For all it's worth, I hope you never let life take away your smile, your self-worth and self-belief. I hope you find peace deep down your heart. The kind of peace that needs no approval, no announcements. You feel it deep down your soul and nothing matters more ❤️❤️ - Safee Peter
A surprising amount of adulthood is just finally accepting that no one is coming to impose the structure you need. You either build it, or you drift inside the structures other people built for you.
Allah says in the Qur’an:
“They ask you concerning menstruation. Say: it is a discomfort (adha)…” — Qur’an 2:222
Because it involves physical strain, hormonal changes, and bleeding, Islam removes certain acts of worship that require physical effort, like the five daily prayers and fasting.
It is a form of ease, not exclusion.
NO ONE REALLY PREPARES MOST WOMEN FOR MOTHERHOOD.
More than A MILLION MOTHERS ARE SILENTLY STRUGGLING
Dear Damilola,
The Unspoken After: When Motherhood Arrives and the Self Quietly Leaves
Let me answer this as a padi, and also as one who has sat across from other women who lower their voices, and then lower them again, as though truth itself might overhear and disapprove... in gynaecological consultation rooms.
First, your fear is real. And your feeling is real. And you are not broken for feeling this way. Sometimes, it takes becoming a mother to discover something both terrifying and tender at once: that the version of motherhood you were handed was incomplete, polished, and carefully edited. It arrived wrapped in pastel promises, and smiling babies, and slogans about fulfillment, yet it forgot the long nights, and the shrinking of time, and the way your body becomes public property while your mind quietly fractures, and then reforms into something unfamiliar.
Many women are taught how to get pregnant, how to deliver, and how to keep a baby alive.
But not how to survive what comes after. Not how to grieve the woman they were, and the ease she carried, and the silence she once owned. Not how to sit with a tiredness that sleep cannot cure.
Not how to mother while still needing, desperately, to be mothered themselves.
So when you say, 'It took being a mom to realize I didn’t really want to be a mom,' what I hear is not rejection. I do not hear failure. I hear grief. I hear shock. I hear a woman discovering that consent to pregnancy is not the same as consent to the lifelong identity shift that follows. And nobody warned you how absolute that shift could feel, how it enters your life without knocking, and rearranges the furniture of your mind.
And postpartum, oh, postpartum is not merely a season you pass through politely. It is hormonal, and neurological, and emotional, and social. Your brain chemistry changes. Your priorities are hijacked. Your autonomy shrinks. And all the while, the world keeps telling you to be grateful, and glowing, and quiet. You can love your child and mourn your old life.
You can show up every day and still wish, quietly, that someone had told you the truth with less poetry and more honesty.
These things can coexist. They often do.
Please know this: having these thoughts does not make you a bad mother. It makes you an honest one. And honesty, real honesty, the kind that trembles, is where healing begins. You deserve support, not shame. You deserve language, not silence. And you deserve to be held, emotionally while you learn who you are now.
Motherhood does not erase you.
But it does demand to be renegotiated.
And you are allowed, gloriously allowed, to take your time doing that.
In 2023, I started Nigeria's 1st breastfeeding clinic, The BestFeeding Club…👩🏽⚕️🤱🏽
Now, we run breastfeeding clinics in;
- Evercare Hospital
- Paelon Memorial Hospital
- Atlantis Pediatric Hospital
- KAAF Specialist Hospital
As well as a 24/7 Breastfeeding Hotline.
Praise God
No one tells you how many versions of your marriage you’ll live through.
The newlywed version.
The exhausted new-parent version.
The “ships passing in the night” version.
The “we’re both stressed but trying” version.
The one person is thriving and the other is struggling version.
And the version where you finally find each other again.
Priss and I have learned that long-term relationships aren’t straight steady lines. They’re seasons.
The trick we’ve learned isn’t avoiding the hard ones.
It’s finding ways, big and small, to prioritize each other.
People talk about 50/50 like marriage is a fixed formula, but real partnership doesn’t work that way. When you’re with someone who is genuinely committed to you, it stops being about rigid splits and becomes about support.
Life shifts in pregnancy, work stress, health, kids, career changes and the balance shifts with it. Some seasons one person carries more, some seasons the other does and nobody is keeping score because you’re both invested in the same home, the same life, the same future. In a solid marriage, you naturally pick things up for each other.
.@officialnyscng
PLEASE ITS HIGH TIME WE SUSPEND THE POSTING OF OUR YOUTHS TO DIFFERENT STATES OTHER THAN WHERE THEY ARE BASED.
IT ALL STARTED OFF AS A BRILLIANT IDEA BUT NOW WITH THE STATE OF OUR COUNTRY ITS NOT SUSTAINABLE.
PLEASE PITY THE PARENTS.
KIDS ARE DYING
MOVE WITH THE TIMES 🙏🏿❤️
I can’t wait to get married. Not just for the wedding, but for the partnership, the love, the peace that comes with knowing you got somebody who’s truly for you. Somebody to build with, grow with, laugh with, and go through life’s ups and downs with. Marriage isn’t just a title, it’s alignment, it’s choosing each other every single day. That type of commitment and stability is priceless, and I know when it’s my time, it’s gon’ be everything I prayed for and more 🤞🏽💍
Please, document as much as you can.
The good, the golden, the growing. The scruffy, the unsure, the undone. Capture the voice notes, the receipts, the blurry photos, the crumpled to-do lists. Name the feeling, even if it’s ugly. Trace the thought, even if it doesn’t end neatly. Hold space for the mundane, sometimes that’s where the sacred hides.
Also, note that not everything you document has to be posted, shared, or even explained. Some things are just for you to return to, to witness your own unfolding, to remember that you lived through this, that you laughed here, that you tried, that you changed.
come back into your own life, you’ve been missing for a while. lost in everyone else’s energy, trapped by external perception, focused on distractions instead of your divine path, come back into your own life so the love you’ve abandoned finally finds you at home within yourself.