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I’m a lover girl but I’m currently non-practicing.

The way I would sue tf out the Doctor’s life if such were to ever happen.

His business doesn't have that many problems babe that's not why he's stressed. HE IS GAMBLING. A lot of men than you know are hiding gambling problems

出産直後、医者に言われた言葉を私は一生忘れられません。 「さっき出てきた胎盤。 あれは、お母さんの身体の一部であり、赤ちゃんを育てるための“臓器”です。」 出産直後、お医者さまは静かにそう話し始めました。 「そして、その胎盤が役目を終えて剥がれ落ちたということは――

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My ladies, decenter your age and live your best lives.

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“ I’ll send you back to your father’s house” Me when you marry for my three bedroom flat where I dey pay rent? Okay na

Saw a patient today with a hemoglobin of 1.9 g/dL. For context, a level that low is almost incompatible with normal consciousness, but she walked right into the clinic on her own feet. For three long years, she lived with crushing weakness and since last 6 months breathlessness from just walking across a room. Why didn’t she get help sooner? At first, it was because the kids had crucial school exams and later her husband was reluctant to deal with the hassle of a hospital admission. Her health was treated as a background inconvenience. When we dug deeper, it got worse. A year ago, her Hb was 6.4 g/dL. A doctor explicitly told them she needed immediate admission. The family refused, walked out with a basic strip of iron tablets, she took them for two weeks, forgot about them, and nobody in the house ever bothered to check on her or remind her. She didn't even come to the hospital today because of the air hunger. She came because her periods had completely stopped for months. Her body was so profoundly starved of iron and oxygen that it literally shut down her reproductive axis just to divert what little blood she had left to her heart and brain. It’s completely heartbreaking. A woman will literally bleed her body dry, gasp for air for years and keep working silently, only to be brought to a doctor when her normal functioning stops. Please check on the women in your homes. Stop letting them normalize chronic exhaustion.

A Norwegian neuroscientist spent 20 years proving that the act of writing by hand changes the human brain in ways typing physically cannot, and almost nobody outside her field has read the paper. Her name is Audrey van der Meer. She runs a brain research lab in Trondheim, and the paper that closed the argument was published in 2024 in a journal called Frontiers in Psychology. The finding is brutal enough that it should have changed every classroom on Earth. The experiment was simple. She recruited 36 university students and put each one in a cap with 256 sensors pressed against their scalp to record brain activity. Words flashed on a screen one at a time. Sometimes the students wrote the word by hand on a touchscreen using a digital pen, and sometimes they typed the same word on a keyboard. Every neural response was recorded for the full five seconds the word stayed on screen. Then her team looked at the part of the data most researchers had ignored for years, which is how different parts of the brain were communicating with each other during the task. When the students wrote by hand, the brain lit up everywhere at once. The regions responsible for memory, sensory integration, and the encoding of new information were all firing together in a coordinated pattern that spread across the entire cortex. The whole network was awake and connected. When the same students typed the same word, that pattern collapsed almost completely. Most of the brain went quiet, and the connections between regions that had been alive seconds earlier were nowhere to be found on the EEG. Same word, same brain, same person, and two completely different neurological events. The reason turned out to be something nobody had really paid attention to before her work. Writing by hand is not one motion but a sequence of thousands of tiny micro-movements coordinated with your eyes in real time, where each letter is a different shape that requires the brain to solve a slightly different spatial problem. Your fingers, wrist, vision, and the parts of your brain that track position in space are all working together to produce one letter, then the next, then the next. Typing throws all of that away. Every key on a keyboard requires the exact same finger motion regardless of which letter you are pressing, which means the brain has almost nothing to integrate and almost no problem to solve. Van der Meer said it plainly in her interviews. Pressing the same key with the same finger over and over does not stimulate the brain in any meaningful way, and she pointed out something that should scare every parent who handed their kid an iPad. Children who learn to read and write on tablets often cannot tell letters like b and d apart, because they have never physically felt with their bodies what it takes to actually produce those letters on a page. A decade before her, two researchers at Princeton ran the same fight using a completely different method and ended up at the same answer. Pam Mueller and Daniel Oppenheimer tested 327 students across three experiments, where half took notes on laptops with the internet disabled and half took notes by hand, before testing everyone on what they actually understood from the lectures they had watched. The handwriting group won by a wide margin on every question that required real understanding rather than surface recall. The reason was hiding in the transcripts of what the two groups had actually written down. The laptop students typed almost word for word, capturing more total content but processing almost none of it as they went, while the handwriting students physically could not write fast enough to transcribe a lecture in real time, which forced them to listen carefully, decide what actually mattered, and put it in their own words on the page. That single act of choosing what to keep was the learning itself, and the keyboard had quietly skipped the choosing and skipped the learning along with it. Two studies. Two countries. Same answer. Handwriting makes the brain work. Typing lets it coast. Every note you have ever typed instead of written went into your brain through a thinner pipe. Every meeting, every book highlight, every idea you captured on your phone instead of on paper was processed at half depth. You did not forget those things because your memory is bad. You forgot them because typing never woke the part of the brain that would have made them stick. The fix is the thing your grandmother already knew. Pick up a pen. Write the thing down. The slower road is the faster one.

