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@MrMekzy_ @mr_cjayerus come and see

Since i started making my own fresh fruit juice, I’ve not looked back. It’s very economical and a little price to pay for premium equipment. The ROI is worth it.😌😍🍹

@monetdeandre79 @OgbajiIfeanyi Nee gi eze ụle sachie i na adi ọnụ ka translation

@Ada_Nwakeze @OgbajiIfeanyi People looking for translation in the comments you are here writing this rubbish, u no go school?

They live amongst us, always always.

@EzenwubaChibuzo @OgbajiIfeanyi Rapụ dimkpa bini ahụ ọ na adi ọnu ka 36 years

@Ada_Nwakeze @OgbajiIfeanyi Eziokwu ehh mgbe ọ si na ọdi 36 m'kụja

@ceenochi @OgbajiIfeanyi Angel iwe gi adina ọkụ

@Ada_Nwakeze @OgbajiIfeanyi Ebele iwe jikwa m, akpazina m amu

@EzenwubaChibuzo Done

@Ada_Nwakeze please follow back

@IgboHistoFacts Asambodo

What is “Certificate” called in Igbo?

If you can see this repost aggressively This is the face of the man who executed the suspect in Effurun Delta State.. He must be arrested...

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Look at the UNN male hostel Mr. Agha Egwu Inya (UNN PRO) said it's clean. He further said that i'm demarketing my alma mater. He said students are the ones that brings the bed bugs to the school. Our students can't continue to live in this mess anymore. It must stop!

@UchePOkoye @nzemmili I think he doesn’t know there is a difference between umuada and ndi inyom

.@nzemmili explain this to us.

Ruby Ekpo and Mayowa saga!!! I’m glad a lot of men are talking about it👏👏 I said this yesterday, a married man having sex just twice a week and he’s calling it normal?🤣🤣🤣 Twice in 7 days? And his defense is ‘I can’t kill myself’!!! bro that’s not a flex. If that’s your reality but be honest about your problem, talk to your wife and fix it. Don’t hide behind excuses. My opinion >> BOTH Ruby Ekpo and Mayowa are wrong. No victim blaming here🍂 listen, A woman will not be shamed for having a high libido. it’s natural, it’s normal and it’s nothing to hide. The real issue is being with someone who can’t match or communicate. Know your needs and choose your partner wisely.

A student died in Ezzy College of Nursing Sciences, Enugu because there was no blood bank in the school. The same school that indefinitely suspended Joy Ezeugwu for revealing the rot in Uwani General Hospital, Enugu. That school administrator named Ifeyinwa Peace Okwudu is a tyrant. She also suspended another student for siding Joy Ezeugwu. Government of Enugu need to do something about this urgently. That school is a disaster.

Tunde Onakoya that runs a "non-profit organisation" is selling chess for over a million naira; Now let's leave that one aside for a second. He claims that he can't send Peter Obi a chessboard because someone has to pay for it. So the ones Atiku and Tinubu were gifted who paid for them, but most importantly, has any of them been seen ever playing the chess? Again, this is supposed to a nonprofit organisation mind u. Figthing for the children in slums while laughing with the govt that lead to the slums. OK Mr. Empowerment.

@BrownScorpio__ Being in a relationship with an intellectually insecure man is STRESSFUL

HMMM🥺💔 My friend’s ex is getting married next weekend. They broke up a year ago. Not because she cheated or disrespected him. He said she was too smart. He said she was always steps ahead. That before he could process things, she already had solutions. She’s too forward, too aware, always thinking ahead. He admitted he didn’t want a woman like that. He wanted someone simpler, someone he could lead without feeling intimidated. He even supported her business after they broke up, wished her well and everything. How do you lose a good woman, not because she lacked anything, but because she had too much?? Anyway, he’s getting married this next weekend and she’s still everything he couldn’t handle.

