My uncle and his wife divorced a long time ago, my uncle remarried a widow that has just one child
He trained the child together with his own children, till they all could stand on their own feet
Two months ago, that child did UK visa for her mom and my uncle
They are both doing their Ramadan in UK now 😊
The child’s world to my Uncle after she did the visa: It’s disrespectful of me to say I see you like a father, because You’re my real father, you’re all I know as my father
IT IS GOOD TO BE GOOD 💯
My neighbor’s generator went off at 2:17am.
In this part of Lagos, that sound never goes off unless something is wrong.
At first, I ignored it.
Then I heard a soft knock on my gate.
It was his 10 year old daughter.
“Please, can you help us? Daddy is outside.”
I rushed out.
Their generator didn’t spoil.
He turned it off himself.
Because he had calculated the fuel left and realized it was either light for the night or fuel to drive to a job interview in the morning.
He chose the interview.
In the dark.
His wife was fanning their baby with cardboard.
Sweat everywhere. Mosquitoes humming like backup singers.
I asked him, “Why didn’t you just let it run small?”
He said something I haven’t stopped thinking about:
My wife texted me from work:
Her: "Are you watching that new serial killer documentary on Netflix?"
Me: "Yeah, I just started episode 3."
Her: "Pause it at 22 minutes and 14 seconds."
Me: "Okay, paused. It's the crime scene photo of the living room."
Her: "Right. Do you see the blood spatter on the wall near the fireplace?"
Me: "Uh, yeah. It's pretty gruesome."
Her: "Look just to the left of the fireplace mantle. See where the natural light is hitting the wall?"
Me: "Yes..."
Her: "That’s the exact shade of sage green I want for the guest bathroom."
PREECLAMPSIA: A DEADLY ENEMY OF PREGNANCY
THE ROLE OF A NEW HUSBAND IN PREECLAMPSIA.
Dear Faves and Women of our warm planet,
My dear sister, First, thank you, truly for bringing up such an important conversation. You are absolutely right to remind women that hypertension in prergnancy can reoccur and that it deserves our full attention. Many women brush it aside until it returns in the next pregnancy, and by then, it can become even more dangerous. So, well done for raising awareness.
Now, about the role of the man, you are not entirely wrong, but let’s gently fine-tune that understanding.
When a woman becomes pregnant, her body meets something new, paternal antigens ...the father’s unique genetic 'fingerprint' carried in his sperm and expressed in the baby’s cells.
With time and repeated exposure through a stable relationship or multiple pregnancies with the same partner, a woman’s immune system gradually learns to tolerate these paternal signals.
But when she conceives with a new partner, her body faces a whole new set of paternal antigens. This 'newness' can sometimes confuse the immune system, leading to poor placental development, and that’s one of the major pathways that can trigger pre-eclampsia.
So yes, the man’s contribution is not in 'causing' pre-eclampsia directly, but rather in the immune novelty his sperm introduces.
It’s science wrapped in intimacy, the biology of love and tolerance.
Clinically, What This Means
Research and global data (including NICE and RCOG guidelines) show that:
First pregnancies have a higher risk of pre-eclampsia.
A new partner, even after successful previous pregnancies, can increase risk.
Short cohabitation before conception or consistent barrier contraception (which limits sperm exposure) may also increase risk slightly.
Recurrence rates: Around 15–20% of women who had pre-eclampsia before may experience it again, depending on severity, timing, and underlying conditions.
So What Should You Do in the Next Pregnancy?
Book early. ideally before 12 weeks.
Low-dose aspirin (75–150 mg daily) from 12 weeks until delivery is recommended
Regular blood pressure and urine checks, sometimes even at home.
Blood thinners (like LMWH) may be advised if your risk is particularly high or if you have underlying clotting disorders.
Healthy lifestyle, balanced meals, gentle exercise, and salt control.
Beetroot juice?
Oh, it’s certainly nutrient-rich and great for the heart, but it’s not a proven way to prevent pre-eclampsia. Think of it as a friend to your general health, not your only shield.
Preeclampsia is complex, part genetic, part immune, part vascular, and it deserves both medical vigilance and self-compassion. So while beetroot may be your delightful morning ritual, let’s also keep aspirin by your bedside, your BP monitor by your table, and your antenatal visits on your calendar.
You spoke truth, sister, that the story of pre-eclampsia involves both mother and father.
But now we add nuance, and in that nuance, we find empowerment.
To every woman who has walked through swollen feet and high blood pressures, your strength is unmatched.
And to every man, know that your biology, too, is part of this shared miracle.
TO THE WOMEN COUNTING PERIODS AND TO THOSE WHO CAN'T COUNT😢
Dear Women of our warm green planet,
Eleven periods down, one more to go. And while manyy women count theirs with a quiet sense of triumph, a rhythm that reassures them that their bodies are still faithful, still predictabvle, still theirs, there are others whose bodies hum to a different tune.
And we must remember them too.
Some will bleed twice, even thrice again before the year folds itself into memory, not because their calendars are wrong, but because their hormones are restless. because polyps and fibroids and thyroid whispers and the quiet rebellion of PCOS have rewritten their cycles without permission.
Some will meet their periods not with relief, but with dread, that familiar ache that steals sleep and appetite and sometimes, joy. And some will meet blood in unexpected moments, at work, in church, in the middle of laughter, a reminder that the body can both serve and betray.
There are women who cannot plan, whose periods come like uninvited rain, staining skirts and moments, forcing grace to sit beside embarrassment. And yet, they rise. They clean up. They smile again.
Because that is what women do.
And so, to every woman, whether your body is clockwork or chaos, whether your bleeding brings comfort or confusion, I want to say, you are doing well. You are seen. You are celebrated.
For every drop, every cramp, every sigh that no one else hears, there is honour. There is strength. There is womanhood.
Here’s to you, still standing, still soft, still magnificent. ❤️
Sometimes, you read a story that makes the blood in your veins run cold.
Blessing's baby, Victory, was born premature and diagnosed with hydrocephalus (fluid in the brain), and she needs an urgent ₦1,000,000 surgery to survive.
Instead of support, Blessing’s husband called her a witch for having a sick child and threw her and their baby out onto the street.
Now, Blessing is alone, fighting for her daughter's life with nothing.
Her husband turned his back, but we will not.
AprokoNation, let's be the family she needs right now. Let's save Victory.
Account Name: Obukohwo Blessing
Account Number: 3581115542
Bank: EcoBank
If you cannot donate, please, I am begging you, your retweet is a powerful gift. It might be the one that brings the help this mother and child desperately need. God bless you.
Nigeria has 200m population approx. and about 2 million people went for Hallelujah challenge for only 2 hours o.
Why couldn’t the remaining 198 million of you march to Abuja and make Nigeria work in just 2 hours since you believe that Nigeria will collapse in their absence in 2 hours.
Or is it that you 198m smart people can’t figure out what to do in the absence of less than 2 million Christians who went to pray? I thought you people were all brilliant intellectuals smarter than praying Christians. So how come you intellectuals were stranded and confused in the absence of praying Christians?
Your arguments defy reasonable logic and are fundamentally flawed.