The only thing I'll add to this conversation is that "I'm not a feminist but I believe in the equal rights of women and men" is something that really sounds nice on paper and protects you from opposition.
Whenever you speak up against inequality, misogyny, unfair systems, they will still ascribe the term feminist to you. And when they do that, they will mean that you're rebellious or aggressive.
It won't matter what you say you're not; what will matter is what you believe, and the limits others think they're allowed to demand of your belief.
In all of this, I just want to thank women that fought tooth and nail for women’s rights to education, employment, ownership and everything we take for granted now. Let all of protect our mental health and peace which ever way we choose 🙏🏾
No hollywood studio wanted to produce the passion of the Christ. Too risky. Too controversial.
So Mel Gibson funded it himself, forming his own production company. He knew this would cost him everything.
When casting Jesus, Mel warned Jim Caviezel: "If you do this, you will be rejected by hollywood."
Jim took a day to pray. Then he called back: "We have to make it. I am 33. My initials are J.C."
Mel paused. "You are scaring me." And hung up.
What followed was the most brutal role in hollywood history.
Caviezel lost 45 pounds, was struck by lightning twice, and whipped by accident leaving a 14-inch scar. He dislocated his shoulder and developed pneumonia and hypothermia from hanging on the cross for hours. Filming the crucifixion alone took 5 weeks. He later underwent two open-heart surgeries due to stress.
Jim's goal was clear:
“I didn't want people to see me. I wanted them to see Jesus. Conversions will happen through that."
And they did. All over the world.
The film grossed $611 million worldwide and became the most successful R-Rated film in history.
But more than that, it brought christ's suffering to life and pierced hearts across the globe.
Pedro Sarubbi, who played Barabbas, said of Caviezel: "His eyes had no hatred. Only mercy and love." He converted to Christianity.
Luca Lionello, who played Judas, was a former Atheist. After filming, he became a christian and baptized his children.
A muslim technician on set watched the filming... and gave his life to Christ.
The passion of the Christ didn't just make headlines, it changed lives.
It sparked conversations in hollywood, conversions in living rooms, and tears in theaters around the world.
A film about his death led many to find true life.
Spiritual warfare 101 - No matter how overwhelmed you “feel” inside, never show the devil. You see, the devil is NOT Omniscient, so he does not know all things. The things he knows about us are things said and spoken of us. Or the things we let out from our mouths ourselves or by our reactions and actions. So while you may be overwhelmed in your soul, the way he gets to know is from your reaction. And because he is a wicked and oppressive entity, when he knows where it hurts, he robs it in the more.
But responding in praise confounds him. This is exactly the rationale behind the idea that praise confuses the enemy. Because he can’t understand why his onslaught is not causing you to give up and give in.
So beloved saints of God, regardless how you feel right now, find a way to release your praise !
“14 But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.”
Psalm 71:14.
You are BLESSED 🙂
To whom it may concern as copied from Tomiloba Babarinde on LinkedIn.
When an employee's contract is terminated mid-month, your instinct may be to pay only for the days worked (pro rata basis). However, the National Industrial Court has taken a different position.
In Mr. Abe Adewunmi Babalola v. Equinox International Resources Ltd (Unreported Suit No. NICN/LA/166/2015), the Claimant, had his appointment terminated on 7th September 2012. He had worked only 7 days into that month. When he filed his claim, he asked for a pro-rated fraction of his September salary — essentially, payment for those 7 days only.
In its decision, the Court answered this very question, i.e- Was the claimant entitled to a fraction of September salary or the full month?
Relying on its earlier reasoning in Grant Mpanugo v. CAT Construction Nig Ltd & Anor (Unreported Suit No. NICN/LA/660/2015), the Court reaffirmed an important principle:
Pro rata or fractional salary is not applicable to employees in periodic employment who are paid monthly. It applies only to daily paid workers.
The reasoning is practical. A monthly salary is not a daily rate multiplied by the number of days in a particular month. If it were, employees would earn different amounts across the year because the months are uneven. February has 28 or 29 days. March has 31.
If salary were to be calculated strictly by days, monthly pay would fluctuate across the year, which defeats the structure of periodic employment.
The Court therefore held that where an employer terminates employment within a new month, the employer is liable to pay the full salary for that month, not a fraction based on days worked.
Therefore, the claimant was entitled to his full September salary.
In conclusion, the next time you terminate an employee’s employment mid month, resist the instinct to divide the monthly salary by 30 or 31.
I am a woman. I am not an extension of anyone. I am not the supporting role in a life that was always meant to be yours.
I have my own hunger. My own anger. My own God, who I speak to directly without a man standing in the middle translating.
I have a name that existed before anyone loved me and will exist after everyone has forgotten to. I have opinions that were not given to me. I have a body that was not built for your comfort. I have a future that does not require your permission to begin.
I was not created to be palatable. I was not created to be manageable. I was not created to shrink myself down to a size that makes the people around me feel large.
I am a woman. Complete. Whole. Entire.
Not almost something. Not someone's potential. Just me.
Imagine your pastor standing on the pulpit this Sunday and announcing
“Due to gross misconduct, the entire choir is suspended till further notice.”
