“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.” — Steve Jobs.
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One thing OnG posting taught me is that even people in women-centered specialties can still hold deeply male-centered views.
It’s disappointing, especially when you witness women’s struggles firsthand yet still speak about them dismissively.
K!lled by Fulani last night 😭
Rev.Choji, His wife and 2 kids
He was an ECWA pastor 😢
They are the spiritual parents of brother ya’u the Muslim Convert.
May God rest their soul
Keep Standing strong in the lord 🙌🏾
Neither death nor pain can separate us from the love of Christ
Students of Nnamdi Azikiwe University Teaching Hospital (NAUTH) Nnewi, School of Nursing stage a protest this morning over the shocking increase in their school fees from ₦90,000 to ₦580,000.
Two weeks ago today there was a snowstorm, and now there isn’t a trace of snow left. The sun is out, and it feels like the first true day of spring. I don’t even see anyone wearing a hoodie too. A quiet reminder that time moves on and seasons always change. ☀️🌱
I didn’t call my husband crying.
I called him angry.
It was 11:47 PM. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, laptop open, staring at an email that said my contract wasn’t being renewed. Just like that. Two years of overtime, weekends, skipped holidays — gone in one paragraph.
When he answered, I didn’t even say hello. “I lost my job.”
Silence. Not the awkward kind. The steady kind.
He said, “Okay. I’m coming home.”
He was on a night shift. I told him not to. I said I didn’t want him to risk it. I said I was fine.
He said, “You’re not.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard the door.
He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t start giving solutions. Didn’t say, “You’ll find something better.” Didn’t minimize it.
He just sat on the floor with me.
He ordered food because he knew I hadn’t eaten. He closed my laptop because he knew I’d keep rereading the email. He made a list the next morning not of jobs for me but of bills he could cover alone “for as long as it takes.”
The next week, I found out he had quietly moved money from his personal savings into our joint account.
Not because I asked.
Because he anticipated.
Months later, when I apologized for being “a burden,” he looked genuinely confused.
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no yours and mine when things fall apart. There’s just us.”
That’s when I understood something about marriage.
It’s not about who plans the best anniversary or posts the sweetest captions.
It’s about who sits on the kitchen floor with you when your world collapses.
It’s about who absorbs your panic without adding their own.
It’s about who turns “your problem” into “our plan.”
Marriage isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
And when it’s real, you don’t have to beg someone to show up.
They already grabbed their keys.
I used to have a friend who would text me at 2 or 3 am in the morning whenever she was fighting with her boyfriend. Not just quick messages either long voice notes, dramatic paragraphs, “please answer” calls back to back. Even when I had early classes the next day, I’d sit up in bed and respond. I’d talk her through every breakdown, remind her of her worth, tell her she deserved consistency and respect. Sometimes I’d stay up until sunrise just making sure she was okay.
This went on for months. It became normal for me to pause my own rest, my own peace, whenever she needed comfort.
One evening, after a really overwhelming day, I finally reached my limit. I wasn’t okay. I felt anxious and heavy and just needed someone to talk to. It was around midnight, not even that late compared to her usual crisis hours... so I called her.
She declined it.
A few minutes later she texted, “I’m out right now. Can this wait? We’ll talk another time.”
No follow-up. No “What’s wrong?” No checking in later.
That was the moment something shifted in me. I realized I had been showing up for someone who only saw me as an emergency hotline. I was her comfort, but she was never mine.
And that’s when it hit me: not everyone who leans on you plans to hold you back. Some people are used to receiving your energy, but have never practiced giving it. If you don’t protect your time, your sleep, your heart... people will take from it without even noticing.
Being supportive is kind. But support should never be one-sided.
A woman rejects your advances.
You stalk her to her home.
Drug her and rape her.
You then cut her vagina to simulate lubrication and "first time" sex experience.
You send her a text the next morning gloating and telling her she'll never get justice.
This guy deserves death.
