Three months later, guess who got promoted first?
The same people mocking him suddenly started saying:
“Bro how do you stay disciplined?”
And his answer was cold:
“Rent doesn’t care about office vibes.”
That day I realized something:
A lot of people don’t actually hate disciplined people.
They hate the reminder that they’re wasting time.
Always know when your replacement has stepped in the room. Sometimes, it is hard to know. Other times, it couldn’t be more obvious. Some things no suppose hard Wallahi.
My Personal opinion is that The trending Roby Ekpo interview should NEVER have happened. I don’t think It achieved the Desired Public Intention. Plus he gave out too Much Unnecessary Information That could Be very Damning in Future for both him & the Mayowa lady.. 🧐🥵🤒
Lol 😂 Nigerian men—including yours truly, left the WhatsApp group chat. But on a serious note, this was so beautiful to watch. I enjoyed every bit of it.
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💪🏻
20 year old, Folajimi ‘Jimi’ Olubunmi-Adewole, died after heroically jumping into the river Thames to save a woman from drowning in what was described as a ‘sheer act of bravery.’
I'm so glad everyone is catching up with Pastor Dolapo Lawal. It pained me that his album wasn't "catching fire," but he preached it.
Delivery isn't something you can do if it's not time. He stayed with God and faced his work. Now the wave has come. The streams have increased, and they can see it's not fluff music.
True worship. PD has been the most listened-to album on my YouTube Music for the last two years to the third year now.
Please go stream and be blessed
https://t.co/BYHhcmmVK6
Or any music platform
Please guys if you know anyone that can help. Silver or Gold I have none but this is someone who isnt even asking for money. Her husband needs a job
PLEASE HELP!… I’ll be on the look out too
Many people don’t know who they are that’s why they don’t show up fully or accept anything thrown their way. If you know who you are you’d have a sense of urgency and do what you have to do.
Please retweet and refer🧵👇
My dad doesn’t know it’s Christmas this year🥺
I didn’t expect Christmas to hit this hard.
This is the first Christmas we’re having without my dad as the man we’ve always known.
10 months ago, he was diagnosed with stroke and dementia. Since then,