By next Sunday, half of the choir has relocated to another church where their “gift will be appreciated.”
There was a time responsibilities were privileges.
Now responsibilities are contracts.
A time service was honour.
Now service is negotiation.
I saw a generation where correction was part of discipleship.
Today, correction is interpreted as disrespect.
Before, when a pastor said,
“Step down for a while,”
people went back to prayer.
Now when a pastor says,
“Step down,”
people step out.
This is the reason a choir member can go clubbing post on her social media handles and pastor will like...
We have moved from raising sons to managing talents and the difference is loud.
Sons can be corrected.
Talents must be maintained.
Sons stay for alignment.
Talents stay for allowance.
Sons ask, “Where did I miss it?”
Talents ask, “Who do you think you are?”
I saw a generation where you could be sweeping the church floor faithfully, and the pastor says,
“You disobeyed instruction. Don’t sweep again.”
And that alone becomes your season of brokenness, repentance, and growth.
Today, remove someone from sweeping and they remove themselves from the church. They tell you how they've helped you and your ministry....
The altar was never designed to run like an office.
It was designed to raise men.
Lord, raise sons again.
Raise men who value correction more than position.
Raise hearts that fear losing alignment more than losing platforms.
Raise servants who understand that the greatest reward for service is not payment, It is preservation.
Amen
There’s this couple that lives two houses away from my house.
Every evening around 6pm, the husband comes back from work. Before he even enters the house, he honks lightly not aggressively just one soft beep.
And without fail, his wife comes out to meet him at the gate.
Not because she has to.
Not because he can’t open it himself.
But because she wants to.
One day I was close enough to notice something.
She had flour on her hands. She was clearly cooking. Yet she still ran out, wiped her hands on her apron, and met him halfway.
He stepped out of the car smiling like he hadn’t seen her in years.
No big drama. No over-the-top romance.
He just held her face for a second and said,
“Welcome back to me.”
And she laughed like it was the first time he ever said it.
They’ve been married for over 20 years.
But the way that man looks at her?
Like he still can’t believe she chose him.
And the way she waits for that soft horn every evening?
Like it’s her favorite part of the day.
That’s when I realized…
Maybe marriage isn’t about grand gestures.
Maybe it’s about someone who still feels like home every single day.🥺
#Utterly_useless_facts 😊
1. When you say "a, e, i, o, u" your mouth gets smaller with each vowel you say.
2. You don't really wash your hands; They actually wash each other while you stand there and watch. (Imagine)
3. If a man says you're ugly, he's being mean. If a woman says you're ugly, she's envious. If a little kid says you're ugly, you're ugly.
4. Things are not on fire. Fire is on things.
5. When you say 'forward' or 'backwards', your lips move in those directions.
(yes, just like that)
6. The word 'Australia' has three A's, all of which look the same but are pronounced differently.
7. If You Rip a Hole in a Net, There Are Actually Fewer Holes in It than there were before.
8. This sentence "All the faith he had had had had no effect on the outcome of his life." is actually correct.
9. Sometimes you have to sing the whole alphabet in your head just to find the next letter.
10. The latest scientific research has shown that you can travel on an aeroplane without announcing it on Social media.
11. What's more dangerous than running with scissors?
Falling on them (imagine).
12.Lazy fact #1725402648207549
You are too lazy to read that number
13. “Dammit I'm Mad " backwards is still "Dammit I'm Mad".
14. Nothing is behind Your Back. it is always in front of your back.
15. Most of the time, the people who tell you to calm down are the same people who made you angry in the first place.
16. Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
It's not fun to say, but ironically, this is the medical term for the fear of long words.
🤣🤣
I used to think there was something wrong with me because I could never stay at a job longer than a few years before it started to feel excruciatingly unbearable and unfulfilling. Even if I was really good at what I was doing. I never felt that I fit in. I never felt fully seen. I never felt chosen. Still don't. The more I awaken. The more I raise my frequency the more unbearable it becomes to publicly engage with a society that's forgotten how to feel. They don't feel. They don't care. They just look at you with blank, empty stares. For someone like me who feels with such deep empathy it's disheartening. So I just want you to know if you feel the same. If you've felt this way your whole life. You're not alone.
Sending me on an errand that requires constant communication with you, and then suddenly, when I get there, you stop picking up your calls.
I can’t act or make a decision without hearing from you, so I end up sitting and waiting while calling you repeatedly for several minutes.
I hate not having the right words.
My friend shared their problems with me. I feel really bad but I am not sure what to say.
The cliche ‘it is well’ ‘God will work it out’ doesn’t cut it.
I wish I had a solution. I really wish I could solve it.
I’m a pragmatic friend. Whenever my friends share their problems with me, after sympathizing, I’m immediately suggesting solutions.
- You don’t feel well? We’re going to the hospital.
- Financial crisis? Send aza for something small.
- Job search? Send your CV, let me see how I can help.
- Psychological breakdown? I’m pricing therapy.
- Query at work? Let’s draft a response together.
That’s the kind of friend I am.
