Zubee

Hair Care Enthusiast | Music Nomad |

[femiiiiii. @femiiiszn]

i admire people who within 30 minutes get up, have breakfast, and shower. i need 30 minutes just to figure out where i am and who i am.

[feyisayo 💸 @feyiszn]

Honestly, our parents really ate with printing out our pictures and putting them in albums.

[Bob Ngene @bobbyceezar]

That same TikTok is the only platform that has a STEM (Science, Tech, Engineering & Math) section

How many times have you watched content from that section?

[yimika| @yimikaaaa]

You MUST by all means develop a strong opinion of yourself so you don't end up internalizing the beliefs others have of you.

[Rene🧚🫧 @sheisafairyyy]

I will never understand a "free trial" needing my debit card information.

[𝙩𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙤 @simplytee23]

It sucks when a girl asks for a random toiletry and you don’t have it, like sorry I failed you…😭

[🤍I’m Sanwo_Fatimah @ummuh_Zahra]

What happened today in the theatre… My hands don’t even feel like mine as I type this.

She didn’t come in on a stretcher.

She walked in.

Slow… unsteady… like every step cost her strength.

Her eyes were swollen from crying.
Her lips were dry.

A 39-week pregnant woman.

Almost at the finish line.

She held her belly tightly and said in a trembling voice:
“My baby hasn’t moved since morning… I feel very weak… something is not right…”

Something about the way she said it…
It didn’t sound ordinary.

It sounded like fear.
Deep fear.

We checked her immediately.

Bl00d pressure… dangérously low.

Pulse… unstable.

Then we checked the baby.

The heartbeat…

Dropping.

Fading.

Struggling.

At that moment, the air in the room changed.

Everyone knew.

This was no longer a “simple complaint.”

This was a race against déãth.

Before we could even move her properly, she suddenly grabbed her chest.

Her eyes widened.

“I feel… dizzy…”

And then

She c0llapsed.

Right there.

Her body hit the floor.

Lifeless.

No response.

No pulse.

Silence.

Then chaos.

“CALL THE CRASH TEAM NOW!”

Everything moved at once.

Oxygen.
IV lines.
Hands pressing on her chest.

“Come back! Stay with us!”

But she wasn’t responding.

And the baby…

The heartbeat was slipping away.

We didn’t have time.

We rushed her to the theatre.

Her body still.
Her eyes closed.

It felt like we were already losing her.

The anaesthetist shouted:
“We cannot wait any longer!”

The surgeon didn’t hesitate.

“Start.”

The incision was made.

Fast. Precise. Urgent.

Seconds felt like hours.

Then…

A baby girl was delivered.

But the room went quiet.

Too quiet.

No cry.

No movement.

Just silence.

The kind of silence that makes your heart sink.

We worked on her immediately.

Suction.
Stimulation.
Oxygen.

“Come on… please…”

Nothing.

Another try.

Still nothing.

You could feel the fear in the room.

Then

A faint sound.

So weak… you almost miss it.

Then another.

A cry.

Small… fragile… but alive.

The room exhaled.

But only for a second.

Because the mother…

Was still gone.

Her body lay there.

Unmoving.

Unresponsive.

We continued CPR.

Calling her name again and again.

Begging without saying the words.
Prayer in our mouth and heart

“Please… don’t leave your baby…”

Minutes passed.

Heavy. Painful minutes.

Then

A tiny movement.

Her fingers.

Just once.

Everyone froze.

“Call her again!”

We did.

Again and again.

Then slowly…

Her eyelids fluttered.

Like someone fighting their way back from somewhere far away.

Then…

She opened her eyes.

Weak.
Confused.
Lost.

But alive.

And the first thing she said…

Barely above a whisper:

“My baby… is she okay?”

That question broke something in all of us.

We brought the baby close.

The tiny cry filled the room.

And tears…

Tears rolled freely.

From her.
From us.

Because just minutes ago…

We thought we had lost both of them.

Today, the labour ward became a place of fear…
Of silence…
Of desperate prayers whispered in hearts…

And mercy answered.

Two lives stood at the edge.

And somehow…

Both came back.

To every mother reading this:

Please don’t ignore your body.
Please don’t stay silent when something feels wrong.

And even when everything looks like it’s slipping away…

Hold on.

Because sometimes…
At the very last second…

Life returns.

Today, a mother lived.
Her baby lived.

And we witnessed something we will never forget.

A miracle… that refused to be late.

Cc: Preshcute utonwa

[` @lisaawrites]

i believe in re-reading and re-watching your favourite books & movies at different stages of your life.the plot never changes, but your perspective does.

