“Your mouth works” is such a disturbing statement. It reduces a woman to a set of usable body parts and reinforces the idea that a man’s sexual needs matter more than her consent, comfort, or dignity.
Jonasi Gomora was operating on a level of madness that deserves academic study. 😭😂
This man was sleeping with his brother’s girlfriend/side chick, got his wife to sign divorce papers, reconciled with her immediately after, dumped the side chick after reconciling with his wife and children, went back to the side chick, got her pregnant with twins, then moved on to his daughter’s friend — a girl who was practically a daughter in the household.
As if that wasn’t enough, he was also sleeping with his brother’s wife… who later turned out to not actually be his brother’s wife but his childhood lover and original second wife, with whom he had a grown daughter. The child everyone thought belonged to his brother was actually his. 😭
What’s truly insane is that Joyce (his wife) and us, the viewers, were discovering these secrets together. Every episode felt like a group therapy session where we all found out our husband was mad at the exact same time. 😂😭
His approach to life was simple:
You’re pregnant? Children are a blessing.
You want to get married? No problem.
You lost a baby? You’ll heal and have another.
Got an STI? “I’m not dying today.” 😂
Need a house? Done.
Flowers? Absolutely.
You won’t give him what he wants when he’s in the mood? He has hands. 😭😂
You point a gun at him? Obviously you’re trying to kill yourself because his delusional mind cannot comprehend that anyone would want to kill him. You love him too much. 😭
It takes a truly dangerous level of grandiosity to look at a woman actively plotting your downfall and conclude:
“Poor thing. She’s struggling with the thought of losing me.”
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The moment you become an obstacle, he’s already onto the next woman.
You know a man is Evil Pro Max when all the women involved eventually stop competing with one another and start comforting each other.
At some point, the wives, exes, side chicks and baby mamas all realized they were victims of the same community project. 😭
And the replacement cycle was legendary:
Essie (his childhood lover and original second wife) was replaced with someone younger.
Joyce (his wife) was cheated on with someone younger.
Matipa (the side chick with the twins) thought she had won and secured her place as second wife, only to discover she was actually third wife… and then got replaced by someone even younger — his daughter’s friend. 😭😭😭
Every woman thought she was different.
Every woman thought she was the exception.
Every woman eventually discovered she was part of a rotation.
The man wasn’t building relationships.
He was running a relay race. 😂😭
The only people this weyrey didn’t sleep with were the maid, the mother-in-law, and us the viewers. 😭
Very, very mad man.
But beyond the madness, the writers did something remarkable with this series. What could have been a simple story about infidelity became a fascinating study of narcissism, manipulation, ego, power, and the emotional damage one charismatic man can leave in his wake.
The most impressive thing wasn’t even Jonasi’s endless scandals. It was how every woman was written with enough depth that you understood why she stayed, why she left, why she forgave, or why she fought.
You spend the entire series angry at Jonasi, shocked by Jonasi, laughing at Jonasi, and somehow still waiting to see what fresh nonsense Jonasi will do next.
The man is exhausting.
The writing is addictive.
And the chaos is elite.
Now I hear the series is based on a novel.
I must find it and read it because clearly the author woke up one day and decided peace was overrated. 😭😂
#ThePolygamist
The Polygamist is the first show I've watched where every plot twist made me respect the writers' commitment to wickedness.
Just when you think Jonasi has reached peak villainy, the show unlocks a bonus level.
At some point I stopped asking "why would he do that?"
The better question became:
"What hasn't this man done?" #ThePolygamist a standing ovation for the commitment to wickedness
After giving birth, a woman's internal wounds take six months to heal, 12 months for physical recovery, two years for hormonal balance, and up to five years to rediscover her identity. Relationships frequently fail during this time due to a lack of understanding. Be kind and patient with new mothers; they are facing more challenges than it appears.
I am Nigerian, and right now my dream is bigger than me.
Only about 4.5% of medical literature globally are represented on Black skin.
That means millions of Black patients are learning from systems that barely look like them. Medical students study diseases on skin tones that are not their own. Doctors are trained with visual references that often fail Black bodies.
That gap has consequences.
So I am deciding to build towards changing it.
I’m starting with a book.
But the larger vision is far beyond that. I want to help build software and medical visualization tools that make Black medical representation impossible to ignore.
