I have a take that when people get to school and join fellowships to the point where their entire identity revolves around it, it often comes from the lack of love and attention at home.
So,they end up chasing validation and clinging to any community that gives them the false sense of family they never really had.
Only you waka go event come de hide face from camera…… Tomorrow you will host prayer live while you dine and wine with those who steal your members future. Pastor own your shiit!! No dey disguise!!
“While We Were in School, I Didn’t Like Him Enough to Date Him. After Dating Two Other Men, I Later Realised He Was the One Who Understood Me the Most.”
A lady has shared how a guy who once tried to date her while they were in school eventually became her husband.
📹: thechatbox_ // TT
Because men are taking care of them so they can afford to do charity.
If they ask you to marry man who's day job is volunteering for charity you won't agree.
When you people finish deceiving yourselves and others here, you go outside and face real life
30-40 nursing students in a ward, to be thought clinicals by 2 staff nursing on duty who have patients to attend to.
3 different private universities will use buses to carry their students to one hospital for clinical exposure, the federal university closed by will still send their students to the hospital.
As if that is not all, the hospital has a college of nursing and will still send their students to that same hospital.
At the end of the day, students have unconducive learning environment, the wards nurses are overwhelmed and underpaid and the minister of education is shouting we don't have nursing shortage in Nigeria.
Compromising quality for quantity in the health sector can never be the solution to mass exodus of healthcare workers
I’m glad our women are finally having this conversation. It’s long overdue. Six or seven years ago, when I raised concerns here about our women topping NAPTIP’s list of cases involving the abuse of domestic workers, kids, maids, etc many came for my head. Some still resent me to this day for speaking up. Whether we like it or not, we must learn to have difficult conversations. There will always be people who use situations like this to attack Igbo women. Pay them no mind and stay focused on the issue. Their motives should never stop us from confronting abuse within our own community.
When we shuttle to work,tge police harass us.
When we come to your offices/banks/admin,you have not sense of urgency to attend to us.
You guys should get out!
Rare photo of Anthony Okogie (a new priest) blessing Archbishop John Aggey, the very first African Archbishop of the Catholic Archdiocese of Lagos
Okogie, now 90 years old, is today a Cardinal.
His Grace, Most Rev John Kwao Amuzu Aggey was born in Togo and was appointed Auxiliary Bishop of Lagos and was consecrated on Sunday, 4th August, 1957, by the Late Archbishop Leo Hale Taylor; whom he later succeeded as the Metropolitan Archbishop of Lagos in 1965.
A great preacher in both English and Yoruba languages, Aggey was a great asset to the Church in the area of evangelization. When the Holy Cross Cathedral was under renovation, His Grace, Archbishop John Aggey was resident at Regina Mundi Catholic Church, Babaolosha-Mushin as the Archbishop of Lagos; making Regina Mundi a pro-Cathedral. It is on record, also, that he founded the Ave Maria Society that spread from Lagos to Abeokuta and Ijebu-Ode Dioceses.
The last public engagement of the late Archbishop John Aggey, after the National Episcopal Conference of 1972 was on Sunday 27th February when he performed the ceremony of the coronation of the statue of Our Lady of Fatima and the investiture of Mr. Gabriel Dotse, then Deputy Superintendent of Police as a Knight of St. Gregory the Great (Military Class), at the Holy Cross Cathedral, Lagos Island. During the Mass, he gave a memorable homily which many people later interpreted as a foretelling of his own demise.
It was a sad day for the Catholic Church in Nigeria when Archbishop Aggey passed away at the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, Idi-Araba by 3am on Tuesday, 14th March 1972, during a brief illness. He was 64 years old. At the time of his dæth, he had served as a priest for about 28 years, and a bishop for 14 impactful years.
Source: JKA Aggey Foundation
ℹ️Ethnic African Stories
This is how a community works. The last time I tweeted about a content creator who was frustrated that tall women kept rejecting him because of his height, I said he needed to find his community. Some people thought I was joking, but this is exactly what I meant.
Sometimes, nobody understands or appreciates you quite like people who share similar experiences. Look at how happy everyone in this video is: celebrating, supporting, and enjoying one another’s company without anyone judging, mocking, or giggling about someone’s height.
There’s something beautiful about finding a space where the very thing that makes you feel different elsewhere is completely normal.
Matthew: "One of the disciples cut a man's ear off."
Mark: "One of the disciples cut a man's ear off."
Luke: "One of the disciples cut a man's ear off."
John: "It was Peter. Lol."
She's not wicked. She's exhausted.
She wakes up before him.
Changes his position so he doesn't get bedsore.
Checks his feeding tube. Manages his medications. Cleans him. Talks to him even when he doesn't respond the way he used to.
Then she goes to the kitchen, cooks, comes back, feeds him.
Does it again at noon.
Does it again at night.
Every. Single. Day.
No shift change.
No days off.
No one to hand over to.
And sometimes —
She snaps.
She says something sharp. Something cold. Something that makes people around her whisper "see how she's treating her own husband."
But nobody was there at 3am when she was turning him alone and her back gave out.
Nobody saw her cry in the bathroom so he wouldn't hear.
Nobody noticed she hasn't had a full night's sleep in eight months.
Nobody asked her when last she left that house for something other than a pharmacy run.
The resentment is not wickedness.
It is grief.
She is grieving the husband she knew before the illness.
She is grieving her own life, the one that quietly disappeared.
She is grieving the partnership that became a one-way responsibility.
You can love someone deeply and still be destroyed by caring for them.
Those two things are not contradiction.