Amina Bala

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The smarter women are, the more hostility they face. In the U.S. & China, the higher women’s IQs, the less they're liked—and the more they’re undermined by coworkers. Men pay no price for being bright. It's long past time to recognize female intellect as an asset, not a threat.

5 Love Languages to show your love and support for First Born Daughters. 👉🏽

The divorce rate is so high because men still want to live like their fathers did, while women are refusing to suffer like their mothers did.

That’s how they packaged Buhari in 2015😭

Ever noticed how Pinterest is mostly used by women and somehow it’s one of the most peaceful, unproblematic apps ever 💁🏽‍♀️❤️

@aedcelectricity Dear AEDC, please kindly provide update for more than 72hours power outage in Pyakasa Sabon Lugbe🙏🏽

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Good nutrition in the first 2 years of a child is critical for growth. When it's missing, growth is at risk. SQLNS adds 20+ essential nutrients to children's meals. The #PARSNIP project makes SQLNS available to children in Gombe to get a stronger start in life.

Directory of Sexual Assault Referral Centres (SARCs) in Nigeria (Part 1) Sexual assault is never your fault. If you or someone you know has been affected, professional help is available at no cost. SARCs provide free medical care, forensic exams, counseling, and legal support in a confidential environment. 📍 Swipe left to find the contact information for the SARC nearest to you. 💾 Save this post—you never know whose life it might save. #EndGBV #HerStoryOurStoryNG #SARC #SafeSpaceNG

This january start the year with an empty jar. every week you add a note with a good thing that happened. On new year's eve, empty the jar and read about the amazing year you had. I did it last year and it's the absolute Game changer.

I’m not a famous artist with a huge following. I’m simply someone painting timeless and peaceful portraits of women and their daughters. If this reaches you, say hi or repost. These pieces are meant to touch the hearts that need them most.❤️

I beg you all in the Name of God, let’s not forget the 165 Children of St MARY Catholic School still in Captivity by Fulani Kidnappers Please. Please. Lend your voices. Use your platforms. Keep demanding.

2. Just share this post because life is too hard to be explaining to people every 28 days why your body is doing what God designed it to do. Also, because women, we need to give ourselves GRACE. ❤️

There is this lie we all secretly believed : if a friendship is real, it will always feel like it does right now. You remember that version. Three hour calls about nothing. Replying in 0.3 seconds. Seeing a meme and sending it to five people because all of you were permanently online. You could tell who was upset by the way they typed “lol.” You knew their class schedule, their crush rotation, their favorite cereal. Friendship felt like constant contact. Then somehow one day it does not. Now your closest friend might reply two days later with “sorry just seeing this.” You stare at that sentence with a small sting, even though you wrote the same thing to somebody else last week. They cancel plans because they are exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. You reschedule and then you cancel. Whole months pass in voice notes and “we need to catch up soon” and screenshots of flights you might take someday. It starts to feel like being quietly broken up with in slow motion. Nobody warns you how much admin adulthood stacks on top of love. Rent, sick parents, work that bleeds past office hours, kids, therapy, bodies that suddenly need more maintenance, nervous systems that finally crack after ten years of pretending to be fine. Everyone is trying to be a decent partner, decent coworker, decent child, decent human in a world that feels like a rolling crisis. Of course the part of you that once had energy to send 17 updates a day is tired. Less communication is not automatically less love. But it is a different shape of love, and that is the part that hurts. Because the scared part of you still keeps score like a 16 year old. They have not texted in a week. They viewed my story but did not answer my message. They were online. They posted. They made time for someone else. It does not matter how many bills you both have now. The kid inside still measures affection in frequency, not capacity. Adult friendship asks you to grow a second lens. One that can hold “I miss how it was” and “they are not abandoning me, they are surviving.” One that understands that sometimes your friend did not text back because they spent all day trying not to cry in a bathroom at work. Sometimes they are not ignoring you, they are in the same fog you are. Grace is not “let them treat me however.” Grace is “I will not confuse silence with betrayal unless they show me it is.” Check in, not out. It sounds simple until your own pride gets involved. There will be days you tell yourself “if they wanted to, they would have reached out” and use that as a reason to lock your phone. You call it a boundary. Often it is defense. It saves you from the vulnerability of being the one who sends “hey, how is your brain” after three months of nothing. It protects you from the possibility that they really have drifted. So you opt out quietly, tell yourself a story about how people change, and let something beautiful die out of sheer fear of going first. What if checking in is not humiliation. What if it is maintenance. Sometimes check in is not a deep talk. It is a dumb reel sent at 22:37 with “this is so you.” It is a voice note that says “I drove past our old place and wanted to throw up from nostalgia, how are you.” It is a “thinking of you, no need to respond.” You would be shocked how many people cry over those three words in grocery store aisles and parking lots. And sometimes, yes, what you find when you check in is that the thread is gone. They give you one word answers. They do not ask anything back. They leave you on delivered until it becomes obscene. That is information. Grace does not mean pretending that is fine. It means you can let it hurt, let it be real, and still not turn it into a courtroom in your head. You can grieve without inventing a villain. Adult friendship is two people saying, over and over, in a hundred tiny ways: I did not forget you. I am just carrying a lot. Thank you for still knocking.

