In 2026, people’s mothers, people’s sisters, are living in terror because of a supposed “culture”
This is beyond sad! And we cannot continue to live like this.
Can we normalize putting summaries on the back of books again instead of reviews? I just genuinely want to know what the book is about before picking it up.
I sent my student for a home service booking and not long after, she called me sounding really uncomfortable and asked me to be here asap.
I left what I was doing a booked a ride to join her (as I was done with the job I was doing here also)
Apparently, the client’s husband kept making “jokes” towards her, the kind that are clearly inappropriate but disguised as cruise.
The wife came in and started shouting at her husband “James, you don start abi??? You no dey use eyes see small girls!”
Omooooo! The wife started giving my girl all sorts of attitude and asked why she was even sent in place of her boss (me)
I got there and I met her (my girl) where she sat so cold. I felt reallt bad because why???? She was there to fvcking WORK!!!
I had to step in calmly and respectfully. I made it clear to my client that while we value our clients, my team deserves a safe and professional environment at all times.
No one should feel uneasy just because they showed up to do their job!
Because if there’s one thing about me, I will always defend my people.
Let’s normalize respecting service providers. 🥺😒
The highe court in Orereokpe has sentenced Mr Collins, a 56 years old man who defiled a 9 years old child back in 2023 in Ugolo, Delta State.
The court has finally sentenced him to 60 years imprisonment with hard labour and also order him to pay the victim 50million naira compensation.
The man at some point tried to bribe comrade Israel Joe who was incharge of the case with ₦111,000 to forget the matter but he handed him and the bribe money to the police in Orereokpe and since then, Israel followed up the case to make sure justice is being served for the innocent child.
And yesterday February 25th, 2026 justice has been serve.
The Radio station also reported it this morning and I'm fulfilled upon hearing his judgement. I pray they torture his gbola there non stop since he derives pleasure in using it to destroy children's lives.
One thing I’ve observed about Nigerian students and young graduates is this:
They are not lazy.
They are overwhelmed.
Too many voices.
Too many opinions.
Too many “experts.”
Too many hot takes.
One person says learn tech.
Another says write ICAN.
Another says leave the country.
Another says start business.
Another says get a master’s.
Another says certificates are useless.
After a while, the noise becomes paralyzing.
Clarity is not loud. Noise is loud.
The problem is not that people don’t want to improve.
The problem is that very few people sit down to explain structure.
What does your degree lead to?
What industries use it?
What tools make it valuable?
How does it travel globally?
What should you add?
What should you ignore?
Without structure, effort scatters.
And scattered effort looks like failure.
Sometimes what people need is not more motivation.
They need direction.
I haven't been on twitter today - but someone brought a few of my old tweets to my attention and I can't not address it.
14 years ago, I was 23, so I was definitely not a child. I'm not here to make excuses because I don't have anything to make excuses for. What I can't let anyone do is twist my story to fit false narratives.
In 2012, I lived and helped out at my mom's daycare while I was hustling my music. I tweeted everything that happened in my life, as we all did at the time. Kids can be mischievous. If a child did something I found funny, I tweeted about it. Kids are cute and lovable. I want to hug, kiss and cuddle them. I tweet about it. Nothing I tweeted was from perversion.
I was not famous, so maybe if I was, I would have understood that anything is open to whatever interpretation including being used falsely by a faceless mob. I've never been depraved in my life. You can retweet all the tweets in the world about me loudly crushing on people I admire/d. Or being a cheeky young woman. I wasn't trying to hide it, because I don't have anything to hide.
My team has been deleting some of my tweets because of how sensitive it is for my family. To be honest, I did not want to. I have always spoken against rape and sexual assault even before you knew I existed. It's not a costume I'm wearing, it's who I am. I've never claimed to be perfect. I've never claimed to know everything. I said stop raping women. I stand by it.
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My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS.
That is, I live with sickle cell disease.
My parents are both AS.
Oh, they They knew.
They were told.
They still married.
They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences.
I am the consequence.
I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear.
In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different.
By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat.
At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell.
We were both SS.
That day changed me forever.
My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…”
But the damage had already been done.
Sometimes I forgive them.
Sometimes I resent them deeply.
Both feelings live in me.
In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior.
What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode.
They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate.
And Relationships?
That’s another wound.
I’ve been loved… briefly.
The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly.
One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested.
Then one day, he stopped calling.
That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed.
Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other.
I am strong, yes.
But I am tired.
If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that
I didn’t ask to be a lesson.
But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters.
That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!.
Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻
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Randomly remembering when I first moved to my apartment and I got a painter. He stole my paint, didn’t complete the job and kept ignoring my calls. When I finally confronted him, he said I slept with a yahoo boy to get the apartment. Okay so what if I did???
Randomly remembering when I first moved to my apartment and I got a painter. He stole my paint, didn’t complete the job and kept ignoring my calls. When I finally confronted him, he said I slept with a yahoo boy to get the apartment. Okay so what if I did???
Just yesterday my plumber fixed a leaky sink for me free of charge. I didn’t even realize he’s around because I was busy with other things. I just came out to someone fixing my sink, my friend had opened the door… anyways he didn’t take any money. I even offered, he declined
Speaking of artisans. This person comes to fix something in my house, drills some holes to pass a cable and when he was done, he left the holes open. I asked if he would cover them back up, he goes “ah madam, that one is not back of my job”.
What do you mean???
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