Actor Stan Nze celebrates Mother’s Day for his wife, Blessing 🥹❤️✨

Yesterday in our hospital, I saw something that shook me. Not because someone was blééding. Not because someone stopped breathing. But because a mother looked at her newborn… and turned her face away She delivered safely. Normal vagînal birth. Healthy baby boy. Strong cry. Good weight. Everything went perfectly. Her husband was dancing outside the labour room. Family members were calling non-stop. It was a celebration. But when we placed the baby on her chest… She didn’t hug him. She didn’t smile. She didn’t cry. She just stared at the ceiling. At first, we thought she was tired. Labour can do that. But hours passed. She wouldn’t breastfeed. Wouldn’t carry him. Wouldn’t even look at him. If the baby cried, she covered her ears. That was when I felt it. Something was wrong. I sat beside her and said gently, "Your baby is beautiful." She whispered back, "I know." But her eyes were empty. Later that yesterday evening, when the room was quiet, she finally spoke. And what she said broke me. "I don’t feel anything." Tears rolled down her face. "I waited four years for this baby… and I don’t feel like his mother." Postpartum depression. It doesn’t always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like silence. Sometimes it looks like distance. Sometimes it looks like guilt eating a woman alive. Her husband didn’t understand. He kept saying, "Just be happy. The baby is fine." But she was drowning inside her own head. That very night, everything escalated. The baby was crying loudly. She started shaking. Breathing fast. Then she screamed, "Take him away! I’m scãred I might hūrt him!" The room froze. Her husband looked shocked. The grandmother started crying. But I knew this wasn’t wickedness. It was a mind under attãck. And the stakes were high. Because untreated postpartum dépréssion can steal both mother and child. We moved quickly. Doctor involved. Mental health team called. Medication started. Constant monitoring. But the hardest part wasn’t the treatment. It was convincing her she wasn’t a bãd mother. She kept saying, "Maybe God made a mistake giving me this baby." That sentence hūrt. Because I have seen women lose babies they prayed for. And here she was, afraid of her own thoughts. But this morning, something small happened. The baby started crying while I was adjusting the cot. Before I could move She stood up. Walked over. And picked him up. Naturally. Instinctively. She held him close. And for the first time… She didn’t look afraid. She looked connected. The baby stopped crying almost immediately. And she started crying instead. But this time, it was different. She whispered, "I can feel him now." I had to turn away because my eyes filled with tears. Recovery didn’t happen overnight. It was gradual. Therapy. Support. Prayer. Medication. Encouragement. But by the time she was discharged, she was breastfeeding confidently. Smiling. Holding him without fear. The same woman who once covered her ears now sang to him softly. Yesterday reminded me that not all emergencies blééd. Some are silent. Some are inside the mind. Some don’t scream on monitors. But they are just as dangérous. And just as deserving of miracles. To every mother reading this: If you don’t feel connected immediately, you are not wîcked. If you feel empty after delivery, you are not broken. If your thoughts scãre you, speak up. Postpartum dépréssion is real. But it is treatable. And it does not define you. You are not a bãd mother for struggling. You are a human being who needs support. And hear this clearly: Your mind will not defeat you. Your baby will not lose you. Darkness will not win in your home. Even when love feels distant… Healing is possible. And sometimes the greatest miracle isn’t a loud cry in theatre. Sometimes it is a mother whispering, "I can feel my baby now." Share this with a mother who needs to know she is not alone. Cc: Preshcute utonwa

I spoke about my mum’s breast cancer battle here last year and then I went quiet. Not because it got better. Not because the fight ended. But because I got tired physically, financially, and mentally. Tired of explaining. Tired of asking. Tired of trying to stay strong. The truth is, the battle is still ongoing.

DID YOU KNOW? A woman’s period blood isn’t dirty or toxic at all, it’s so sterile that in emergency situations, it’s been used in wound healing and skin grafts in medical research. Your body literally creates a nutrient-rich, stem-cell-loaded healing substance every month… and most women think it’s “waste.” Imagine—your womb isn’t just a baby incubator; it’s a healing factory. Crazy, right? That same period blood you were taught to hide, shame, flush away? It contains mesenchymal stem cells, the SAME type of stem cells people pay millions for in regenerative medicine. → The SAME cells used in experimental treatments for spinal cord injuries. → The SAME cells studied for rebuilding heart tissue after a heart attack. → The SAME cells showing potential for anti-aging therapies. And here’s the WILDEST part: Scientists have patented menstrual blood stem cells for medical use while most women throw them away, unaware of their power. Your womb isn’t just reproductive. It’s regenerative. It’s revolutionary. It’s life giving. You are welcome! Don’t forget to reach out for a well-structured meal plan.

A cheating man is bad enough. But you know what’s even worse? A man who pretends to be good, but in reality is a pathological liar, a lustful manipulator, and an expert at playing the victim.