England players sound like this, too, when they lose. Must be a European thing. This existential delusion. Dave Chappelle once said that when he saw poor white people, they always looked comfounded, like it shouldn't be happening to them. After all, they've been told all their lives that poverty is uniquely and exclusively African. Very interesting mentality.
Sometimes when the UK gets a few days of serious heat & it starts becoming a public safety issue, I think about how deliberate slavery & colonialism in Africa really were.
Imagine leaving your cold island, entering that heat, sleeping badly in the jungle while mosquitoes are eating you alive, watching people around you get sick from fever & still deciding that the next expedition must continue b/c there was labour, land & wealth to extract.
Nobody endured that by mistake. It was driven by something more than just glory and Empire. It's something deeper & more cruel, something that doesn't just die with "modernisation".
I lost my job few weeks ago but no one knew this because I got another one less than 2 weeks later. One of my former colleagues got a job and told the recruiter about me. She told them to interview me so I can assist her. They did and gave a higher offer but she didn’t mind.
Another former colleague called me now to find out if I’ve gotten a job because he has another offer for me. He even suggested that I do that one alongside my current job because he believes I lock in so hard on my job and he’s right. I just won’t do it because I believe multi tasking is a productivity flaw (been there, done that).
I’m sharing all these to say that I’ve met wonderful people in my lifetime from different countries, races and tribes and I’m so grateful 🥹.
- Bachelor of Education
- Master of Education (Psychology)
- Post Graduate Diploma in Public Health
- Master of Philosophy (Human_Rights)
- Master of Public Health
- PhD (Educational Psychology
One of the things that nearly collapsed my marriage within its first five years was silent treatment and malice. At some point, my husband even proudly mentioned that he once kept malice with his sister for an entire year 😳
To me, this was strange because I came from a home where we are throwing punches at each other this minute, eating from the same plate and jump on each other’s backs the next minute like nothing happened. I genuinely thought that was how every family functioned.
As a natural overthinker, silence used to torture me badly. I would become restless and emotionally unsettled, and most times I would end up apologising just to restore peace, even when I was the one who had been wronged.
Mind you, throughout all that silence, we would still exchange Salaam every morning. I would cook his meals and he never rejected them. He would continue carrying out all his responsibilities, including pulling me into his arms every night because he knew I slept better there 🤭
It was just conversations and our normal banter that disappeared.
Until one night.
We had not properly spoken for almost two weeks and my mouth was beginning to smell to me from the silence 😭 so I woke him up and said:
Me: Divorce me.
Him: Hmm? What did you say? (clearing his eyes sharply)
Me: You heard me. Since you don’t want to talk to me, kuku divorce me and let me go back to the people who would happily talk to me endlessly.
Him: Just go back to sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning.
Me: Got down from the bed and started packing my clothes into a box.
Him: You are serious?
Me: Oh, you think I’m joking? Just watch me.
Him: Oya come here…
That night marked the end of silence and prolonged malice in my marriage because we talked till daybreak. We addressed a lot of things honestly and established ground rules for communication, conflict resolution and problem-solving moving forward.
For days after that, all I kept hearing was:
“Don’t you ever utter that word in this house again. It is prohibited.”
My husband is still not as expressive as I am, but he has made very significant efforts since then, and honestly, that effort matters a lot.
Last last, one of the most important things in marriage is being with someone who genuinely wants to be in your life as much as you want to be in theirs.
“The best punishment a man can give a woman is malice 😭 just ignore her, stop talking to her and come home late…
It’s better than physically beating a woman. Any man that beats his wife is a BIG FOOL”
— Frank Edoho
That Frank’s interview lol if you’re experienced with babes, you’d know PROLONGED “silent treatment” is a very rookie mistake for a woman YOU WANT in your life.
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One of the kindest and nicest person I made friend from here is Fulani. One of the people who helped me the most at workplace in the Netherlands is Yoruba, & one of the sweetest & craziest friend I’ve ever had is Edo, but una wan make I follow una de generalise people?
I never knew that simply being the quiet coworker who comes to work, does their job, minds their business, and avoids gossip could bother people so much.
Moved to Canada and spent my first winter alone in a basement apartment. No family around, no real friends yet. Just me and a laptop.
The first person who invited me over for dinner was a coworker I barely knew. Changed everything. Not because of the food. Because someone saw me before I had anything to offer.
That kind of kindness stays with you longer than any promotion or milestone.
Who was that person for you?