The body is asking for more time and I’m listening ❤️🩹
Sad to be missing this WAFCON yet hopeful in the prospect of getting to fight alongside these women again with the support of Nigerians everywhere when the body is ready to compete again.
So, in the meantime, back these women, back them on their quest for victory once more. Go easy on them, they need you 💚
I am with you ladies 🫶🏽
Naija no dey carry last 🫀
I was wearing a niqab.
An elderly motorcycle rider dropped me off, collected his fare, then called me back.
I thought I had forgotten something.
Instead, he handed me a flyer telling me to accept Jesus.
I asked him, "Would you be comfortable if I stopped strangers and asked them to accept Islam?"
He went silent and quickly left.
What surprised me most was that he saw a visibly Muslim woman and still felt compelled to preach to her.
As Muslims, we are not shaken by such encounters. Our conviction remains firm.
Islam is the truth, the final message from Allāh, and one day every soul will come to know the reality of what it chose to believe.
Adedokun Rofiat Omobolanle #ummeefaisol
I was at the motor park on this same day last year when I saw a small boy of about 8 years old sitting on the ground. He was not begging. He was just holding a dirty, torn paper and a pencil, trying to write 1 + 1 = 2.
A woman selling food shouted at him to leave her front and even threw dirty water near his feet. The boy did not cry. He just moved quietly to sit under a leaking roof to continue his writing. My heart pained me. I went to give him money for food, but his eyes stopped me. He looked so hungry. I asked him why he was not in school.
He told me his mother died the previous year and his uncle brought him to the city to go to school. But since he arrived, he only washes cars and sweeps while his uncle’s children go to school. He showed me his back and I saw a big wound from a hot iron his uncle’s wife used on him because a plate broke while he was washing it. He ran away three days ago and was sleeping in the park, hoping to find a bus to his village even though he has nobody there.
I looked at my fine clothes and felt ashamed. I work as a secretary. I was on my way to work but I did not continue the journey. I held his hand and told him not to cry. I told him that from that day, he was not going back to that house and he was not going to the village. I have decided to adopt him as my own son.
Today makes exactly a year he has been with me. He has a new school bag and a clean uniform. He eats good food and nobody will ever burn him again. I remembered going through the same treatment many years ago, when my aunt brought me to Lagos to send me to school but instead she turned me into her house girl and treated me like trash before God sent a good Samaritan my way who helped sponsor my education. Today, I am the same person feeding and paying fees for her children ever since she and her husband passed away in an accident.
NB: I am not posting this to show off. I am sharing this to tell everyone to be kind to other people’s children. You don’t know who will help you tomorrow. No one knows tomorrow. 🙏🏾