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The story of THE MOST STINGY WOMAN IN HISTORY

Hetty Green...the most stingy woman in history, her wealth is estimated at more than $2.3 billion. Hetty Greene was born in America in 1835. She was the only daughter of a wealthy businessman.

She inherited from her father a fortune estimated at $7.5 million. When she was twenty-one years old, she moved to live in New York to invest her money in Wall Street and was called the Wicked Witch of Wall Street.

She married a millionaire like herself, but still lived on leftover cakes and broken biscuits in grocery stores and argued to get a free bone for her dog every day!! Hetty Greene was a very miserable woman. She sewed underpants when she was 16 years old and did not change them or buy others until the day of her death.

She never spent a penny, so it was said that she never used hot water, that she wore a black dress that she did not change until it was completely worn out, and that she lived on eating a pie that cost only two cents.

Hetty caused her son to amputate his leg because when he broke it, she delayed treating it because she insisted not to She spent no money and kept looking for free medical attention.

Hetty Greene died in 1916 at the age of 81 in New York City, and was entered in the Guinness Book of World Records as the “most stingy person in the world.”

The cause of her death was a stroke due to a quarrel with her maid because the maid asked for an increase in her meager salary.

She died and left behind a huge fortune, and her children did not inherit her extreme stinginess, but rather they were generous to the point that her daughter built a free hospital with her money!! ☕️

So when I got back from work this evening, my wife told me that she quarrelled with my neighbour's wife. I was very shocked. This was the first time such a thing was happening. Both women had lived in peace since we parked in.

So I asked her what the problem was. My wife told me it was because of the rope where we dry clothes. My wife wanted to dry her clothes and my neighbor's wife wanted to dry her own clothes.

One thing one thing led to confrontation, and small thing one person said you insulted me and something something led to quarrel.

The husband of my neighbour's wife returned as I was still talking with my wife. And the hot-tempered wife of my neighbour began to shout at her husband.

"You better go and warn her husband to warn her. Go and warn the husband to warn his wife or else."

My wife wanted to go out to confront her but I held her back.

"I am home now. Don't go outside."

"If you won't allow me to go, then you better go out and tell her husband to tell his wife to shut her mouth or else I will come for her. Go now and tell him. Go and tell him o."

My wife was angry. She entered the bedroom in anger.

I opened the parlour door to peep outside, at that moment I saw my neighbour also opening the door to come out. I thought the man was coming to warn me as his wife instructed. But he didn't. He came to me and said.

"Uncle Praises, I am sure you have heard about the drama."

I nodded.

"Yes, I have."

"My wife is very wild. I will not sleep this night if I don't do what she wants. She has asked me to warn you. I don't know if we can just act the drama small. I will warn you and you will beg me to calm down. So I can go in and sleep well."

"Ha no na. If you warn me and I start begging you, you will be sleeping well in your house and my wife will think I don't have power. She will insult me all night for begging you. Your wife will think you are more superior."

"So what do we do now?"

"Let us warn each other. You will warn me and I will warn you. When we warn each other seriously, we then go inside the house and we both can sleep. That way both women will know we stood for them."

My neighbour agreed and we started the fire.

I warned him very seriously. He also started warning me. Soon we were shouting at the top of our voices. His wife came out of the house and my wife also came out. He ran to carry Hoe, I followed the backyard and brought a machete. My wife started begging me to go inside. His wife was also begging him to drop the hoe.

That was how we both entered inside the house and locked the door.

There was silence in the compound.

My wife kept rubbing my chest and telling me to calm down. While she was still rubbing my chest and head my neighbor sent me a text.

"It worked o. Thank you, sir."

I told my wife tk fetch me cold water to drink.

When she stood up, I replied back.

"You owe me a nice Jollof rice and complete big Chicken

I was still typing my message when my wife shouted from the kitchen.

"But Praises, you have hot temper o. Small rope quarrel women are having, you carried machete."

