Business minded, Christian, Chelsea Football ⚽ Fan, Opened to new opportunities. Life itself is Cruel but being a Nigerian is more Cruel. Our Government Failed
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💪🏻
“Marriage found me when I was just 19. It wasn’t my choice—my parents arranged it. At first, I was scared. I didn’t know how to love a man I didn’t choose. But as time passed, love grew. We spent 23 years together. He was sick for 15 of those years, and in 2000, he passed away. We had three beautiful kids, and I adopted five more. One of them died, so now I have seven. I never remarried. I wanted to stay with my children and raise them well.
Today, people take too long fixing themselves, yet marriages don’t last. In our time, our parents chose for us, and we stayed committed. I’ve told my children never to think of divorce. I raised my daughters to be respectful and my sons to be responsible. That’s how I built a strong home through hardship, love, respect and sacrifice”
~ Patience Ozokwor ❤️
Muslim mindset: “I’m fasting, don’t eat in front of me or I might be tempted.”
Christian: practices self-control and doesn’t make a public show of fasting.
Muslim man: sees a woman who isn’t fully covered and says, “Cover yourself or I’ll be tempted.”
Christian man: sees the same thing and says, “I need to guard my heart and discipline my eyes so I don’t sin.”
Christianity deals with the heart. We emphasise self-discipline and self-control. Islam, on the other hand, tries to control the environment instead, asking others to change because the individual hasn’t learned to master himself.
When the heart is truly transformed, temptation loses its power. Self-control means taking responsibility for your own desires, not placing the burden on others. A disciplined heart governs the flesh, not the other way around.
Breaking: Report reaching me has it that a Kaduna high court has sentenced Victor Solomon popularly known as Zidane to death by hanging for murder.
Zidane was arrested by the Elrufai led government in 2018 for defending his Adara community against Fulani terrorists attacks.
He was charged for murder in two different state high courts which one of the courts acquitted him of the charge while the other now condemned him to death.
Why should same charges be filed in two different state high courts?
This is another case of self defense getting the death sentence in Nigeria.
In October 2025, I visited Zidane in Kaduna prison where he assured me that since one court had acquitted him of the same charge, the other will do the same. Zidane was wrong, he believed too much in the compromised judiciary where judges dish out sentences based on the accused faiths.
@GeneralSnow_@BOGbadams So true, thanks for shedding this light..... You said it all, the rich and the poor are poor alike in situations of emergencies here in Nigeria. So sad but is it true. We are all suffering it together
No matter how rich you are individually as a Nigerian, we are all collectively poor. Very poor.
You only realize this during emergencies. A fire breaks out and there is no fire service. An accident happens and there is no first aid, no ambulance, no system.
Today, a world boxing champion like Anthony Joshua was involved in a car accident and not a single ambulance showed up. Someone that rich and globally known. People only gathered around him like it was a carnival. No safety measures. No trained response. Just chaos.
An accident that claimed two lives o!
Last month, an aide to a sitting governor was stabbed at a political event.. Somebody lifted him on his shoulder ! Such a gory sight!
Still no ambulance
Not even for a governor’s aide.
That is real poverty.
In Nigeria, money does not save you in a crisis. Influence does not protect you. When it matters most, everyone is poor.
To the rich and influential Nigerian who thinks demanding a better country is for the poor masses, one day you will understand. In an emergency, you are just as poor as the rest of us.
Nigeria is poor.
Poor poor.
RIP to the dead and wishing Anthony Joshua quick recovery.
@ElinaMia34 Happy birthday Elina, you don't have to sad since you're alive to see this your 50th birthday. Thank God and continue your peaceful part in life
"They found the coats on Thursday morning.
Fifteen winter coats. Good ones, not garbage. Hanging on the chain-link fence outside Lincoln Elementary. No note. No explanation. Just coats, zipped up like ghosts waiting for bodies.
Principal Morris freaked out. Called the police. "Could be stolen," she said. "Could be some kind of prank."
But then Kayla Martinez, eight years old, said her mom worked nights cleaning offices and couldn't afford a winter coat this year. She'd been wearing three hoodies layered up. She touched a purple one on the fence, the right size, and whispered, "Can I?"
Mrs. Alvarez, the PE teacher, said yes before anyone could stop her.
By lunch, all fifteen coats were gone. Fifteen kids who'd been shivering through recess were warm.
The next Thursday? Twenty coats. Different fence, same neighborhood, outside the community center. Then thirty coats appeared at the downtown shelter. Then blankets. Then winter boots.
No cameras ever caught who did it. No social media claims. Just... coats. Every Thursday. All winter long.
The news picked it up. Called them "The Fence Angel." Interviewed grateful families. But nobody knew.
Until March.
Old man died, Earl Hutchins, seventy-one, lived alone in a basement apartment on Fourth Street. When they cleaned out his place, they found receipts. Thrift store receipts. Hundreds of them. He'd been buying every decent winter coat he could find, spending his entire disability check, and hanging them up at night.
His nephew found a journal entry, "Lost my son to exposure in 2004. He was homeless, prideful, wouldn't take handouts. Froze to death behind a dumpster wearing a T-shirt. If I put coats on a fence, nobody has to ask. Nobody has to admit they need help. They just take it. Dignity intact."
I'm Kayla Martinez. I'm sixteen now. That purple coat got me through fourth grade. I never knew Earl. Never got to say thank you.
But last November, I took my babysitting money to Goodwill. Bought six coats. Hung them on that same fence.
My friends saw. They bought coats. Then their parents did. Then the high school started a coat drive, not for a bin, for the fence.
Last Thursday, there were 200 coats. Scarves too. Gloves. We call it "Earl's Fence" now. There's one in Detroit. One in Manchester. One in Vancouver.
I never met the man who saved me from freezing. But I'm becoming him, one coat at a time.
Because the best kind of help doesn't ask for credit. It just hangs there, quiet, waiting for cold hands to find warmth."
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Let this story reach more hearts....
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By Mary Nelson
My Daughter’s Christmas Gift for our Church.
She spent 1 month making this and she asked me to show the world…
Please be kind, she’s going to see the comments ♥️
(Its a mosaic of glass beads)
“And the Muslim militant attacks against the Christians in Nigeria, that too must end and it must end now. To all our Christian friends around the world, know that Israel will always stand by you.”
- Benjamin Netanyahu
@ogundamisi You're a very foolish person to say this? Are his children bigger than those hungry children in this country? You're a mad man, under age children that are living an extravagant lifestyle with tax payers money. You're a fool to say this. Your brain dey inside your anus, rubbish
@Ihunanya_chi Cuddles, now I understand the word better that says don't be too much in a hurry to draw conclusions. Initially I wanted to just go to comment session and drop some bombs for you, something told me to read to the end, and when I did, I felt good and I was smiling. God bless you