Kezia grew both in body and in wisdom, gaining favour with God and people. ~ Luke 2:52 (GNTD)
Dear Lord, I’m so grateful for everything. My whole life is a testimony to Your grace. There is no me without You. 🤍
#ForeverFavoured
YEAH SEX IS COOL BUT HAVE YOU EVER HAD SOMEBODY GIVE YOU A BUNCH OF LITTLE KISSES ALL OVER YOUR FACE UNTIL YOU'RE GIGGLING AND BLUSHING BECAUSE THAT IS PEAK
YEAH SEX IS COOL BUT HAVE YOU EVER HAD SOMEBODY GIVE YOU A BUNCH OF LITTLE KISSES ALL OVER YOUR FACE UNTIL YOU'RE GIGGLING AND BLUSHING BECAUSE THAT IS PEAK
FACT: The average man today produces half the sperm his grandfather did.
This is not an opinion.
It is a meta-analysis of over 50,000 men across six continents, measured over four decades.
Sperm concentration has dropped by more than 50% since 1973.
The decline is not slowing down.
It is accelerating.
Your grandfather ate what the land gave him.
Palm oil from the tree behind the house.
Eggs from the chickens in the yard.
Fish from the river or the market that morning.
Meat that was slaughtered that week.
Vegetables that were in the soil two days ago.
Water from a well, not a plastic bottle that sat in the sun on the back of a trailer for three days.
You eat differently.
The oil in your kitchen has been refined, bleached, and deodorised until it has no colour, no smell, and no resemblance to anything your grandmother would recognise as food.
The water you drink comes in a plastic bottle that leaches chemicals when it gets warm.
And in Lagos, Abuja, Kano, and Port Harcourt, it gets warm every single day.
The food you store goes into plastic containers that you microwave.
The cookware you use is coated with chemicals designed to stop food from sticking.
Chemicals that do not break down in your body.
Ever.
Microplastics have now been found inside human testicles.
Not in theory.
In tissue samples.
BPA from plastic containers.
Phthalates from food packaging.
These are endocrine disruptors.
They interfere directly with testosterone production, sperm formation, and the hormonal signalling that makes reproduction possible.
And we are surprised that fertility clinics are full.
The man sitting in that clinic did not do anything dramatic.
He did not poison himself.
He ate breakfast.
He drank water.
He stored his leftover rice in a plastic bowl and heated it up the next day.
He cooked in the same refined oil his wife bought because it was cheap and clean-looking.
He did what everyone around him does.
That is the problem.
What everyone around him does is quietly destroying the one thing his body needs to reproduce.
This is not about fear.
It is about chemistry.
The chemistry of what enters your body every day, sits in your fat tissue, accumulates in your reproductive organs, and slowly, over years, damages your fertility.
It shows up later as numbers on a report that look like something suddenly went wrong.
Something did go wrong.
It went wrong on the plate.
If you are serious about protecting your fertility, you cannot ignore what you eat, store, heat, and drink from every single day.
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Your future family may depend on the choices you start making now.
People often ask how I balance it all. The truth is, sometimes I don’t. On some days, there’s no such thing as balance. There are seasons when you’re simply trying to get through the most important task in front of you, trusting God to sustain you and knowing that doing your best is enough.
If there’s one thing these ten years have taught me, it’s this: when God calls you, He equips you. You may feel unqualified, under-resourced, or completely unprepared. You may wonder if you have enough to make a difference.
But take the first step anyway.
Ten years ago, as a teenager at Wesley Girls' High School, I started @FTFGhana with some friends, driven by one simple belief: that no child’s difficult or unpleasant circumstances should determine their future.
Today, that small act of faith has grown beyond what we could have imagined, expanding into For The Future Nigeria and the global movement we now know as For The Future Organization.
Along the way, I became a lawyer, pursued opportunities, experienced victories and disappointments, questioned myself, felt exhausted, and sometimes wondered whether the sacrifices were worth it.
Then I would meet another child whose life was changing because we believed in them.
I’ve lost count of how many times Elizabeth has come up to me just to whisper, “Aunty Kezia, thank you.” She may never know this, but those two words have carried me through some of my hardest days. They remind me that no matter how difficult the journey gets, I cannot quit.
A thread. 🧵