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*SHACKLES OF MY HUSBAND*
By Olowojesiku Deborah Iyanu

Episode 1

As I walk to the podium to receive the certificate of my doctorate degree from Harvard University and also the award for being the best student, tears couldn’t stop falling from my eyes. At last, I was able to bag a doctorate degree as and I am now a Ph.D. holder at the age of forty-five. I watch my children smile happily as they accompany me to the stage to receive my certificate and award.

Ohh pardon my manners, let me introduce myself to you. I am Uloma Ejidike but my friends call me Ulo or Oma for short and I have a story to share, a heart-touching one that might probably bring tears to your face but please, you don’t have to weep because of me, I am now a successful woman but then, I wasn’t successful with love. So, follow me down memory lane but don’t forget to pick your lessons.

I got married at sixteen or should I say I fell in love at sixteen, a mistake that changed the course of my life forever. I was in SS2 when I met Teacher Emeka, he came into our village after being employed as our mathematics teacher, he hails from the neighboring village.

Being the most brilliant girl in my class, I was appointed to be the class captain hence, I was in charge of submitting assignments and reminding our teachers that it was time for them to teach us. Teacher Emeka was the youngest of all our teachers and his jovial attitude made him the favorite of every student. There was never a dull moment during his classes hence, this helped a lot of students excel in mathematics. I took a liking to him but not to the point of wanting to be his woman.

After his period one afternoon, I took our classwork to him for marking but then he sat me down and began to profess love to me. Being shocked was an understatement of what I felt at that moment, dating Teacher Emeka was the last thing I ever imagined but then, he sweet-talked me into going into a relationship with him.

Ohh! Teacher Emeka was so sweet, he practically swept me off my feet that I just had to give in to him. He showed me what love was, he bought me things I never imagined I could ever have. My mathematics score skyrocketed which made my father so pleased with me.

From the inception of our relationship, he promised to wait till we get married before we become s*xually intimate and I agree that was super cool because my dad had warned all his daughters to avoid intimate relationships with the opposite gender.

I dreamt of becoming a medical doctor and Teacher Emeka promised to help me achieve that which further increase the love I have for him. Then, something happened, it was his birthday and he needed me to give him a huge birthday gift. What do you think it was?

Episode 2

Teacher Emeka was going to be twenty-six in two months and he made me understand that a lot of people would be giving him numerous gifts but mine must supercede theirs.

A month before his birthday, I went to the boutique in our village where I purchased a very beautiful polo, a jean, and a white canvas to match. I spent a fortune but I didn’t bother since I wanted my gift to supersede whatever they would be giving my boyfriend. I had them all wrapped in fancy nylon ready for delivery.

Teacher Emeka’s birthday came and after school, I went to his apartment in the school quarters to deliver the gift to him. Of course, I had been going there and it had always been under the guise of going to submit assignments to him. This particular day, a female teacher saw me going in the direction of the male quarters and stopped me, she tried to know my reasons for going there and I made her realize that I wanted to submit assignments to Teacher Emeka. She looked at me with disbelief written all over her face and warned me to be very careful, she even ordered me to submit the books and leave immediately. Ohhh, how I wished I had listened.

I heaved a sigh of relief when she finally let me go and when I got to Teacher Emeka’s apartment, I explained the incident to him then, I brought out the birthday gift I had bought for him. He was happy I got something that beautiful for him but he made me realize that he wanted more and when I inquired what he wanted, he came closer to me ****an action that sent a signal to every part of my body. I got carried away, I knew what we were both doing could land us into trouble and I wanted us to stop, but this other part of me wanted us to continue.
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A part of me was reminding me of my father’s warning, but another part of me told me to continue. I was brought back to my senses when I felt a piercing in between my thighs. Jezz, I had lost my virginity to Teacher Emeka at the age of sixteen.

When Teacher Emeka was done, I lay on his bed crying not because I didn’t enjoy every bit of it but because I was afraid of becoming pregnant. First, my dad would skin me alive and second, my dream of becoming a medical doctor would be thwarted. Like he knew what was going on in my mind, Teacher Emeka assured me that I won’t become pregnant because he used protection, it was as if iced water was poured on my troubled soul.

