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[Doctor Of The Future™ @g_diets_]

11.2

That was her fasting blood sugar on a Sunday morning.

She checked it because she felt dizzy coming out of church. Her friend had a glucometer in her bag. She tested.

11.2.

She did not know what the number meant. She just knew it was high because her friend’s face changed.

She was 39.

She had never been told she was diabetic.
She had never been tested.

She just lived her life, ate her food, and assumed everything was fine because she did not feel sick.

But her body had been talking for months.

The tiredness she blamed on work.
The blurred vision she blamed on her phone.
The thirst that never stopped, no matter how much water she drank.
The tingling in her feet at night she called “stress.”

All of it was sugar.

All of it was insulin resistance that had been building for years without a single test, a single warning, or a single question about what was on her plate.

When she reached out, I did not start with a meal plan. I started with a question.

“Walk me through your typical Sunday.”

Church at 8 am.
Back home by 12 pm.

By 1 pm, the Sunday rice was ready.

Big plate.
She always added plantain and meat fried in seed oils on the side.

Then she rested.

By 5 pm, she had pounded yam and egusi. Four wraps.

By 9 pm, she was eating chin chin and drinking malt while watching a film.

Every Sunday.

The same pattern.

Three heavy meals.
Two of them starch dominant.
No vegetables.
No gap between eating and sleeping.

Monday through Friday she ate moderately.

But Sunday was her reset.
Her reward.
Her “I deserve this” day.

And every Sunday, her pancreas was absorbing a hit it could not recover from before Monday arrived.

We did not take away her Sunday.

We restructured it.

Two meals only.

Her first meal moved to 1 pm after church.

Sunday rice with half the portion.
Vegetables first.
Protein second.

Her second meal before 7 pm.

Pepper soup with fish.
Light. Clean.

The malt and chin chin disappeared.

Because she understood what they were doing.

Eight weeks later, her fasting sugar dropped to 7.1.

Not perfect.
But moving.

Fourteen weeks.

5.8.

Her doctor looked at the number and asked what medication she was on.

She said none.

He did not believe her.

She showed him her food diary.

He said, “Continue.”

She called me that evening and said,

“I wish someone had asked me about my Sunday plate five years ago.”

Her words, not mine.

What if the day you think is your reward is the day your body pays the highest price?

If you want help restructuring your meals and protecting your health, reach out on WhatsApp [phone] for a well-structured meal plan tailored to your reality. Share and tag your friends.

[Doctor Of The Future™ @g_diets_]

HOW TO ENJOY PUFF PUFF WITHOUT GUILT

Step 1: Buy your ingredients.

Step 2: Mix the batter. Let it rise for 45 minutes.

Step 3: Heat your oil. Not too hot, not too cool.

Step 4: Drop the batter in small rounds. Watch them float and turn golden.

Step 5: Remove when golden brown on all sides.

Step 6: Place on a paper towel to drain the excess oil.

Step 7: Admire them. They look perfect.

Step 8: Now throw them in the bin.

Because that is refined wheat flour, sugar, and seed oil shaped into a ball and deep fried. There is no version of puff puff that is harmless.

Zero fibre.
Zero protein.
Zero nutrients.

Just a glucose bomb wrapped in oil.

Nobody has ever eaten “just one” puff puff. And that is the trap.

One becomes three.
Three becomes seven.

Your pancreas does not know it is “small chops.” It just knows insulin has to spike again.

Puff puff is not a snack.
It is wheat, sugar, and oil in its most addictive form.

Stop romanticizing it. Your body is paying for every single one.

If you want guidance on what to eat instead, reach out on WhatsApp [phone] for a well-structured meal plan. Share and tag your friends.

[Doctor Of The Future™ @g_diets_]

Mekwe is a Health Indicator.

Your sex life is not separate from your health, it’s a direct reflection of it.

Struggling with low libido?
No desire?
Vaginal dryness?
Pain during sex?
Erections that don’t last?
Or just a silent disinterest in intimacy altogether?

This is not just “one of those things.”
This is your body ringing the alarm.

Let’s break it down:

Your sex drive is powered by your hormones, yes.
But those hormones don’t exist in isolation.
They are shaped by what you eat, how you sleep, how much stress you carry, what toxins you’re exposed to, and what’s going on in your gut.

So if mekwe is broken, start asking deeper questions:

How’s your gut health?

An inflamed gut leads to poor nutrient absorption.

Low zinc.
Low B vitamins.
Low magnesium.

These are foundational to testosterone, estrogen, and dopamine.
If your belly is bloated and your bedroom is quiet, they’re connected.

How’s your blood sugar?

Insulin resistance is a libido killer.

High blood sugar disrupts testosterone in men and estrogen balance in women.
It also damages blood flow and without blood flow, erections are fantasies.

