Eric Thread, Kumasi (2025)

21/05/2025

WOMEN THAT CAN DESTROY A MAN'S DESTINY!

Brutal Truths Every Focused Man Must Know Before It’s Too Late

You don’t need to sleep with a witch to be bewitched.
Sometimes, all it takes is the wrong woman in your space — and your life begins to move backward in slow motion.

She doesn’t need jazz.
She doesn’t need spells.
Her presence alone is enough to scatter your plans, confuse your mind, and bury your potential.

Let’s expose them one by one:

1. The Beauty Without Brains
She’s gorgeous. Face like art.
But when she talks, you realize: there’s nothing upstairs.
She adds nothing, contributes nothing — just eats your time, your money, and your peace.
Destiny doesn’t respond to makeup, bro.

2. The "Soft Life or Nothing" Babe
She has no hustle, no skill, no value.
She’s allergic to struggle, but wants to live in luxury.
And guess who will fund her laziness? You.
If you stay long enough, she’ll drain your wallet and call it “standard.”

3. The Forever Victim
She’s always sad. Always in crisis.
Always needs you to “be there.”
If you’re not careful, you’ll spend your whole life being her unpaid therapist instead of building your legacy.

4. The Seductress with No Substance
Every time she shows up, your sense disappears.
She knows what you like, and she weaponizes it to control you.
By the time you realize what she’s doing, you’ve lost your money, mind, and mission.

5. The Gold-Digger with Class
She doesn’t ask you for money directly.
She just positions herself until you feel guilty enough to pay for everything.
She’s not broke — she just prefers to live off you.
You’re not her man… you’re her business plan.

6. The Spiritually Dead Woman
You’re fasting. She’s twerking.
You’re praying. She’s gossiping.
You’re focused on God — she’s focused on TikTok.
Being unequally yoked is not just about marriage, it’s about direction.
She’ll lead you away from grace.

7. The "Miss Entitled"
She believes she deserves everything just because she’s a woman.
She wants a soft man, a soft life, and zero contribution.
She’s not a helper. She’s a queen without a kingdom — and you’re the fool who’s funding her fairytale.

8. The Toxic Feminist Clone
She believes all men are trash, but still wants a man to take care of her.
She argues more than she agrees.
She brings rebellion, not peace.
You think you’re dating her, but really, you’re fighting a movement.

9. The Ex You Refuse to Let Go Of
She’s in your past — but she still has emotional keys to your present.
You claim you’ve moved on, but her voice still influences your decisions.
Bro, close that door. God can’t open the next chapter if you’re still rereading the last one.

10. The One Sent to Waste You
Let’s be real — not every woman is from God.
Some were assigned by hell to delay you, distract you, and destroy your destiny through s*x, stress, or subtle sabotage.
Don’t just look at her face. Discern her spirit.

Final Word:
It’s not about hating women — it’s about protecting purpose.
A wrong relationship can cost you 10 years of your life.
It can drain your finances, destroy your peace, damage your name, and delay your calling.

So think:
Who’s around you?
What’s she costing you?
And where is she really leading you?

Because some women are not just distractions…
They are DESTINY DETOURS with pretty faces

~About That Street

21/05/2025

My mom lives with us. My son had a headache, and she gave him sobolo from the man of God on TV. My husband saw it, and it turned into an argument. My husband doesn’t like that man, but my mom sees him as everything. Currently, the two of them don’t talk, but that’s not even the main issue—rather, the Tom and Jerry story that unfolds in this house.

My mom wants to watch the man on TV. My husband would change the channel. I become the mediator. I’ve asked my mom to relax, but she sees my husband’s action as the work of the devil. So she wakes up early in the morning and sprays the house with one of the perfumes from the church, and my husband gets angry.

The latest fight was because my mother sprinkled water (she put in front of the TV) on the kids while they were sleeping, and my husband found out. He says my mother should leave. I support him, but I can’t show that I support my husband. I called my dad to come for her, and he said, “Since she’s been away, I watch proper TV and not that church. Keep her.”

He’s joking, but he knows he can’t make her go home.

So I told my elder sister to come for her. She’s not married, but she doesn’t want to because of the same issue. I don’t even know what to do to restore calm. These days, my mom sees my husband and goes inside her room. She doesn’t come out until my husband is out of the way. It’s working, but for how long? She’ll go. I can’t.

