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I was involved in a gas explosion that had both legs burned. Both my legs were bandaged and for days I couldn’t walk.
My husband doesn’t know how to cook but before I said I was hungry, he would have ordered food.
One day he came home with two different pure aloe Vera extract gels and two pots of the aloe Vera plant. He said he heard that aloe Vera helps to heal burns..
The next day someone delivered a big bottle of honey .. my husband said. Another person told him honeys was good for burns but most honey they sold were fake so he ordered some from a vendor in the village that harvests the honey by herself… I asked how much he bought it.. he said it was expensive but I shouldnt worry, my healing was his priority .
On one of those days I couldn’t walk, I woke up in the midnight and needed to pee, my husband had worked till very late at night so he slept off in his work space. I called for him to come carry me but he couldn’t hear me, so I dragged myself to the bathroom in pain when I got back to the bed I had peed a little on myself and cleaning up without being able to walk or stand felt impossible… I immediately started to cry… my crying woke my husband up and he rushed into the room asking if I was okay… he kept apologizing for sleeping off in his work space while cleaning me up and cleaning my tears…
When a man is unkind he knows he is unkind. A kind man will never hold back or give excuses.
Anuoluwatimileyin Oko mi. God bless the day you gave me your party rice 😍😍
God!! God!!!
Do you understand how much happened to those ladies! It was more than the assault, it was the mob!!!!
They were mobbed like criminals!!!
Pure beastial vigor unleashed on them, in droves!
Can you even picture the horror???
A hand reaches for your breast. You try to swat it away, but two more are already there. You realize you can’t fight them all, so you stop attacking and go into a desperate, frantic defense. You cross your arms tightly over your chest, trying to shield your own body from a drive of invaders. You are a fortress under siege.
But that does nothing.
Five more pairs of hands reach to rip your top. Three more are tugging at your bra, the straps digging into your shoulders. They are prying at your locked arms, trying to force your chest open, while the rest of the mob is pushing and pulling you in a dozen different directions.
You are fighting to keep your bra on, for your dignity.
Your flight response is screaming. Your legs are making a run for it even before your brain can process the path - this is pure survival now. Dignity has taken a back seat. You leap, trying to break free, but they pull. You feel your top give way, the fabric shredding, and suddenly your breasts are feeling the cool evening breeze... exposed to the eyes of these rabid drove.
You are using every ounce of feminine strength, against all these pure masculine energy fueled by the frenzy of a mob and lust… just to keep your arms wrapped around yourself. You’re trying to keep your balance things are happening faster than you can process. You realize you’re losing, so you drop. You collapse into a fetal position on the ground, trying to become as physically small as possible. To disappear.
But before you even hit the ground, hands grab the waistband of your jeans. The fabric is trapped between their grip and your skin. They pull. You feel the denim and the lace of your underwear fold into a brutal, agonizing wedgie between the lips of your vagina - the searing burn of the friction as they tug.
And you’re confused because you didn’t steal, you did kill… you were just a woman, commuting.
I didn’t censor my words because I want it to read as uncomfortable as possible.
Because there is not a single place on earth, in all of human history, where a man has faced this type of coordinated, ritualized horror from a mob of women.
Women get raped for “culture”, they get raped as a “punishment”, they get raped for revenge, they get raped for “duty”, they get raped for “rituals”, they get raped for looking too good, for dressing too scanty, “asking for it”, for being a tease, for getting in a room with a man, for being a toddler, for being an old woman in her 70s, for daring to commute in a BRT, for daring to breathe…
God!!!!
Since amalgamation, we’ve been fighting over everything. who owns oil, who owns gele, who owns Ichafu and who owns Egusi.
Meanwhile none of us own stable electricity, clean water, or basic human rights.
We are fighting over the décor of a burning house
Recently, I was able to board a flight from a certain country to London and upon getting to the check in counter, I was told that there was a problem. They couldn’t board me because according to them, my UK visa (even though it was months from expiry) was no longer valid.
Don’t beat yourself up because you stood against injustice. That was what you could control.
If the person you stood for lied about it, it is their fault, not yours and they will pay dearly for it; with the worst kind of consequence.