He gave me some pills to help ease the pain in between my thighs. Ohh, I felt loved and cherished. I began to feel like getting married to him but my dad would never let that happen as he had sworn that all his children will get quality education.

After that day, I began to have this great urge for s×x, I would visit Teacher Emeka after school just to have my s*xu@l appetite satisfied, and that he did. I began to grow in size but my parent felt it was a result of eating too much and probably pubertal changes.

When the school vacated, I told my dad that my mathematics teacher would be taking me extra classes to help boost my mathematics score in Jamb since I needed a high score in both Jamb and post-jamb to be able to study Medicine at the University. My dad who was delighted approved my going to his apartment for mathematics lessons, only if he knew we never opened any mathematics textbook, only if he knew that the tutorial was happening on my body.

To be continued........

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*I GOT PREGNANT WITHOUT HAVING S*X WITH MY HUSBAND*

I don?t know how I got pregnant without having s*x with my husband ? Divorce-seeking woman tells Kwara court

A divorce-seeking woman, Taibat Abubakar, has told a magistrates’ court sitting in Ipata, Ilọrin, Kwara State, that she can’t explain how she got pregnant without having s*xual in*******se with her husband, Abubakar Salihu.


“He said I should marry him but I said no because I don’t love him. But he insisted and said whether I liked it or not I didn’t have a choice over his proposal,” she said.

"Then suddenly he called me one day saying that I am pregnant for him and that I must not abort it. Though surprised, I didn’t take it seriously until I didn’t see my period at the end of the month without having s*x with him.”



He paid my dowry and I have had a child for him, but I don’t love him anymore."

Taibat, who prayed the court to dissolve the marriage, demanded N10,000 monthly for the feeding of the child and also urged the court to order the estranged hubby to pay the child’s school fees.



Salihu denied the submissions of Taibat, saying that she initially refused his advances, but that they later got along.

“We consciously had physical s*x and not in a dream or in the spiritual realm as she has said,” he said.



The Magistrate, Ajibade Lawal, told the couple to maintain status quo until the next adjourned date of July 25, 2023.

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How power fails!
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O GODWIN, HOW ART THOU FALLEN!

O Godwin, where are your backers, protectors and soldiers today? You enjoyed the ride and thought it would last forever. Yet now its all over.

The hunter has become the hunted and the tormentor has become the tormented.

The troubler of Nigeria is now the troubled and the source of our collective pain and tears will himself feel pain and shed tears.

How great and mighty is our God and how faithful He is to His promise and to His word.

O Godwin, with your cheap green tie, fading suit and wry smile you poked your greedy, grubby little fingers into Nigeria's eye.

Like a drunken sailor and feckless dullard you boasted of your strength and wielded power with impunity as if there were no tomorrow.

Now reality has hit you in the face and you stand shamed, bowed, bloodied and naked before the world. You caused the death of many. You made men and women take their own lives.

You caused mothers and fathers to regret having their children. You caused Nigerians to strip themselves naked in public places and rant, rave and lament about their suffering and hardship.

You caused women to weep for their men and men to weep for their women. You caused millions to lose their self-esteem, self-respect and dignity and to sell their souls to Satan to make ends meet.

You brought a great and mighty nation to its knees and turned 220 million proud, hardworking and noble people into powerless, pitiful and grovelling paupers and beggars.

You caused law-abiding, loving and dutiful youths to turn into violent arsonists, terrorists and subversives out of despair, anger and frustration.

You caused men and women to burn down banks and public buildings and you caused Nigerians to lose their life's savings, beg for bread and walk the streets penniless with no more than 200 naira in their pockets and to their names.

O Godwin, son of Emefiele, like Lucifer Son of the Dawn, you have finally fallen.

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O GODWIN, HOW ART THOU FALLEN!

O Godwin, where are your backers, protectors and soldiers today? You enjoyed the ride and thought it would last forever. Yet now its all over.

The hunter has become the hunted and the tormentor has become the tormented.

The troubler of Nigeria is now the troubled and the source of our collective pain and tears will himself feel pain and shed tears.

