I was removed from the Nigerian Awards happening later this year in Lagos over my post supporting March and March. I asked them to remove me because we’re not aligned on the truth of what’s happening. No one is wealthy or powerful enough to control my beliefs. ALUTA CONTINUA 💪🏾
This March and March issue is a problem. Some people think South Africans hate foreigners, I don't think so.
But it's a problem when you get to a public clinic and you're No.208 in a queue and all you see in a queue is pregnant foreign nationals.
Currently we have almost 1800 junior doctors who are unemployed in South Africa while public hospitals and clinics are hiring and employing foreign doctors.
We can not allow this!
Abanye abantwana sail through life and wena you always just have to try harder, always have to be strong, always have to understand, It's always never your time😭😭😭😭😭
I almost died giving birth to our daughter.
Forty-two hours of labor. Emergency C-section. I remember the cold of the operating room and the way the doctors wouldn’t meet my eyes. They said if we had waited another hour, one of us wouldn’t have made it.
I woke up stitched, shaking, numb from the chest down.
He didn’t hold my hand. He didn’t cry. He just asked the doctor if the scar would be “permanent.”
When we got home, I could barely walk. I couldn’t laugh without pain shooting through my stomach. I needed help sitting up. He complained that the house was messy. Said maternity leave wasn’t a vacation.
Two weeks postpartum, he stood over me while I was trying to latch the baby and said, “You know women are supposed to give birth naturally. My mom did.”
I thought he was joking.
He wasn’t.
One night I overheard him on the phone with his brother saying, “She didn’t even give birth properly. They just cut her open.”
Cut her open.
Like I wasn’t split in half to bring his child into this world.
When I finally looked at my scar in the mirror, still swollen and purple, I didn’t see weakness. I saw survival. But every time he looked at me, I saw disappointment.
Then it got worse.
He stopped touching me. Started going to the gym every night. Said he “needed a woman who takes care of herself.” I was still bleeding. Still leaking milk. Still waking up every two hours.
One evening he tossed a waist trainer onto the bed and said, “You should start fixing it before it’s too late.”
I asked him what “it” was.
He pointed at my stomach.
I slept in the nursery that night. Not because the baby cried. Because I did.
Now he tells people I’ve “changed” since having the baby. That I’m emotional. That I don’t try anymore.
I almost died. I gave him a daughter. I carry a scar that aches when it rains.
And somehow I’m the one who failed.
I don’t know who I married. I don’t know how to leave. But I know this can’t be what love looks like.
Greetings sister,my name is Eugene Tamele iam kindly pleading for help my father who was injured and beaten by his two white bosses from a company called Doeps Civil, the names of the bosses are Ignus and Gerald Duplessis, my father Jacob Tamele sustained severe facial injuries and his eye was damaged, who happened is this my father was asked by his friend to move his belongings and car from the company's premises to a specific place but the bosses were not happy with the whole thing because they suspect that the friend has stolen from the company. A case was opened but the police want to investigate the matter as they say there is no sufficient evidence
Anyone who can help me so we can get help and justice for my father 👏💔
an ode to all the women i’ve ever adored, an homage to the divine feminine; this is for her, this is for them, this is for you.
excited to announce that my new book ‘to all the women i’ve ever loved’ is now available for preorder! link in bio 🌹
My upcoming Album art revealed 🖼️
Musique Collaborated album listening session was GOLDEN 🙏🏾. Thanks to everyone who joined us!
There will be Vol 1 & Vol 2
Volume 1 : August
Volume 2 : October
#MusiqueCollaborated#WholesomeByEcue
Nobody talks about how waiting on God is hard. Somedays you have it altogether and some days you burst into tears wondering how long this season would take