Jessica O.

If you’re ambitious I’d highly recommend working in an organization or a team where people have your similar sense of urgency or you will slowly go insane

You can be available, supportive, consistent…and still be the least valued person in someone’s life.

March in Canada is really just a different season every day

Almost every woman I know personally has been sexually assaulted at some point in their lives. You can't think it's okay to shut people up from speaking up about assault because some people lie. If you lie, you should face consequences - but that's not the conversation I'm having. Nor is it one I'm interested in having. How many of your male friends have they lied against? How many of your friends have actually assaulted women as vibes?? Women are terrified to go out. Women in their homes are not safe either. Ask your sisters. Ask your female friends and your girlfriends. Ask your wives. We're not all crazy. STOP RAPING WOMEN!!

Saving money is a flex. Being debt-free is a flex. Financial freedom is the goal!

DON'T ever OVERSHARE just because someone is being NICE to you

"Every Tuesday at 3 PM, my mother calls the same wrong number. Has for six years. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?" Same response every time, "No Robert here. Wrong number." "Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you." Then she hangs up. Sets a reminder for next Tuesday. I thought it was dementia. Mom's 71. Maybe forgetting she'd already tried this number. "Mom, that's not Robert's number. You've called it 300 times. Why do you keep calling?" She looked at me strangely. "I know it's not Robert's number." "Then why" "Because someone answers." Turned out, the woman who answers is 83. Lives alone. Has severe social anxiety. Never leaves her apartment. No family. No friends. "Six years ago, I called your brother's old number by mistake," Mom explained. "Woman answered. We talked for two minutes. When I apologized for the wrong number, she said, 'Please call again anyway. Nobody calls me.'" "So you just... kept calling?" "Every Tuesday. We talk for exactly twelve minutes. About nothing. Weather. TV shows. Her cat. Then I say I have to go, and she says okay." "For six years?" "For six years." "Does she know you're calling on purpose?" "Of course. I'm not subtle. But we maintain the fiction. I 'accidentally' call. She 'happens' to answer. We pretend it's chance, not choice." "Why the pretend?" "Because accepting help is hard. Accepting a wrong number is easy." Mom's phone buzzed. Tuesday, 3 PM reminder. She dialed. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?" A pause. Then laughter. "No Robert here, Susan. But I'm here. How was your week?" I listened to them talk. About the weather. A TV show. The cat's vet appointment. Twelve minutes exactly. Then, "I should let you go." "Okay, Susan. Same time next week?" "Oh, I'm sure I'll accidentally dial this number again." More laughter. Goodbye. Mom hung up. Looked at me. "Her name is Dorothy. I've never met her. Don't know her last name. Don't know her address. Just her voice every Tuesday for twelve minutes." "What if you stop calling?" "Then she stops having Tuesdays." Mom died last year. Suddenly. Heart attack. I found Dorothy's number in her phone. Called it. "Hello?" "Hi. My name is Sarah. I'm Susan's daughter. I think... I think you were expecting her call today." Silence. Then crying. "She's gone, isn't she?" "Yes. I'm so sorry." "Can I ask you something? Did she ever tell you why she really called?" "She said you needed someone to call." "That's what she told you. But I'm calling to tell you why I answered. Because your mother's voice on Tuesdays was the only thing that kept me alive. I had the pills ready four times. Four different Tuesdays. And every time, at 3 PM, she called. And I couldn't do it after hearing her voice." I've been calling Dorothy every Tuesday for nine months now. Same time. Same "wrong number" fiction. Because my mother taught me, sometimes the most important call you make is to the wrong person. On purpose. Every Tuesday. For as long as someone answers." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . AI image is for Demonstration purpose only. . Credit: Grace Jenkins

A cheat code to adulting is to always have something to look forward to, no matter how big or small

Overextending yourself doesn’t make people appreciate you more.

A 26-year-old NYSC member exposed an alleged police organ-harvesting ring in Anambra. For that, he was hunted, arrested, tortured, and abandoned. Despite the exposé being published, none of the accused officers were suspended or charged, and the investigation panel’s findings were never released (at least none that I could find). So nothing happened to the officers involved. In fact, this did not stop some of their promotions. Meanwhile, a young man is languishing in prison for the “crime” of telling the truth. He won a global whistleblowing prize. From prison. Where he has sat for almost 3 years, even after a court ordered his release. And while this was happening, the same country have spent more time analysing 2Baba’s marriage to Natasha as if it were a national referendum. If this thread doesn’t make you angry, nothing will. 🧵 Click here for the full story I compiled. Follow the thread for a quick breakdown: queenetwrites.medium.com/nigeria-is-sit…

Dawg I just want to be enjoying myself

I was in the grocery store today and the man in front of me… his card kept declining. He had two kids with him and they were slowly putting their items back one by one. He kept whispering, “Daddy’s trying. I’m sorry.” Then the lady behind me tapped him and said, “Put everything back in the cart. All of it. Kids shouldn’t feel their parent’s stress.” She paid the whole bill and walked off like it was nothing—no bragging, no camera, no attention. Just pure humanity. People like that still exist and they deserve every blessing coming their way.

In the last 72hours alone: A whole brigadier general was slaughtered like a chicken, nothing happened to the service chiefs. A girls school in Kebbi was attacked with a vice principal killed and 25girls kidnapped till now, nothing happened to the service chiefs. A church in Kwara was attacked with the video live-streamed and a pastor was abducted, 3 church members murdered and many more church members kidnapped, nothing happened to the service chiefs. A military convoy was ambushed and 4 soldiers were murdered, nothing happened to the service chiefs. BUT THERE WAS NEWS OF A COUP, And immediately all of the service chiefs were removed and replaced. Because to the chief parasite in Aso Rock, keeping his seat in power is far more important than keeping Nigerians (who voted him) safe and secure. Just incase you don’t know it yet: Your life is totally meaningless, worthless and valueless to the heartless locusts who are currently leading Nigeria today.

In the near future, your Tesla will drop you off at the store entrance and then go find a parking spot. When you’re ready to exit the store, just tap Summon on your phone and the car will come to you.

& September 1st I’m starting a new life 🤗

@OsasOkonyon Congratulations!!! 🎊

Everybody!!!! Tell me congratulationsssssss!!!!!!!! 🥹😭😭😭😭

This is an open call to the current Minister of Education, Dr Tunji Alausa. I am writing this to let you know sir that the VC of the university of Calabar has told over 300 students of dentistry to leave the university. Some of these students are now planning to kill themselves and commit suicide. As a responsible public servant, And as a medical doctor yourself sir, Please kindly intervene and save this situation. Please do NOT allow this injustice to happen. Please help me retweet this and share it everywhere until the Minister of Education sees this and responds. If you are a student of UniCAL, If you are aware of this story, pls lend your voice under this tweet. Pls share your pains and your story here for the minister to see it. DO NOT KEEP QUIET. Evil injustice thrives when everybody keeps silent. I appeal to every member of the public: Let us all lend our voices and help these students. It will only take you a second to share and retweet this everywhere. #SurvivingDentistryInUNICAL

i really dislike bad manners. why do grown adults find it hard to say please, thank you, and excuse me? you literally get taught all these as a child

“The secret to chopping onions without crying is to not get emotionally attached.” 🤭