from abject poverty growing up in Ajegunle  

Pls advise (you or Pinky) on the bank account details to transfer  the funds.

Thank you, Stella, for your platform. God bless you and family. 

Best regards.

Dr *********

I have sent my account details to you and will transfer to Pinky once i get it...Thank you and God bless...Do good and good will come back to you double measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over.....

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EMAIL FROM BV JOLLY/VICKY POSH

''Hi Stella, this is bv Jolly/Vicky Posh, 

I'm one person and the reason behind the change of blog ID is because I wasn't my real self. I was copying my lecturer's note to paste just so I could post something. I had to stop and be real with a different blog ID entirely. I have since stopped using the blog ID - Vicky Posh.
I have never scammed anyone neither have I ever made an attempt at it. I didn't indicate I changed my blog ID because I felt kinda shy as regards the fact that the blog ID (Vicky Posh) was mocked at; that I was copying one's work without reference. I'm not grooming any blog ID. Bv Jolly is my real self.
Lastly, I'm not a part of Ummugate''

Others who changed IDs informed me in case of stuff like this but you did not and its not nice.......Please let us know the next time you wanna change IDs..

Thank you

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TRADITIONAL WEDDING OUTFIT

''Please guys, how many outfits are needed for an Igbo traditional wedding? I plan on using three but very ignorant of when to wear each and what each outfit represents.Can anyone explain to me like a three years old the very important outfits for igbankwu and when to wear each''

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REAL LETTERS

Raise your hand if you’ve ever written a real letter… not email, not WhatsApp, not DM — I mean paper, pen, envelope, and stamp. When was the last time you did?
Once upon a time, love letters were a full-time job. We’d even spray perfume on the paper so the person receiving it could smell your affection. Now? One 'seen' on WhatsApp and the relationship is over.
But seriously, letters had soul. They couldn’t be unsent, edited, or deleted. Every word was raw, intentional, and permanent. Now we live in an era where “wyd” is considered deep communication.
So… does anyone still write letters, or are we officially in the emoji era forever?

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INHERITED PAIN AND GENERATIONAL RAGE

Most men cannot truly listen to the words of their woman without feeling triggered. This is not because they don’t care. It’s because of their unhealed childhood trauma.
Because this is how they were spoken to.
Because this is how their father spoke to their mother. Because this is the only family language they know.

They want to control. They want to rule over their woman—not out of strength, but out of fear. Fear of feeling small. Fear of losing power. Fear of being seen as weak.

So he raises his voice. He slams the door.
He avoids her gaze. He blames her softness for his chaos.
He punishes her words with silence.
He breaks her heart through anger and defensiveness— And then blames her as the cause of his own unstable emotions.

This isn’t love. This is inherited pain. This is generational rage trying to find a voice in a modern relationship.

The woman, on the other hand, speaks with longing. She doesn’t want to fight. She wants to be understood. She wants to be heard without being attacked. She wants to be met, not managed.

But he can’t hear that. He hears criticism where there is care. He hears disrespect where there is desire. Because no one taught him how to stay regulated in love. No one taught him that a woman’s truth is not an attack—it’s a prayer.

He doesn’t know that a conscious man doesn’t need to dominate. A conscious man doesn’t react, he responds. He listens even when it’s hard. He holds space even when it burns. He knows the voice of a woman is sacred—not dangerous.

But until he heals… Until he does the hard inner work… He will continue repeating the language of his father. He will continue confusing control for connection. And he will continue losing the very woman who came to love him fully.

A woman cannot shrink herself to fit inside a wounded man’s comfort zone. She was not born to be silent while her soul is suffocating.
She will try. She will cry. She will stay longer than she should.

But eventually, her spirit will leave the room even if her body stays.
And if he doesn’t awaken, he will wonder why her laughter died.He will wonder why her eyes stopped shining.

He will wonder what happened to the woman who once bloomed under his touch. And he will realize— She didn’t change. He just never learned how to receive her.

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WEIRDFACTS

----In 2010, officials in Tokyo went to congratulate the oldest man in the city, Sogen Kato, on his 111th birthday, but instead found his skeletal remains on his bed. He’d been dead for 30 years but his family had kept it secret to continue collecting his pension money.

----In Hong Kong, traffic lights are beamed onto the ground for people who can’t stop looking at their phones.

----In 2010, a 69-year-old woman from South Korea finally passed her driving test after 959 failed attempts.

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This is so freaking deep!!!