21/05/2025

'pls, I'm a very beautiful woman &, I'm in a very tight corner. I'm in a position where i can change the situation of my family's state,

A few years ago, my husband lost his job. Now, he is so poor that he cannot feed the family. I am the one feeding the family, & also paying school fees for my kids with the little money I make from my business. I sell drinks & pepper soup.

i have One of my this customers whom started frequencing my business place of recent. A managing director of a big company. i told him about my husband & of our condition right now begging that he givez my husband a job in his company. The man agreed to help my husband with a job, which is a very good job. and well paid job. this is good news

According to him, my husband will be given a car & a salary of almost 2 million monthly, but the man said he will employ my husband on one condition: that i must let him enjoy me. If I agree to sleep with him only once, in exchange for his help & he will employ my husband instantly. He said that I shouldn't tell my husband about it; & we should just do it secretly, & he will employ him immediately.

This is so tempting cuz, He has already prepared my husband's employment letter. In fact, in my presence when i went to his office, he told the other staff that my husband will start working there soon. Note that my husband is very poor & jobless, ,& you know opportunity comes but once. Should I just sleep with this man in order to remove poverty from my husband's life? He only Wants it once. its not even like it's something he's going to be asking over & over, its only once guys. Please, I'm confused, my head is hot, i haven't catch a minute sleep since yesterday."

-posting for guidance

21/05/2025

I’m a mother of two. My husband lives abroad, but he does his best to come home whenever he gets the chance. We are working on some building projects so he likes to be around to see for himself the progress we are making.

“It won’t be long now, we will finish one building and move in. Landlord wahala will become a thing of the past,” he often says.

He is a focused person. Once he starts something, he doesn’t let anything distract him until he finishes. That’s how I know he’s channelling all his resources into completing the projects.

Even last month, when he came home, he sat down and said, “Now, all our money goes into the buildings we’ve started. So we can’t afford to spend money on anything else, do you understand?”

When I nodded, he added, “This is why you can’t get pregnant right now. I need you to be careful, so that it doesn’t happen.” I understood his reasons and told him not to worry about another baby yet.

I am not on regular birth control because our marriage on long-distance. So I relied on the morning-after pill when we got intimate. Now, I’m finding out that I am pregnant again.

I shared the news with him yesterday over the phone. He was so upset. “We can’t afford another baby right now. I wanted us to finish our projects first before anything like this happens,” he yelled.

I feel ashamed of myself for disappointing him. For a brief moment, I contemplated getting rid of it. But I felt guilty for thinking that way.

We have two boys already. I keep asking myself, “What if this one turns out to be a girl?” Lord knows how badly I want a girl.

Under normal circumstances, this pregnancy should have been good news. But given the conversation my husband had with me before it happened, I can’t help feeling I have messed up.

I know he is angry, but he is currently back in the States. Maybe the distance will give him the opportunity to calm down eventually and accept the pregnancy. Or maybe it might make him withdraw from me for God knows how long. I am not sure what to do.

I work as a pupil teacher. Will it be a good idea to keep the pregnancy even if my husband decides not to get involved with child care expenses?

16/04/2025

My wife was a virgin too. She didn’t tell me until our honeymoon. She was like “Surpriiiiised!” I responded, “Fifiiii, why didn’t you tell me?” We dated for two years with a promise that we won’t do it until we marry. I mean for religious reasons but I wasn’t a virgin.

It took us five months to be able to go all in. I don’t want to be graphic here but it was a hustle and I think it was all my fault.

The first time, I thought it was going to be easy so I went all in and the pain got her seared. She pushed me off her and cried all night. The rest of our honeymoon was used to soothe the pain she was going through. From there, she closed up. Anytime I brought the conversation of s*x up, she got scared.

I tried the method in the books. I talked naughty to her while she was away at work just to prepare her mind for the action in the evening. I sent her nudes. I sent her clips of blue films. Anything to get her ready but this girl will come home and act like “Odeeshi, the trick didn’t work.”

So we had to bring in a counsellor. He couldn’t do much. Anytime my wife saw me naked, he told me to put a cloth on. the sight of my yinky traumatized her.

I stopped asking. I told her, “Whenever you feel like doing it, let me know. I will take my time. I will do my best so you have the best experience than the first.”

Weeks later, she said she was ready. I asked, “You’re ready or you just feel like doing it to make me happy?” She said, “Stop asking questions and do it.” Her face was squeezed as if she was already expecting the pain. I didn’t mind her. She said, “You see? It’s you who is running away ooo.”

Another day she came to lie on me. She told me, “Let me try it and see if it will go.” She’ll put the tip at the entrance, brush it and say, “If you give it a small push it will go ooo but don’t push too hard.” We gave it a try. She was directing it. “Go small…yeah, not too hard. Is it going?”

When I left everything to her terms, she finally came on top. One day, the whole thing went in after several tries. We both gave a huge sigh of relief. She said, “Don’t do anything. Let it stay there like that. If you try any move you’ll split me into two.”

We lay still, breathing hard and looking at each other as if to say, “Congratulations, we did it.”

