Oluwateniola

ACA... Happiness is not an option,its a must... A realist... Depend solely on God... #teamJesus #teamaries #ilovelove!!!

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@HC_XFamily Congratulations to me on my permanent position ❤️

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@jadeosiberu Happy birthday to your perfect boy 🎂🥳🎉🎈🎁

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@GbemiOO Especially on holidays. Its as if snack and food tank is opened in their bellies. Every hour, mummy i am hungry! God abeg

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@GbemiOO He didn't tell a lie nah 😂

[Small girl 🙈 big God 💪 @TheOnlyKemi]

So this guy was relocating and decided to help his struggling friend by allowing him to stay in his apartment since the rent still had about 5 months left.

The agreement was simple:
‘Manage the place till the rent expires and move out.’

Fast forward to when the rent finally expired, the caretaker and the landlord’s lawyer came to inspect the apartment before collecting the keys.

That was when wahala started 😭

The house was practically empty.

No ACs.
No gas cooker.
No oven.
No water heater.
Even the wardrobes were gone 💀

The guy was confused because he genuinely thought those things belonged to his friend.

So he quickly called the friend and said:
‘Bro, the caretaker and lawyer are asking about the things in the house o.’

And the friend casually replied:
‘Ahh no na 😭 those things came with the apartment. He actually thought his friend left them for him.

Omo.

His jaw literally dropped.

This guy had sold EVERYTHING 😭

3 ACs.
Gas cooker.
Oven.
Water heater.
2 giant wardrobes.

Everything.

The painful part?

All the things he sold for ₦1.3m are now being valued by the lawyer at almost ₦6m.

Now the landlord is refusing to let him leave the house.

His options now are:
• Replace everything immediately
OR
• Renew the apartment for another year at ₦4.5m and provide all the missing items before the next tenant moves in.

Police are already involved.
He has signed an undertaking not to disappear.

Omo my guy entered debt just like that 😭

[𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 @homemakinghunny]

In Canada 5°C in October feel like sweater weather but 5°C in March feels like tshirt weather.

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@yinkanubi @wendypendy2000 @AdeoluOgunnubi @GboyegaOgunnubi @DejiOgunnubi @topejudinyo @TomisinOgunnubi @BukkyShonibare @_Aadeolaa @DinyoAkinlolu @ibkogunnubi Happy birthday Uncle Yinka... I wiah you more health and wealth in Jesus name 🎂🥳🎉🎈🎊

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@GbemiOO Snooze till I can't snooze no more 😴 😪 😩

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@BSAT_Properties Thank God ❤️

[BSAT Properties @BSAT_Properties]

Today, something happened in our theatre that I still don't know how to explain

It was 2:17am.

Postnatal ward.

The kind of silence that feels unnatural… like the air itself is holding its breath.

She had delivered just three hours earlier.

First baby.
After 14 hours of labour.
The quiet type. Always saying "sorry" even when contractions were breaking her in half.

When we placed her baby on her chest, she cried and whispered,

"Thank You, God."

Her husband kissed her forehead.

"Sleep. I’ll watch our baby."

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

She suddenly sat up.

Her hand flew to her chest.

Her eyes widened.

"I… can’t… breathe…"

Before we could even move

Her body went stiff.

Her lips turned pale.

The monitor exploded.

BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEEEEEEEEP.

Flatline.

Cardiac ãrrést.

Joy evaporated.

The same room that heard a newborn cry hours ago now heard nurses shouting,

"Call the doctor!"
"Start CPR!"
"Bring the crash cart!"

Her husband was pushed outside.

"Please! What’s happening?!" he screamed.

CPR started immediately.
Oxygen. Adrenaline. Defibrillator.

"Clear!"

Her body jerked.

No pulse.

Again.

"Clear!"

Nothing.

Her husband was outside crying,
"Please save my wife"

Thirty minutes later, the consultant looked at the clock.

His voice was heavy.

"Time of déãth…"

The room broke.

A nurse sobbed.
Another turned to the wall.

We had handed her her baby hours ago.

How does joy turn into this?

Her husband fell to the floor holding the newborn.

"Wake up… please… you promised we’d raise him together…"

She was covered gently.
Machines switched off.

The room went silent.

The kind of silence that feels heavy on your chest.

Cold.

Final.

As we prepared to move her body

The monitor made a sound.

One small beep.

We froze.

Another beep.

The doctor spun around.

"Turn everything back on!"

"Check pulse!"

We held our breath.

There it was.

Weak.

Faint.

But there.

"She has a pulse!"

Chaos returned.

Everything started again.

Oxygen. IV fluids. Monitoring.

