Fine Girl Yinka😊
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Fine Girl Yinka😊
@kairosbabe
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I am a black woman and I WILL be an anesthesiologist

So I went to Maryland today. To get back to Iyana Oworo, I have to get to Ojota under bridge then climb up to the road going to Iyana Oworo. In that very hot sun, no bus. Stood like 30mins before I saw a Corolla coming. I entered said Berger Oworo, Driver say #500, no problem I entered. The passengers I met was a woman(very fair but turning pink) and a man in front with the driver. We got to Total bustop the lady’s supposed bustop and this happened. Lady: I get load for back o Driver: Ah didn’t you hear when some ladies came down earlier and were asking who owns the bag? I have dropped it off , take your money let me take you to the next bustop and take a bus back. Lady: Ah that bag, clothes and money is inside. I’ve been traveling since yesterday from Cotonou, my boss died and his wife pursued us. Some took gold, some carried cars but I carried money and clothes which is inside the bag. Me, I just penego for my corner Dey add up the stories. Then we started going and the driver started interrogating the lady. Driver: I saw the bag and saw the money but I won’t give it to her I’ll take her to police station so she would go and explain herself. Lady: Oga why nau The other guy : Driver just follow her talk and let her say how much she would settle you Abi brother ( me) what do you think? Driver: Brother(me) help me follow am talk for Yoruba say she go gimme something. I told the woman (I think They tested me if I could speak) Lady: I will give him 300 dollars what is in the bag is 1.3million dollars Driver; You one give me #50,000? No madam Me: Oga that’s almost 500k. Driver: Madam you have to settle everyone in the car. The lady: No oo, you’ll settle them. Me: Oga driver drop the lady and let her go, if you want to collect money from her collect but abeg drop her, give her the load and let’s leave here, I am not interested in the money. I don’t know what then happened the driver just parked and said Everybody to come down. As I was dropping, I knew I entered a wrong car. I looked into the lady’s eyes, it was evil. As I was dropping she wanted to drag my bag, I hit her with a big blow then the driver zoomed off with them. I just started shaking and laughing. Maybe if I was interested they would have carried me to a bush to “share the money” and it would have been the end. Please stay safe out there.





One of the dangerous things about our society now is that people who see you and to them you appear to be doing well, somehow resolve that you have to be into fraud. Random, unexpected message from the guy that painted my house. It’s extremely worrisome.



Growing up, he was one of the most steady men I knew; disciplined, and firm. Yet every evening, myself and my siblings looked forward to his return. Almost every night, he came home with akara; Bean Cake always making sure there were extra crumbs because he knew we loved them even more than the main thing. Even when I was sleepy, I would ask my younger sibling to wake me up once Daddy arrived. Missing that moment was never an option. It became our quiet ritual. From him, I learned strength without cruelty. I learned resilience, and what it truly means to hold on to God with quiet, dogged faith. I saw this most clearly during one of his lowest seasons; months in the hospital, when everything felt uncertain. In that place of waiting and vulnerability, his faith remained steady and unshaken. Watching him trust God completely shaped me more than words ever could. I remember when I wrote the toughest exam of my life during my master’s program. While still inside the exam hall, I told myself I would be coming back to write it again the following year, it was just too hard. When I stepped out, I called my dad in tears, telling him that I thought I might have an extra year because the exam I just wrote was hard. He calmly told me to wipe my tears and not be bothered. He reminded me that I already had my first degree, and that it was normal not to find every course easy. In that moment, I felt relieved. I felt reassured. I felt supported. When my mum went to be with the Lord in 2020, everything changed. I knew I could never fill the space she left behind, but I wanted my dad to know he wasn’t alone. No matter how busy the day was, I called him every single day consistently, without fail for over three years. Not to replace what was lost, but to remind him that love was still present. Thank you for fathering me in the way of the Lord. You will live long in sound health to hand me over to my husband in Jesus' name; Amen Happy Birthday, Baami🤍 #themotunglobal

Hmmm Sadly , I am struggling to fault this . Sad.


















