Trying to survive outside Nigeria as a Nigerian is already difficult. Why can’t Nigerians in Nigeria make life somewhat better for their fellow Nigerians? I’m so mad at the whole situation, like what exactly is our problem? #EndSARS#NigerianLivesMatter#EndPoliceBrutality
we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.
I’m going to be a radiation oncologist🥹
THANK YOU🫶🏿to Dr. Gita Suneja, the entire @huntsmancancer@UofURadOnc team and all of my mentors. To my family & friends for being my rock, thank you. We did it!
Looking forward to training @uwradonc and exploring Seattle soon #grateful
I’m going to be a radiation oncologist🥹
THANK YOU🫶🏿to Dr. Gita Suneja, the entire @huntsmancancer@UofURadOnc team and all of my mentors. To my family & friends for being my rock, thank you. We did it!
Looking forward to training @uwradonc and exploring Seattle soon #grateful
I’d love nothing more than to be handled well, by life, others and most importantly, by myself. We came to the world with arbitrary instructions that I struggle to make sense of, and I think life struggles with these instructions too. Grace is all we can ask for, all I could ask.
About a year ago. I recorded my video podcast with @victorfatanmi
Remains one of my favorites so far.
If you are yet to watch, you can do that now. 👇
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The One Who Wears Big Caps for Little Children.
These are my final thoughts before I hand over my phone to management. The team says I need to sleep.
But before the world goes quiet around me, allow me say a few things…
It’s my second time doing this insane thing of trying to break a world record.
You’d think it would be easier now,after all I’ve done it before. But that’s the thing about impossible things:
The first time, you survive them because you don’t yet understand the cost.
Now that I’m fully aware of the exertion it takes both physically and mentally, I’m equal parts excited and terrified. I embrace both.
Today I’ll tell you why I always wear a cap…
The night before I left Nigeria for this journey, something happened.
It was 9pm on a Tuesday night.
I was at the mall picking up some last-minute items.
Two boys, scruffy and barefoot approached me at the car park.
They were hungry and hadn’t eaten all day.
I asked their names.
“Yusuff,” said one. “Ayomide,” said the other. Both young teenagers.
As I turned to check for cash in the car, the light hit my face and Yusuff immediately recognized me and blurted out “Chess players observe,”
I was stunned.
That was our mantra at Chess in Slums, it was what we taught the kids. I asked how he knew this, he explained that he had seen me months prior at their ghetto.
This made sense as we had spent the entire month of December teaching chess and maths to street children in that ghetto. Yusuff wasn’t part of the training but on the day of the final tournament, he watched from a distance as the other kids chanted “chess players observe”. It stayed with him ever since.
He told me his story.
His mother died during childbirth. His father disappeared.
He lived with his ailing grandmother for sometime but had to leave for the streets to fend for himself. It’s been five years of trying to survive in his own
Five years of growing up too fast…He is 15 years old now.
Then, something surreal happened.
A white Range Rover pulled up beside us.
A woman rolled down the window, “Chess master!” she called out.
She stepped out with her son Jayden.
Impeccably dressed. British accent.
She wanted a photo. Jayden loves chess.
She’s a fan.
So there they stood, Jayden and Yusuff.
Both teenagers.
One in branded sneakers. The other barefoot.
One polished by privilege. The other hardened by survival.
As I asked them to introduce themselves,
Yusuff’s confidence crumbled.
He looked down. His voice faltered.
I took a selfie with Jayden and his Mum, and as they drove off I had my epiphany….
And in that moment, I saw it:
The cruel reality of the world we live in
where a boy like Jayden and a boy like Yusuff would never meet
except by accident or because I happened to stand between them.
But what separated them wasn’t merit or character, It was birth. The arbitrary lottery that decides who gets to dream,
and who must survive.
Jayden will likely go on to attend the best schools, see the world, and live fully. While
Yusuff probably ends up doing the bidding of whoever can promise him his next meal.
An Area boy.
I have met thousands of bright eyed children like Yusuffs in this life, whose pain is invisible, and by no fault of theirs live in a world where their suffering doesn’t matter.
Sometimes, we save them.
Sometimes, we fail.
But I will never stop carrying this burden in my heart.
This is why I wear big caps for little children and wear one my self.
So the world may see them in all their colors, not for the suffering they bear,
but for what I know they can truly become.
I hope have shared this burden with you as honestly as I could.
If you ever believed in me, believe in them.
Cheer for them. Donate. Share. Amplify.
We are trying to build the largest free school in Africa.
A sanctuary for every child like Yusuff
where their dreams won’t die quietly.
I do this so their dreams may find validation in my sacrifice.
I have to go now, big day ahead. Gotta make it count.
So when my friends share their struggles, my first response is empathy. A lot of times, they’ve already tried their best and rushing to solutions isn’t the answer when someone needs reassurance. What you call “babying” is just human empathy—the absence of which you mask as logic.
PCOS symptoms you didn’t know are PCOS symptoms
Weight gain / difficulty losing weight
Uncontrollable mood swings
Belly fat
Carbs and sugar cravings
Feeling tired all day
Feeling lonely
Anxiety
Extreme hair fall or excessive hair growth
Anger and irritation
Not getting good sleep
Acne
Skin tags
Hunger after eating
Heavy flow and chronic menstrual pain
Migraine
Low libido
Brain fog
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there is a tone in before and after pics re: weight loss that I find so heartbreaking. it’s the disdain, disgust and general wickedness with which people refer to their old/fat bodies. like please be gentle with yourself, all versions. gosh it’s so sad
Nigerian women act like if they don’t marry, they will die.
Everytime a man is outed for doing some dumb shit on here, it’s always “pray for a kind partner”
Please shut the fuck up. You can’t pray your way out of a societal problem.
Tomorrow you’ll be cussing feminists.
The reaction to this video is just another example of how men only want to go 50/50 when it benefits them. I’ve said this over and over again.
The couple in this video both work full time, they both equally share care of their children and they both take care of their own chores themselves or split them evenly. Judging by the rest of her videos, this works well for them because they both contribute to a 50/50 lifestyle.
Living a 50/50 lifestyle means that everything is split. Not just the things that are convenient for a man to split.
The men reacting poorly to this video want to split the traditionally male responsibilities while she maintains 100% of the traditionally female responsibilities. That will never work. That is only ever a burden for women and a benefit for men.
“What will a 55 year old woman be doing?”
People, including children, don’t see women as people outside of the roles they fulfill.
Mother, wife, daughter, sister, grandmother.
A woman must always serve the people around her, it’s expected of her.
It’s demanded even.
I started extending more grace when I realized poor women don’t have access to birth control and most poor women don’t have the privilege of choosing to not be pregnant.
We are a deeply religious society and abortion and birth control is still mostly viewed as against God’s will