A woman has just given birth.
Everybody is happy. Then suddenly, she starts bleeding.
This is postpartum haemorrhage, and when it happens, no one has time to ask where the drug, tranexamic acid or TXA is.
That drug, Tranexamic acid can help reduce deaths from bleeding when it is given early after PPH starts.
So if a facility is providing emergency obstetric care, TXA should not be something they start looking for when the emergency has started.
It should be there.
As a man, if your wife is preparing to give birth, ask if the facility has TXA available. Same thing if you’re pregnant and preparing for delivery.
Ask questions. Know what is available.
Prepare before the emergency comes.
RT so that expectant mothers and fathers can see this very important message.
Source: Data, provided by @womenadvocate and @LSHTM.
Dear Nigerians,
Fifteen National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) members were kidnapped in Kogi State on Wednesday, August 26, 2026, while returning from their orientation camp in Bayelsa State.
They were traveling to Abuja with Peace Mass Transit. They were intercepted along the Ofu/Itobe–Onicha-Igo axis in Ofu Local Government Area. The passenger manifest is attached.
The person in the video is the sister of one of the abducted victims. Please lend your voice & kindly share or retweet. They need to be rescued & reunited with their loved ones. 🙏
Holy Spirit is the advantage.
On January 28th, I was traveling to Benin with our team to document a wedding.
As usual, we prayed in our minivan before we left Ibadan, but on this particular day, I was specifically prompted in my spirit that we needed to take some time to pray.
And yeah, we did, but in a different way.
It was a deep prayer session filled with tongues, and it lasted for about 45 minutes.
We arrived in Benin safely. The journey was fun, we documented the wedding, and the experience was beautiful.
After the wedding, we decided to leave Benin by 6am so we could get back to Ibadan early.
I drove, and the journey from Benin to Ijebu didn’t even take us 3 hours. For clarity, Ijebu-Ode to Ibadan shouldn’t be more than a 45-minute to 1-hour drive.
On our way to Ibadan, we had an accident. A terrible one.
Our van was literally flying, but to our greatest surprise, we were preserved.
Not even a scratch on any of the 10 of us.
The only thing that happened was a leakage, and the body of our car was preserved. It took us another 6 hours to fix it, and we eventually got to Ibadan around 7pm.
A few months later, I was driving to Lagos. I had totally forgotten about the incident when the Holy Spirit whispered:
“The prayer you prayed on your way to Benin was to prevent the accident that was to happen.”
This is one among countless experiences with the Holy Spirit, and I am just grateful to God that I am in Him and He is in me.
Employing your Boss!
This has been my experience with every driver I have ever employed.
Somehow, before they got the car keys, they were humble and contrite, making many promises about how they would conduct themselves and make sure my life is easier because they are now behind the wheel of one of my vehicles
The story changes after they get the car keys.
They begin to exercise their discretion with my car.
The last one I sacked went to pick up the car allotted to him to drive on a weekend while I was out of the country.
He picked it up without any instruction or permission from me
He merely calculated that since I was out of the country and the car was with the mechanic, he could pick it up and do whatever he liked with it without my knowledge
And it wasn't his first time.
He had pulled the same stunt once or twice, and I had cautioned him.
I had trackers installed in all my cars and I could tell where they were at any time of the day
He didn't get the logic of the tracker till tomorrow
He always felt somebody somewhere was snitching on him when I call him to ask him what my car was doing at such and such a place while he was supposed to be picking the children up from school or running an errand for me
His excuses would range from, I brought the car to my house to wash it or I had to dash somewhere quickly and so on
Eventually, he couldn't account for where he took the car that Saturday morning, and he got the sack.
The driver before him boldly asked me to give him the car so that whenever it was idle, he would be using it for Uber to augment the salary I was paying him.
Imagine that.
I pay my drivers 100,000 Naira a month. This particular one works with a company within our estate on a full-time basis and earns a salary from the job.
His job description was to pick up my children in the morning, take them to school within the estate and pick them up from school in the afternoon and drop them at home.
He does this only on school days.
After dropping the children off in the morning, he goes to work, and by 2 pm in the afternoon, during his break time, he goes to pick up the children and drop them at home.
His office was less than two minutes walk away from the house.
It was a perfect side hustle for him, but he was not satisfied with the arrangement. He said he used to drive LAGRIDE before the car he was driving became faulty, and he would like me to give him the car so that he could use it for UBER whenever he was not picking up or dropping off the children from school.
