I started learning furniture making at Ipaja furniture yard at 30, as the only female apprentice there. People would literally stop and stare at me as I worked, but I didn’t care😂
It was tough, my body complained, my complexion darkened but I adjusted. I’m glad I took that decision.
Meet the Eboh bunk bed, named after my bestie in the third frame.
Eboh means Peace in Idoma language.
Disclaimer: I didn’t make the ladder but the shelves and the metal ottoman was from my workshop.
I pray you find peace where you once found pressure, clarity where there was confusion,comfort where there was ache.
I pray you stop chasing what’s already meant for you & start trusting the timing of your life.
I pray the noise quiets down enough for you to hear your heart again
Dear @SenRemiTinubu, I have started roasted agbado business as instructed by you. I used my certificates to lit up the fire.
Do well to ensure bandits do not attack me on my way to farm, do well to ensure price of transportation doesn’t run me out of business. Lastly, while you and governor’s wives cruise in the exotic cars you shared, please stop by and buy my corn.
Attention Please!!! Something just happened right now and it's not a good thing. I am disappointed and very angry right now.
I was in a restaurant having lunch, and two female nurses walked in wearing their uniforms.
They sat down at the table behind my back. Ordered for food they were taking back to the hospital they came from.
I was actually enjoying my meal until one of them asked her colleague how she was able to inject the old man that was admitted yesterday..
Her response was, "I looked for veins but I no see. I tried his second hand, I no see any veins, na so I vex give am the injection like that."
Her stvpid colleague was busy laughing..
I quickly grabbed my phone and put it in record. Acted like I was stretching my body.
Then the other of her colleague said that's what she normally does each time she didn't see a vein to put the syringe 💉.
They said other annoying things that if it was a working country, they will NEVER be allowed to work in any health-care system.
They both ended their silly conversation by saying "me I can't kill myself abeg oh"
I recorded it. When they were done talking, I saved it, and listened to it to be sure I captured that part they said those annoying things...
As they picked their food and walked out of the restaurant, I slowly monitored their movements and followed them to the hospital where they were employed.. It was not even far from the restaurant.
As they were going upstairs, I walked in and respectfully called the two of them. Then I asked to see their boss, they called him and I reported the two of them to him. I played the record I had and threatened him to either sack them or I will report the hospital to the government since it's a private hospital..
I don't care about what you will call it. I know some of you will say I'm wicked because I asked for them to be sacked, but you see that thing they said? It's unprofessional and they are being nonchalant with people's lives..
You don't just insert a syringe 💉 anywhere you wish to.
@Drweloveu A Goosebumps and teary eye read!
POV.....A lot of us have been sowing good fruits,...(25yrs is a long time), I pray the universe do not wait till 25years before we start harvesting.
Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!
My wife turned 35 today.
A mother of three.
The best thing that ever happened to my life.
Behind every success I have today is her quiet strength.
I couldn’t have done it without her.
Biko, join me and wish her a wonderful birthday.
Please don’t scroll past 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
My 12yr old younger sister has been missing since last Wednesday 💔
Every hour feels heavy without her. Please help us repost this till she is found 🙏🏾
Please, don’t ignore, help us find him 🙏🏽
My uncle Mr Martins Oni, is missing. He was last seen last Wednesday in Lagos (Mile 2 Togo park) on his way to Surulere, driving this Highlander (LSD 202 HB)
We’re in contact with the police, but we need all the help we can get
If you have any helpful info, please reach out to 07042796231
A friend of mine just received a 2008 Honda civic as a gift from a client he picks from the airport anytime he comes into Abuja.
My friend has been without a car for over 2 months now,the previous car he was using was collected from him by the owner because he needed money for his Visa.
My friend's client came in this week and called my friend to come pick him up at the airport,He told him he doesn't have a car anymore and explained why.
The man told him to come to his house yesterday and after they spoke the man told him to go to a car stand and pick the car he wanted with a specific budget.
Today he paid for the car in full.
A lot can change for you if you meet the right person.
My guy is now a car owner.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