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Someone shared an exercise with me and it was an eye opener. So here goes; Get a sheet of paper and write down ten names of people you can call when real life crisis happen to you. If you have up to 5 names comfortably penned down, then you're lucky CHECK YOUR CIRCLE CAREFULLY

Teem + Andrew liver salt as contraceptive kee? I'm confused ohhh

Why do some men think their birthdays are no big deal? I mean you made mine fun… so why can’t you celebrate yours? This man mentioned casually that he’s never had a birthday party before . So I suggested we celebrate his 30th.. now why did he just shrugged and said “no need”?? I’ve made up my mind still… even if it’s a private dinner with his immediate family or am I over stepping??

ASAP - Alcohol solves all problems. You might not just be drinking with the right people...<drop pen>

What micro-cheating actually looks like: 1.Intentionally leaving out the fact that you’re in a relationship or allowing people to continuously assume that you’re single without correcting them. 2. Entertaining flirtatious acts instead of shutting it down. 3. Closely keeping in touch with an ex or someone you used to be in love with. 4. Creating dating profiles and being active on dating sites. What are you still looking for? 5. Lying about your relationship status online. It’s okay to keep your life private but intentionally denying the fact that you’re in a relationship. Humm 6. Deleting messages, archiving messages, hiding notifications and turning on dissapearing mode on messages with that “ one” person. 7. Telling someone you would have preferred to be with them if you were not in a relationship. 8. Frequently engaging social media posts and interacting with someone you’re attracted to. 9. Dropping flirtatious comments on social media posts. 10. Intentionally painting your partner in the bad light just to make the other person feel or look better. If you’re guilty of any of these, you are micro cheating.👍

My dear, you don chop sharwama, go and shower ma...time is going ohhh

Part 2. A hospital in India can take someone who has been blind for years and give them their sight back in six minutes. It costs less than a pizza. And they have done it 6.8 million times. The hospital is called Aravind. It was started in 1976 by a man named Govindappa Venkataswamy, known as Dr. V. He was 58, had just been forced to retire, and his hands were crippled by arthritis so bad he could barely hold a pen. He had scalpels custom-made for his twisted fingers and still performed over 100,000 eye surgeries in his life. Two years before he retired, Dr. V walked into a McDonald’s for the first time. He looked at the menu, looked at the assembly line in the back, and came out with an odd idea. He would sell cataract surgeries the way McDonald’s sold burgers. So he mortgaged his house. His brothers and sisters pooled their life savings. He opened an 11-bed clinic in Madurai. Then he flew to Chicago and enrolled in Hamburger University, the actual McDonald’s training program, to learn how the assembly line worked. At Aravind, cataract surgery is broken into small steps. Nurses prep one patient while the surgeon operates on another. Each surgeon switches between two tables. The operation itself takes about six minutes. So far Aravind has seen 55 million patients and done 6.8 million surgeries. More than half of those patients paid nothing. Not a rupee. The ones who can pay subsidize the ones who cannot. A surgery at Aravind costs between $40 and $125 depending on the lens. In the US, Medicare pays about $1,766 for the same operation. Aravind also has better results. Their complication rate is 1.5%, and serious eye infections happen in about 2 out of every 10,000 surgeries. Most American hospitals are not that good. They built their own lens factory too, called Aurolab. Imported lenses were costing hundreds of dollars each, so Aurolab makes them for around ten. Today Aurolab produces roughly 10% of the world’s eye lenses and ships to 160 countries. Every year, Aravind sends doctors and nurses out to rural villages for 2,500 eye camps. They screen people who have been blind for years, bus them to the hospital, operate on them, and bus them back home seeing. Dr. V died in 2006. His family still runs Aravind. Harvard Business School has been teaching the story as a case study since 1993. I still do not see it in my feed. A 58-year-old with crippled hands walked into a McDonald’s. Fifty years later, 6.8 million blind people can see.

around mid last year, a friend of mine Tunde got married to his girlfriend of 2years, Mariam, it’s only been a couple months in when everything changed. a random number texted my guy that his wife is having extra marital affairs, this person introduced herself as Aisha, the wife of the man Mariam is supposedly sleeping with. this woman claimed she has proofs …chats, photos, hotel bills. everything. …

Can't wait till my life matches the one in my head.

Forget what you feel...remember what you deserve

"Àgbà, if my boyfriend doesn't provide for me, how do I know that he would provide in marriage?" If you want to know, go and cohabit with him and see how he takes charge of things. Also, study how he shows care to his siblings or parents. If you go on dates, watch how he handles the bills. Then, observe whether he is always willing to pay back any debt he owes you. It's not until he gives you a monthly salary, or pays your rent, or buys you expensive phones, bags, or hair that you'd be convinced. A young man is not supposed to waste money like that. He's supposed to invest in his future. And if you understand it and do right by him, that future investment would benefit both of you and your kids. End.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

Love shows up...even when feelings don't.

Everyone know what they are doing!!!

Just do your beat and leave the rest. Leave center stage for people whey get am

Omo, if evidence no dey, you can't say you tried. E go better sha.

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