When he called me with the idea, I asked him if he was mentally okay. He replied by asking me if, as a pastor, I should not be more inclined to give him the car, especially after he had fasted and prayed that God would touch my heart.
I eventually got a solution to my driver dilemma, which I had been dealing with since 2020.
I got a mechanic who faithfully began to do my driving jobs on a pay-as-you-drive basis.
He has a workshop and is very good at his craft. He is not a driver per se, but he gets the job done.
When I need more than one driver in a day, he recruits other mechanics, and they get the job done. Since I discovered him, I have been free of the driver dilemma.
My experience with my drivers reminds me of the kind of state governors Nigerians keep voting for to manage their states.
I was in the UAE recently, and I was shocked to discover that the children of some governors and other politicians were attending schools where they pay as much as 120,000 dollars per session to study.
The amount of money being pumped into the states at the moment is so vast that it is shocking that none of the governors has come up with good ideas that would alleviate the financial stress of the masses in any way.
What about the house rent crisis and healthcare issues?
Most states offer free education and pay salaries. Beyond this, they embark on infrastructure projects that guarantee they will embezzle a lot of money while leaving their citizens to gripe about the cost of food and transportation under the subsidy removal mantra
During the recently concluded election in Osun State, a lady commented that she would vote for the governor because he paid the salary arrears owed to her mother since the days of Aregbesola. She didn't consider that the value of the Naira had depreciated in multiple fold since then and that the allocation received by the state had quadrupled since then.
Nobody is putting pressure on the governors. It is as if Nigerians are tone deaf and blind to the information being put out daily regarding how fat the state pockets are today.
If you reside in any state and there is no public transportation system that guarantees that you don't spend all your salary on daily transportation to work, please vote out the governor.
The governors who will be contesting in the coming election must all rejig their manifestos and come up with plans to ease the suffering of the people in a visible and tangible manner.
If he is not providing basic social amenities, he should not be your governor.
To whom much is given, much is expected. It is no use having a governor who would rule for eight years only to be hounded by the EFCC for four years after his tenure.
It is better to have a performing governor who would make daily life easy for the citizens under his purview with judicious use of the resources allocated to him and those generated internally by his or her government.
As I travel the length and breadth of Nigeria, I cannot say that I am impressed by any of the governors since 2023.
One would think that with the subsidy removal and the hardship the people had to endure, the governors would swing into action with the funds they now have access to and come up with programmes that would alleviate the suffering of the people.
I didn't see anything of such in any state. The governors pretended they were not getting more money until the federal government started screaming that people should hold them accountable.
The members of the federal House of Representatives and Senators are also getting more money for their constitutional projects, and they are doing nothing with it.
The local government chairmen too are benefiting directly from the federal allocation, but the impact of these funds is not being felt by the people.
It seems we employed drivers who are much more powerful than the people and are determined to drive us wherever they want, regardless of what we want them to do
The right thing to do is to sack them, so let us go on and do this during the coming election.
PS: I am writing from London at this time, but I don't live in London.
So don't comment on my post with "You have Japa"
Thank you
-GSW-
Matheson Road, West Kensington
London, United Kingdom
22/08/2027
Let me brag about God with this story. 🙏🏿
Sometime in 2004, I was half-awake, meditating, when I heard a voice:
“Go and tell Cornelius Tay that the whole office must praise Me.”
Mr. Cornelius Tay was our MD/CEO.
Immediately, I said in my heart, “Never! Emi, ke? Me? 🤷🏿♂️”
At the time, the company was facing a serious financial crisis. There was little or no patronage for both the advertising agency and the water engineering company. As a result, salaries were not being paid.
When I got to the office, I shared the message with Foluso, who was close to the MD at the time.
“Hmmnn, Nduka, you want to lose your job.”
That one increased my fear. 😂
Then I told another colleague who was a pastor. He simply asked me:
“Who will you fear—God or man?”
With that, I summoned courage.
Mr. Tay and his wife came into the office around 9:00 a.m. I waited about five minutes for them to settle, then knocked on his door.
He ushered me in.
“Good morning, sir. God sent me to you.”
Immediately, his wife was startled. She held her husband and said, “Close the door.”
Then she told me something that shocked me.
They had been praying that morning, and God had told them that someone would come and tell them what they should do.
So they asked me, “What did God say we should do?”
