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[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

The nominees for The Best Actor in the year 2020 goes to...

Let the voting begin.....
#EndSARS
#EndBadGovernmentinNIGERIA
#endinjustice

[OurFaveOnlineDoc 🇬🇧 🇳🇬 @OurFavOnlineDoc]

A man tells you he left 2billion naira and another 75billion naira in a state government account number in First Bank, in the year 2014 after he left office as governor of Anambra.

He told you the amount,
He told you the bank account number,
He told you the name of the bank,
He told you the amount he left.

He then crowns it all by saying IF you find his claims to be false, he will stop campaigning. The state governor should simply post the statement account for the state in 2014 to disprove him IF he is lying. But the foolish governor of the state is busy making stupid statements.

My goodness. This is not even about politics. But Peter Obi is just simply exemplary and exceptional.

Okwute na man you be!!!!

[Susa 𓇢𓆸 @prinkasusa]

My daughter texted me from a party:
“Mom, do we still have ice cream at home?”

We don’t. That’s the code.

“Ice cream” means: come get me right now.
“Cookies” means: call me in five minutes with an excuse.
“Nothing” means: I’m okay.

She said ice cream.

I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t text back.
I just grabbed my keys and drove.

When she got in the car she said quietly,
“People started bringing out things I didn’t want to be around.”

We drove home in silence.

Every kid deserves a way out without having to explain themselves first.

[🤍I’m Sanwo_Fatimah @ummuh_Zahra]

Yesterday in our hospital, I saw something that shook me.

Not because someone was blééding.

Not because someone stopped breathing.

But because a mother looked at her newborn… and turned her face away

She delivered safely.

Normal vagînal birth. Healthy baby boy. Strong cry. Good weight.

Everything went perfectly.

Her husband was dancing outside the labour room. Family members were calling non-stop.

It was a celebration.

But when we placed the baby on her chest…

She didn’t hug him.

She didn’t smile.

She didn’t cry.

She just stared at the ceiling.

At first, we thought she was tired.

Labour can do that.

But hours passed.

She wouldn’t breastfeed.

Wouldn’t carry him.

Wouldn’t even look at him.

If the baby cried, she covered her ears.

That was when I felt it.

Something was wrong.

I sat beside her and said gently,

"Your baby is beautiful."

She whispered back,

"I know."

But her eyes were empty.

Later that yesterday evening, when the room was quiet, she finally spoke.

And what she said broke me.
"I don’t feel anything."

Tears rolled down her face.

"I waited four years for this baby… and I don’t feel like his mother."

Postpartum depression.

It doesn’t always look dramatic.

Sometimes it looks like silence.

Sometimes it looks like distance.

Sometimes it looks like guilt eating a woman alive.

Her husband didn’t understand.

He kept saying, "Just be happy. The baby is fine."

But she was drowning inside her own head.

That very night, everything escalated.

The baby was crying loudly.

She started shaking.

Breathing fast.

Then she screamed,

"Take him away! I’m scãred I might hūrt him!"

The room froze.

Her husband looked shocked.

The grandmother started crying.

But I knew this wasn’t wickedness.

It was a mind under attãck.

And the stakes were high.

Because untreated postpartum dépréssion can steal both mother and child.

We moved quickly.

Doctor involved. Mental health team called. Medication started. Constant monitoring.

But the hardest part wasn’t the treatment.

It was convincing her she wasn’t a bãd mother.

She kept saying,

"Maybe God made a mistake giving me this baby."

That sentence hūrt.

Because I have seen women lose babies they prayed for.

And here she was, afraid of her own thoughts.

But this morning, something small happened.

The baby started crying while I was adjusting the cot.

Before I could move

She stood up.

Walked over.

And picked him up.

Naturally.

Instinctively.

She held him close.

And for the first time…

She didn’t look afraid.

She looked connected.

The baby stopped crying almost immediately.

And she started crying instead.

But this time, it was different.

She whispered,

"I can feel him now."

I had to turn away because my eyes filled with tears.

Recovery didn’t happen overnight.

It was gradual.

Therapy. Support. Prayer. Medication. Encouragement.

But by the time she was discharged, she was breastfeeding confidently.

Smiling. Holding him without fear.

The same woman who once covered her ears now sang to him softly.

Yesterday reminded me that not all emergencies blééd.

Some are silent.

Some are inside the mind.

Some don’t scream on monitors.

But they are just as dangérous.

And just as deserving of miracles.

To every mother reading this:

If you don’t feel connected immediately, you are not wîcked. If you feel empty after delivery, you are not broken. If your thoughts scãre you, speak up.

Postpartum dépréssion is real. But it is treatable. And it does not define you.

You are not a bãd mother for struggling.

You are a human being who needs support.

And hear this clearly:

Your mind will not defeat you. Your baby will not lose you. Darkness will not win in your home.

Even when love feels distant…

Healing is possible.

And sometimes the greatest miracle isn’t a loud cry in theatre.

Sometimes it is a mother whispering,

"I can feel my baby now."

Share this with a mother who needs to know she is not alone.

