Funmi Olu

[Alex Onyia @winexviv]

Focusing a major part of my education intervention in the South East is not tribalism.

I am not a political office holder. I’m just an ordinary citizen like you.

If you feel upset about it, why not focus on your region?

Our collective efforts will make Nigeria better.

[Jade Osiberu @jadeosiberu]

I know a number of people who didn’t marry their “spec” but are in the healthiest marriages I know. Their spec was typically whatever was culturally deemed to be at the apex of the attractiveness pyramid when they were growing up. For a lot of guys in my generation, it was the music video “vixens” from the late 90s/early 2000s Hip & R&B music videos with ‘coke bottle figures’ and or light skinned eurocentric features. When it’s time to find a partner for the very serious endeavor of sharing a life with, that “spec” is simply inadequate as a measure of compatibility and that’s understandable. The foolishness though is communicating it as though their partner somehow didn’t measure up to their “spec” instead of simply admitting that the idea of their spec was stupid all along and a young boy’s lack of wisdom of what makes a good life partner.

Communicating publicly or even privately to your partner that they weren’t your spec to begin with may seem harmless, after-all you’re just being honest. But subconsciously, it’s an ego trip for you who “settled” and for your the partner, it’s a chip they will always carry on their shoulder that to you, they aren’t quite enough. They’re missing something you had always longed for, so much so that you still consider it to be your “spec”. It’s an unnecessary mind fuck and a cruel thing to say about somebody who is sharing a life with you. No matter how flowery you are with the compliments that come after. You’ve already knocked them down several pegs.

If the point is to say your spec changed then talk about the stupidity of having a spec to begin with. Because I’ve never heard anyone in these situations talk about character attributes being their spec, it’s always superficial stuff. Or speak about how meeting your partner opened your eyes to what true beauty is. Speak in ways that elevate and affirm your partner.

[Nsikak Daniel, MD @nsidaniel11]

July 1st. The first day of residency for so many. While I'm celebrating every new intern today, my heart aches a lot for the Nigerians and others affected by the travel ban whose visas were denied. After years of sacrifice and hard work, they deserved this day too.

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@Emmy_dann I have been thinking a lot about this. Still waiting for a few of my people from Match 2026 to get in.

['Dee Of MedPlug @LuyiDee]

@dretkandi has been hacked and they are stealing content from her instagram to further impersonate her. @Support please respond to her filed report immediately!

[Dr Kamlesh Darji @DrKamleshDarji1]

Residency tip:

Find your one person.
The co-resident you can text "I want to quit and become a farmer" at 11 PM and they reply "same, what time!??."
Isolation is what actually breaks people, not the workload. The survival truth is that residency is genuinely easier when you're miserable together than when you're coping alone.

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@DrETKandi Congratulations! 🎊

[Jesi @jesidamina]

Please remember that your body in its natural state is not “un”-anything. It’s presentable and good.

[Justin Skycak @justinskycak]

The cost of avoiding structure is that every day has to be renegotiated from scratch.

[Olúwatósìn Olaseinde @tosinolaseinde]

Dear God,
I want to attend a big Indian wedding.

[platinumpizza™ @Xeon4f145d96s1]

Difficult to implement IMO as you are not going to be able to defend missing a subdural in court, which alcoholics already are at an increased risk of, given how vague and non-specific the histories are regarding the confusion.

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@iamrenike I spend too much time on social media! 🤣🤣🤣

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@tosinolaseinde The kneeling all the way down is reserved for my parents/family/situation/occasion and even with my parents it’s not every day/single time it happens. I think my friend’s Yoruba parents would also receive the same courtesy. But then again, I didn’t grow up in Yoruba land.

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@drrdemon Black out curtains, good quality scrubs, living close to the hospital and avoiding a commute. Weekend getaways with friends, home delivery for groceries.

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@drpepple_ Okay but does the years of medical training including residency/fellowship count for all the grinding period or grinding is still needed in the post-training years?

[Funmi💕 @DrFunmiwilliams]

Congratulations to everyone who matched today! And to those who didn’t; I was in your shoes 3 years ago. This moment does not define you. Keep going, keep believing, and don’t give up!!!

[Ungugu, MD @whales_medics]

All the very best tomorrow to all IMGs

#Match2026

[The Lord's storyteller @LajuIren]

When you see this, please retweet and say ONOBIREN! See cinematography nau! We need 2k retweets on this please!

First official trailer for sweet film, out in cinemas on March 6th!

Thank you!

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

I became a father yesterday.

My wife did this without an epidural. I watched her suffer in ways I will never fully comprehend, carrying a weight I could not share no matter how I tried. For nine months, I was present but powerless.

Pregnancy forced me to confront something modern life constantly tries to erase: you must wait. Painfully. Excruciatingly. There are no shortcuts to life. No hacks. No optimizations. Just time, and flesh, and blood.

Women bear the disproportionate burden of bringing life into the world. I still don’t fully understand why. Only that it’s true, and profound, and humbling beyond words.

I witnessed pain in its rawest form. À suffering that creates. That’s the poetry of it. Imperfect, brutal, but so precisely orchestrated that it cannot be coincidence. I saw Eden play out; the curse and the promise, together in one body.

There is no way you witness how life begins and conclude this is random. No way you watch a body break itself open to bring forth another person and think we are here by accident, that existence is a cosmic joke. The process is too terrible, too sacred, too exactly what it needs to be.

If everyone began life by witnessing a full pregnancy and labour, we would understand the weight of human existence differently. We participate in it, but we do so as children and forget. This is the passage. The one that strips away pretense and forces you to reckon with the fact that we are here for something.

I always assumed fatherhood would arrive in my thirties, after I’d figured myself out as robustly as I imagined I’d want, after life had settled. Instead, it showed up at 27. No warning. No badge of readiness. Just reality.

Two things haunted me throughout these nine months.

The first: What is a father?

For nine months, you wait for someone you do not know. You count weeks, feel kicks, watch your wife’s body transform and suffer, but the person at the center remains a mystery. I kept asking my wife, half-joking: Who the hell is this guy? He could be anyone.

That realization struck me harder than expected: the sheer nothingness of human fatherhood at the start. You don’t author a child. You don’t summon him by will. You are present, but not primary.

And that’s when it became clear.

There is a greater Father.

One who was with him in the womb when I was not.
One who willed him, shaped him, knit him together before I ever felt useful.
One who knew him before he was visible, before he was named, before he was handed to me.

Pregnancy made that impossible to ignore. It stripped me of the illusion of control.

A child is not a possession. He is a gift. And like all real gifts, he comes from Someone higher.

I’ve been able to slowly understand that parenting is not ownership. It’s stewardship. Helping this little man discover his real Father. The One who loved him before the foundations of the world.

And more than that, parenting is trust.

Trusting that the same God who found me in my confusion and chaos will find him too.
Trusting that I don’t have to be the savior to be a good father.
Trusting that my role is presence, love, discipline, humility. Not replacement.

I understand I am not the source. I am a signpost.

And strangely, that is very freeing. Because it means I don’t have to pretend to be God. I just have to be faithful.

So help me God.

[Funmi Olu @Fummi_Joy]

@GoodnessAdeosun Happy birthday Goodness! God is for you!