DearDamsel

These are the kinds of scores you need to read Medicine. Respect medical doctors o. I bant with them that their degree usually says BACHELOR of Medicine, BACHELOR of Surgery and that mine says DOCTOR of Philosophy, and that I am the real Doctor. But forget o. Doctors are smart!

Random: if you are accused of witchcraft, how do you prove you are not one? 🤔

Everybody just dy born girl. Doctors in the house need to educate us on the necessary styles we need to do to be able to birth "male" sons. Is there a particular time of day or the female cycle when it needs to happen?. Any particular size of penis needed for such task?.😣

Very similar story, a lady who moved to the UK with her husband and 2years old child. Her husband who is the main applicant lost his job after a year in the UK. They decide to use another route because the man wasn't finding a new job - all their savings gone. They had to move into a really cheap apartment with poor heating. Wife who has been doing side hair business from home said it's the husband's responsibility to pay rent so she won't support. Winter came, their baby got pneumonia and nearly died. The man gave up and ran back to Nigeria with his family. Only to find out the wife has been building a mansion in Nigeria with her mother.

"Train up a child in the way he should go and when he's old, he'll not depart from it." Many parents don't teach kids about consequences for actions, they fail to instill discipline and respect. They keep enabling terrible entitlements in kids in the name of "gentle parenting"

There were 4 of us and we had no business being friends. Biodun was the responsible one. Spreadsheets for everything. Savings plan since 19. The kind of person who read terms and conditions and actually found things in them. Chukwuemeka talked too much and was right about everything. The most dangerous combination a human being can possess. Rasheed was naturally funny. Not performing funny. The kind of person who says one sentence and ruins you for 5 minutes without changing his expression. And then there was me. We met in university. Final year. The kind of friendship that starts because you are all surviving the same thing and proximity becomes loyalty before you notice. 15 years later we were still showing up. 2022 Biodun lost his job. The company folded publicly. His name was in articles. He had a wife. 2 children. A mortgage that didn't care about any of this context. He told us on a Thursday. WhatsApp message. Typed with full punctuation which meant he had been composing it for hours. Chukwuemeka called immediately and spoke for forty minutes. Not about the job. About everything Biodun had built that existed outside any company's decision to fold. His mind. His reputation. His record. He listed things Biodun had forgotten about himself and presented them like evidence in a case he had already won. Rasheed sent one voice note. 40seconds. He said Biodun you have a spreadsheet for everything. Make one for this. Column A what you have. Column B what you need. Column C what we are going to do about it. Then he said stop wearing that face I can hear it through the phone. Biodun laughed. First time in 4 days according to his wife who called me separately to report this. I drove to his house Saturday morning with food I had cooked badly. Didn't announce I was coming because I knew he would say don't worry. Sat in his kitchen. Watched football. Let him be quiet when he needed quiet and talked when he needed distraction. He got a new role in 11 weeks. Better than the last. More aligned with what he actually wanted. The day he signed the offer he called us individually before the group announcement. He called me last. He said the Saturday I came with that terrible food. He said I could taste that you tried and that was the whole thing. He said some people send money and some people send prayers and some people show up with bad jollof and sit in your kitchen until you remember you are not alone. I told him the jollof was actually good. He said it was not good at all and he loved me for it. We went for suya that evening. Same spot since 2009. Same man still running it. Started our order before we sat down. Biodun went quiet then said he needed to say something. He said he had been thinking about what it meant to have people who showed up differently. Emeka with the words. Rasheed with the laugh. Me with the presence. He said most people go through hard things with an audience watching. We had people actively participating. He said he didn't have a word for what that was. Rasheed said the word was us. Nobody laughed. Because it was the truest thing he had ever said without trying to be funny. And Rasheed being serious was somehow the most moving thing he could have done. Friendship at its best is not one thing. It is everyone bringing what only they can bring. And it always being exactly enough.

How lucky we are to experience boring, ordinary, uneventful days. Somewhere in the world, that kind of safety is unimaginable.

Get married to someone who will always prioritise you above themselves, Someone who will be kind to you no matter how angry they are, Someone who will hold your hands and go through your turbulent times with you, Someone who won't make a decision without consulting you.