Big smoke💨🔥

this is my social diary✨

[chia | 🏹🪩🏒| @justclaire28]

e anche oggi penso beati coloro che non hanno letto i libri e non sanno un cazzo di ciò che li aspetta

[Uzo Njoku @uzoart]

She kept drinking my juice and lying about it so i added miralax to a new juice and hid the toilet paper.

She’ll come on here and call me the insane roommate so I want to make it’s known my actions were from being pushed.

[Gbemileke✨ @gbemilekeo_]

I think that a lot of you forgot who Funke Ayotunde Akindele is 😂

Her leniency to promote her film has made you all forget who she is. She stands on business and doesn't do fake shit. Love it for her 😂

[Nithya Shri @Nithya_Shrii]

Controlling your anger at work is a job itself.

[Dear Self. @Dearme2_]

Bro....after this bounce back, Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr let yourself go back that way again. Win.

[sine. @sneminaj]

losing your appetite because you're sad really is draining af.

[𝗠𝘂𝗵𝗲𝗲 ♛ @muheediva01]

“I want to look back at the end of this year and say “God knew exactly what He was doing. His plans are indeed greater than mine.”

[• @yducknow]

Waking up every morning saying "I can't keep living like this" and then continuing to live like this.
https://t.co/95ZYyqv06M

[OLANNA @OlannaOli]

Please, consider taking medications whenever certain thoughts come to you, instead of posting on Twitter

[Lara🫧 @__theecoco]

So a lot of y’all are weirdos in real life. Crazy

[Big smoke💨🔥 @theEniola04]

Currently on my “do it for the plot” streak
He he he😁

[Hauwa 🌟🌬 @Hauwa_L]

Never thought there’d come a time when Asherkine would be dragged. Asherkineee??? That uses his own money to make people smile.

[Ctrl.T 🐆 @ctrlthelma]

“We regret to inform you”

You will regret you informed me😭

[Lady B - IYALODE OF X @mobola_ade]

My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS.

That is, I live with sickle cell disease.
My parents are both AS.

Oh, they They knew.
They were told.
They still married.

They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences.

I am the consequence.

I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear.

In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different.

By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat.

At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell.
We were both SS.

That day changed me forever.

My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…”
But the damage had already been done.

Sometimes I forgive them.
Sometimes I resent them deeply.
Both feelings live in me.

In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior.

What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode.
They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate.

And Relationships?
That’s another wound.

I’ve been loved… briefly.
The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly.

One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested.

Then one day, he stopped calling.

That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed.

Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other.

I am strong, yes.
But I am tired.

If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that

I didn’t ask to be a lesson.
But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters.

That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!.

Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻

[𝙰𝚈𝙾𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙴 @ay0dele_]

My biggest prayer point to Yahweh right now is CLARITY. I need to know what to do, how to do it and when to do it.

[𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 @OrevaZSN]

I’m genuinely sorry to anyone getting to know me during this period. I’m overwhelmed by everything going on in my life.

[Dark Choco 🍫🍫 @iam_immalove]

Teniola Aladese has mad sex appeal
Her body is the real meat pie

[Big smoke💨🔥 @theEniola04]

@__theecoco The way I’m waiting for them in one corner ehhhh😂😂

[Big smoke💨🔥 @theEniola04]

@__theecoco 😂😂your friend said he’s not funny

[Sweet @abighael__]

Do you Lagos “baddies” realize how stupid you look with a matte face beat and very oily body?