This is not just about diversity aesthetics, this is about accuracy, education, visibility and better healthcare outcomes.
One day, I want a Black child studying medicine anywhere on earth to see themselves fully represented in what they learn.
And I believe we can build that future.
Prime, Netflix left Nigeria.
TikTok, Instagram doesn’t pay Nigerian creators because low priority, guess why?
Twitter, Facebook and YouTube pay way less per Nigerian viewer.
Roll outs, perks, only get to us after years of creators in other climes enjoying them.
There’s no light.
There’s no regulation of rent.
Data tariff increases depending on the network provider’s mood.
Fuel is 1300 per liter.
Fuel has become lighter, evaporates quicker.
5 liters of 2022 is not same as now.
But yeah!!! Bring your tax.
File your tax!
I won’t give you job but if you create one for yourself, I still won’t make it easy for you because I’ll make sure bulk of your money goes to rent payment and electricity. And things will also get ridiculously expensive because $1 is 1450 naira.
But yeah, FILE YOUR FUCKING TAX!!!
We pay VAT per online transaction.
We pay VAT per light purchase.
We pay VAT per every purchase or transaction.
But hold on… FILE YOUR TAX!!!!
And no matter what ridiculousness that happens, we swear that the “next one” that will “definitely” be our tipping point.
Bloody hell!
My coworker used to take the long way home every night. Two extra bus stops, more walking, more money, more time. One day I asked her why she didn’t just take the shortcut alley behind our building.
She laughed and said, “Oh, because a guy followed me there once and told me he could ‘do whatever he wanted’ and no one would hear me scream.”
So now, every night, she calls a male friend and pretends she’s on the phone with her “boyfriend.” Sometimes she even laughs loudly and says things like, “Yeah, I’ll see you in five minutes, babe,” even when she’s completely alone.
Not because she wants attention.
Not because she’s dramatic.
Because sounding “taken” and “protected” is safer than sounding like a woman by herself.
Men cannot even begin to understand the calculations women make every day just to get home alive.
Let me explain what this means so that you understand better.
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Sometimes tiny cells in our stomach get very stubborn and turn into bad guys called cancer. They grow way too fast and don't listen to the body's rules.
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But you see, these smart scientists in Korea didn't want to fight them with big scary bombs and bazookas like old medicines do. Instead they sat the cells on a wooden bench and said "Look here you stubborn cells, why don't you just remember who you really are and be good again?
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So they made a pretend computer twin of our belly cells. Just like a magic video game version. (something like that sha) so they played around in the game to find the three bossy switches that were making the cells stay stubborn.
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Those three bossy switches have funny names. They are MYB, HDAC2, and FOXA2.
Fantastic 3 lool
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The scientists turned those three mean switches Off. Poof.
And just like that guess what? The stubborn cancer cells were like "Ohhh… I remember now!
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Then they calmed down, grew up properly, and turned back into nice, normal belly helper cells. No more bad growing.
They then tried this in Mice, and the poor mice got better. The bad lumps got smaller because the cells stopped being the bullies they were.
It's like telling your barking Dog at home to shusss and calm down. And it actually calms down.
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This isn't ready for humans yet, as it's still developing. But it's going to help out someday. And well, a lot of people are gonna be wayyyy happier.
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Kudos to the scientists once again and I'm super happy about this development and the positive impact it's going to have on affected people 💪🏾💪🏾
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✍️ Vincent The Therapist
I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.
Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.
"It's okay," I said. "Take it."
He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.
I used to be a math tutor.
I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"
He nodded. "I don't get it."
I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.
The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.
The day after that, five kids came.
Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."
Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.
Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.
"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."
I'm not closing the bakery.
I think I finally found my purpose.
It's not cookies. It's community.
Tonight at Walmart, I watched a 5 year old boy ask a little girl if he could hug her because he liked her sweater.
She said, "No."
He smiled, "Okay! I like your sweater. Bye!" and ran back to his dad.
To his dad, he proudly said:
"I didn't hug her because she said no... but I told her I liked her sweater!"
His dad replied, "Cool, buddy!"
'...and they
went on shopping.
If a 5-year-old boy can understand consent and respect a "No," then so can every adult.
Can you please make this go viral for me ? I beg y'all 🥺🙏please.
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