The wait is over ..
11yrs of expecting and God answered with Triplets…
This is the day that the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.
Help me congratulate my sis 💕💕..
Small Ijaw boy from Bayelsa carried bole come Lagos… and Lagos showed up. 🔥❤️
What started as a simple idea turned into a beautiful gathering of food, culture, music and community.
Still blown away by the love, support and turnout.
Bayelsa to Lagos. One bole at a time. 🙌🏾🔥
I’m working towards being the best silicone specialist I can be in prosthetics for amputee’s. I’m manifesting this. It’s literally going to be my life’s work. Doing all the extensive research I need right now to achieve this. I might need y’all help soon…
“ I’m really grateful to the fact that Fela kuti really lived up to his name during his time so that we can get and experience the full & true organic nature of what he was because this generation is filled will stup1d & ign0rant people”
- Burna boy
URGENT_*
We had an incident today Wednesday 21/January/2026 . A bag was stolen with my boss’s laptop, phone, and important docs.
Culprit caught on CCTV. If you know him or have info, please contact 08130788485.
Please help spread the word 🙏.
If you're walking around right now with a tightness in your chest, caused by past trauma, country/work/money frustrations & hardship, family wahala etc. I do pray the tides turn in your favor and you receive a release you never imagined or thought possible.
There’s a phase you’d get to, tweeting about Nigeria will sound like you are screaming at yourself in a deserted space. Then you stop tweeting and now start retweeting others.
E don choke, you don tire.
Na there I dey now.
Gradually they are grooming their kids to continue from where they stopped and the children of the previous slaves will serve the children of their parents masters. Gradually Nigeria will silently become a monarchical state for politicians.
Osborn saw the police recruitment form.
He saw the Army enlistment form.
But he chose the ₦30m APC chairmanship form.
They expect you to join the police or the army,
so you can go and protect Osborn.
Your parents may have made unwise decisions,
but touch your chest and say it loud:
I am a human being, born with dignity.
My life shall count. I will live a life greater than that of my parents.
This f00lishness stops with me and will not define my generation.
These are called positive words of affirmation
I love how the Bible never white washes anybody.
They’ll be like “this person is called this by God, but hold on let’s tell you the wicked thing they still did”.
Your good o, your bad o, they’ll say it so you can know God uses imperfect people.
When I tell this story, I’m doing my best to say it as recorded. I repeat, not my words. But as entrenched in the archives. Carefully watch the video again. And if all you have is to reply with abuses, I’m sorry, I’m not the one who cut you. But you can bleed on. I’m not stained
What happened in our theatre today...my hands are still shaking as I type this.
She came into the hospital walking.
Fully conscious.
Talking.
Holding her belly.
A 36-week pregnant woman.
Her complaint sounded simple at first:
“Please nurse… I have severe headache, my body is weak, and my baby has not been moving well since morning.”
Her face looked tired.
Her eyes looked heavy.
We checked her blood pressure.
Very high. Dangérously high.
Protein in her urine.
Swollen feet.
Warning signs everywhere.
Severe pre-eclampsia.
Before we could even finish explaining, she suddenly grabbed the bed rail and said,
“I feel dizzy…”
And then it happened.
Her eyes rolled back.
All white.
She stopped responding.
We called her name loudly.
No answer.
We shook her gently.
Pinched her.
Still nothing.
Within seconds, the room changed.
Oxygen was applied.
IV lines rushed in.
The monitor alarms started screaming.
The baby was still inside her.
And now… the mother was slipping away.
She was rushed straight to theatre for an emergency caesarean section.
Inside the operating room, fear sat with us.
Her eyes were still rolled back.
She wasn’t responding to voice, pain, or touch.
The anaesthetist kept calling her name.
Nothing.
Then suddenly, her vitals dipped.
The surgeon said quietly but firmly:
“We cannot wait.”
The incision was made.
The baby was delivered fast.
A baby boy.
No cry.
The paediatrician moved immediately.
Suction.
Oxygen.
Stimulation.
Seconds felt like years.
Then…
A weak cry.
Then another.
Life.
Relief swept through the room but it didn’t last.
Because the mother still hadn’t woken up.
Minutes passed.
Her eyes were still white.
Her body still.
Someone whispered,
“What if she doesn’t come back?”
We kept calling her name.
Nothing.
Then, suddenly her fingers twitched.
Just once.
Everyone froze.
We called her name again.
This time…
Her eyelids fluttered.
Slowly… painfully…
She opened her eyes.
Confused.
Disoriented.
The first thing she whispered was:
“My baby… where is my baby?”
We brought the baby closer.
The cry filled the theatre.
Tears rolled down her face.
And down ours too.
Because moments earlier…
We thought we were losing her.
Today, the theatre became a place of féar, silence, prayer and mercy.
Two lives stood at the edge.
Both came back.
And we were reminded again:
Sometimes emergencies come quietly.
Sometimes côllapse comes suddenly.
And sometimes… miracles happen after everyone has already lost hope.
To every mother reading this:
Your testimony will not d!e.
You will not loose your life during labour
Your baby will survive
Your blessings will not be thrown away.
Whatever looks lost, God will return with life.
A baby born from confusion…
A mother Saved by mercy…
Protected by heaven.
This was not medicine.
This was a miracle that refused to stay silent.
Share this to bless another mother.
#A real life story from a nurse