From there it got easier. Today, if she calls for a match and I’m not able to deliver she makes fun of me; “You see your life? When I couldn’t do it, you were all over the place doing too known. I’m here. If you’re a man come and show your krakyi powers.”

Dear Grace, It takes patience. Don’t rush it. Two months is not too long. It’s not in your head as many say. Pain is pain and we all have different pain thresholds. Tell your husband to take his time and give yourself time too. The size of the joystick also counts. If he’s well-endowed, it makes things worse. It took me five months but here we are, as if we were not the couple who once had that issue.

16/04/2025

When I met Kofi, he was living with his parents. He was working and could afford a place of his own and be his own man, but according to him, his parents, especially his mother, kicked against his intention to move out of their house.

I was also living with my parents. I was only waiting to get married so I could move out to live with my husband.

When things started looking like we were eventually going to get married, I suggested we get our own place, but Kofi insisted we focus on the marriage and think about a place later.

We got married, and for several months, both of us were living separately in our parents' homes. That didn’t sit well with me. My parents also started complaining. Kofi wasn’t in a rush to get us a place of our own, so I took the lead. I told him, "If you are not ready to leave your parents' house, that's OK. I'm getting a new place, and I'll move there. Whenever you're ready, come and live with me."

I found myself a decent accommodation—a two-bedroom self-contained—and I moved in. He finally decided to move in but on the condition that his mom comes to live with us for a while. "For a while?" I asked. He answered, "Only for a while."

He came in with his mother, and that was when my problems started. I'm the wife, but the mother wanted to do everything for her son. She would wake up early in the morning, knock on our door, and ask her son what he would eat.

By the time we returned from work, my mother-in-law had already cooked and served. She would then go to our bedroom, sweep there, and lay our bed.

At first, I thought that was her way of teaching me how to take care of her son, so I had no qualms with it—until she overstayed her welcome.

I started complaining about her stay with us, but my husband barely did anything about it. She had lived with us for close to a year, and there was still no sign of her leaving.

Then one dawn, at around 2 a.m., we heard a knock on our door. We both woke up, looking puzzled. *"Is that your mom?"* Just before he could answer, the knock came again.
"Mom?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Is anything the matter?"
"Your windows are opened too wide, and the fan is too high. You might wake up with a cold. Lower the fan and close the windows a little bit."

I couldn’t sleep again. My mind wandered to weird places until I couldn’t keep quiet. I told my husband, "Your mom has to leave us alone. She has a husband, and you have a wife. I think it's about time for her to leave us so we can continue the rest of the journey on our own."

The following day, I took matters into my own hands.
I asked my in-law, "Kofi tells me you'll be leaving by the end of the weekend. Kindly let me know when you're ready. I have something for you." She responded, "End of the weekend? Nooo, I'm not leaving anytime soon."

I told her we needed to be alone to figure things out for ourselves. I praised her desire to help us: "You've been with us since the beginning. I've learned a lot from you. Maybe you're scared no one will take care of us when you're gone. Don’t worry. We'll manage."

She snapped! "Are you trying to push me out because you're the one who rented this place? Are you the one who takes care of me? Am I eating your food? You don’t even know how to take care of a home. You should be thankful I'm here and helping out."

I didn’t say a word. I was expecting Kofi to take it up from there, but he didn’t. He only sat there, scratching his head.

While at work, I called my husband and asked, "What are you doing about your mother's interference in our lives? You don’t see anything wrong with it?" He answered, "Don’t worry. Everything will be fine by the time you return from work."

When I got home, his mother was gone. He left with his mother. I couldn’t get it. I called his phone: "You went with her?" He answered, "What do you expect me to do? She's my mom, and I have to support her..." "Support her how? Isn’t that your father's job?" I questioned.

He blamed me for not understanding him. He blamed me for hating his mom. He blamed me for his mom's hypertension. He blamed me for everything that was wrong in his life.

It's been six months, and he’s not back home. He still lives with his parents, and I live here all alone. But very soon, things will change. I'll call for a divorce so his mom can keep him for good. I've seen men who are the sons of their mothers, but never in my life have I seen a man like my husband. What future do I have with a man like my husband? It's better he gets married to his mom than to stay in my life and waste it.
to stay in my life and waste

16/04/2025

One night, I woke up to a shadow falling over me. It was my sister’s husband. “Isn’t it too cold in here? Let me adjust the air conditioning for you,” he said. He lowered the temperature and left. From that night on, I kept the air conditioner at the setting he had chosen. Another night, I woke up to see him walking out of my room. I don’t know why he had come in, but I saw his back as he left. I wanted to call out and ask what he wanted, but I stopped myself. One afternoon, he had his way...

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