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So yesterday PCOS was renamed to PMOS. After 11 years and about 22,000 people fighting for it.
If you’re one of the women who was told to just lose weight or come back when you want children, the reason it was renamed is going to make a lot of things make sense.
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SIMPLE THINGS YOU CAN DO WHEN SOMEONE HAS A SEIZURE
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SADLY, THESE THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TAUGHT AT PRIMARY SCHOOL LEVEL!
When the Body Shakes, Let Kindness Hold It: A Small Manifesto for Seizure First Aid
If a person is having a seizure, the first gift you give them is not medicine and not miracles, but calm, and calm is a language the body understands. Stay with them, and breathe as if your breath can lend theirs courage.
Panic is loud and clumsy, but presence is deliberate and kind. Gently move objects away, and if you can, guide them to the ground, because safety is sometimes nothing more than clearing a small space in a crowded world. Turn them onto their side and loosen what grips the neck too tightly, because even dignity needs air.
This position keeps the airway open and keeps fear from becoming choking. And then, quietly, begin to count, on your phone, on your fingers, on the soft metronome of your heart, because time, in seizures, is not an abstract thing; it is a decision-maker. It tells you when to wait and when to call for help.
Do not put anything in their mouth. Do not hold them down. Do not try to outmuscle the storm. And please do not offer food or water while the shaking is still speaking. Most seizures will end the way they began, suddenly, and without apology. What the body asks for in that moment is not interference, but space; not heroics, but safety.
When the seizure ends, remain.
Say gently, “You’re safe. You had a seizure. I’m here.” They may look at you as if waking from a strange country, tired and confused, and this is normal. Let them rest, because recovery is not dramatic, it is quiet, and it is human.
Call emergency services if the seizure lasts more than five minutes, or if it is their first, or if they are injured, or pregnant, or if another seizure arrives too quickly after the first. And share this, because knowledge is a form of love, and one day, in a bus or a church or a living room, you may be the calm person someone needs.
TWO BROTHERS WHO WENT TO COURT FOR THEIR MOTHER
People usually think that when siblings go to court, it must be about inheritance or land disputes. But this true story from Saudi Arabia is completely different and truly moves the heart.
An elderly man named Hizam Al-Ghamdi had to stand in court against his own younger brother. They were not fighting over money; instead, each of them insisted on taking responsibility for caring for their frail, elderly mother.
Hizam argued strongly that he wanted to continue caring for his mother as he had always done, saying that she was his very life. But his younger brother disagreed, believing that Hizam himself was already old and needed rest.
The courtroom became emotional as both brothers pleaded before the judge for the honour of caring for their mother. Unsure of what to decide, the judge brought their mother in and asked her to choose.
Her answer touched everyone-she said she could not choose, because both of her sons were like her left and right eyes. Since the mother could not decide, the judge had to rule based on reason.
The court eventually granted custody to the younger brother due to his younger age and greater strength.
When the decision was announced, the atmosphere became sorrowful as Hizam broke down in tears.
He did not cry out of fear or anger, but because he felt he had "lost" the precious opportunity to continue serving his mother in her remaining days.
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I used his idea to organise a strike in school. And it was successful.
No one was caught, and we unearthed a pedophile, changed diet, and got a new bus.
When the school admin spoke about it with parents, my mums knew exactly what had happened.
Your fear is justified. And your instinct is correct. There is something bigger at play. But it is not a hidden conspiracy or a secret plan. It is a transition happening in plain sight.
For decades, the Kenyan state has maintained a delicate balance. It has been a violent, extractive machine, but it has always worn the mask of a democratic republic. It ruled through a combination of theft and the illusion of popular consent.
That era is over. The "open recklessness" you see is not a sign of madness. It is the sound of the mask being dropped.
The regime's calculus has changed. The pressure from its foreign creditors has become greater than its fear of its own people. It has concluded that it no longer needs your consent to govern; it only needs your submission. Its power no longer rests on the myth of legitimacy, but on the brute, naked loyalty of its security forces.
The open brutality serves two purposes: to terrorize the public into silence, and to reassure the police that they will be protected, no matter what they do.
So, what you are witnessing is not the prelude to a crisis. It is the crisis. It is the state shedding the final vestiges of its democratic costume and choosing to rule as what it has always been underneath: a simple, brutal machine of coercion, designed to protect the elite and service its debts.
The scary thing is not that there is some secret plot. The scary thing is that there isn't one. This is it. This is the new reality.
Before Goma fell to M23 rebels, I met women abandoned by UN peacekeepers after fathering children with them. Lured by promises of a better life, they were left to fend for themselves. My story is now running across BBC platforms.
Produced by @KenMMungai & filmed by @TonyIrungu5