How’s your stress level?

Cortisol is a thief.

When stress is high, your body prioritizes survival over pleasure.

It won’t let you desire intimacy because it thinks you’re in danger.
High cortisol = low libido. Every time.

How’s your liver?

Your liver processes hormones.

A sluggish liver means hormonal imbalance, water retention, mood swings, and low sex drive.
This is especially true for women. And most don’t know it.

Sexual Health is Foundational Health

Stop treating mekwe like it’s a separate department.
It is biofeedback.
It is your nervous system, endocrine system, cardiovascular system, and emotional wiring all showing up in one vulnerable moment.

So when you feel disconnected in the bedroom,
Don’t just pop a pill or fake the mood.
Ask yourself:

– What am I eating?
– What am I storing emotionally?
– What’s my sleep like?
– How is my body digesting life, food, and stress?

Because the body remembers.
It stores trauma.
It whispers through low desire, dry skin, tight muscles, and silence between lovers.

#MekweWeekend is not just about pleasure.
It’s about presence.
It’s about vital signs.
It’s about you listening to the part of your body that most people silence.

Your sexual health is sacred.
And when it starts to go dim, something deeper is being neglected.

So if you’re struggling, you’re not broken.
You’re being signaled.
And you can respond with food, movement, honesty, and healing.

Start with your gut.
Balance your blood sugar.
Support your hormones.
Reclaim your body.

Because when you heal the inside,
The fire returns on the outside.

You are welcome.

Don’t forget to reach out for a sexual health and fertility diet plan.
Share this post and tag someone who needs this fire back.

[𝑰𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑨. 𝑶𝒏𝒊 PhD @IdrisAOni1]

@SSGRETURNS They know what they are doing

[أب خديجةABU KHADEEJAH @Jamozee1]

It is beautifully wrong actually ❌

[Big Uncle @Usmanashafe]

This is the most beautiful tattoo I’ve seen in my life

[Sara @piousdeenn]

I used to wonder why Allah describes Himself as “closer to you than your jugular vein.”

Not your heart.
Not your soul.
Not your mind.

The jugular vein.

“And We are closer to him than his jugular vein.” (50:16)

I looked into it. The answer stopped me completely.

[Duchess of Bourdillon! @duchessmabboud]

About 80 minutes into yesterday’s final, several Muslims at the lounge I watched it, Arsenal fans and neutrals alike, got up and went to the mosque to pray.

Knowing they could miss the end of the match, they still went.

That level of discipline is remarkable.👏

[𝑰𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑨. 𝑶𝒏𝒊 PhD @IdrisAOni1]

The best time for Hajj is when you are young and strong. May Allah provide for all of us in abundance and grant us the grace to observe Hajj with utmost sincerity, good health and faith. Āmīn.

If you have the means now, don't ever delay it. It's your best investment and your best opportunity.

[A.Y.O @YusufAsunmogejo]

@IsholaSamiat @FirdaousIsiaq When you see her on Monday, tell her I said she is not serious…

[A.Y.O @YusufAsunmogejo]

Dhul Hijjah 09: A DAY IN HISTORY
Today is Arafah 🎊🎊👏🏿

On this day in the year 632 CE, over one hundred thousand people stood completely still in the scorching desert sands beneath Mount Arafat.

They were all waiting for a single voice. The voice of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). This morning marked the delivery of the Farewell Sermon by the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).

This wasn’t the usual religious talk they were used to; it was a radical manifesto that completely broke the ancient world order and laid down the raw foundations for a global society.

For us to understand how deeply this day shook the world, let me remind you a bit of how brutal life was in old Arabia.

For centuries, everything was about blood feuds, deep racism, and tribal politics. If you did not belong to a powerful clan, you were nothing.

Standing on his mount on this afternoon, the Prophet (peace be upon him) shattered those old shackles with a single declaration:

“An Arab is NOT BETTER than a non-Arab, a white person is NOT BETTER than a black person, and we all come from Adam, and Adam was made from dust.”

In one moment, a crowd that used to kill each other over tribal pride was welded into one single brotherhood 🫂.

Apart from the fact that the speech dealt with spiritual things, it also went straight after the economic and social systems that oppressed the people.

On this hot afternoon, the Prophet (peace be upon him) completely abolished INTEREST and predatory loans, instantly wiping out the debts that kept poor families enslaved to the rich elite.

He then turned to the men and commanded them to treat women with absolute respect and kindness. He reminded them that women are a sacred trust from God, not property.

By the time the sun started setting over the valley, he drew a line around human life and property, and he declared them completely sacred and untouchable.

As the final words of the sermon echoed across the plain, the sky opened up with the finality of revelation:

"This day I have perfected your religion for you, completed My favor upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion."

