Adults are doing diets and running every morning, but we are packing 10 cubes of sugar into our children's pap. We are inviting type 2 diabetes to a party that hasn't even started and we need to have a serious conversation about our children.
In Nigeria, we have turned a fat child into a sign of wealth, and a slim child into a sign of suffering.
When a child is dangerously heavy, items always "leave him, it is just baby fat, he will outgrow it." But we are making a terrible mistake. We are overfeeding our children out of love.
You will mix a small bowl of pap with 10 cubes of sugar. Or pack sugary drinks, chocolates, and junk inside their school lunchboxes every single day. We are turning their bodies into sugar houses.
Inside that child you are proudly calling healthy and chubby, the heart might be struggling, and the blood pressure rising.
We are punishing a tiny body that is just starting to grow.
Please, let us do better.
- Practice portion control.
- If your child is full, stop forcing them to eat.
- Reduce the sugar drastically, and give them fruits as snacks instead of biscuits and sweets every day.
Your child needs exercise too! It is not always "go inside and sleep" or "sit down and watch cartoon."
Let them run. Let them play. Let us raise a healthier generation. Happy World Obesity Day!
I woke up this morning heavy.
Sad… or maybe depressed. I’m not even sure anymore. There’s a dull confusion that comes with it, like when a word no longer fits the feeling it’s meant to describe.
Imagine loathing a profession you once loved.
Really loved.
The kind of love that made the long nights feel meaningful.
Now I catch myself irritated by patients I’m supposed to care for, supposed to sit with gently, supposed to understand. And that thought alone makes me hate myself a little. But empathy is hard when stress is constant and the pay is almost insulting. When your body is present and your spirit is already gone.
Some days I genuinely want to go back to school. Start again. Read another course. Anything that doesn’t feel like this slow erosion of the soul.
I’m tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
I’m fatigued in my bones.
Then I look ahead. At our consultants. Our professors. The people we’re told to aspire to become. And it’s terrifying. They are poor. Not just financially, but in joy. In light. In peace. Unhappy. Bitter. Worn down. Sometimes it feels like they’re warnings, not role models. And I wonder quietly… is this the destination?
Many doctors are depressed. We don’t say it loudly, but it’s everywhere. In the short tempers. In the dead eyes. In the dark jokes we laugh at too hard.
This profession kills us daily.
Not with one dramatic blow.
But slowly. Methodically.
Piece by piece.
We're Nigerian Doctors.
Nigerian Christians must speak up.
Silence isn’t an option.
For decades, Christians have been systematically targeted and killed.
Now the world is finally labeling it for what it truly is: A CHRISTIAN GENOCIDE.
Speak now, demand action - we may never get this chance again!!
I will marry and I will marry well. My eyes will be open my spirit will be alert I'll pick the best and right choice. I can't afford to get it wrong menh.
My whole generation depends on this. God help me.
Three years ago, I was stuck
Or I would say I felt stuck
I had finished service and it seemed like nothing was moving in my life
No Job
No direction on what was next
To crown it all, I was just served the hottest breakfast ever and it seemed like my world would end
I had to go back helping my parents in the business they were doing
I was doing this job for my parents in the university and to still came back to that same spot after school?
It’s like I was moving in circles
I tried to do a post graduate program, that one just parked one side
Someone would show interest in marriage and when it came the time to take concrete decisions, they would slip off
I remember praying against spritual husband one time
Not that I thought I had one, but I just wanted to cover my bases
Just in case
I would come out and preach and do programs and I would go back in and cry
To worsen it, all my peers that we had grown up together in church were getting settled one after the other
I was doing chief bridesmaid and bridal train again and again
Even though I was doing it with Joy, I kept getting the pity stares from people
And I was getting the looks, the concerned looks from church people
Being in a ministry that was public I was always before the eyes of people and the scrutiny was intense
I remember one time , it was almost becoming difficult to go to church because I was tired of the pity looks
“Miss fine social media woman, what’s up with you?
Everybody has gone ahead and you’re still here?”
I would serve my God diligently
I wasn’t sure what was next
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The past six months of my life have seemed like 6 years
Because A LOT has happened
New marriage
New Job
New House
New country
New this
New that
When it was my time came, God compressed everything inside 6 months
Everything has been happening with lightening speed and precision my head still reels when I analyze it
God has said it is your time now and it’s been back to back to back to back miracles and provisions and progress
I can’t recognize the woman I am
Dear child of God
I bring to you today a promise of RESTORATION
That all the years that it seems the cankerworms have eaten, God will restore
I know what it feels like to feel stuck
I know the pain very well
I see your messages in my inbox and I may not be able to reply you one by on
But if you can see this,
Please hold on to God
Don’t stop serving Him
Your TIME will come
The Zeal of the Lord will make it happen
If He did it for me, He will do your own too
#womanengraced