Omo Egbin

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[Deborah Ocheido @d_ocheido]

I was 16 years old when this photo was taken. This was the first time I would “go out” with a male. It was a secondary school class mate

My mum was aware

Not only was she aware but we picked out my dress and did my hair together

I told her that a boy wanted to take me out and she said “sure, go and sit and gist”

This is how I was raised

And I personally believe that this was the main reason why I grew up chaste and did not make dumb mistakes as a growing young woman

Because my mum was my friend. She knew when to be a mother and when to be a big sis. When to be my bestie

Every man that spoke to me , my mum knew

I did not have have hide

I did not have to pretend

She told me I would like boys and that it was totally fine. But that it was like a plant I could nurse till it grows into something sinful, or I could quash it

She told me about sex

She told me outside marriage it wasn’t worth it and would just leave heartbroken and waste my time

She told me EVERYTHING.

You could not tell me anything new.

We gisted about boys.

She shared her own experiences growing up with me

She trusted me enough to send me out to meet a boy and not do anything foolish and come back home.

We grew up conservative but my mum made sure I made decisions by myself and understood the “why” behind the rules.

She taught me about consequence

She taught me about how that Gods way is always best

You could not deceive me

You could not lie to me and tell me rubbish

Mumsy was always ten steps ahead

The woman that I am today, I owe to my mother.

I hope more mothers, especially Christian mothers understand how to tow this delicate line

May God help us.

[Lady B - IYALODE OF X @mobola_ade]

My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS.

That is, I live with sickle cell disease.
My parents are both AS.

Oh, they They knew.
They were told.
They still married.

They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences.

I am the consequence.

I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear.

In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different.

By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat.

At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell.
We were both SS.

That day changed me forever.

My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…”
But the damage had already been done.

Sometimes I forgive them.
Sometimes I resent them deeply.
Both feelings live in me.

In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior.

What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode.
They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate.

And Relationships?
That’s another wound.

I’ve been loved… briefly.
The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly.

One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested.

Then one day, he stopped calling.

That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed.

Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other.

I am strong, yes.
But I am tired.

If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that

I didn’t ask to be a lesson.
But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters.

That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!.

Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻

[Instablog9ja @instablog9ja]

Billionaire Kenn Ricci discusses his wealth openly with his children and holds quarterly family meetings to review their finances.

[Aproko Doctor Global @aproko_doctor]

I thought fighting my dad meant shouting matches and slammed doors. I realized later that the hardest fight isn't against their authority, but against their fear. He wasn't trying to stop me from succeeding;

He was trying to stop me from failing. To win the fight, I didn't need to explain my vision. I needed to prove it worked.

[Aproko Doctor Global @aproko_doctor]

I woke up this morning with a single line playing in my head: I fought my father’s fears and won. ​

Saying this now still sounds unreal, because that’s not the kind of child I was meant to be.

[Joshua Mike-Bamiloye @jay_mikee]

I was wished death yesterday for reminding the people of God what the Bible says.

A former leader of our country passed away. During his tenure, many atrocities were committed; lives lost, futures shattered, and entire generations scarred by hardship and injustice. The pain is valid. The anger is understandable.

But what shocked me was seeing Christians rejoicing over his death. I got endless replies especially quoting verses like Proverbs 11:10: “When the wicked perish, there is rejoicing.”

Since yesterday, I’ve been insulted, mocked, and attacked by both Christians and non-Christians, some even wished me death, because I said believers ought not to rejoice when the wicked perish.

Not because we approve of their actions, but because we carry the heart of Jesus and understand the weight of eternity and the eternal fate of an unsaved soul.

Yes, Proverbs 11:10 exists. Psalm 58:10, and even Exodus 15, where the Israelites sang after Pharaoh’s army drowned.
But not everything recorded in the Bible is something we’re meant to imitate.
Some passages are descriptive: they show us what people did. Others are prescriptive: they show us what God commands us to do.

Just because the Bible says people rejoiced doesn’t always mean we are meant to do the same.
The real question is: what did Jesus teach us to do?
He taught us to pray for our enemies (Matthew 5:44),
-to bless those who curse us,
-to not repay evil for evil (Romans 12:17), and
-to not gloat when our enemy falls (Proverbs 24:17).

We forget: before we were saved, we too were the wicked. We were enemies of God, dead in sin, deserving of wrath (Ephesians 2:1–5). But God, in His mercy, reached out to us.

So no, don’t celebrate death, even of a wicked leader. Not because I approve of his actions, I don’t. I understand the impulse to rejoice. But this is about the state of our hearts. Do we want to look more like the world in our response, or more like Christ?

