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A lot is happening 💔💔💔
I stopped by to pray maghrib at a mosque at 49, Bola Street Ebute Metta and the imam announced that one of the members has a sick wife battling cancer and they need monetary support. I took a picture of the account number written on the board. Please whoever can should donate and share.
Acct Number: 3050250423
Acct Name: AbdulQuadr Ally Babatunde
Bank Name: First Bank of Nigeria
She was the one everyone ran to.
The helper.
The strong one.
The one who always had a smile ready—even on days it cost her everything.
If something broke, she fixed it.
If someone cried, she showed up.
If life got heavy for others, she carried a piece of it without complaining.
People admired her strength.
But they misunderstood it.
Because her kind of strength was quiet.
It didn’t shout.
It didn’t beg.
It didn’t even rest.
At night, when the noise faded and everyone had gone to sleep,
she sat alone—with thoughts she never shared,
with weight no one ever saw,
with pain she had learned to hide so well, it became invisible.
And the truth is…
no one really asked if she was okay.
Not because people didn’t care—
but because she made it look like she didn’t need care.
She kept showing up.
Kept giving.
Kept being “strong”…
Until one day, she couldn’t anymore.
Now, the silence she left behind
is louder than all the laughter she used to give.
And suddenly, people are asking questions
they never thought to ask when she was here.
@pelz_o1@pelz_o1 is very correct. TASFUED (FORMERLY TASUED) cutoff mark is 160k. It changed last year.. it used to be 140 before it changed last year...