I replied, “God said we should just praise Him. Raise our voices and praise Him.”
“So how do we do it?”
I said, “I will tell Pastor to handle it.”
We came out into the open office. Mr. Tay clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. We prayed and praised God together.
Afterwards, everyone simply went back to their seats.
Around 2:00 p.m., we received a call from Ngozi at African Petroleum (AP):
Our cheque for ₦48 million was ready!The money they owed us for several months.
As we were still rejoicing, the water engineering company also received a contract from the Water Corporation at Ijora.
Two breakthroughs. Same day.
That was how God intervened in the financial crisis of the company.
And to think that when I first heard the instruction, I said:
“Emi, keh? Never!” 😂
So, yes, let me brag about my God:
He is good. He speaks. He provides. He makes a way where there seems to be no way.
PRAISE THE LORD! 🙏🏿❤️
Picture of my desk at the agency in between 2002 and 2006.
Glory!!!! The Lord has blessed me and my wife with a baby boy. he was delivered this morning, just as the prophetic service began. Thank you Jesus. The mother is fine and in good health. Glory
Another testimony I got today.
This lady was born blind and had to attend the school for the blind from childhood till she turned fifteen.
Then a pastor came to their school to minister and the pastor preached about Jesus and the gift of salvation.
She said she gave her life to Jesus that day and at night she saw a vision just before she slept of her walking with Jesus in a garden.
She slept off thinking she had died and gone to heaven.
She woke up the next morning and her two eyes were opened to see all by themselves.
No special prayers, no healing line, no medical intervention etc
After it was confirmed that she could see, her parents noticed that her eyes balls were darting rapidly left and right as they were unstable. Constantly vibrating and shaking.
They took her to an ophthalmologist who checked her properly for over five hours and kept asking her how she was seeing.
It turns out that her optic nerve (cranial nerve II) was not there. (She was not born with it and it does not exist) so how come she could see?
The doctor also noticed other faults with her retina and cornea which no surgery could correct in any form.
The ophthalmologist predicted that it was phantom sight and that she would go blind again in a few days.
It had been thirty years and she is still seeing!
My Lord Jesus!!!!!!
sat next to a guy on a flight who looked like a complete nobody
hoodie. airpods. reading some trading book I'd never heard of
figured he was another wannabe trader going to some crypto conference.
we got talking. I mentioned I trade futures.
he put down his book.
"funded or personal capital?"
prop firms. few accounts. nothing crazy.
he smiled weird.
"I withdrew $340k from prop firms last year trading 2 hours a day."
I thought he was messing with me.
he wasn't.
this guy is 29 years old. was a bartender 3 years ago. hated every second of it. started trading during covid with $500.
blew 11 accounts his first year.
"I was doing everything wrong. 15 trades a day. revenge trading. switching strategies every week."
year 2, something clicked.
"I stopped trying to be right all the time."
he showed me his phone. his win rate was 54%.
"everyone thinks you need 70%+ to make money. that's the trap."
his secret was stupid simple.
trade 2 setups. that's it. same 2 setups for 3 years.
"I see my setup, I take it. I don't see it, I close the laptop and go to the gym."
average 2.3 trades per day.
"most days I don't even trade. I wait."
I asked about his system.
"I'd tell you but it doesn't matter. any system works if you actually follow it. I watched 50 guys learn the same exact setup I use. 48 of them blew up anyway. the system wasn't the problem."
he pulled up his journal. 1,847 trades logged.
"every single one. entry reason. exit reason. emotional state. I know exactly when I perform best and when I'm gonna blow it."
I asked what separates him from the 48 who failed.
"they wanted to feel like traders. I wanted to get paid like one. different goals."
before we landed he said something I didn't ask for:
"everyone your age wants to get rich fast from trading. that's why most of you stay broke. I made $14k my first profitable year. now I make $30k months. speed is overrated. survival pays."
the plane landed. he grabbed his book and walked off.
probably went home to not trade
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Inside danfo this morning, the bus fare was 800 Naira. The woman beside me stretched 700 Naira to the conductor who rejected it immediately with “e gba owo yin pada jare. 800 ni moto”.
The woman replied “na 700 I get my brother, no vex, my uncle”
He didn’t let her land as he had already shifted attention to other passengers. He still replied “mama, mio gbo pa. E fun mi ni 800 mi. Eyin le nra epo si moto fun mi ni?”
