I’ve had my WhatsApp read receipts turned off since around 2017.
During an ASUU strike, I got a sales rep job through a friend. One day, my boss noticed that my read receipts were off and started explaining how to turn them back on.
I told him, “Sir, I know how read receipts work. I turned them off myself.”
He then told me that if I wanted to keep working for him, I would need to switch them back on.
I reminded him that we already had a business line for work communication, and the read receipts on that line were on. My personal phone is my personal property.
He said if I wouldn’t change it, he would have to let me go.
The next day, I submitted my resignation letter.
Am I loving you right?
Am I making you feel safe with me? 🤍
Do you feel heard when you talk to me?
Is there anything I do that hurts you without knowing?
Am I giving you the attention you need?
Do you feel respected in this relationship?
What can I do to love you better?
Am I communicating clearly with you?
Do you feel secure about us? Are valid questions.
Oh, I’m the "stay on the call with me" type.
The type that will say don’t hang up yet, even when the conversation has finished. Just stay there, breathing, existing, and keeping each other company.
We’ll be on the call, but at the same time, we’re sharing reels on Instagram.
"Babe, check the one I just sent you."
"Wait, did you see my WhatsApp status?"
"No no, FaceTime me, I want to see your reaction properly."
So we are mostly on a call, FaceTiming, laughing at the same reel, and discussing a status update like it’s a project defense. Because sometimes the romance is not even in the conversation, it’s in the presence.
But I know most of you can’t relate, na only OPay and Palmpay dey romantically involved with una.
DECISIONS: LET ME DRAG THIS MY COLLEAGUE!... SOFTLY
... BECAUSE WE AGRE BOUND BY HIPPOCRATIC OATH
A Tough Decision, A Surprising Outcome: A Message About PCOS, Fertility, and Choices
Dear Colleague,
I hear the fatigue in your story, and I hear the tenderness too, and I hear the quiet fear that hides behind clinical language. Because when love meets uncertainty, it does not wear a lab coat; it wears anxiety. You made a decision, and it was heavy, and it was human. And yet, as doctors, we must ask ourselves what we are truly afraid of illness, or the stories we have told ourselves about illness. Because sometimes, we do not leave because the road is impossible, but because we imagine it will be.
And then there is PCOS, that small cluster of letters that society has turned into a sentence of doom. Yet medicine, stubborn and hopeful, tells another story. The Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists reminds us that women with PCOS are not barren lands; they are complex terrains. Many will conceive naturally, and others with help, and most with time, and some with all three. But certainty does not belong to any womb, not the “normal” one and not the “polycystic” one. Fertility is not a promise; it is a conversation between biology and patience, and sometimes prayer, and often science.
So yes, your choice was honest, and honesty is a form of courage. But let us also be honest about what this moment teaches us. PCOS does not cancel womanhood, and it does not evict motherhood. It only asks for strategy. It asks for kindness. It asks for doctors who refuse lazy conclusions. And so I will gently scold you or maybe drag you, because you are my colleague and therefore my responsibility, and because medicine must never be afraid of nuance. The myth that PCOS equals infertility must die quietly, like all tired myths do.
And to the women who carry this diagnosis like a scarlet letter, know this: you are not broken, and you are not behind, and you are not a medical tragedy. You are a story still being written. The mold you were told you must fit into is old, and cracked, and unnecessary. Your body is not a failure; it is a negotiation. And negotiations, when handled with care, often end in victory.
So let us say this clearly, and let us say it loudly: statistics are guides, not gods. Choices are valid, but assumptions are dangerous. And love, whether for a patient or a partner, must be informed, not frightened. Because when we confuse diagnosis with destiny, we do more than misread science; we betray hope.
The safest way to travel is by plane. Do you know why?
Because they crash.
A few months ago, I learned a concept called Black Box Thinking which is a system that defines how entire industries respond to failure.
In aviation, when a plane crashes, they don't just look for who to blame.
They find a device called a Black Box, retrieve the data, and then ask what went wrong with the system.
And there is a reason for this.
To explain this, there is a famous story of a crash involving an Asian airline years ago.
When investigators listened to the recording from the black box, they found the engine didn't just fail on its own, the junior pilot actually noticed a mistake.
But because of a cultural hierarchy in Asia that demanded absolute respect for elders, he didn't question his senior pilot.
Instead, he hinted and spoke softly and the plane crashed.
That tragedy changed aviation safety forever.
It moved the focus from "Who made the mistake?" to "Why did the system allow this mistake?"
As we stand on the 29th of December, looking back at 2025, I want you to adopt this strategy of Black Box Thinking.
Most of us look at our failures this year and feel shame.
We hide the crash, and blame the economy, government, or something that does not exist.
But Black Box thinking demands a harder question: "How did I contribute to this problem?"
Did I stay silent when I should have spoken up?
Did I rely on motivation instead of a system?
Did I ignore the data because of my ego?
Don't bury your failures of 2025.
Open the box and analyze it.
Because that is the only way to fly safer in 2026.
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