Re-reading classics as an adult hits differently for sure.
Maybe it's because you're wiser or life's gained experiences makes you empathetic towards the characters, or like you see yourself in those characters.
Saw a tweet about re reading classics from school, so now I want to do same. If you schooled in Nigeria, what were the recommended texts you remember from your literature class? Please send me all even the ones you hated. I’ll comply the top 20 as a reading list. Thank you!
Spiritual warfare 101 - No matter how overwhelmed you “feel” inside, never show the devil. You see, the devil is NOT Omniscient, so he does not know all things. The things he knows about us are things said and spoken of us. Or the things we let out from our mouths ourselves or by our reactions and actions. So while you may be overwhelmed in your soul, the way he gets to know is from your reaction. And because he is a wicked and oppressive entity, when he knows where it hurts, he robs it in the more.
But responding in praise confounds him. This is exactly the rationale behind the idea that praise confuses the enemy. Because he can’t understand why his onslaught is not causing you to give up and give in.
So beloved saints of God, regardless how you feel right now, find a way to release your praise !
“14 But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.”
Psalm 71:14.
You are BLESSED 🙂
3. Imagine if there was an updated Crash Cart or Code Blue kit with a defibrillator and all that nice stuff?
They did resusicate the patient. After 45mins horrifying minutes.
Somebody somewhere chopped the money meant for equipment.
2. In that time, they all had their chains of command. Switching hands after every few minutes to prevent fatigue.
Manually as in chest compressions and blowing air into the airway, mouth - mouth.
It was a gruesome experience. NEPA took light at some point.
1. My angle on this is, healthcare workers in Nigeria do so much with so little or sometimes nothing in terms of updated equipment.
As an intern Physiotherapist at a tertiary hospital in the SW 16 years ago, I witnessed doctors resuscitating a patient manually for over 45mins.
2 John 1:7 NLT
[7] I say this because many deceivers have gone out into the world. They deny that Jesus Christ came in a real body. Such a person is a deceiver and an antichrist.
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My non-verbal autistic son just said his first word today. They called me from his school just now and told me that he held his teachers hand, and guided her to the snack cart and said "chip" out of nowhere.
The speech therapists and specialists told me that my son would never speak. They swore it would never happen.
I cannot count the times I have cried and stressed about him not being able to talk. It's a heavy weight to carry knowing he can't express himself and watching him struggle with it.
My prayers were literally answered with this. We're not 100% there yet, but this is huge.
I'm so proud of you, son.
If I were Governor in AKS, I would split the hospital system - one for young people and one for older people. A young, 30 year old who had an accident should be given higher priority care than a 95 year old who fell down. There should be special "elder care hospitals" which take in the older people cases, while the general hospitals are for younger people.
Certainly not.
Unless the woman had indicated earlier that they should by all means prolong her life till 100 years of age.
This is why I always advocate for having this conversation with your Elderly loved ones.
Daddy o, what would you like us to do if you were terribly ill?
Someone was complaining to me the other day about how his mum’s health is draining their finances and putting a strain on everything from his marriage to his colleagues.
It’s just one health problem after another.
He’s rich but this wahala has tested that richness.
I asked how old his mum is.
95.
As in, in 5 years she will be 100 years old?
Yes.
I just kept silent.
But in my head, I was thinking, “just let the poor woman go.”
Is that a bad thought?
Someone was complaining to me the other day about how his mum’s health is draining their finances and putting a strain on everything from his marriage to his colleagues.
It’s just one health problem after another.
He’s rich but this wahala has tested that richness.
I asked how old his mum is.
95.
As in, in 5 years she will be 100 years old?
Yes.
I just kept silent.
But in my head, I was thinking, “just let the poor woman go.”
Is that a bad thought?
It happened during my internship at the Teaching Hospital, inside the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit).
We had a premature baby in Incubator 3. Baby Farouq. He was a fighter. He was hooked up to a mechanical ventilator because his tiny lungs couldn't work on their own yet.
His father, Mr. Ahmed, was always there. He was a tall, strong man, but in that ward, he looked small. Every evening, he would stand by the window, watching his son, whispering prayers.
That night, I was doing my rounds, calibrating the oxygen sensors on the ventilators to make sure the flow was perfect. Mr. Ahmed was standing right beside me, asking, "Engineer, the machine is sounding smooth today, abi?"
I smiled and said, "Yes sir, Farouq is doing well."
Then, it happened.
NEPA took the light.
The hum of the ventilators died instantly. The room went pitch black.
Usually, the big industrial inverter kicks in within 5 seconds. We waited. One second. Five seconds. Ten seconds.
Silence.
The batteries were old and hadn't been replaced despite three memos written by the HOD.
Chaos broke out.
The Doctor, Dr. Yusuf, screamed, "Ambu-bag! Everyone, manual ventilation!"
I didn't wait. I switched on my phone torch and dove behind the ventilator. I thought maybe it was a fuse. Maybe I could bypass the inverter and connect it to a portable UPS we kept for emergencies.
Mr. Ahmed grabbed my shoulder. His grip was shaking.
"Engineer! Fix it! Why did the machine stop? Fix it!"
I was sweating. I ripped the back panel open. I was checking the terminals with my screwdriver in the dark. I was praying to a God I hadn't spoken to in years. Please, let there be a residual charge. Please.
But the battery indicator was flat. 0%.
Dr. Yusuf was manually pumping air into the baby’s lungs with the hand-pump, but it wasn't enough. The baby needed the specific pressure only the machine could give.
Mr. Ahmed saw his son turning blue. The strong man broke. He fell to his knees, holding the leg of the incubator.
"NEPA, bring light! Oh God, bring light! My son is going!"
For 15 minutes, we fought in that darkness.
I was trying to swap the power cord to a different socket, hoping maybe one line had power. My hands were trembling. I felt useless. All my engineering knowledge, all my circuit theory, useless because of diesel and batteries.
Then, Dr. Yusuf stopped pumping. He lowered his head.
Mr. Ahmed screamed. "Doctor, why did you stop? Pump him! Engineer, put on the machine now!"
I stood up, holding my screwdriver, tears running down my face. I couldn't look at him.
"Flash."
The bulbs flickered. The AC hummed. NEPA brought the light back.
The ventilator screen lit up. Beep. Beep. Beep.
But it was pumping air into a corpse.
Mr. Ahmed didn't cry immediately. He just stared at the machine that came back to life two minutes too late. Then he looked at me.
"You fixed it?" he asked, his voice broken.
I couldn't tell him I didn't fix anything. I couldn't tell him that his son died because someone in the administrative block didn't sign a check for batteries.
That night, listening to a grown man wail for his son in the corridor, Nigeria broke me. It taught me that in this country, your technical skill means nothing if the system wants to kill you. 💔🇳🇬
My 14yo is working on a science research project and looking to expand her data set. Her query: Does eye color affect vision? Anonymous!
1. What color are your eyes?
2. How old are you?
3. Do you have any visual impairment? If so, mild or severe?
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my long term boyfriend broke up with me because he got into harvard and thought i was too dumb to get in. so i worked my ass off and got into harvard law, where i cracked a murder case with haircare knowledge.