How great and mighty is our God and how faithful He is to His promise and to His word.

O Godwin, with your cheap green tie, fading suit and wry smile you poked your greedy, grubby little fingers into Nigeria's eye.

Like a drunken sailor and feckless dullard you boasted of your strength and wielded power with impunity as if there were no tomorrow.

Now reality has hit you in the face and you stand shamed, bowed, bloodied and naked before the world. You caused the death of many. You made men and women take their own lives.

You caused mothers and fathers to regret having their children. You caused Nigerians to strip themselves naked in public places and rant, rave and lament about their suffering and hardship.

You caused women to weep for their men and men to weep for their women. You caused millions to lose their self-esteem, self-respect and dignity and to sell their souls to Satan to make ends meet.

You brought a great and mighty nation to its knees and turned 220 million proud, hardworking and noble people into powerless, pitiful and grovelling paupers and beggars.

You caused law-abiding, loving and dutiful youths to turn into violent arsonists, terrorists and subversives out of despair, anger and frustration.

You caused men and women to burn down banks and public buildings and you caused Nigerians to lose their life's savings, beg for bread and walk the streets penniless with no more than 200 naira in their pockets and to their names.

O Godwin, son of Emefiele, like Lucifer Son of the Dawn, you have finally fallen.

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QUITE EMOTIONAL!

I receive more than 1,000 letters and mails every month, at office.

All of these letters and mails pass through my own hands.

I stay up all nights reading and responding.

After my promotion.

I had to move into a new office and take over some special duties, coupled with the ones I have already.

I saw written letters that were dumped somewhere inside the new office which no one has opened nor touched.

I wondered how the letters got there.

The envelopes used for the letters were very dusty. About nineteen letters from the same person.

It has same name.

Same phone number.

Same address.

Same request.

And same handwriting.

When our cleaners wanted to dispose them, I told him to bring them for me.

I opened and read one.

It was a letter written to the accounts and finance department of our company by a labourer in November 2019.

The letter was a request.

The worker was humbly requesting the head of accounts department to pay him, that he is critically sick and needs the money for urgent treatment. In the letter, he stated that he had hepatitis which affected his liver.

I read the second letter. It was the same request. Looking at the letters, one will know that it was written with tears. The drops of tears were still visible on it, since the letters were inserted in an envelope.

I read the third letter and saw the same thing.

I read the fourth letter and it was still the same request.

He has been writing and sending in letters since November 2019 and the last letter there was written on 10 August 2020, which the writer stated that the accounts department should have mercy on him and his family and unblock his line and answer his calls.

It was confusing.

Who blocks people's lines here?

I decided to call.

I used my phone and dialed the number on one of the letters I was holding, which was the last letter written on 10 August 2020.

It ranged.

No one picked.

I dialed it again.

It ranged again.

Someone picked.

I spoke first.

“Hello,” I said, “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.” a female voice answered. It was the voice of a middle aged woman.

I told her my name and where I was calling from.

She kept quiet.

I told her that I am calling to speak with the person who bears the name on the letters.

She started sobbing over the phone.

“He is lying down here.” She cried.

“Who?” I asked to reaffirm.

“The person you want to speak with.”

“Can I speak with him, please?”

“He can't talk again. He is only breathing. He can't move. He doesn't even know that someone is sitting beside him. I am his wife. We have been writing letters and calling but you people said we should not disturb you people again. Our lines was blocked. His money was withheld. We sent people to you people's office but they came back with nothing.” She cried, “We are just waiting for him to go and rest.”
I couldn't say a word.
I was just dropping tears because of the way she spoke.
She continued.
“He is dieing day by day. The person receiving our calls and letters threatened us not to write or call again. My husband have been a worker in you people's company for more than seven years. He laboured there. He worked as if the work was his life. He didn't miss any day even when he was sick. But see how he has been abandoned. What has he done to deserve this treat? God sees everything. We have been going around to ask for money but no one wants to help. We have to leave town and return to the village. No money to treat him. No money to eat. No money to pay rent. I spent my business money and nothing...” She sobbed.
I guess there was an error somewhere.
Maybe something I am not aware of was or is happening. The company I work for are not known for this.

