If you’re struggling with dandruff, try using Elan Shampoo and Conditioner, then pair them with Cacatin hair cream and Morgan Pomade hair cream.
The results have been amazing for me, you might love them too.
Intimacy isn't just sex. It's the mental check ins, deep conversations, date nights, forms of affirmations, the small simple things, the heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams and hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy.
Ever since I found out cats don't meow to other cats, that's just some shit they learned to manipulate humans and moews are supposed to mimic infant human cries I'm noticing a lot of fake shit about my cat
I feel sorry for people who are at this time trying to grow their accounts. Nigerian twitter is the most difficult place to do that on the entire planet.
Your followers would literally SEE your posts and ignore it and lie that they didn’t see it. Nigerians are generally ruthlessly dismissive of growth, except in cases where they want to deliberately platform idiocy.
I've checked my life very well and realized I don't like begging. That's why I'm always asking God to never place me in a position where I have to beg to survive. 🥺🙏
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. 🤲
Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem .🙏🤲
It’s a new beginning for Zab’s Cuisine.
We are now more Affordable and Accessible.
📍University of IBADAN,opposite First bank.
We have;Ofada rice ,Ayamase sauce ,Waakye and Shitto available today.
Pls come and out and patronize me .🙏
Today I learnt that If a wealthy man’s son commits a crime in Nigeria and gets sentenced to prison, they’ll raid poor neighborhoods, pick up an innocent boy, and swap him in.
The rich kid goes home & the poor kid serves the sentence. This is why most of those raids happen.