Then her chest rose.

On its own.

Slowly.

She coughed.

The woman declared déãd minutes ago…

Was breathing.

Her husband was called in.

Tears rolled down her face as she whispered,

"My baby…"

At that exact moment, the baby cried.

Loud. Strong. Alive.

Nobody in that room held back tears.

Today taught us:

Life can slip away in seconds.
Joy can turn into mourning without warning.

But sometimes…

When medicine reaches its limit…

Mercy steps in.

And just when the story seems finished

Heaven writes another chapter.

And this one?

Was a miracle.

© Preshcute utonwa

[Biodun Stephen @BiodunStephenO]

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[nduka omeife @ndukaomeife]

My mother, Alhaja, as she was fondly called, was a drama Queen. I will narrate just one story today.

So my mother entered a bus, and the driver drove past her bus stop, even after she called his attention.

When she complained, the conductor suddenly chose violence 😭

He started abusing her loudly:
“Awon iya aje! Eko osi kuro! Iya aje!!! Huuuuu!!!”
(You witches! Poverty-stricken Lagos! Witch!!!)
The bus stopped.

At this point, my mother calmly reached into her bag and brought out a small container of Saturday Night powder.
She blew it lightly, snapped her fingers kpaa! and muttered some very strange, very unnecessary words 😌

Then she stepped down from the bus.

As she looked back…
😭😭😭

EVERYBODY in the bus had alighted.
Men. Women. Everybody.

They were walking towards her… genuflecting… prostrating… begging.
“Ma, please forgive him.”
“E ma binu ma.”
“E joor, e ma binu.”
They were now scolding the driver and conductor instead.

My mum said calmly,
“You people will take me to your office.”
💀💀💀

Everybody agreed immediately.
The driver reversed the bus and drove her straight to the office.

On getting there, my mother said,
“Bring the conductor.”

The passengers shouted in unison:
“DOBALÈ!!!”

The conductor prostrated flat.
My mum brought out the powder again.

Looked up to the sky dramatically.
Blew it.

She muttered another fake incantation, and the whole crowd responded:
“ASE!”
“AMIN!”
She gently placed her hand on the conductor’s head…
SLAPPED IT 😭
and said:
“Go in peace.”
😭😭😭😭😭

When she finished narrating this story to us at home, we almost died of laughter.🤣🤣🤣

Honestly…
African mothers are not normal.
They are a genre.🤣🤣🤣

I miss her so much.😭

[Simons @Simon_Ingari]

“Can I bring my baby to the interview?”

The message came in at 11 PM:

“Hi, I have an interview with you tomorrow at 2 PM. My childcare fell through. Can I bring my 8-month-old? I understand if you need to reschedule.”

Old me would have rescheduled.
Unprofessional. Distraction. Red flag.

New me replied:
“Absolutely. See you tomorrow.”

She showed up with her baby on her hip.
She apologized three times before even sitting down.

Ten minutes in, the baby started crying.
She tried to soothe him while answering questions.
She apologized again.

I stopped the interview and said:

“Hey. You’re managing a fussy baby, answering complex questions, and staying calm under pressure. That’s literally the job. Handling chaos while staying professional. You’re already proving you can do it.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

We hired her.

She’s been with us for a year now.
The most reliable team member we have.

Why?

Because when you’re used to handling a screaming infant at 3 AM and still showing up to work the next day, workplace stress feels like nothing.

Working parents, especially mothers, are some of the most organized, efficient, and resilient people you’ll ever hire.

Yet we lose them because our hiring processes are built for people with zero caregiving responsibilities.

If your interview process can’t accommodate a parent facing a childcare issue, you’re not filtering for professionalism.

You’re filtering for privilege.

[Black Nation♥️ @_agneeess]

When I'm reading Romans chapter 8 and i get to the part that says "There is nothing else in the whole world that can stop God from loving us."

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@thecreativexx Even the outfits at the wedding, for a movie you had been planning on for so long? The groom's sisters outfit was not her size. The aso ebi ladies wore ankara??? The mothers couldn't match? Was the cooking scene necessary? The movie was just an advert. I agree with your review

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

How do you show gratitude?

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

School runs is soooo exhausting 😴

[ThatPortharcourtBoy aka Nnukwu Nmanwu @ThatPHCBoy]

If citizens have a retirement age, politicians should have theirs too. Why are you running for office at 85????????

[Osarogie Ogbonmwan @Osarogieee]

And that’s why Sommie’s painful death hurts even more…

[Oluwateniola @tenilola]

@GbemiOO This will be so epic cos these people can singgggg 🔥