@UzoamakaPower My Hall was full of laughter and banters. The movie is soo relatable. Thank you so much for this Great Movie.

so many people at the cinemas told me that this was their second watch. they already saw CALL OF MY LIFE, but they came back with friends to watch again. words fail me. thank you. thank you so much to everyone who saw #coml yesterday, today and those who plan to watch tomorrow. thank you for the messages, the posts, the stories, the reviews, the emails. Jesus Christ of Nazareth!!!!!!!! this whole thing n’eme m ka film. thank you everyone. thank you God.❤️

@tosinolaseinde Namesake, rora drag mi joor

For a lot of people it’s not your village people. It’s all you - your laziness, your complacency, your lack of discipline and lack of finishing strong You are the problem.

People should fo whatever mehn. So long there is love , peace, respect and understanding.

By all means, have a life before you become a wife.

Teach your boy child “ Men are not Polygamous in Nature Teach your boy child that “a Man not cheating isn’t Simp but rare gem Teach him not to seek Validation from DAMAGED Men on social media Teach Your boy child how to handle Rejections Teach your Boy child Consents & No means No Teach your Boy the beauty of staying faithful with one woman Teach your boy child respect towards women Teach Your boy child the gravity of their actions Lastly :Be a Good examples to your boy child because you can tell them all this things but if you’re not leading by examples then you’re a joker. Happy INTERNATIONAL BOY CHILD DAY 🩷.

@LadyCharrr1 A first daughter 😭😭😭

Are you a first born daughter or a mother of 1 ?😭

"He had and affair and married his lover… Lesson: Don’t marry your side chic" How about don’t be unfaithful to start with? You think marrying a new person will save you from divine punishment?

Well, the Greek word for fornication "por•nei'a" encompasses all sexual act outside of marriage. So, you can gaslight him on any technicality.

The problem started when I said "e choke" in a meeting. My colleague Linda from accounting paused mid-slide. She said, Is everything okay with your throat? I said, No, Linda, it means the numbers are impressive. She wrote that down. She literally wrote it down. Three days later she told our boss the quarterly projections were choking her. HR got involved. I work in Toronto, in a glass office where the only other Nigerian is a man named Tunde who has completely assimilated. The kind who pronounces "schedule" like he invented the language. He avoids me in the breakroom because I remind him of jollof rice and his mother's expectations. So I suffer alone. Last month I told a project manager that the deadline was giving me wahala. He emailed my supervisor asking if wahala was a vendor we needed to loop in. I now have a meeting on Friday about clarifying communication styles. The worst was when I said "abeg" to an intern. She thought it was a new productivity tool. She searched the internal software catalogue. By Tuesday, IT had opened a ticket. I tried explaining slangs to my coworkers once. Big mistake. Now every Monday morning, Kevin from sales greets me with "How far?" but he says it like "How far, my good man?" and waits for a response as if I am a foreign exchange student he is sponsoring. Linda has started saying "e choke" whenever she completes a spreadsheet. She does finger quotes around it. She has made a PowerPoint slide titled "Nigerian Business Expressions for Cross-Cultural Synergy." I sat Tunde down last week. I said, Tunde, you need to help me. They've weaponized our entire lexicon. He adjusted his cardigan. He said, I'm sorry, I don't really speak it anymore. I said, You were born in Owerri. He said, That was a long time ago. He stirred his green tea. No sugar. No milk. Just assimilation and regret. Yesterday I overheard my boss on a client call. She said the deal was giving her gbe body. I had told her "gbe body" means being alert. She now uses it to mean proactive. The client loved it. They want it in the brochure. I have created a monster. The office Christmas party is next week and Kevin told me he is planning to say "shey you dey whine me" during his toast. He has been practising pronunciation with a YouTube video titled "Speak Nigerian in 5 Minutes." I will not be attending. Every diaspora office has one person fighting for their slangs and one Tunde drinking green tea pretending he cannot remember the taste of chin chin.