@General_Somto This is literally me, everyday of my life.
Like Impulsively, if I didn't see any waste bin around, the trash is going to my bag straight up.
It is a cultural and self discipline habit.
@NonyeBella@Hybrid_Ola "It's not fair"?
Its definitely not fair to watch someone get married to a person who has misrepresented himself as someone he's not when you know the truth.
Let them expose him, it's her choice afterwards to leave or stay and deal with the consequences.
@iam_ayodamola10@Hybrid_Ola Exhibit A: "You can genuinely love someone and still cheat"
Exhibit B: "You can't eat Jollof rice everyday for the rest of your life, sometimes you might want to eat Fried Rice or Pepper soup"
Exhibit C: "It's in a man's nature to cheat"
Should we continue? 🥹
God didn’t create ANY gender to cheat.
you cheat because you lack discipline, you lack common sense, you’re not trustworthy, and most importantly, you have no fear of God.
stop justifying cheating. if you want to cheat, stay single.
God didn’t create ANY gender to cheat.
you cheat because you lack discipline, you lack common sense, you’re not trustworthy, and most importantly, you have no fear of God.
stop justifying cheating. if you want to cheat, stay single.
@sayi_v@bee2wts The English translation isn't the best, but I got the general gist of it.
I wonder if a son/grandson will take care of people like this the way a daughter or granddaughter would have.
Meanwhile, they'll want their boys to marry the "best" girls, but they've killed them all.
@x061377@bee2wts I just don't understand the mindset, if every woman gives birth to a boy, who is going to marry their sons and continue their "precious" lineage? 🤦🏾��♀️
@sayi_v@bee2wts I'm sorry, you said your classmate and sister, as in, within the past 10-20 years?
As in, within the 2000's?!
Please tell me this was in the 50's
Just incase you don’t understand how silly this post is,
For this procedure, you will lie on your back on an examination table, with your knees bent and legs spread apart.
They will inserts a speculum into the vagina and opens it wide enough so they can see the cervix.
They then use a swab to collect cells from the cervix.
Also, keep in mind that this involves stretching for some women, and the speculum goes inside hence it causes cramping for some women.
It can also be more painful for women with certain conditions
And this doesn’t take a second, it take minutes.
Most importantly, it is very vulnerable and violating for a lot of women.
Please stop speaking to women like this!!
Good morning to @DONJAZZY and @ayrastarr only
Here's a Starr Girl inspired adire I made to celebrate the release of the Starr Girl album.
Sir, how many am I making for the team? 🤲🏽
Quoting people you don’t know like this is sexual harassment, I just want everybody to know.
This nasty habit that’s brewing of catcalling women online is not funny and shouldn’t be encouraged.
Stop being degenerates
I took a brief nap this morning, less than an hour, and within that short period, I had one of the most terrifying and dreadful dreams I have ever experienced.
This isn’t a tech post, but I feel strongly that I shouldn’t keep this to myself.
JESUS IS COMING SOON.
Whether that dream was simply a dream or a warning that God allowed me to experience, it has genuinely left me thinking deeply about my life, my relationship with God, and the things we place so much importance on.
We spend so much of our lives chasing money, success, careers, possessions and achievements. And while none of these things are inherently wrong, we should never become so consumed by them that we forget God.
So I’m putting this out there:
Repent. Draw closer to God. Seek Him while you can.
If this message reaches even one person and makes them pause and reconsider their walk with God, then I’m glad I shared it.
May God help us all.
I've spent the last several months researching, travelling, and studying why countries like Singapore, Netherlands, United Kingdom, Canada and Finland built some of the world's best public education systems.
One thing became clear:
Nigeria doesn't just have an education problem. We have a school management problem.
Today, I'm releasing a white paper that proposes a new way to transform our public schools, keeping them publicly owned while introducing world-class management and accountability.
This isn't about politics.
It's about giving every Nigerian child the opportunity to attend a world-class public school.
I hope this sparks one of the most important conversations our country has had about education.
Read it. Criticise it. Improve it. Share it.
If we get education right, we change Nigeria.
Here is the link https://t.co/EViU52FKFi
Yesterday, on my flight from Abuja to Jos, God preached a sermon to me without me having to open a Bible.
A mother was travelling with her two daughters. The older daughter sat by the window. The younger daughter sat across the aisle from her mother, while I occupied the window seat beside the mother.
A few minutes into the flight, the aircraft hit turbulence. The older daughter was fast asleep. She didn't wake up. She didn't know the plane was shaking. She didn't see the anxious faces around her. She slept through the storm.
The younger daughter was different.
She felt every jolt. You could see the fear in her eyes. She looked at her mother, searching for reassurance. Her mother stretched out her hand across the aisle, and the little girl reached for it, their hands locked.
The mother didn't stop the turbulence.
She didn't explain the science behind it.
She didn't stand up and fix the plane.
She simply held her daughter's hand.
With gentle nods and quiet whispers of, "It's okay," she communicated something more powerful than words, "I'm here." Almost immediately, the little girl became calm.
What struck me most wasn't that the turbulence eventually ended. It was that even after the shaking stopped, the mother never let go of her daughter's hand. She held it until they landed safely.
And then I thought about God.
Sometimes, we are like the younger daughter. We feel every shake of life. The diagnosis. The unanswered prayer. The financial pressure. The disappointment. The uncertainty. We are fully awake to the storm, terrified by what we cannot control. God doesn't always stop the turbulence the moment we ask. But He reaches out His hand.
His presence becomes our peace.
He whispers to our hearts, "Fear not, for I am with you." The storm may still be outside the window, but something changes on the inside because we know whose hand we're holding.
Other times, we're like the older daughter.
The storm is real, but somehow we sleep through it. Not because the turbulence doesn't exist, but because heaven grants us a peace that makes no earthly sense.
The kind of peace Scripture describes as surpassing all understanding.
While others are overwhelmed by the shaking, God allows us to rest. Whether He gives you the peace to sleep through the storm or the grace to hold His hand while you're awake in it, the lesson is the same.
You are never alone.
The turbulence will end.
The flight will land, and through every unexpected shake, every frightening moment, every season that tests your faith, there is a Father whose grip never weakens.
Sometimes His greatest miracle isn't removing the storm.
Sometimes it's refusing to let go of your hand until you arrive safely.