My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS.
That is, I live with sickle cell disease.
My parents are both AS.
Oh, they They knew.
They were told.
They still married.
They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences.
I am the consequence.
I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear.
In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different.
By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat.
At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell.
We were both SS.
That day changed me forever.
My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…”
But the damage had already been done.
Sometimes I forgive them.
Sometimes I resent them deeply.
Both feelings live in me.
In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior.
What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode.
They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate.
And Relationships?
That’s another wound.
I’ve been loved… briefly.
The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly.
One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested.
Then one day, he stopped calling.
That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed.
Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other.
I am strong, yes.
But I am tired.
If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that
I didn’t ask to be a lesson.
But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters.
That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!.
Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻
I woke up this morning with a single line playing in my head: I fought my father’s fears and won.
Saying this now still sounds unreal, because that’s not the kind of child I was meant to be.
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The Bethlehem manger wasn't random; it was prophetic.
A lot of folks don't realize that when the Bible talks about Jesus being laid in a manger, the Greek word for it is "phatne," which just means a feeding trough. In Bethlehem back then, these were often carved from stone.
What's really striking about this is the shepherds around there. They raised lambs specifically for Temple sacrifices. Right after birth, they'd check each lamb for any flaws and put the perfect ones in a manger to keep them safe from getting hurt, since only spotless lambs could be used in offerings to God.
So here comes the Lamb of God himself, placed in the exact spot where those sacrificial lambs were protected.
And who do the angels tell about his birth? Not rulers or religious leaders, but these shepherds, guys who knew all about sacrifice, blood, purity, and flawless lambs.
When the angels said, "You'll find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger" (Luke 2:12), it clicked for them right away.
This wasn't some ordinary child. He was the ultimate Lamb, the one who'd remove the world's sin. From day one, Jesus was set apart for sacrifice, not by people, but by God.
"Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world." (John 1:29)
*Jesus is the reason for the season.
Merry Christmas!
This lady I was involved in her chaotic situationship in 2017 called me few weeks ago and i was so happy to hear from her.
A little back story..
At 19, this young lady had 6 abortions within a relationship of 11 months. A larger part of her relationship then was done in cohabitation.
👇👇👇👇
I did not cohabit, and living with my husband has undeniably been the best experience of my life so far.
How many people do you envision cohabiting with before deciding to marry?
The ultimate cost for your life was the blood of Jesus. Why would you diminish its value by engaging in a “trial and error living”?
Choose to marry a partner who loves God too much to hurt you.
Choose a partner whose character reflects the transformative power of the Holy Spirit through evident displays of godly conduct.
Commit to personal growth and transformation, striving to become mutually deserving of one another.
Never settle for societal norms that does not align with your core christian values.
God has raised “Sons and Daughters”!!!
You deserve the best and you’d get God’s best.
Rooting for your love life ❤️
I met Denzel Washington today while he was sitting in a train station (probably on a break from filming) and while I stared and gawked at him he asked if I was gonna stand there being pretty or come take a picture… naturally I took that to mean he called me pretty!
By Popular demand
I tried to do a detailed list of some top kidney destroyers I noticed in young people and how to prevent (with input from some of my colleagues)
Please share and read if you see this. Thanks
@Dorisalways022 @MaverickThamani Mine forgot my first birthday...I'm the first born...celebrated birthday the wrong month and date for 17years till I saw my birth certificate...
I still don't understand how my mom also forgot😭
Oh and I'm very loved btw