My husband used to think the "laundry fairy" lived in our house. He’d leave his dirty clothes exactly two inches away from the hamper, drop wet towels on the floor, and when I asked him to put them in the basket, he’d laugh and say, "It’s not that deep, you're picking them up anyway."
So, I stopped picking them up. I only washed the clothes that were actually inside the hamper.
A week later, he looked relieved for exactly two seconds when he saw me folding a fresh pile of laundry, thinking his clothes were in there, right before I said...
I was not prepared for that level of thoughtfulness from anyone today let alone a male coworker who had no reason to even get involved. He heard a problem and just quietly solved it and made sure I wasn't embarrassed in the process.
His girlfriend is lucky honestly. The bar is on the floor for men in 2024 and this one brought a stepladder and climbed right over it.
We love an evolved king. We really do.
So I got my period at work today with absolutely no warning and went around asking all the women in the office if anyone had anything and nobody had a single thing.
One of the guys overheard me and said he had pads in his car because he keeps them there for his girlfriend for emergencies.
And then he went out to his car and came back and handed me a pastry bag.
This man had put the pads inside a pastry bag so nobody would know what was in it. To save me the awkwardness of walking through the office visibly carrying pads. He thought about that. On his own.
And it wasn't just one, he gave me two because I had an eight hour shift and he did that math himself apparently.
I was not prepared for......
At an aquarium in South Korea, after closing time, some clever little otter pups help their grandpa tidy up their toys. As a reward, he gives them ice cubes
My friend lost his wife this afternoon around noon.
We took the wife to the hospital together because he had to sit with her at the back while I drove them to the hospital.
She was energetic even joking with her husband that he was too afraid,the ride to the hospital was fun because I was enjoying the conversations.
While we were in the hospital,they rushed her into the labour room and suddenly we started hearing she was having difficulty giving birth and that they would need at least 4 pints of blood.
We got the amount of blood that was needed,as at that time my friend had already spent over 3million naira on bills and other things in the hospital, because the hospital is one of the best in Abuja.
We were outside waiting for the good news when the doctor came and met me and my friend telling us they tried everything but she died.
My friend almost fainted, I was holding him,then I asked the doctor what about the baby,he said the baby is alive but in the incubator.
This was how we lost a very energetic,playful and lively lady.
My friend has not said a word up till this moment I'm typing this.
We all are just here for him,none of us knows what to even say to him.
Right now we are just here for him.
May God keep protecting our women during child birth.
@AnaelDiary Painful lesson. Sacrificing your future for someone who won’t pause theirs is the quickest road to regret. Choose yourself boldly — your goals won’t abandon you.
My Monday rant is that women should stop prioritizing marriage over their career.
How can you close down two businesses to move in with a jobless husband because your family said you are getting old at 30?
Another mutual declined a fully sponsored scholarship because her fiancé isn’t ready to travel and her parents supported the fiancé .
God have mercy on us
25 girls will not be sleeping at home today. They will be alone in the forest with the worst scum. Sit with this news, deep it. We cannot continue this way. This cannot continue. Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun.
“To young Nigerian feminists, pls do not use feminism to justify your wickedness. Some of these young women, when I talk to them, they sound really mean and I say, 'You know what, this isn't feminism:
You are just really nasty.”
-Chimamanda N. Adichie
I schooled in Kaduna Polytechnic, Tudun Wada.
KadPoly is the biggest Polytechnic in West Africa.
There are about 50 mosques in KadPoly but just one Chapel for Christians. Even inside hostels, there are mosques.
The Christian Community begged the school authority to give them just a plot of land to build a Chapel with their own money, the school blatantly said NO.
FCS, NFCS, and NIFES share one Church, and they are always having misunderstanding because one fellowship stays beyond thier allocated time.
The like of RCF, WCF, DCF, and co, use classrooms for services, and the school authorities always caution them to stop it.
I also schooled in BUK (Bayero University, Kano).
BUK and ABU Zaria, are the two biggest schools in the North, if not in Nigeria.
There are more than 100 mosques in BUK but no single chapel as at when I was in the school.
Christian Students pray outside—even in the rain. Classes are prohibited.
I once asked "Why?" and I was told that the then Emir of Kano said that not even the president (GoodLuck Jonathan) can lay a block in BUK in the name of building a chapel.
In many departmental fellowships, students always turned down the position of fellowship presidents, secretary and other positions that put them in limelight because some lecturers who are extremists in their religion could fail them.
Many departmental presidents stayed two to three extra years in school, not because they legitimately got carryover in their courses but because they are presidents.
There's one St. Augustine Catholic Church behind Ajegunle Hostel in Tudun Wada. It is the only "stubborn" Church in the heart of Tudun Wada and it is always burnt at every given opportunity by extremists. Many of their priests and members have paid the ultimate prize because they refused to relocate the Church.
Reverend Father Borogo Vitues, the then chaplain in KadPoly was recently kidnapped and k!lled by Fulani herdsmen.
The Church in the North is being persecuted, suppressed and suffocated.
It is strategically planned by elites and meticulously carried out.
We don't enter churches here in the North without being searched thoroughly because of su!c!de bombers.
Oh, Southern Churches, I'm happy for your freedom and liberty to serve God without fear of "we may not go out of this church alive."
Christmas is approaching, at least one or two Churches in the North will be bombed by terror!sts.
There's Christian Genocide in Nigeria. It is not CLAMOURING as many people assumed.
But Esther, Listen to this, because you are in the palace does not mean you are safe. If you don't fight for your brethren being slaughtered outside now, soon, it will get to the PALACE, and it'll be your turn.
Just as @SpiricocoNg said, you are not safe or special. You are on the menu. It's only not your turn yet.
I have never come across a kid that suffered so much like Ochanya.
Sh returns from school 2pm.
Victor returns home by 3 and then forces himself on her.
He continued raping her for months.
Then one day, the Father came home and caught his son raping the innocent girl with tears in her eyes.
Instead of stopping his son in his early 20, he pushed the son away from her, and climbed the innocent girl.
The next day, the man returned home very early from work to wait for the girl.
Immediately she arrived from school, he began to rape her. His son walked in, and took turn.
It continued for years.
Father and son raping a girl of eight years turn by turn, year after year—tell me something more cruel and barbaric.
The little girl from 8 years became 10, and became very sick.
The aunty, Winifred's mum found out, but she kept shut. When the doctor's test results came out, she hid the results.
Yes, she's an accomplice.
At the early stage of discovering that Ochanya was sick, it would have been easier to treat, but she deprived her treatment.
While the girl was sick, it didn't stop Winifred's Father and brother from still raping her.
For five years, nobody in the family reported the case to the police.
It was Ochanya that opened up when she was already dying, but Mr. Andrew like a Nigerian politician still fought his way through the case.
Ochanya finally d!ed at 13, guess what! Winifred's Father influenced the doctor's autopsy.
That's how heartless humans can be.
Winfred is living her career. Victor, the rapist is living his dream career. The rapist-father is still a lecturer teaching teenagers. (Imagine a rapist among teenagers).
But they deprived Ochanya her dream of becoming a medica doctor.
Now look at the smile on Victor's face, but another family would weep at the thought of his actions.
How do they sleep in that home knowing that they are all rapists, murderers and accomplices?
Until Justice is served, we remain Ochanya's voice.
Ochanya deserves justice.
Silence in the face of injustice is INJUSTICE—and evil.