That single afternoon transformed a scattered, warring desert people into a unified civilization that would spread across the globe within a single century.

The valley of Arafat is still a quiet desert, but the words spoken there on this day remain the permanent standard for human rights, racial equality, and spiritual accountability.

For our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters in Arafat today, I pray the Almighty Allah accept their prayers, and count it for them as an act of Ibadah.

For us at home, I pray Allah accept our prayers. I for one, see myself in Arafat for the next Hajj, I pray the Almighty accept it for me. I pray He makes it possible and easy for you too.

Barka De Sallah 🎊🎊🎉
Allah knows best.

[Arojinle @arojinle1]

For the first time in six weeks, I sneezed without pain. I had almost forgotten how that felt. That got me thinking 🤔 🤔 🤔

We are surrounded by things that cost us nothing and hold up everything. Good health, peace of mind, the freedom to move, to speak, to choose... Friends who know you on a bad day and stay anyway. The quiet dignity of owing nobody anything. These are the good things of life we barely acknowledge or value.

As humans, when some things are always present, we stop seeing or acknowledging them. Our attention drifts toward what is absent, what others have that we do not. We build whole identities around our deficits and lie awake calculating what we still need to finally feel like enough.

Then something breaks. A diagnosis. A loss. A phone call you were never prepared for. And in that moment you see, with devastating clarity, what was always there. What you walked past every day without a second thought. What you would trade everything you were chasing just to have back.

Gratitude born from loss is real, but it is also painful. The better education is to learn it before the lesson is forced on you.

This is not a call to silence legitimate grief or pretend life has no hardships. Pain is real, and wanting more for your life is not a character flaw. But there is a particular kind of poverty that has nothing to do with money... the poverty of a person who has much and feels nothing about it. Who is healthy but ungrateful, free but restless, loved but indifferent.

So before the chase resumes, pause over the unremarkable facts of your life. That you woke up. That someone would take your phone call. That your mind, however tired, is yours.

None of this is guaranteed tomorrow. That is the part we keep forgetting.

[A.Y.O @YusufAsunmogejo]

What you call a "ladder to climb" is actually called accountability. A master doesn't lower a ladder and tell the servant to stop working. A true relationship with the Creator requires intentional submission, devotion, and action. Relying entirely on "someone else's performance" to absolve you of daily discipline is just an escape from personal responsibility. In Islam, salvation belongs to God alone, but we show our love and sincerity through our prayers, fasting, and character, because faith without works is completely hollow. Stop this Henry 😂

[أب خديجةABU KHADEEJAH @Jamozee1]

@BadaAkintundeJ @Omojuwa In the end, His career is not so bad as People make it seems, People just like to have a go at Arsenal for no justifiable reason.

[A.Y.O @YusufAsunmogejo]

Dhul Hijjah 05: A DAY IN HISTORY

On the 5th of Dhul Hijjah in the year 10 AH, a massive momentum was building in the valley of Makkah.

Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), accompanied by an estimated one hundred thousand companions, was completing the final stages of his journey from Madinah for Hajjat al-Wada’ (The Farewell Pilgrimage).

To understand the gravity of this day, you have to realize that this was the first and only time the Prophet performed Hajj after the migration, serving as the living blueprint for one of the greatest annual human gatherings on earth.

By the 5th of Dhul Hijjah, the sheer scale of the gathering had transformed the sacred precinct. Caravans from every corner of the Arabian Peninsula had converged on Makkah, establishing a sprawling tent city.

The Prophet spent this day resting and addressing the crowds, preparing their hearts for the intense spiritual rites of Arafah and Muzdalifah that lay just days ahead.

Hafiz Ibn Kathir noted in Al-Bidayah wan-Nihayah that the Prophet arrived in Makkah on the 4th of Dhul Hijjah, meaning the 5th was his first full day camped at the outskirts, structuring the massive logistics of the crowd.

Imam al-Bukhari and Imam Muslim recorded through multiple chains that this day was a deliberate, massive educational assembly where the Prophet physically demonstrated how to detach from worldly status.

Imam al-Nawawi in his Sharh Sahih Muslim,
emphasized that the specific timing and pausing on these days were designed by the Prophet (peace be upon him) to remove all remnants of pre-Islamic pagan variations of the pilgrimage. He did this to unify the Ummah under a single, eternal structural framework.

Every year, when millions of people stand in those exact same valleys, they are directly participating in the continuity of the reality established on this very day.

May the peace and blessings of the Almighty be with Prophet Muhammad.

Allah knows best.

[fatima saleh @Phatymarh44]

I have no backup plan in life. I made dua to the same rabb that cooled the fire for Ibrahim. The one who didn’t let a knife cut through Ismail. The rabb who gave Maryam a child as a virgin. Their rabb is my rabb, and with a little dua and yaqeen, no backup plan is needed bi’ithnillah. Ya Hasib, make me content with your plan for me. Suffice me in my worries.

