A lot of people keep calling me about data bundles they bought with this particular short code *282*125# and didn’t receive? 😭 My number is apparently customer service now. Meanwhile, I don’t work for any network company.
Be careful with these data bundle shortcodes.
I love how the Bible did not hide that the same Elijah that could call down fire one minute could be discouraged the next
I also love how even when He was down, the Lord was still there with him.
This man at the hospital has been carrying his child and standing beside me.
I offered to stand so he could sit and he said he's not allowed to sit.
By who? His child.
I insisted and once he sat the child started crying "Daddy stand up"
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I’m disgustingly self aware there’s nothing you can tell me about my self or anything you think you know about me that I don’t already know
There’s nothing you can tell me about myself that I haven’t already spent weeks if not months or years overthinking.
A lot of people keep calling me about data bundles they bought with this particular short code *282*125# and didn’t receive? 😭 My number is apparently customer service now. Meanwhile, I don’t work for any network company.
Be careful with these data bundle shortcodes.
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💪🏻
In my 26 years of being on this planet, I've learnt that gratitude is everything .I am profoundly grateful to God for everything. Without His grace, it would have been a different story altogether.I am also eternally grateful for the unwavering support and love of my family.
If you can:
Send a street kid to school
Feed an orphanage for a month
Clear hospital bills
Support a local NGO
“Adopt” a widow
Volunteer your time
Do it.
Do something for someone who can never repay you.
Your life must be more than bread and butter.
Your life must be beyond you.
@Solomon_Buchi Breastfeeding, creating healthy relationships with your child. Read for them,put more emphasis on pictures that show remarkable growth ; like animal, plant, fruits, vegetables, things that makes kids curious and happy.
I bought a house close to the airport to motivate my son!
@Solomon_Buchi The best way to improve to a child's smartness is Books!!! Introduce your kids to reading at an early age, let them develop a flair for it. I don't advise buying of tabs for kids, less screen time,
I have written a lot of books to help with these ...
PRAYER POINTS FROM KOINONIA APRIL MIRACLE SERVICE.
Please engage powerfully throughout the week.
1.) Father, in the name of Jesus, I declare by the blood of Jesus freedom from every captivity and demonic influence, in the name of Jesus Christ (Isaiah 54:17).
just signed my offer letter for a global HR role that’s fully remote, more money, and they’re flying me out to London and Copenhagen in June. God 😭😭😭🙏🏽