Revisiting old photos, some nostalgia, life… but then I meet those years that are painful to look at, those years that made me realize even rock bottom had a basement. I looked different, weary to be polite. Giving all I could muster: unwell, neglected, & deprived ~ Never again.
👩🏽🏫 “Don’t come here, this is not for you.”
🪲 “But, I’m an heir.”
👩🏽🏫 “Take off that uniform and come tell me again how you’re an heir.”
Me: 👀🍿
Peak entertainment because I never had that audacity or wit *slow clap* 👏🏽
I think it’s unfair to expect anyone to live their life in a way that constantly keeps you calm or regulated, or to carry the burden of easing your traumas & healing your scars.
But then again, it’s one of the best feelings when someone’s presence naturally does.
When it just is.
One of the wildest truths about my life right now is that I’m happy. There are still emotional weathers, but my steady is contentment & joy. Years ago, life looked picture-perfect yet I was terribly depressed.
Now, here I am, living, laughing, being. Somehow, I’m good.
Discipline isn’t impressive, it’s a promise you stop breaking.
The days you don’t feel like it are the only days that count.
Most people wait, a few decide they don’t need a reason.
Here’s what Japanese culture teaches about discipline:
If the chemicals catch up to you, you’ve lived longer than most. You’ve survived the first round.
So dystopian. We’re competing for all the wrong prizes here.
I'm sure you did not know a lot more GMOs are being imported into Nigeria, and used in producing many of the things you eat very frequently ON A DAILY BASIS.
Below is a list of companies, what they produce, and the GMO they import and what they use it for. This is not exhaustive; it's a start.
All these products are supposed be labeled GENETICALLY ENGINEERED but @fccpcnigeria has failed woefully in protecting Nigerians, @NafdacAgency has not enforced anything labeling, @BiosafetyNig has been rubbering stamping sickness and all sorts into this country.
2024/2025, we focused on GMOs being cultivated in Nigeria; maize, beans and cotton. Now, we are entering the main, ignored part.
@drfatima84 we have a lot of work to do.
I've built a functional UGC map of Nigeria that tracks bad infrastructures, roads, ghost projects to the ward level in Nigeria.
One map, one repo! So when they come and ask you for vote, you'll show them receipt of what they didn't do.
Testing! Let's go https://t.co/Grlc2H4MdV
To hear the heartbeat of someone you loved, now living in another body… they are gone, and yet not entirely
Grief, shaped by centuries of finality, doesn’t know what to do with this sacred alternative
The unbearable proof: I hear his heart, I cherish it, and still he’s gone
Maybe love bestows value.
If one yet unborn is loved, meticulous preparations are made. The world anticipates. If not, existence becomes negotiable.
Maybe that’s part of why we seek it like it’s worth every sacrifice.
To be loved is to matter; to be chosen feels like proof.