I asked her their village and home address.
She told me.

I went there.
A village between Osino and Begoro. I lost my way a number of times before getting to their house.
I saw the man.
He was lying down on a mat in front of their house. The wife was sitting next to him on the mat. She was chasing flies around him. She just finished cleaning him up in front of that place.
He was looking dried and tired.
No emotion.
No movement.
He can't talk.
He can't hear.
His eyes were just open, as it gradually rotates.

A middle aged man.
At his early fifties.

The sickness have taken the greater part of him and has left him dropping tears bit by bit which his wife was constantly cleaning.
I guess he noticed that an external body was there. I don't know him nor when he was working with us.
I don't also think it was only the sickness the wife told me that brought him down to that state. What I saw was more than liver disease.
I and the wife spoke, as she cried, saying;
“Even if he dies today, I am already comforted. He needs to go and rest. He has suffered a lot. Maybe, I will join him later. I have nothing else. I just came to this world to bury people I love.”
I left there with tears.
When I got home, I sent foodstuffs and beverages from my house to them because I had no money with me.
I spoke to my own boss about the man.
I also met the head of accounts department who has been approving the man's salary every month but the accountant in charge was not sending it down to him, since he noticed the man was not coming to ask for it. He was taking it. He was also close to the man, so the letters and calls were going directly to him. The man was using him as a middle man to reach the head of accounts. My pain arose more when I found out they were both from the same community.
He has been signing and collecting the man's money for about two years now.

He was arrested and charged.

He payed off the money in a day from his life savings.
He was then suspended.
But I have made an enemy for myself.
An enemy that doesn't know that he is an enemy to himself.
Two of our Directors visited the man and his wife. He was admitted into the hospital last weekend.
This morning.
I received a call.
It was the man's wife.
Her voice choked on the phone.
She was sobbing.
Bitterly.

She then spoke.
“Thank you so much. Thank you so much for fighting for my husband. Thank you so much for your efforts. At least I heard his voice again. He smiled at me. He has gone to be with the Lord. God bless you, Sir.”

*Today:*

My take: Who are you sitting on his/her salary, progress etc who are you assassinating his character, because you're envious of him? This speaks volumes about who we are, as individuals (Pastors, CEOs, Elders, company Committees, Church members, etc), as a Nation, the problem is not all about President, Governor or anyone else, but all of us, as a people. Some people are more wicked than the devil. The change we want to see must begin from US.*

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ALL CHILDREN ARE RELEVANT

On this day, some time back, I had given two packs of female condoms to a young married woman to help in family planning.

It is wrong for me to do that without her husband's consent, yes; I was clouded by emotions.
She was 23 years old with 4 kids; all girls, the last being a few months old.

They lived in a shack; those houses, made from wood or condemned zinc. She was also my mums customer.

That evening, the husband, a security man, came to my mums shop with a machete, flung the condoms at me and called me a devil for trying to misled the wife.

I apologized sincerely and told him to understand where I was coming from but he only got angrier. I told him to space his children.
He said, "Na God dey give pikin!"
He said there was nothing like family planning in the bible.

I took my condoms back.
I'm looking at them as I write.

A few days later, she came to mums shop to ask for things on credit.
Mama refused to release anything to her.
"Since they want to have many children, they should have a means to provide for them" mama said.

Fast forward to some months later, she was heavily pregnant again, her last baby, just over a year old.
They were still living in that shack and buying things on credit.

When I asked her why she took in, she said the husband wanted a male child and threatened to marry another wife.

She gave birth at home. Twin girls.

They continued living in that condition.
She was either at the shop assisting mum to roast fish for sale(she then takes free foodstuff home) or, she's sweeping peoples compounds for a little sum.

She got pregnant again some 7 months ago and I felt terrible.
"Woman no be pikin!?" I screamed at her on Saturday, while we were roasting fish in the evening.

