Marriage is indeed a complex institution, and at every turn you make, the dynamics change. Happy to learn that marriage in the Western world is a state-supervised contract that has been duping men all along.
Is Accountability not supposed to be both ways? A woman initiates a divorce because she knows her share of the man’s wealth is enforceable. Is she supposed to get state protection for that too?
Let me tell you about the picture in Frame 1.
In August 2017, as a litigation lawyer in Lagos, I had work to do that required me to be at the office during the weekend.
There was only one problem that weekend.
I had a 16 months old son, no nanny and no one to leave him with at home so I asked my boss if I could bring him with me and she was gracious enough to agree. While I was working, my son fell asleep and I had to lay him down on the floor beside my table.
In that moment, I took a picture of him sleeping and made a promise to myself that if I ever had my own firm, at some point in that journey, no woman working with me who had a caregiver emergency and needs to be at work will have to lay her baby on the floor.
That same day, I thought of my struggles as a breastfeeding mother in the workplace and promised again that no woman working with me who had a baby will ever have to struggle for a private space to use her breast pump at work, relieve her aching breast to focus and save some quality milk for her baby.
Frame 2
Today, we finished the renovation of our office building complete with a nursing room.
Litigation is tough for women.
The firm should not make it tougher.
Strichland LP has a nursing room and today, by the grace of God, I kept that promise.
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#WomenInLitigation
One of the the Supreme Court judges & the only dissenting judgment in the case agreed that Sunday Jackson satisfied all the elements of self-defence under Nigerian law because;
he was not the aggressor,
he faced imminent danger,
had no safe avenue of retreat, &
he used force proportionate to the threat.
Sunday Jackson deserves clemency. It is a good day to #freesundayjackson
Free Sunday Jackson.
The Middle Belt man from Adamawa State who fought back against Fulani terrorists who attacked him in his farm and was punished for it
Despite being stabbed by a terrorist who attacked him, Sunday Jackson fought back in self-defense
Instead of justice, a Nigerian court has sentenced him to death for murder.
#FreeSundayJackson
Grave Miscarriage of justice against Sunday Jackson
This is Mr. Sunday Jackson, from Adamawa State. On March 7, 2025, the highest Court in Nigeria sentenced him to death by hanging for disarming and k!ll!ng a fulani terrorist who attacked him in his own farm.
In 2015, Jackson, a 29-year-old farmer and student from Dong Community in Demsa LGA of Adamawa, was working on his farm in Kodomti Community, Numan LGA when Buba Ardo Bawuro, a herdsman, herded his cattle into his farm to feed on his crops.
Jackson challenged him but the herdsman pulled out a knife and attacked him twice.
Although wounded, Jackson was able to seize the knife and stab him in return. Bawuro later died from his wounds.
The police arrested and tried the farmer with culpable homicide in Yola High Court. The charge carried a death sentence under Section 211 of the penal code.
He was subsequently sentenced to death by hanging by the lower court.
He appealed to the Court of Appeal and later the Supreme Court, but the death sentence was upheld.
This ruling sets a dangerous precedent that undermines self-defence claims in similar situations, sending a chilling message to those who might defend their livelihoods.
Justice System Critique.
This case reveals systemic biases and inadequate legal representation, raising serious concerns about the integrity of Nigeria’s judicial process.
Funke Adeoye, the founder of Hope Behind Bars, the prison reform non-governmental organisation which provided legal aid to Jackson, confirmed that one of the judges had dismissed the charges against him but he was convicted based on the confessional statement he wrote without the help of a lawyer.
Jackson’s case has attracted national and international attention. Civil society organisations say that his conviction did not consider mitigating circumstances.
The Nigerian public has also been keen on the case. A petition on that has now reached 70,000 signatures appeals that Jackson be granted a presidential pardon.
Sunday has now spent 9 years in custody for an act of survival.
https://t.co/lU1X9M8XbN
H/T ijeomadaisy
RT and tell the world about the abuse of justice in Nigeria
Whatever you do today, please don't forget.
Don't forget that a child, who could have been 20 today, is currently laying cold in the ground.
Her murderers raped her to death and they get to live their lives.
Please don't forget. Her name was Ochanya.
#JusticeForOchanya
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Consent doesn’t stop at the wedding altar.
In a healthy marriage, intimacy is a shared choice, not an obligation. Respecting your partner’s “yes” or “no” builds trust, love, and safety.
For your information: silence is NO, reluctance is NO. Consent must be F.R.I.E.S: Freely given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic, and Specific.
ire o. #twocents
I want to share a heartwrenching piece of History with you.
You may have heard fragments of this before but this is the true story of the Mothers of Modern Gynecology.
It began with Anarcha.
Anarcha Westcott was a Black teenage girl, enslaved in Alabama, who became pregnant. After an excruciating and prolonged labor, she developed vaginal and rectal fistulas. These are deep, agonizing tears between the birth canal, bladder, and rectum.
She leaked urine and feces constantly, living in relentless pain, stripped of dignity, isolated by shame, but instead of receiving care or compassion, Anarcha was turned into a subject of experimentation, by a doctor who is now referred to as the Father of Gynecology.
Dr. J. Marion Sims did not see a suffering girl, but a clinical opportunity. His goal wasn’t to heal Anarcha; it was to craft a surgical technique that could relieve white women who were beginning to suffer from similar complications.
Over the course of several years, Sims cut into Anarcha more than 30 times, without anesthesia, without consent, without mercy. He claimed Black people didn’t feel pain like white people and this lie was used to justify her torture.
Each time she cried out, restrained, fainted and conscious, he documented her agony but he never stopped.
When he finally succeeded with Anarcha’s broken body which had provided the "data" he needed, he moved on and used everything he learnt to develop techniques. White women received the perfected surgery, now performed with anesthesia, in sterile settings, with gentleness and care.
Even though Anarcha was discarded and her suffering never acknowledged, she wasn’t alone.
Two other enslaved women, Lucy and Betsey, were also used in Sims’ repeated experiments. Lucy nearly died from infection. Their bodies were turned into test sites.
Sims rose to fame. He founded the first women’s hospital in the United States. Statues were raised in his honor but Anarcha, Lucy, and Betsey were erased.
For more than a century, they were left out of the textbooks. Their pain was the foundation of modern gynecology, yet their names were nowhere to be found.
Anarcha was not a patient. She was a victim of medical violence.
She is also the reason countless lives have been saved.
She is the foundation of modern gynecology. And her story is no longer invisible.
#WhatWhitePeopleDid #WWPD
Everyone loves to pretend their playlist is a window into their soul, but half the time it’s just nostalgia, someone else’s heartbreak, or whatever got stuck in your head at the grocery store. Still, there’s a weird intimacy in showing someone your favorite songs – as if the bands you love could translate the wiring in your brain, the way you move through the world.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s why it feels like a test when someone asks what you listen to. Like, if I say the wrong artist, they’ll decide I’m basic, or fake, or just not on their wavelength. This unspoken belief that the right taste makes you interesting, clever, worth a deeper conversation – as if your Spotify Wrapped could double as a personality test.
You know, i’ve met people with the most “sophisticated” music libraries who couldn’t string a kind sentence together if they tried, and others whose playlists are just chart hits but whose minds are sharp and weird and unforgettable. Music taste says more about how you want to be seen than how you actually think. I’ll take someone who plays one song on repeat and knows why they love it over someone with a perfect crate-digger collection any day.
Deep down, I think we just want someone to listen with us – not to judge our taste, but to hear the parts of ourselves we can’t say out loud. Intelligence has nothing to do with it. Connection always sounds better in stereo.
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