[Copy Counsel @BenYousef_E]

Do not give birth to children you cannot train. Islam does not allow giving birth to children without training. If you cannot train a child then you should opt for family planning. If you can only train one then you shouldn't go beyond one as I have always advised couples.

How could someone give birth to a child who impulsively sets a mosque ablaze while the Fajr prayer was ongoing?

We now have cases of hoodlums who have prevented women from moving around the streets with their handbags and phones, armed hoodlums who steal cars and motorcycles. Not even mosque properties are safe. This is why you see wall clocks and sound systems locked in cages in mosques. You see inscription like 'Not for sale' on the copies of Quran in mosques because someone is ready to steal them and sell them..."— Shaykh Aminu Daurawa.

[A.Y.O @YusufAsunmogejo]

Why are you people triggered?

If I had said he is taking interest, you wouldn't care. It is not your first time hearing that word. But the moment I said he is eating other people’s sweat, the truth hit you. That sudden defensive anger? That's the natural guilt overwhelming you. Good. That is exactly how you are supposed to feel.

Let me say it again so it sinks in: that guy is eating other people’s sweat.

We were all here when Pres. Obasanjo cried out because Nigeria ended up paying five times the actual amount of money we originally borrowed, all because of compound interest. Who do you think bears that burden? It is the ordinary citizens on the ground.

Look at the people suffering right now under digital lending apps and conventional micro-finance. Think about the small trader, the tech bro in a tight corner, or the single mother who, out of sheer desperation, takes an interest-based loan just to keep the lights on.

They are working themselves to the bone in the scorching heat, paying back two or three times what they took. Their sleepless nights, their stress, and their actual manual labor are being converted into percentages for you. It is directly from their desperation and tears that the bank slices out that ₦106k daily credit to make someone else smile on a locked app.

There is no free money anywhere in the universe. Money must circulate.

Again, it is pure, unadulterated ignorance to see Muslims in the comment section defending this nonsense at this day and age. Please, invest time in learning your religion instead of just carrying the name.

For the non-Muslims catching feelings, this should be an eye-opener for you too. Your own scriptures are explicitly against this exploitation.

Look at Ezekiel 18:13: "He lends at interest and takes profit. Will such a man live? He will not! Because he has done all these detestable things, he is to be put to death; his blood will be on his own head." So I ask: Why are you ignoring your own book?

In Halal wealth, the principle is absolute and grounded in two powerful legal maxims:

Gain accompanies risk — This means that you have no right to a PROFIT unless you are willing to look failure in the face and accept the possibility of a LOSS.

Revenue is tied to liability — This means that you ONLY deserve the yield of an asset if you are the one responsible for its risk, maintenance, and potential destruction.

These are the core conditions for making wealth that is pure and clean. You MUST put skin in the game. You must take on risk, or you must provide actual value through labor or assets. Anything outside of this framework is HARAM.

The modern tech world has sold you a lie with that cozy phrase: "Let your money work for you."

Little did you know that signing up for a system that guarantees ONLY profit is not business; it is financial vampirism.

There is no legitimate business on earth that experiences zero loss days. When you sit on your couch and get a fixed, guaranteed return every single day without failing, other people’s sweat is what the system uses to patch up the losing days.

So I repeat: stop eating other people's sweat. Wake up.

Allah knows best.

[A.Y.O @YusufAsunmogejo]

I won't let you run away with your ignorance wrapped in big economic vocabulary.

To claim that modern interest is merely a harmless instrument of state policy that differs from "old riba" is a complete misreading of macroeconomics.

Whether interest is set by a tribal moneylender or a central bank to manage inflation, the mathematical core remains identical: it is an UNEARNED premium demanded on a cash loan that guarantees profit for the wealthy while pushing risk onto the real economy.

Again, your point about negative interest rates actually defeats your own argument.

You know why? Because central banks only resort to negative rates as an emergency tool to force people to stop hoarding idle cash and actually invest it in real trade.

And as for the claim that government simply generates money to pay for interest, that is the literal definition of inflation.

Printing money out of thin air to fund interest obligations without matching it with productive output simply devalues the currency.

This means the ordinary citizen pays for that "state policy" through a rising cost of living and a loss of purchasing power. The exploitation is still there, it is just institutionalized.

Exploitation is Haram!

[Mediaguy | Paid Ads Specialist @OpeTheCreative]

@YusufAsunmogejo Islam really makes you hold back on things, for the fear of Allah.

For everytime you want to venture into anything, you're constantly thinking is it permissible?

Alhamdulilah

[أب خديجةABU KHADEEJAH @Jamozee1]

@YusufAsunmogejo May Allah reward You Brother.