Benjamin Burombo's statement, “Each time I want to fight for African rights, I use only one hand because the other hand is busy trying to keep away Africans who are fighting me” is so apt in #Nigeria.
So very apt.
Finance folks defending policies that only work on paper while their quality of life keeps declining just to maintain some fake sense of intellectual superiority. If the economics never translates to real life, what does that tell you, Einstein?
Polyendocrine Metabolic Ovarian Syndrome honestly makes way more sense than Polycystic Ovary Syndrome.
Because this condition was never just about “ovarian cysts” or fertility.
Women with PCOS are at higher risk for:
-type 2 diabetes
-heart disease
-fatty liver disease
-sleep apnea
-high blood pressure
Yet so many women are never properly counseled about these risks or referred for appropriate care early enough. As a cardiometabolic physician, I meet women in their 50s and 60s dealing with advanced disease who tell me:
“I wish someone had warned me earlier.”
We minimized PCOS by treating it like a niche reproductive issue instead of the systemic metabolic condition it often is.
We have spent years being told it is “just a period problem” while our skin, our weight, our mood, and our energy were all falling apart. Today, the medical world finally admitted you were right.
PCOS is now PMOS.
i remembered telling someone i attended university of Benin and they looked me dead in the face and told me to make sure to get therapy.
asked them why and they said it’s because people from that place do be moving mad sometimes and tbh, i see it.
Next April, 2027 at this exact time, you’ll be standing in the places you used to dream about. Living your most beautiful rich life. Send this to yourself.
Suddenly, you're 27.
You make your coffee, rush to work, come home around 7, and you're too tired to do anything except eat, scroll on your phone, and pass out.
Then you wake up, and do it all again.
And when Friday comes, maybe you go out, or maybe you're just too tired. Then, out of nowhere, it hits you.
How did everything pass by so quickly?
You don't even feel 27.
You still feel like that 17 year old kid who thought they had all the time in the world.
But somehow, 10 years just disappeared. And you start missing the past. The feeling of being young, excited, and clueless.
But then you realize, one day, you'll miss this, too.
Being 25, being confused, being tired, but still trying.
So maybe the trick is to slow down a bit and actually live this chapter before it also becomes just another memory.
The point is no matter what age you are, you’ll miss these days. Life gets busy sometimes and it’s always a good time to stop and smell the roses.
You hear of someone’s death and suddenly everything goes quiet. The world feels colder, slower.
You start thinking about the emptiness of life. Of constant struggle, of our insatiable appetite for more, for recognition, for control. And then you ask yourself, “Why am I even working?” when none of it seems to matter in the end.
This morning I got to church in the rain, and met the brethren singing and clapping inside the rain. I quickly settled down and joined, when it time I began to teach.
As I was rounding up, Sister Sewa came to me and whisper the words "Computer is dead". I was shocked.
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We don't write our names on the backs of pictures or write each other notes or send letters so now I don't recognize the handwriting of the people I love most. I love you and I have no clue what it looks like when you write your own name. I hate that.