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[DON “Tobechukwu” Ade 👑 @Row_Haastrup]

Dr Paul Enenche would always say something, that “Never you keep quiet when your life or the fate of your destiny is being decided”

In this life, nothing great is given or handed over, you take it, you grab it. Don’t ever let👇

[Omo Egbin @egbinolamide]

@ChefLadun @chowdeck @ChowdeckSupport @megachicken_NG @ChowdeckSupport @chowdeck how does this even make sense to you guys... Do the needful abeg.

[Chef_ladun @ChefLadun]

@chowdeck @ChowdeckSupport I ordered for food from @megachicken_NG Amuwo branch on your app on sunday 16th of march 2025 around 7pm. Rider did not pick up until 8.30 which was totally fine. Checked the app around 9:23pm to confirm rider's ETA only to see it shows he had arrived

[𝐃𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 @DrJohnBishop]

In July 2014, while Lagos bustled with its usual chaos in the sweltering heat, a storm was brewing unknown to its lively residents.

It wasn’t a storm of traffic jams or fuel scarcity; this was deadlier. A man had arrived in Lagos via air travel, sweating and feverish. He even collapsed at the airport but nobody suspected what he was carrying with him in his body.

His name? Patrick Sawyer.
His condition? Highly contagious.
His disease? Ebola.

The world had been watching Ebola ravage West Africa, but Nigeria had yet to record a single case. That was about to change.

But there was no protocol. No preparation. And in a city of over 21 million people, even one mistake could mean disaster.

But one doctor stood between Nigeria and an epidemic.

Dr. Stella Adadevoh.

Here’s the story of how a Nigerian doctor stopped Ebola from spreading to potentially kill thousands but paid the ultimate price.

🧵 👇🏾

[Omo Egbin @egbinolamide]

@toach4shizzles Whoooooooooosssssshhhhhh 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[Omo Egbin @egbinolamide]

@timigrapher Quick tap in 🤭

[POJU OYEMADE @pastorpoju]

It starts next week on Tuesday through to Thursday.

Time: 9.00 am to 2.00 pm.

Pastor How and Pastor Lia from Singapore. Learn to minister across generations and build a deep bench for your ministry so as to minimise burn-outs.

The Covenant Place Iganmu Lagos Nigeria.

[Alma Asinobi @almaasinobi]

This is your reminder to always take pictures of your luggage before check in.

If your luggage gets swapped for any incriminating reason, or lost, that picture will go a long way.

This applies especially to flights going to places where drug laws are stringent.

[POJU OYEMADE @pastorpoju]

Put the hours in in prayer. Sometimes you need to push for a couple of hours into continous prayer to hit the "gusher" where the light shines forth and God's will becomes clear. When you hear from heaven you will know how easily you would have missed it going with what seemed right and acceptable.

[Omo Egbin @egbinolamide]

@ebelee_ 😭😭😭😭 word.
10 years in yellow house. Not first once.

[Babájídé @Babajiide]

I’m not pleased with how career successful people aren’t genuine and honest about the amount of work and sacrifices required to be successful. You went through a journey and now you come online and tell people they don’t need to put in that amount of o work ! Knowing fully well how capitalism works !

Haba ! We can like to create fairy tales but life isn’t one !

[Omo Egbin @egbinolamide]

@Olatunmibi Tunmi!!! Welcome 😂. Happy Birthday young man 🤗

[Omo Egbin @egbinolamide]

And when you do, be thankful and never forget the process. You can also share it to encourage others, just like this ☺️☺️☺️

[Ìfẹ́ @diaryofa9jagirl]

I remember when I passed out of NYSC, my friend and I had a saying, "I'm excited about the future... are you?" We said this so much to each other it became hilarious.

Were we really excited about the future? Me, not so much because I was going back home to Lagos to job hunt, she already passed a bank test and was starting her job immediately.

I was happy for her and wished her all the best. My job hunting started in full force but as I've told the story many times, it was quite a tough time for me. Gradually all my friends got steady jobs and I was left, amongst my close friends, the jobless one.

As I prayed and meditated on open heavens one of those days when it felt like the world hated me and I would never succeed here in Nigeria, the bible verse was Ecclesiastes 9:11. It gave me so much hope not because I was envious of my friends but because I never wanted to be the odd one out of them. I never wanted to be looked on with pity.

Look at my friends and I today, everyone doing well in their own space, none left behind, just that our timing isn't the same.

I know you're feeling like the odd one out, maybe among your family, friends, or colleagues but understand this, "...The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favour to the learned, but time and chance happen to them all."

Keep striving for where you want to be, you'll arrive JUST IN TIME.

I love you. ❤️😊