The woman kept begging, he also insisted on his full 800 naira while insulting her. The insults were getting to me and since I already gave him 1k and my 200 Naira change was with him, I said “condor, remove her remaining 100 Naira from my change, give me 100”.
The woman looked at me with bad left eye reading “talo ran werey eleyi nise”. She didn’t even let me read meaning to her eyes finish before she shouted “uncle, don’t pay for me. I didn’t ask for your money. Because of 100 Naira, he has insulted me enough and you still want to pay him. Didn’t you hear all the insults? Lai lai. If he can’t accept abeg, he should getaway”.
I looked at the condor, “alaye, 200 naira mi da?” He gave me my money and requested that 700 naira from her. She said “never. Upon all the insults wey you give me? If I pay you 700 after those insults, make I die”.
The conductor started shouting and ready to drag her down at the next bus stop but he no fit. She said that the insults have reduced the money to 500 Naira and she stretched the 500 to him. I was just laughing. I have never seen monetized insults before.
Another passenger now added that what if the conductor start praying for her, will he get his money back? She said “Yes, he should work for his balance”.
I swear, this guy prayed for her from Anthony to Onipanu to collect his 200 Naira.
I got a call from a seventeen year old lady who is a student of the University of Abuja.
She was very distressed
I asked her what was wrong
She said her father told her to enrol for NELFUND and she knows her father is very rich and cab afford to pay her tuition out of his pocket
She said she will like me to talk to her father, who happens to be a friend not to let her go into debt which she would have to repay after graduation.
I called her name three times and said "Stop allowing your mum to put words in your mouth. Stop allowing your mum to manipulate you this way.
Your parents are not together anymore, your father has been responsible gor your education and that of your sister since you are born.
He is a professor.
He says you should apply for NELFUND, why ate you protesting against his instructions?
She said: Because i dont think it is a good idea for me to graduate and be owing the government over one million Naira wheny father has the money to pay my school fees.
I replied: Go and apply for the NELFUND, collect also the monthly stipend. If your state is doing Bursary, apply for that too. You are seventeeb years old and you should begin to think for yourself and plan for your future.
Find every means to become financially independent and be prudent with your finances.
This playbook from your mum in which she will counter your father's instruction to you and you will gullibly tow her line should stop.
Your father's instruction is what is best for you.
The campaign by your mum that your father must pay your fees out of his pocket is bitterness and emotional manipulation and by now you should be able to identify that move by now.
She said: Thank you sir.
I own just 2 pair of shoes.
They are durable and just what I need. Anytime my woman buys me a new pair, I give them out. She no longer buys anymore. Same with watches (I was telling N6 the other day). I give them all out. Apart from Apple Watch, you will never see me wear an expensive watch.
I just buy exactly what I need. Come to my house, ransack everywhere it’s the same pair of shoes. Check any picture I’ve taken it’s either of the shoes
Any country I visit in the World, it’s just one suitcase with few shirts and same pair of shoes. Always one suitcase. Never above one suitcase.
That’s how to live a disciplined, frugal life.
After Hagar fled from Sarah for maltreating her out of jealousy, she went to the wilderness where God appeared to her and blessed her because the child she was carrying was a seed of Abraham. After God blessed her, she called him ‘El Roi’ - meaning, the God who sees me.
Prior to that time, no one had ever seen her. Her only identity was Sarah’s hand maid. Sarah saw her as a maid. Abraham saw her as Sarah’s maid. People saw her as Sarah’s maid. But for the first time in her life, someone saw her. Someone saw her enough to bless her. That is also the very first time someone gave God a name - El Roi.
I don’t know what you’re going through but I know many of you are at your lowest point and nobody sees you. I pray God sees you. El Roi ❤️
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In 2007, my dad died.
After his passing, the family gave my mum two options: marry my dad's younger brother or leave the house and receive no support whatsoever.
My mum chose to leave.
They told her that male children raised by Akure wives never amount to anything. They laughed at her decision and believed our story had already been written.
But look at us now.
Look at what God has done🥹🥹
I know my dad is smiling in heaven, proud of the woman he left us with and proud of the children she raised against every odd.
Tomorrow, by God's grace, I will fulfill a lifelong dream. I will be called to the Nigerian Bar as a lawyer. Double First Class Lawyer at that🥹
Lord, thank You for changing our story. Thank You for proving that the final chapter belongs to You.