Why boomslang is a very dangerous snake
First, its venom is more toxic than that of many cobras.
Second, when boomslang bites, the person may not feel anything for several hours. This will bring false sense of "nothing dey happen" but na lie o. Many things including death will happen. After many hours, when the venom starts to act, one of the major thing it does is to attack the blood. It will draw out all the compounds in the blood that can be used to clot and use them to form small small clots. This takes away the ability of the blood to clot any longer and blood may start coming out of the victims nose, ears and so on due to internal bleeding, external bleeding and hemorrhaging. The victim may also feel sleepy, confused, nauseated and so on.
Therefore, if this snake should bite someone, they should be taken to the hospital for antivenom and treatment immediately, even if they don't feel anything. This is one advantage of being bitten by the snake. You have time to save yourself unless you choose not to. Please, don't say oh, the snake is small, it's a baby. It's venom cannot hurt me. That's what Karl Schmidt who has even worked with snake and was an expert thought. The boomslang that bit him was a juvenile and he thought the snake is too small to produce fatal dose. He kept writing and documenting the symptoms he felt until.... Baba dropped dead.
Good news, they live on trees and generally avoid humans. You won't even know they're there. They all have egg-shaped heads and very big eyes.
They're found in Africa, Nigeria inclusive. They're not much in Southwestern Nigeria and North but are prominent in the middle belt and main South.
🇨🇮 Yan Diomandé’s letter to his sister through @PlayersTribune:
“Dear Roxane,
Remember when someone bought me a fake United shirt, and I wrote “Ronaldo 7” on the back with a black Sharpie? We didn’t know what rich or poor was. We only knew happiness.
Remember the 25 people sleeping in just one house back in Abidjan? Mom wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone wanted to watch movies. Remember how I’d always pretend I was asleep and then sneak to the TV room after midnight? I’d turn the TV way down low. Like, just two volume bars. I’d watch soccer in the dark and dream.
Remember when the grown-ups saw me playing soccer on the dirt and gave me the nickname “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I kicked? And remember how I secretly got so mad about it, because CR7 was my idol?
Remember when I went to play so far from home? I was 9 years old. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, way out near the border with Ghana. Just a little boy all alone. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go to the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We called it a “bank heist.” Two kids would distract the shop owner, and the other 18 would run off with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. Even today, it’s my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with a little oil. It takes me back to those times.
Remember when I got my first real pair of cleats, and I slept with them? Growing up, I always played in those white plastic sandals. Even when I go back home now, I still play in them. It’s our tradition.
Remember when I’d come back home, and you’d tell my neighborhood friends: “Why’d you stop training? Yan’s not gonna buy you cars. You gotta keep working.” You were 10 years old, and you were already my agent.
Remember how we’d sit and dream about moving to France? How we’d go shopping, have our own apartment, and I’d be a rich soccer player, with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You were the one who always believed I could be the next Cristiano, when everyone else was laughing.
Remember when I moved to the United States for high school, at 15 years old, and I missed home so much? For months, I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. They sat me next to a French boy, and he’d try to translate everything the teacher said. Remember when I called you and said: “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with the teachers.” Back home, you know, we wouldn’t even dare blink at our elders.
Remember when I couldn’t believe the boys smoked after school? You used to say it felt like I was in an American TV show.
Remember when they took me for trials at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise came up to me after a training session and said: “Hey, kid, you’re really good.”… but even then, they didn’t sign me.
Even the MLS B teams didn’t want me. I didn’t even know why. They never gave me a reason. The adults handled everything. They just kept taking me all over Europe, and everyone kept saying no.
My visa expired. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together. You were the only one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed with Leganés, and we cried different tears.
That was back when I still had emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just empty.”
Nigeria's military remains male-dominated, but female officers are steadily breaking barriers.
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