Cc: Preshcute utonwa

[OurFaveOnlineDoc 🇬🇧 🇳🇬 @OurFavOnlineDoc]

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Make sure you keep passing it on.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

@jon_d_doe @6819Terence Happy anniversary to them. On the 21st of this month my parents celebrated 44yrs in marriage. I see how far they've come and everyday I pray for my marriage to stand the test of time.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

@AskFIRS ..... but I keep getting the prompt that my NIN exists in the system.

Please I need clarification on this matter.

How is my address wrong and how do I apply for a TIN?

I await your swift response.

Thank you for your assistance.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

@AskFIRS Greetings,

On the 1st of October I applied for my Tax Identification Number, however, on the 4th of October I received an email stating that my TIN creation request was rejected due to wrong address and I'm quite confused here. Since then I've been trying to create a new one....

[Lola Okunrin @lollypeezle]

We don’t talk about the psychological issues faced by people who have their family members children living with them.

You can treat them well like you treat your children but you are one second away from “Uncle maltreats me” just because you shouted at her once. Oju e ma bo 😭

[S𝖎𝖗 S𝖊𝖆𝖓 🇺🇸 @seanpepisky]

What you’re looking at in this video is called Epidermodysplasia Verruciformis, a condition so rare that only a few hundred cases have ever been documented worldwide. Some people call it “Tree Man Syndrome” because of the bark-like growths it causes on the skin.

It is not witchcraft. It is not a curse. It is not punishment from the gods. It is a genetic disorder that makes the body unable to fight off certain types of human papillomavirus (HPV). While most of us carry HPV without problems, people with this condition cannot resist it. Over time, the virus takes advantage of that weakness and turns simple skin cells into these painful, tree-like lesions.

Imagine waking up every day and watching your hands, feet, and face slowly turn into something unrecognizable. Imagine carrying not just the physical pain but also the emotional pain of being stared at, mocked, or even abandoned by society. Many of the people who suffer from this condition are isolated, treated as outcasts, and accused of things they know nothing about.

The growths can be removed through surgery, but most times they grow back. There is no permanent cure. And to make it worse, some of these growths eventually turn into skin cancer, putting the patient’s life in constant danger.

Yet behind those hands that look like bark is a human being with dreams, with family, with emotions, someone who never chose this battle. They deserve compassion, not judgment. They deserve medical support, not stigmatization.

So if you see videos like this, please don’t laugh, don’t mock, don’t spread fear. Use it as a moment to remember how fragile the human body is, and how much we all depend on understanding and kindness.

Epidermodysplasia Verruciformis may be rare, but the pain of being misunderstood is universal. Awareness can turn ignorance into empathy.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

@SirDavidBent @lollypeezle School fees plus laptop

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

Amen

[Pamilerin Adegoke @Pamilerin]

When People Say It's Over, God Takes Over.
And when God takes over,
The Battle Is Over,
May God Take Over Our Situation.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

@HenshawKate Happy Blessed Birthday Ma'am

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

https://t.co/RcxnrCltAu Sociology/Anthropology (Niger Delta University) - First Class

https://t.co/HViYj3nmLr Medical Sociology (University of Ibadan) - Distinction

More to come......

[BIG FISH @adekunleGOLD]

If you graduated with First class, post your transcripts.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

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[Doris Tobin @DorisTobin10]

@akintollgate I'm the proud owner of Tobin Children Academy, a school located in Yenagoa. The school provides a nurturing environment that fosters academic excellence and character development in children ages 1-11. I'm motivated by the desire to make positive impact on the lives of children

[Omu Joshua @OmuTaris]

Congratulations and Hearty Cheers 🥂🎉❤️Dad & Mum, on your 43 years of Growth, Togetherness, Love, Marital Bliss, Tolerance, Fruitfulness. Out of your loins I came, and yeah! It’s been wonderful to be a product of this journey. Grace On.!

#happyanniversary

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

How could I have forgotten today?

Celebrating 43 years of Togetherness, Love, Patience, Marital Bliss, Tolerance and Fruitfulness.

It's the wedding anniversary of my parents, Pst. (Dr.) & Pst. (Mrs.) Paul B. Omu.

Happy Anniversary Daddy and Mummy!

#happyanniversary

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

of the truth. Your life shall be the template for others to follow. You are above only. And with God on your side, you will make Mummy and Daddy Proud.

Happy Birthday to Us my Sonshine.

Cake 🎂 by my humble self.

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

#November 2nd
#Chapter 35
Thank You Jesus
New Year, New Opportunities, Greater Achievements.

And to my son, Zoe Inebrayedou Israel-Edoh (My Birthday Mate), you came into our lives and changed the trajectory of things. We are forever grateful to God for the light you brought ...

[Medical Sociologist Ebi @omu_ruth]

You shall live out your name (Zoe). You carry life, therefore there shall be no death in you. Wherever you go, you exude the life and light of God. I Bless You with the blessings of a Mother, you shall fulfill purpose here on earth, through you, many shall come to the knowledge..