This was one of the reasons my long-term friendship ended. You cannot be in unhealthy competition with me.
I have always been the kind of friend who puts you on, every opportunity I see, every resource I come across. But it was not reciprocated. Her excuse was “you know I don’t talk much, unlike you”. Torrh, how does being quiet translate to withholding information? ☹️
The final straw was an application we both submitted.
An email went out scheduling us for phone interviews. I missed the email. My friend received hers and said nothing. If she had told me, I would have checked my inbox immediately and seen my own date.
On my supposed interview day, a foreign number called me out of the blue. I picked up, only to be told it was my interview. Ah! I panicked. I wasn’t prepared, wasn’t even in the right place, so I asked for a reschedule. They declined. That was the end.💔
Still shaken, the very first person I called was my friend to warn her that they might call her too. Only for her to casually say, “Oh, I had mine yesterday.” 😳😳
The email came. You didn’t tell me. You had the interview. You still didn’t tell me.
Yet when I was blindsided by a call, you were the first person I thought of.💔💔.. Omo… that was when I knew it was over. I was deeply hurt.
And it wasn’t an isolated incident. There were many opportunities I only discovered later on her LinkedIn. Even reading materials that were never mentioned.
I told myself that in a world that thrives on information, I could not afford to remain in a friendship where information was being hoarded. I knew I had to walk away.
The sad part is that the damage bled into my next friendships. I started competing quietly.😞. I began assuming people were hiding things from me too.
Until I met a friend who healed me.
🚨BREAKING:
The Islamic State of West Africa Province, ISWAP, has continued to wreak h@voc on Christ!an communities in the Northeast, Nigeria.
This comes as ISWAP burnéd down a Christian village in Adamawa State.
A security expert, Brant Philip, disclosed this on Thursday in a viral video released by the térrorists.
“ISWAP released an image of one of the Christian villages in Adamawa State burning, alongside a statement saying that all Christians in Nigeria are legitimate targets, and they have an opportunity to “spare their bl00d” by converting to Islam or paying the jizyah tax to ISWAP,”
The move is perceived as ret@liation for recent joint airstrikes by the United States military against a terrorist enclave in Sokoto, Nigeria.
@POTUS@realDonaldTrump@RepRileyMoore@tedcruz@IntlCrimCourt@persecutionnews@cnni@WhiteHouse@UKUN_NewYork@Keir_Starmer@cjknowles1972@amnestyusa@alexstubb@netanyahu@Israel
A fire engulfed a building in Lagos State 6 days ago. The name of the building is Nigeria House building in Lagos.
As I write this tweet,
There are human beings trapped inside the rubble of the collapsed building.
FOR 6 WHOLE DAYS.
The Nigerian Media is silent.
The Nigerian Government is doing nothing.
THERE ARE PEOPLE TRAPPED IN A COLLAPSED BUILDING IN LAGOS FOR 6 DAYS.
Please kindly lend your voice!!!!
Let us not watch these people die!!!!
Sarah Achi, the wife of Venerable Edwin Achi, remains held captive for over 57 days now. She was kidnapped alongside her husband, who was tragically killed by the bandits while in captivity.
Shockingly, the kidnappers have posted mocking images of her and their daughter on social media, including on Facebook. Where is the action from our elite security units?
Where are @HQNigerianArmy@PoliceNG@OfficialDSSNG? It's time to prove your capabilities, do not let us down. Rescue Sarah Achi and bring her home immediately.
Once I went to a party with my wife, full of people she knew from her work but I didn’t.
A lady came up to us talking and after a minute or so, turned to me and said, “you must be her husband”…
I turned to my wife, with a confused look, “you have a husband?”
Should’ve seen the lady’s face
‘Spy x Family’ Author Tatsuya Endo on why he kills almost no one in the series:
"I’m a huge coward. Every time I think about killing a character, I start crying at my desk. My editor just pats my head and says, ‘It’s okay, leave them alive."
(Source: Jump Festa 2023 stage interview)