[Naija @Naija_PR]

Thissss

[Attah Akor @attah_akor]

When you realize that we've been asking babies to "say dada" and they've been repeating after us without saying the word "say"

[Ólú ndị Igbo @VoiceOfTheEast]

If you can twist your mouth to catch the "th" in Ibiza, keep that same energy for the "gb" in Ogbunike. 😤

🎥: nimay.ndolo

[Yves ౨ৎ @yvessirae]

I didn’t call my husband crying.
I called him angry.
It was 11:47 PM. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, laptop open, staring at an email that said my contract wasn’t being renewed. Just like that. Two years of overtime, weekends, skipped holidays — gone in one paragraph.
When he answered, I didn’t even say hello.
“I lost my job.”
Silence. Not the awkward kind. The steady kind.
He said, “Okay. I’m coming home.”
He was on a night shift. I told him not to. I said I didn’t want him to risk it. I said I was fine.
He said, “You’re not.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard the door.
He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t start giving solutions. Didn’t say, “You’ll find something better.” Didn’t minimize it.
He just sat on the floor with me.
He ordered food because he knew I hadn’t eaten. He closed my laptop because he knew I’d keep rereading the email. He made a list the next morning not of jobs for me but of bills he could cover alone “for as long as it takes.”
The next week, I found out he had quietly moved money from his personal savings into our joint account.
Not because I asked.
Because he anticipated.
Months later, when I apologized for being “a burden,” he looked genuinely confused.
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no yours and mine when things fall apart. There’s just us.”
That’s when I understood something about marriage.
It’s not about who plans the best anniversary or posts the sweetest captions.
It’s about who sits on the kitchen floor with you when your world collapses.
It’s about who absorbs your panic without adding their own.
It’s about who turns “your problem” into “our plan.”
Marriage isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
And when it’s real, you don’t have to beg someone to show up.
They already grabbed their keys.

[✧ @cessonmute]

my neighbor is 81 and lost her husband last month. she has no kids, and i noticed she stopped tending her garden and rarely left her house. she was just fading away. so now, every night when i make dinner for my family, i set aside an extra plate and bring it over. we sit on her porch for 30 minutes and just talk. she told me yesterday that our little chats are the only reason she looks forward to the day. it costs me almost nothing, just a bit of food and time... but it means the world to her.

[Alex Onyia @winexviv]

I think the FG should implement a 3‑year JAMB result validity law to reduce unnecessary financial burden for students and families.

[ROYZ @royzkingin]

Nobody is looking at all those tweets you are linking under your blown tweets man, i just wanna read the comments. stop that nonsense.

[𝕾𝖎𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 @eagleseyeinc]

we need to learn common basic life saving skills 🙏

(save, bookmark, share, memorize)

snake / scorpion bites
1. keep person calm and still
2. immobilize bitten limb
3. remove tight items (rings, watches)
4. go to hospital ASAP

DO NOT
1. cut the wound
2. suck venom
3. apply ice, heat, alcohol, herbs
4. use tourniquets
rule: panic spreads venom faster than blood.

CPR (unresponsive + not breathing)
1. call emergency services immediately
2. hands in center of chest
3. push hard and fast (100–120/min)
4. depth: ~5-6 cm (2 inches)
5. let chest fully rise each time
6. if untrained → hands only CPR
7. don’t stop until help arrives or person revives
remember: broken ribs heal but cardiac arrest doesn’t.

swimming / drowning emergencies
rescuing others:
1. reach (stick, towel)
2. throw (bottle, float)
3. don’t jump unless trained

if YOU are drowning:
1. roll onto your back
2. spread arms/legs
3. float → breathe → signal

after rescue:
1. check breathing
2. CPR if needed
3. hospital check even if fine

fire emergencies
in a burning building:
1. stay LOW (crawl)
2. cover nose/mouth
3. close doors behind you
4. never use elevators

clothes on fire:
STOP → DROP → ROLL

if trapped:
1. seal door gaps
2. signal from window
3. stay low and visible

broken bones / severe injury
1. immobilize as found
2. control bleeding
3. keep person warm
4. treat for shock

DO NOT
1. realign bones
2. force movement
3. emergency signs
4. bone visible
5. numbness

heavy bleeding
→ hospital immediately

universal rules:
- calm saves lives
- time >> perfection
- knowledge >> strength

don’t create a second victim 🙏
buena suerte

[sky @nabastajla]

😭☝️

[Uncle Ruckus @Emarged]

Travel with what? Tai Chi?

[Nyatsimba Mutotesi @timiretimzzy2]

I run every day for 30 minutes, if I miss a day I add 30 minutes to the next day.
This has truly been a game changer, tomorrow I’m supposed to run for 3 weeks.

[Bashorun Kay... @kayodeCF]

Why don't Americans celebrate Ojude Oba?