Ibironke Khadeejah Quadri
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RN, BSc (Hon) Renal Nursing , MSc Public Health, Healthy lifestyle activists, CEO https://t.co/w7SSZMKGsY, Muslimah, Break-up and Divorce Coach, Mum and Wife
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BREAKING: Borno State Government reintegrates 720 repentant t£rrorists into society after rehabilitation
Can people really love other people’s children like their own? 🤔 I have two children and one of the things that terrifies me most is the thought of something happening to me and them ending up having to live with someone else. Perhaps that fear comes from my own experience. When I was younger, I lived with one of my maternal aunts in Benin City. Those years were, without question, the most traumatic years of my life. I was treated like a maid and made to feel less than on a daily basis. I know this may sound unbelievable to some people, but this was my reality. She used to do the strangest things. Every Saturday morning, I would wake up and make breakfast for the entire household, usually fried eggs and bread. Somehow, when it came time to dish out the food, there would no longer be enough left for me. Na me go pound yam, but pounded yam no go reach me. 🤣 I would cook fresh ogbono soup and somehow my own portion would be a mixture of the new soup and the old egusi soup from the previous day. I was in secondary school at the time, attending Idia College, Iyaro, Benin City. I was regularly late because I was responsible for house chores and taking her children to school before going to my own. There were days I arrived so late that the gates had already been shut, so I would spend the day roaming the streets instead. Many years have passed and I still carry parts of that experience with me. I have no relationship with my aunt or her children today. People often say children are resilient and I agree. What I think people underestimate is how much children remember. They remember who treated them with kindness, who made them feel welcome, who protected them and who made them feel like they did not quite belong. As a mother, that experience has left me with a level of anxiety that is difficult to explain. Whenever I think about my own children, I find myself hoping they never have to depend on the kindness of other people in the way that I once did. What I often wonder is whether adults truly appreciate the impact they have on children. Do they realise that the child they are treating as an inconvenience today may still be carrying those memories thirty years later?
📞💔THE LAST CALL 💔 Solomon was the only child of his parents. Their pride. Their hope. He never joked about war. "If I don't stand," he once said, "who will?" Before the attack, he stepped aside and pulled out his phone. The signal was weak, but it connected. His mother picked up on the first ring. "Solomon… my son…" her voice trembled. "Mama," he said softly, "I just wanted to hear you." "Are you safe?" she asked. He looked around the darkness, the distant sounds of movement. He closed his eyes. "Yes, Mama," he lied. "I'm safe." "My son, come back to me," she whispered. "You are all I have." His voice cracked. "And you are all I have too, Mama." She prayed over the phone. He listened like a child again. When she finished, she said, "God will bring you back." Solomon swallowed hard. "Mama… if I don't" "Don't say that!" she cried. He forced a small smile. "I will call you again. I promise." Those were his last words to her. Then the night broke open. Gunfire. Explosions. Chaos. Solomon fought like a man who knew what was waiting for him at home. Then a single shot. Sharp and final. He staggered. Sank to his knees. I caught him before he hit the ground. His eyes searched the darkness. But he wasn't looking at the battlefield anymore. "Mama…" he whispered. And then… silence. The battle ended. But for one mother, the war had just begun. Back home, she still waits. Staring at the road. Phone always close. Hoping he will call again and say, "Mama… I'm safe." Some heroes are remembered in history. Some are only remembered by the hearts they left behind. 💔 If this touched you, pray for Solomon. Never take that call from your loved ones for granted. Rest in peace, soldier. 🥹🫡 REST IN PEACE SOLOMON #ThankASoldier #ForGodAndCountryAlways #GodBlessEverySoldier #RestInPeaceHeroes🕊️🕊️
BREAKING: Katsina State Government has announced that Retired Major General Rabe Abubakar, who was abducted alongside his wife by bandits, has died of hypertension while in bandits' captivity.
