18-year-old David Gideon is currently on the run after st@bbing 27-year-old Isaac Ayanbolujo to de@th over ₦200.
The misunderstanding started when Isaac went out to play snooker, and David asked for the ₦200 he was owed from the previous day.
Isaac scolded David for being rude and disrespectful, telling him he would pay him after he was done playing.
This provoked David, who immediately picked up a bottlë . Efforts to stop him were unsuccessful, as he was determined to att@ck Isaac.
Isaac's friend, who tried to calm David down, was st@bbed in the hand and had to flee for safety.
Isaac also ran for safety and locked himself inside a building for about 10 minutes. When he later came out to go home, David st@bbed him in the back of the neck and in the stomach.
Isaac collapsed, but people around him only recorded the incident, and no one helped him get to the hospital or tried to stop the bleëding.
He managed to make his way home, and his mother rushed him to the hospital. However, he had already lost a significant amount of blood and sadly passed away.
David is currently on the run, and the police are investigating the case. 💔
Last year, I almost lost my wife to preeclampsia during pregnancy.
In fact, last year was the first time I ever heard the word "preeclampsia."
My wife was six months pregnant when doctors discovered that both her life and the baby's life were at risk.
What followed was one of the most difficult periods of our lives.
The hospital we were using in Gwarimpa referred us to the Federal Medical Centre in Jabi.
When we got there, they explained that they did not have enough ICU capacity for a premature baby and referred us to the National Hospital, Abuja.
I immediately drove her there.
Unfortunately, part of their ICU was under maintenance and had already been fumigated.
The remaining units were full, so they could not take us.
Again, they referred us to Garki Hospital, Abuja.
By this time, my wife's condition was getting worse.
Her eyes were swollen.
Her legs were swollen.
Her face had become so swollen that she barely looked like herself.
She was exhausted, dizzy, frightened, and in pain.
Yet I kept telling her everything would be fine, even though deep down, I was terrified.
At Garki Hospital, after reviewing the scan results and referral notes, they told us the case was too critical for them to handle.
Imagine driving from one hospital to another with a pregnant woman whose life was in danger, while every hospital kept referring you elsewhere.
The most painful part was that none of the hospitals could arranged an ambulance despite seeing her in a critical condition.
I was driving and making endless phone calls, speaking with doctors that I know, speaking with friends, and anyone who could point us in the right direction.
Finally, someone suggested the Teaching Hospital in Gwagwalada.
That was our last stop and that was where we found hope.
The doctors and nurses there fought with everything they had to safe her live.
At the same time they tried to buy time and help the baby's lungs mature enough to survive after delivery or if delivered safely.
They did everything possible.
Sadly, it wasn't enough.
The injections used to accelerate the baby's lung development took a serious toll on my wife's health.
Eventually, I was asked to sign documents acknowledging any possible outcomes.
She was also prepared to go for CS.
I signed.
To this day, I can still remember that moment.
My mind was racing.
My hands were shaking.
I was preparing myself for outcomes no husband ever wants to face.
By the mercy of Allah and the dedication of the medical team she had a normal delivery and my wife's life was saved.
(But we lost our baby girl 😭 😭 😭)
There are pains that never completely leave you.
Losing a child is one of them.
Still, I remain grateful.
Grateful that my wife survived.
Grateful to the doctors and nurses at the Teaching Hospital in Gwagwalada.
They are among the finest medical professionals I have ever encountered.
And grateful to Allah for carrying us through one of the darkest moments of our lives.
Two days ago 13th of June 2026, Allah bless my family with a male child….. Alhamdulillah. 😊
Today, as I look at everything my wife endured, I have even more respect for mothers and pregnant women.
The strength they carry is beyond words.
To everyone trusting God for the fruit of the womb, may He answer your prayers.
To every pregnant woman, may Allah grant you a safe pregnancy, a safe delivery, and a healthy child.
Ameen. 🤲
Today is day25 of the Oyo Children Kidnap. Today is day25 of the Oyo Children Kidnap. Today is day25 of the Oyo Children Kidnap.
Today is day25 of the Oyo Children Kidnap. Today is day25 of the Oyo Children Kidnap. Today is day25 of the Oyo Children Kidnap.
Pls help speak up.
This woman reports that her little niece was kidnapped last night. She has been appealing to the public to help her share this video incase someone may have seen the little girl.
Please help share this video.
Let’s help find this innocent little baby. https://t.co/M38K5N0mor
Until Muslims worldwide start making videos condemning Islamic terrorists and apologize for the atrocities committed in Allah’s name, I won’t take them seriously.
Never let Muslims gaslight you.
One hospital bill can wipe out 5 years of your savings.
Don't just hustle without taking care of your health
Don't sacrifice your sleep
Don't sacrifice your diet.
When you're looking for things to protect, choose your health first.
I never imagined I would be making this kind of plea.
My wife, Dasola, went in for a Caesarean Section to deliver our baby, but what should have been the happiest moment of our lives suddenly became a fight for survival.
She developed severe sepsis after surgery, leading to
Two people came back from school. Only one person was tasked with making soup for the family. The other wasn’t even expected to help carry plates, or assist in any way.
This is how entitled men are raised. They grow up believing domestic work is a woman’s responsibility, so they can sit at home or return from work hours before their wife and still expect her to come home and cook because it’s not their duty
“We've cr!ed. We've made flyers. We've wailed. We've prayed.Yet the pa!n keeps coming. K!dnapp!ngs, l0ss, Gr!ef, Fear. It feels like we're all just trying to survive one tragedy after another and the government isn’t doing anything about it”💔💔
Bambam gets really emotional about the ins£curities in the country, calls out President Tinubu !!!
We’re slowly getting used to an insane amount of violence. Levels of violence that are unprecedented. We’re seeing children whipped and burnt and we’re scrolling.
A woman on my flight yesterday switched seats with her husband because their toddler wouldn’t stop crying.
The second she sat down alone, she closed her eyes for maybe 30 seconds.
Just resting.
Not sleeping.
When the husband walked past with the kid later, he laughed and said loudly,
“Must be nice to finally get a break from doing nothing.”
A few people chuckled.
She laughed too.
But something about it felt off because for the entire flight she had been:
holding the baby,
packing snacks,
cleaning spills,
walking him down the aisle,
missing her own meal trying to calm him down…
while the husband watched a movie with headphones on.
And honestly I think that’s why so many women are exhausted.
Not because they’re doing everything alone.
But because they’re doing everything while someone else calls it “nothing.”
You see a man when he was still a bachelor will be washing his clothes, cleaning the house, cooking that’s for the ones that knows how to cook but once he gets married he suddenly looses all this abilities cos he’s already married to a woman, society and family grooming of the boy child states that it’s the duties of his wife to do all this stuff.
Pathetic Miseducation of the boy child.