Doctor: What have you given the child since the convulsions started?
Parents: Nothing o. We just carried him straight to the hospital.
Doctor: but I can perceive something.
Parents: They only used herbs to wash his body.
(Doctor passes an NG tube)
Parents: Ah! we only gave one cup of cow urine concoction.
Every single time!!!
Please tell your doctor everything the child has been given or done before arriving at the hospital; herbs, concoctions, medications, enemas, anointing oil, anything.
We are not asking to judge you. We are asking because it can change treatment, and sometimes, save a life.
We are pleased to share the panelist lineup for our upcoming panel session
Our panelists for this session are:
👩🏾⚕️ Dr Adebisi Adeyeye - EM Resident, Mayo Clinic
👩🏾⚕️ Dr Simi Agun - EM Senior Registrar, UCH Ibadan
👩🏾⚕️ Dr Faith Ibu - EM Fellow, Mayo Clinic
FOR DESIGNERS
Reach out and we’ll send a guide to help you create your own filter.
We plan to reward creators based on how much their filters are used.
NOT A DESIGNER?
Send us your idea. If it fits our vibe, we’ll turn it into a filter and credit you as the creator
You can get a customized filter as an Event Host or Individual
FOR EVENT HOTS
Upgrade your event plan, then reach out to the @vuecamapp team.
We’ll send a template for your creative team, and all shots from your event will use that filter.
This was me years ago, I used to design filters for brands and artists on Snapchat and Instagram.
Those platforms never payed even when your filter went viral mostly because it’s not supported in Nigeria. You see with vue enhh…
This time last year I was off twitter cuz I didn’t match and I felt so horrible after all the work I put in and I felt like I let my people down 🥲
The journey can be painful and discouraging but the end is always sweet. Trust God (and the process)
Don’t give up
Guess what?🥺
I am absolutely excited to share with you that I got shortlisted for the 2025 LABARI POETRY PRIZE!
Yeah, congratulations to me & cheers to poetry.
Proud to see my fellow swans on the list.😁 @thepoeticswans
Have you read a poem today? Here is one👇
I have a new poem on @RattlePoetry: https://t.co/bSx7xdrQwD
This poem is in response to the gruesome massacre of over 200 people in a community in my local government some days ago. Feb. 3rd is a day I can't get off my head. Such a bad day.
May I attract someone who KNOWS how lucky he is to have me… and actually moves like it. No confusion. No bare minimum. Just effort, consistency, and appreciation every day. ✨L
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💪🏻