From 2017 to date, Bayelsa Twitter Community has experienced a high level of growth. At first, people used to ask "Bayelsans dey Twitter"?. People used to run very false narratives about us.
All that has ended.
Right now, if you say rubbish about Bayelsa, you'll collect.
I’ll keep it simple and real:
On November 29th, 2024.......A day before my daughter’s cleft lip surgery at LUTH, the doctor in charge called me aside. After several tests, He said my daughter's PCV was still too low. There was a strong chance he wouldn’t operate the next day.
My heart dropped.
This was a baby who had been going from hospital to hospital since birth. Every week (Mondays & Tuesdays) from August to November, 2024 we were at LUTH. And now, at the final stage, you're telling me the surgery may not take place because of low PCV?
That night, I told my wife, “This surgery is already successful.”
I went to see my dad and my twin brother. I explained everything. Their response was: “It’s a done deal. Go and prepare.”
I got home late that night and I slept off.
By exactly 12:21am in the early hours of 30th November 2024 on my bed, my eyes opened. No alarm. Nothing. I just knew what to do....Daddy Dabz PRAY!
I prayed with everything in me. No format. No style. Just raw, desperate prayer. I prayed until I had no strength left. I don’t even remember how I moved, but I later found myself on the kitchen floor.
Morning came......I woke up very late, around 9am. My phone was flooded with missed calls from my wife, my dad, my twin, even my mother-in-law. I panicked. Didn’t brush, didn’t bathe. I rushed out immediately.
From Ago Palace to LUTH, I was just praying under my breath.
When I got to the hospital, I was expecting burst of anger.....“Where have you been?”
But instead, I heard something else: “Dabz PCV is normal.....It changed Overnight!''
The same doctor and others tested Dabz multiple times that morning, and every single result came back within the required range.
My wife just looked at me and said, “You prayed, right?.....It worked.”
I couldn’t stand it. I sat on the floor and cried. Not from pain, but deep gratitude.
Before we could even process it, they had taken Dabz into the theatre.
5–6 hours later, she was out of surgery......Very successful.
Slide 1: Few minutes after surgery (Nov 30, 2024)
Slide 2: Her now (2026)
My life is living proof that prayers work.