I have been watching the conversations around Lent and Hallelujah Challenge, and honestly, I feel the need to speak — not from a place of attack, but from understanding.
I was once a Catholic. I was in Seminary. I desired to be a priest before life took a different turn. So I understand what Lent means. I understand Ash Wednesday. I understand abstaining from meat on Fridays. I understand confession. I understand the discipline and the doctrine.
And because I understand it, I also know this:
Lent is not just about what you remove from your plate.
It is about what you remove from your heart.
It is not just about avoiding meat on Fridays.
It is about crucifying pride, anger, dishonor, and hatred daily.
It is not just about going to confession every week.
It is about living in a way that reflects what Jesus did on the Cross.
Lent is a season of reflection on the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. A season of humility. A season of repentance. A season of examining your own heart.
So when I see some people on X dragging Nathaniel Bassey over Hallelujah Challenge, I ask myself — is this truly the spirit of Lent?
Hallelujah Challenge has been happening every February for years. It did not start yesterday. It did not start to compete with Lent. It has been a consistent altar of worship long before some of the loudest critics even joined it.
And let’s be clear:
He has never told Catholics to abandon Lent.
He has never preached against Catholic doctrine.
He has never forced anyone to choose between Lent and worship.
So why the dragging? Why the dishonor? Why the insults?
If you are Catholic and you believe that during Lent you should not sing “Hallelujah,” then focus on your Lent. That is your conviction. Honor it. Live it. Practice it with integrity.
But why attack someone who is simply leading worship?
You can: – Pause Hallelujah Challenge and focus fully on Lent.
– Participate in both quietly if your conscience allows.
– Or simply scroll past and mind your devotion.
Spiritual maturity means knowing that not every altar is yours — but you don’t destroy what you don’t attend.
The irony is this:
Lent calls for humility.
Yet some responses are full of pride.
Lent calls for repentance.
Yet some comments are full of accusation.
Lent calls for self-examination.
Yet many are busy examining someone else.
Dragging a man of God publicly, speaking with dishonor, and masking it as “defending doctrine” — is that truly the spirit of Christ?
Even within Christianity, there are different expressions of worship. The Body of Christ is diverse. Catholics have their traditions. Pentecostals have theirs. Evangelicals have theirs. The beauty of the Church is not uniformity — it is unity in Christ.
Maturity is understanding that conviction is personal.
Ignorance is assuming your conviction must control everyone else.
If something offends your doctrine, withdraw respectfully. That is strength.
But attacking, insulting, and misrepresenting? That reveals more about the heart than about theology.
As someone who has walked both spaces, I can say this boldly:
Lent should produce gentleness.
Lent should produce restraint.
Lent should produce Christlike character.
Not online warfare.
The world is already watching the Church. And when believers tear each other apart publicly, what testimony are we giving?
We can disagree without dishonor.
We can uphold doctrine without hostility.
We can stand firm without being rude.
And above all, we can remember that worship is not a competition.
If Hallelujah Challenge is not for you during Lent, that is okay.
If Lent is your focus, embrace it fully.
If you choose both, do it in sincerity.
But let us not reduce Christianity to online arguments and spiritual superiority.
Examine your heart.
Guard your words.
Represent Christ well.
Because at the end of the day, it is not about the programs
And if this season is truly about Him, then our character should reflect Him first.
I’ll be posting my company’s Graduate Trainee opening in the coming week(s).
Requirement is Bsc/HND (Upper/ 2’1 minimum)
We have technical and Non-Technical Tracks.
We will open it for just one week.
Watch this space!
Btw, I’m the Trainee Coordinator and L&D Manager
Bolt Driver: hello
Me: hello
Bolt Driver: you ordered a ride?
Me: yes
Bolt Driver: where are we going to?
Me: mentioned the place
Driver: how much is it showing?
You: N2500
Driver: I can’t go for that price oh. Pay N5500
Something seriously has to be done about PortHarcourt bolt drivers. That you’re taking bolt doesn’t mean you’re rich, that’s what they always think.
This might be controversial, but I agree with her. Thankfully, both of my kids chose business.
You have to listen to it all, and if you do, I would love your opinion.