This is a cry for help🤲
My neighbor got a masters scholarship in Mathematics at the university of Calabria, Italy
The scholarship covers her tuition, accommodation, meal and stipends
But she needs money for flight tickets, visa application, initial settlement cost and miscellaneous which is a total of €3,122 (4.9 million naira)
I’ve seen her toil, sacrifice so much to get here and we can’t afford to lose this opportunity 🥺
Gofundme- https://t.co/zDXg4v6faG
Dynaraise- https://t.co/1n6O0fXrEJ
Account number- 3126731920,First bank Adisa Blessing Fikayo
(You can support us through any of these accounts)
Pls help this dream come true🥺
Your RT will go a long way🤲
Please, RT
@OtitoNosike If you find someone who can actually hold an intellectual conversation even for just 30 mins, please hold them tight cos it's a pandemic out there.
There's the insane belief you'll have in yourself, that as you are going through your hard times - you'd be taking pictures and videos.
Because e too sure for you say, one day everything go blend.
One evening when I was a kid, my mom came home after a really long, exhausting day at work. She still made dinner for us. She put a plate in front of my dad.... scrambled eggs, a small salad, and two pieces of toast that were very clearly burnt.
I was sitting across from him and I noticed the toast right away. I remember thinking, “Oh no… he’s going to say something.” I waited for the complaint.
But my dad just smiled, picked up the burnt toast, took a big bite, and said cheerfully:
Dad: “Mmm. This looks great, honey. How was your day at school, champ?”
I was stunned. My mom looked at the toast, then at him, and sighed.
Mom: “I’m so sorry about the toast. I burned it. I was so tired and distracted…”
My dad reached over, gently squeezed her hand, and said softly:
Dad: “Honey, I love burnt toast.”
My mom laughed a little, still looking guilty. “You don’t have to say that.”
Dad: “I mean it. Burnt toast from you tastes better than perfect toast from anyone else.”
Later that night, after I brushed my teeth, my dad came into my room to say goodnight. He sat on the edge of my bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Me: “Dad… do you really like burnt toast? Or were you just being nice to Mom?”
He looked at me for a second, then smiled and pulled me into a hug.
Dad: “Let me tell you something important. Your mom had a really hard day today. She still came home and made dinner for us even though she was tired. She didn’t have to do that. So why would I complain about a little burnt toast? Burnt toast never hurt anyone… but harsh words can stay with someone for a long time.”
He ruffled my hair and continued:
Dad: “We have to learn how to appreciate what people do for us, even when it’s not perfect. It’s the intention that matters. Nobody is perfect, kiddo. But love is about choosing kindness anyway.”
That conversation stuck with me more than almost anything else from my childhood. My dad wasn’t just teaching me about marriage or food... he was teaching me about grace, gratitude, and love in the everyday moments.
If you took your soul as serious as Satan does, you would run to Jesus as fast as you could. If you only knew what's waiting on the other side of your final breath, it would terrify you. There is a heaven to gain and a hell to shun. There is no rest in hell, no big party, only excruciating torment. I urge you to prepare now for your eternity. Choose to commit your life to Jesus Christ while you still have time...
Imagine the joy that must have leaped from the heart of the person who first trapped light inside a bulb. Imagine the disbelief, then the joy, then the slow and almost reluctant acceptance that yes, I may have just done something impossible.
Imagine the smile that must have spread across Franklin’s face when he captured lightning and realized that something which had terrified humanity for centuries could, perhaps, be understood.
Think back to your own life. Remember when you wrote your first code, your first book or achieved something you genuinely believed was beyond you. Remember that feeling. That moment when reality briefly expanded and the world seemed larger than it had been a few minutes before. There are few feelings more intoxicating than discovering that what you once considered impossible was, all along, within the reach of your hands.
Now imagine experiencing that feeling repeatedly across a lifetime, achievement after achievement, impossible thing after impossible thing. What do you think would happen?
I love people who are intellectually omnivorous.
The kind who can discuss folklore, black holes, bird migration, poetry, and grocery store pricing in a single conversation without getting lost.
@Saamu_Eleja I love this mindset.
So far you know you're trying your best, why compare yourself with others?
It can hurt sometimes feeling you're lagging behind, but your timing is different.
pick a degree you don’t want to cheat. choose a city you don't want to flee. work a job you don’t want to quit. marry a person you don’t want to change. live a life you don’t want to escape.
That thread was necessary, as a girl in her young 20s I'm awakened to the fact that:
1. You can always be more
2. Whatever you pursued for undergraduate doesn't have to necessarily determine your Masters or PhD
3. Black women are more than the eyes meet
4. There's no academic limit, you can keep on going and going and going
So a letter to my 10 years self from now, "represent us well, Ik you can"