She said she wanted to try one more time.
"Aunty Fy, if na only one boy I born, my husband go happy, e go dey proud"

I shook my head and watched her moving sluggishly, dragging her big belly.
She was sick and I asked her to visit the hospital. I referred her to a doctor friend.

On Sunday, she crossed my mind and I decided to do something for her this Christmas season.

Yesterday, I bought a basket of local-foreign rice, a bottle of groundnut oil, some tin tomatoes and spices, some Okrika clothes for the kids, packaged them and said I'll give them to her when I come from work today.

I had come back from work, freshened up, took the polythene bag and dashed off.
My mama called me back and asked where I was heading to.

I told her.

Mumsi took the bag from my hand and told me to sit. I did.

Mumsi said, "Ifeomachukwu, Mama Chikamso don die! She die this morning. Them say na convulsion hol am, blood begin pour out from her nose and mouth"

My blood ran cold.
"What of the pikin?" I stuttered.

"When doctor comot am from the belle, e don d die, na girl"

My fingers started shaking. I felt small all of a sudden. My head became light. Somebody I saw on Saturday evening. Someone I joked and laughed with.

25 years old, 7 children and dead.
I went into my room silently and bawled.
Are girl children not children too?

17th December, 2017, I had given her a means to stay alive.

17th December, 2019, Mortuary!

Life as it is, is a very big pot of beans.

ALL CHILDREN ARE RELEVANT

On this day, some time back, I had given two packs of female condoms to a young married woman to help in family planning.

It is wrong for me to do that without her husband's consent, yes; I was clouded by emotions.
She was 23 years old with 4 kids; all girls, the last being a few months old.

They lived in a shack; those houses, made from wood or condemned zinc. She was also my mums customer.

That evening, the husband, a security man, came to my mums shop with a machete, flung the condoms at me and called me a devil for trying to misled the wife.

I apologized sincerely and told him to understand where I was coming from but he only got angrier. I told him to space his children.
He said, "Na God dey give pikin!"
He said there was nothing like family planning in the bible.

I took my condoms back.
I'm looking at them as I write.

A few days later, she came to mums shop to ask for things on credit.
Mama refused to release anything to her.
"Since they want to have many children, they should have a means to provide for them" mama said.

Fast forward to some months later, she was heavily pregnant again, her last baby, just over a year old.
They were still living in that shack and buying things on credit.

When I asked her why she took in, she said the husband wanted a male child and threatened to marry another wife.

She gave birth at home. Twin girls.

They continued living in that condition.
She was either at the shop assisting mum to roast fish for sale(she then takes free foodstuff home) or, she's sweeping peoples compounds for a little sum.

She got pregnant again some 7 months ago and I felt terrible.
"Woman no be pikin!?" I screamed at her on Saturday, while we were roasting fish in the evening.

She said she wanted to try one more time.
"Aunty Fy, if na only one boy I born, my husband go happy, e go dey proud"

I shook my head and watched her moving sluggishly, dragging her big belly.
She was sick and I asked her to visit the hospital. I referred her to a doctor friend.

On Sunday, she crossed my mind and I decided to do something for her this Christmas season.

Yesterday, I bought a basket of local-foreign rice, a bottle of groundnut oil, some tin tomatoes and spices, some Okrika clothes for the kids, packaged them and said I'll give them to her when I come from work today.

I had come back from work, freshened up, took the polythene bag and dashed off.
My mama called me back and asked where I was heading to.

I told her.

Mumsi took the bag from my hand and told me to sit. I did.

Mumsi said, "Ifeomachukwu, Mama Chikamso don die! She die this morning. Them say na convulsion hol am, blood begin pour out from her nose and mouth"

My blood ran cold.
"What of the pikin?" I stuttered.

"When doctor comot am from the belle, e don d die, na girl"

My fingers started shaking. I felt small all of a sudden. My head became light. Somebody I saw on Saturday evening. Someone I joked and laughed with.

25 years old, 7 children and dead.
I went into my room silently and bawled.
Are girl children not children too?

17th December, 2017, I had given her a means to stay alive.

17th December, 2019, Mortuary!

Life as it is, is a very big pot of beans.