..so it’s always so difficult for me when I can’t come up with any solution for my friends’ issue. 😞
I never just want to reassure you that it will be well. I want us to take steps towards that. But on this one, I don’t even know what to do.
It sounds funny until you realize that is a whole life philosophy in one sentence. You sit there with your giant emotional Stanley cup, refilling it all day, proud of yourself. You drink your 2 liters, 3 liters, you count your bottles like a good kid ticking boxes. On paper, you are doing everything right. And still your tongue feels like paper, your skin looks tired, your head hurts behind the eyes at 16:40, and you are one minor inconvenience away from wanting to lie face down on the floor. You keep thinking the answer is more of the same water.
Nobody tells you that sometimes you are not lacking volume. You are lacking minerals. You are lacking anything with weight.
Electrolytes sound like a gym word, but really they are just proof that the body does not run on purity. It runs on salt and mess and tiny charged things that hold the water in place. Think about how different it feels when you drink a glass of cold orange juice at 09:12 after a bad night of sleep compared to your fourth bottle of plain water at your desk. One hits like “oh, I exist again.” The other just runs straight through you, and twenty minutes later you are in the bathroom wondering why your organs still feel like dry towels.
A lot of people live like that. Drowning in content, in advice, in “healthy habits,” and still emotionally dehydrated. They scroll for three hours consuming wellness tips in bed, wake up at 7, drink water, do their 10 minutes of journaling, take 8000 steps before dinner, and still feel this static emptiness in their chest. They think, weird, maybe I need another habit tracker.
No one explained that habits are just water. Minerals are something else.
Minerals are the things that actually carry charge through your life. The phone call where you finally say what hurt you instead of being “chill” again. The ugly 23:37 breakdown in the shower where you admit you are not “fine, just tired,” you are lonely and scared you wasted three years on the wrong thing. The bowl of pasta you let yourself eat slowly without scrolling while your brain keeps trying to sprint ahead to the next problem and you keep dragging it back to the plate. The real rest day that is not secretly a productivity cosplay.
Of course plain water feels safer. It is neutral. It does not wake anything up. Electrolytes sting a little on the way in. Salt on a cracked lip, sugar in a starved system. Orange juice tastes so sweet after dehydration it almost hurts. It reminds your body of how long you have been ignoring it.
Same with life. You can drink twenty self help books and still be dehydrated if you never put in one real mineral: a boundary, a no, a goodbye, a yes that you actually want, not one that sounds impressive on Instagram. You can go to therapy and carefully avoid saying the one sentence that would actually change your blood pressure. You can talk about burnout like it is a scheduling issue instead of the fact that you do not believe you are allowed to be a human being who stops.
Everyone loves the aesthetic of “clean water.” No one posts “I added salt because my nervous system is fried from 10 years of people pleasing and pretending I’m chill with everything.” But that is what actually fixes things.
Sometimes the reason you feel so tired is not that you are underperforming. It is that everything you pour into yourself is frictionless. It does not cling to you. It does not bind. It slides right through and leaves you pee-clear and soul-empty.
The body tries to tell you. The headache at 17:23 that hits in the supermarket lighting. The way your vision gets grainy when you stand up too fast. The random heart flutters when you lie down, like your chest forgot its script. You drink more water, thinking you are being good, when what you need is to eat actual food, sprinkle some salt, sit down for fifteen minutes without being “useful.”
WOMEN, NEVER DISMISS THE FEELINGS OF A FATHER WHO JUST WELCOMED A BABY.
When Two People Become Parents
Dear Maraji and Solomon,
I watched the conversation unfold, a man’s quiet lament, and the world’s loud reaction.
Maraji dismissed him, and Solomon Buchi defended him, and somewhere between their words lies a truth we rarely name... that childbirth does not only birth a child, it births two new people.
As an expert on this, I see it every day the beautiful chaos of pregnancy. A woman’s body stretches beyond what she thought was possible. Her heart expands, her hormones wage a small revolution, and her emotions dance between fear and faith. She deserves tenderness, not just applause.
But there is also a man, the one who becomes a father in theory before he becomes one in practice. The one who stands beside the bed and wonders where the woman he once knew has gone. He is told to be strong, and so he swallows his fear. He is told it’s not about him, and so he hides his pain. He is told women go through more, and so he stops talking altogether.
And yet, silence does not mean absence. Sometimes silence is simply love... wordless, clumsy, aching love.
Fatherhood begins not in the first cry of the baby, but in the quiet hours before it... in the waiting, in the pacing, in the unspoken prayers whispered between contractions.
So yes, Maraji is Wrong here for dismissing the valid feelings of the man and right in saying pregnancy is demanding, and women deserve oceans of grace. And yes, Solomon Buchi is right too...men’s emotions matter, even when they come wrapped in restraint.
The goal is not to compete in exhaustion, but to coexist in understanding.
Because when a woman births a child, and a man learns to love in new ways, both are reborn.
Let us remember to check on both parents. Because motherhood is sacred, yes but fatherhood, too, deserves tenderness.
“A man can love you deeply and still cheat.”
“A man can love you deeply and still forget your birthday”
Make una remain small thing for the man wey hate you.