This is exactly what I mean by “Forced socialization” an average Nigerian kid don’t see that defect in other kids , in their subconscious mind, they’re are all the same , atleast I can speak for LAPO BABIES, not the NEPO ONES.
If you grow in that middle class communities or trenches you can tell .
They don’t see that boy less useful because he was amputated, you can easily draw conclusions why a long year nonverbal autistic kid started talking and acting normal when he was relocated to Nigeria within months.
Thanks for the retweet ❤️✊🏾, I appreciate it ✅✅✅
Don’t let my looks fool you 😔. I smile in photos, but I’m drowning inside.
The cheapest IVIG I could find is $88,800 💔not $280,000 anymore. Scan to check how far we’re going?
My body is at war, Dad he passed on.
GOD 🙏
@CitybwoyBrookl2@thenanaaba@jebril_yusif Nice, I think you can shrink most of the experiences into two pages max. And you can do some more work on your summary. Good luck
A few months after I lost my job, I finally got hired again.
Different company. Better pay. Bigger title.
I was excited but also terrified. First day nerves hit me harder than I expected. New office. New people. That quiet pressure to prove I deserved to be there.
The night before my first day, I couldn’t sleep.
At 2 AM I was in the living room rehearsing
introductions in my head, already convincing myself they’d regret hiring me.
My husband walked out, half-asleep, and didn’t ask what was wrong.
He already knew.
The next morning, he woke up earlier than me. Made coffee. Ironed my outfit. Packed my lunch even cut the fruit the way I like it.
When I came out dressed, trying to act calm, he looked at me like I was about to walk onto a stage.
“You don’t have to be the best one in the room today,” he said. “Just be the most you. That’s what got you hired.”
On my drive to work, I noticed something in my bag.
A folded sticky note.
“If you start doubting yourself, read this: You survived worse. You rebuilt. You’re not lucky to be there — they’re lucky to have you.”
I didn’t cry when I lost my job.
I cried in the parking lot before my first day back.
Because this time, I realized something else about marriage:
It’s not just about who holds you when you fall.
It’s about who believes in you when you stand back up. It’s about who waters you while you’re growing not just when you’re broken.
And again… I didn’t have to ask.
He was already awake.
@_ghanaprince@RayAnkrah0 That particular place misdiagnosed a close person to me. The person came complaining of throat and neck pain and the nurse just said ‘you have cervical spondylosis’ as if it’s toffee she’s sharing. Our health care system is just in shambles!!!
The woman captured by the CCTV camera in the second frame allegedly stole a baby shortly after the mother delivered at Mamprobi Polyclinic yesterday.
Kindly report to the nearest police station if you see her or have any information about her whereabouts.