SHOCKING !!!
Which Food Stays in Your Stomach the Longest:
1. Chicken takes 2–3 hours to digest.
2. Eggs digest in just 30 minutes.
3. Cashews need 2–6 hours to digest.
4. Almonds take about 2–3 hours.
5. Carrots digest in 50 minutes.
6. Watermelon needs only 20 minutes.
7. Water passes in just 5 minutes.
8. Potatoes take around 60 minutes.
9. Apples digest in about 40 minutes.
10. Rice takes 1–2 hours to digest.
11. Fish digests in 45–60 minutes.
12. Beans need 2–3 hours to digest.
13. Cheese takes about 4–5 hours.
14. Bread digests in 3 hours.
15. Milk takes 1.5–2 hours to digest.
16. Pasta needs around 2 hours.
17. Red meat (beef/lamb) takes 4–6 hours.
18. Leafy greens digest in 30–40 minutes.
19. Banana takes 30 minutes to digest.
20. Pizza takes about 6–8 hours to digest.
21. Hot Dog takes around 4–5 hours to digest.
Anthony Cardinal Olubunmi Okogie was born #OnThisDay in 1936. He became a priest at 30 in 1966. 5 yrs later, he was made a Bishop & he became Catholic Archbishop of Lagos 7 yrs after ordination at 37.
In 2003, he was elevated to the Cardinalate.
In his prime, Cardinal Okogie was the most formidable voice for dignity, justice, accountable government, & against military rule. Today, he turns 90.
He can look back at his priestly & episcopal service with pride & gratitude.🎂🙏🎂
Message to Obidients
I have said that the Obidients are the greatest political resource for Nigeria’s political transformation.
Now, listen
Forget the primaries
Focus on driving @PeterObi to the presidency
30 good legislators would not change Nigeria
1 truly transformative President will change Nigeria.
Focus on Peter Obi. Support NDC. Get to work
@kenkenlewu I pray for your complete healing and that God Almighty will never allow your faith to shake.
He will always send benefactors to supply your needs.
Back in the day, I had a friend from Liberia.
Her parents were upper-middle-class and lived in Monrovia.
She said they woke one day to find rebels at the doorstep of Monrovia, and there was a mad dash to the airport. She said a country had sent planes to evacuate its citizens from Liberia, but the Liberians were buying the seats on those planes to escape.
Her parents could only afford to send her; she never saw them again.
I asked, “This war didn't start in one day; why didn't you leave earlier?”
She said, “We simply heard about an attack here and there and never assumed it would come to Monrovia.”
Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!
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HEARTBREAKING: Her 10-month-old baby was cut in half with a knife in front of her, her husband shot dead, and she watched them split her second child's skull with a machete. They also cut off one of her hands.
This is life for Christians in Nigeria. The media remains silent.
I’m saying this with tears in my eyes.
To think I lost 5 suitors because there was no road to my father’s compound. Many people may not understand, but that’s my truth.
After years of disappointments, embarrassment, and heartbreak, God sent Alex Otti.
You didn’t just build a road, you restored our dignity and gave us hope again. Now, as a fine girl, I can finally do my shakara without restraint.
I am truly grateful, Papa. ❤️
#Happy3YearsOfSelflessService