Chiemeka Udeinya
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In 2022, we screened 59 women for cervical cancer. We found 8 with precancerous changes and treated them for free. That was 8 lives saved.
By 2024, we pushed harder and screened 300+ women and intercepted 12 more cases before it was too late.
These women were walking around, living their normal lives, completely unaware of the silent killer growing inside them.
From Friday, Feb 20th to Sunday, 22nd, the @AD__Foundation is heading to Abuja to screen 1,000 women. Free screening o.
But to hit this number, we need YOU our community. If you want to help us save hundreds of women before they happen, please support us:
Aproko Doctor Foundation
0139722962
Sterling Bank
If you can’t donate, please RT to save a life today.

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Eleven years ago the world watched Islamic State militants behead twenty one Christians on a Libyan beach. The victims included twenty Coptic workers from Egypt and one from Ghana. They refused to renounce Jesus despite certain death.
Images from the February fifteenth twenty fifteen executions shocked millions worldwide. Dressed in orange jumpsuits militants marched them to the shore near Sirte. Some cried out “Jesus help me” or “Lord Jesus Christ” in final moments.
The men could have lived by converting to Islam but chose Christ instead. Their courage inspires believers facing persecution today. Christians hail them as modern martyrs of the cross.
We honor their names so bravery endures:
• Bishoy Adel Khalaf
• Samuel Alhoam Wilson
• Hany Abdel-Masih Salib
• Melad Mackeen Zaki
• Abanoub Ayad Attia
• Ezzat Bushra Nassif
• Yousef Shokry Younan
• Kirillos Shukry Fawzy
• Majed Suleiman Shehata
• Samuel Stéphanos Kamel
• Malak Ibrahim Siniot
• Bishoy Stéphanos Kamel
• Mena Fayez Aziz
• Girgis Melad Sniout
• Tawadros Youssef Tawadros
• Essam Badr Samir
• Luke Ngati
• Jaber Mounir Adly
• Malak Faraj Abram
• Sameh Salah Farouk
• Matthew Ayariga

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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💪🏻

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Psalms 121:5
The LORD will guard you; he is by your side to protect you.
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Nigerians are demanding #JusticeForOchanya, a 13-year-old who was allegedly raped repeatedly by her uncle and his son.
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