This message is mainly for the Northerners. I have learned that we only remember to speak up when someone from another region mentions the killings in the North, that’s when we start shouting bigotry and hate but when our own are being slaughtered daily, we keep quiet, pretending not to see or hear. Every single day, our people are being killed, morning, afternoon and night, from Kebbi to Katsina, Sokoto to Zamfara, Niger to Kaduna and the terrorists are now in some parts of Kano. Blood is flowing like rainwater, and yet our silence is louder than the gunshots. Just yesterday, a custom officer was killed in Kebbi State by lakurawa, last week, the Deputy Speaker of Kebbi State House of Assembly was kidnapped. These are not stories from the past, they’re happening now, every day, every night. Our region is bleeding, but our people are scrolling and laughing online as if nothing is happening. Look around, millions of out of school children are roaming our streets hungry, hopeless, and neglected. These children are tomorrow’s potential terrorists if care is not taken. Hunger, poverty, and unemployment have turned many homes into graves of dreams, but our biggest concerns on social media are marriage gossip, sex talk, penis enlargement, breast enhancement, and all sorts of useless things that add no value to our lives or our people. Our land is burning, and we’re busy playing politics, our future is dying, and we’re busy posting nonsense on social media all in the name of content creation. If you are not a victim, I am. Many of us are. And if we don’t start using our voices and platforms to defend, rebuild, and reawaken the North, then we are all accomplices in our destruction. The North Must Wake Up Now.

NO MORE SILENCE: WOMEN OWN THEIR BODIES There is a dangerous culture that runs across the world, a culture that treats the body of a woman as something that belongs to everyone. This mindset without the necessary repercussions that should follow such acts, has made women targets of assault and harassment,.  What happened to Mexico’s President, Claudia Sheinbaum, says it all. On 4 November 2025, while walking from the National Palace to the Ministry of Education, she was groped in public by a man, the entire incident was caught on video. Claudia Sheinbaum, the first woman to ever lead Mexico, was harassed openly, in broad daylight, and on duty! Let us be clear: if that had been a man in her position, the perpetrator would never have dared. This is what happens when the world normalises a culture of ownership over women’s bodies. The belief that a woman’s body is public property is deeply ingrained, and it transcends borders, class, or culture.  This culture is what allows powerful men and even the ones without power to violate women and still go unpunished. It is what emboldens people to harass women in workplaces, on the streets, and even in institutions of power. It is what makes victims afraid to speak, and what makes perpetrators confident they will walk free.  Here in Nigeria, we have witnessed this same injustice many times too often and more recently, a female Senator publicly complained about the sexual harassment she suffered from the Senate president and instead of the institution standing with her, it stood with the accused. That is how broken the system is. The people who speak out are the ones who are shamed, while the perpetrators are protected.  Let us talk about the numbers. Because these numbers represent real people, real pain! According to the World Health Organization, one in every three women globally has experienced physical or sexual violence in her lifetime. In Nigeria, data from UN Women shows that 13.2% of women aged 15 to 49 have faced physical or sexual violence by an intimate partner in the last year.  A study among Nigerian universities revealed that 48.2% of female undergraduates have been sexually harassed. Across the country, about one-third of women have experienced one form of violence or another, while one in every five has experienced physical violence.  In Mexico, where President Sheinbaum was assaulted, reports indicate that only half of the country’s 32 federal entities criminalise sexual harassment, and yet over 70% of women report feeling unsafe in public spaces.  These are not statistics to gloss over. These are cries for help dressed in numbers. They expose a global crisis of impunity, a system that excuses violence against women and silences accountability.  It is high time the world stopped playing lip service to the issue of sexual harassment and assault. We cannot continue to pretend it is “not that bad” or “just part of life.” It is not. It is an assault on our humanity, and it is an indictment on every institution that refuses to act.  The world must do better. Institutions must protect women, not their abusers. Laws must be enforced, not buried in paperwork. And culture must change, from the home to the street, from schools to the highest offices of government.  Women must be able to walk, speak, work, and lead without fear. Every woman must feel safe. Everyone must understand this truth: Another person’s body is not your property. A woman’s body is hers alone. She owns it. She owns her agency. She owns herself.  We must reject silence, reject shame, and reject systems that defend the oppressor instead of the oppressed. We must make the cost of assault so high that no one dares to cross that line again.  To the women in Nigeria, in Mexico, and across the world: you are not property. You are not a possession. You are power.  And to every institution that shields predators your time is up. The world must act. And it must act now. Aisha Yesufu

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We thank china for their solidarity to Nigeria but remember china is fighting for their own mineral exploitation in Nigeria here. We also thank the EU but remember they have their interests too We need a Nigerian leader that will fight for the interests of Nigerians Stop the killings

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To all my ECWA women, happy ECWA Women International Week of Prayer. Zumuntan Mata organizes so well and they show up for each other through the good times and the bad. I wish you a successful week. ❤️