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Ènìyàn bí àparò lọmọ aráyé fẹ́ – It's someone like the patridge that the world prefers. (People prefer others to appear inferior to them.) Many people like being around someone who looks poor or unsuccessful because it makes them feel better about themselves.

@the_beardedsina You can watch BBC's documentary on it: youtu.be/r62xSGw3kcI?si…

When you hear women that give testimonies in Church saying I was pregnant for 4 years and now have a Baby, this is where they get their babies from. When you hear "cryptic pregnancy" these factories are their baby suppliers.

“do you lift?” yes. my eyes to Heaven and my burdens to the Lord.

Politicians are not celebrities. They are public servants and they’ve forgotten their place.

𝘋𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘴𝘬𝘺: “𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘬𝘢: “𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.”

First Class (Hons), Second Best Graduating Student, Department of Physiotherapy, University of Benin. 😍

@Daisyyyy_x Congratulations 🎉

"Once you enter Business class, you no go fly economy again." "Once you fly first class, you no go fly Business again." "Once you fly private, you no go enter commercial again." That is like saying nce you enter uber, you won't enter bus again or once you buy a car, you won't use uber again. Experience is not standard. You can give yourself a good experience without deluding yourself that it is your current standard. Don't use pressure to run yourself into brokeness and depression.

Oxford English Dictionary has added it 🧍🏾‍♀️

Men that love breast, may your wallet stay pregnant forever 🤲

My flatmate Chuka fell in love with a Scottish woman who thought jollof rice was a person. He met her at a house party in Leith where he had brought a pot of the rice as his contribution, the way he did at every gathering, because he believed food was the only reliable currency. Her name was Isla. She walked into the kitchen, looked at the pot, and asked who Jollof was and why everyone kept saying his name with such reverence. Chuka stared at her for a full 5 seconds. Then he laughed so hard he had to brace himself against the counter. She did not laugh. She was genuinely confused and slightly embarrassed and the combination made him fall for her instantly. He explained that jollof was not a person but a dish, a legendary one, one that had ended friendships and started wars across West Africa. She asked if it was spicy. He said it was a feeling more than a flavour. She said that was the most ridiculous description of food she had ever heard. She tried a spoonful. Her face went through 5 distinct stages of panic. She drank an entire glass of water. Then she asked for more. They married 2 years later in a small ceremony at the historic vaults beneath the South Bridge. Isla's family wore tartan. Chuka's family wore agbada. The caterer served jollof and haggis as a combined course. Isla's grandmother, a tiny woman from the Highlands, asked Chuka what the orange rice was. Chuka said it was jollof. She squinted at it. Then she said to Isla, loud enough for the whole room, This is better than the potato scones at your cousin's wedding. Don't tell your aunt. Isla told her aunt anyway. Chuka now cooks jollof every Sunday and Isla has learned to say more pepper in Igbo. Her accent is terrible. He corrects her every time. The argument is the ritual. The ritual is the marriage. Love begins with a ridiculous question and a second helping.

Meet Joy Olaitan, the Nigerian medical student who tells stories in a creative and distinct way. 👏🏽 📸: @Ravanjie

Lecturer: What's the last organ of the body to die? Me: The pupils because they dilate

This was taught by a medicine faculty member and later was shown in the Good Doctor series. So, it happened in Madras Medical College. A man, 43 years of age and newly married, was a chronic drinker for the past 10 years and has now developed chronic liver failure. The liver is an organ of detoxification of medications. So, if you provide a liver failure patient With medicine, it will worsen his disease even more. So, the only resort left was… a LIVER TRANSPLANT. In the country, there is a huge line of recipients and a few donors, so the line is longggggggggg. One has to stay clean for at least 6 months. That means "alcohol no touchy touchy." He was also advised to do the same. Fair enough, right? So he came back after 6 months…. His blood was checked for the level of alcohol. POSITIVE. The doctors got furious and scolded his wife to take him home. "There are many patients in the country who genuinely want a liver, and I'm not going to waste a precious organ on someone who can't stay sober for even 6 months." These were his exact words. But the wife insisted that he didn't even touch alcohol for these 6 months. He insisted too. "Sir, I'm a Bhakt of Mahadev, and I will never lie in his name... Sir, I have not touched alcohol, trust me." But you know how some doctors are. They rely on just evidence. They refused. She insisted. They refused. She insisted. They refused again. She insisted again. Now, someone has to give up, right? "His condition is not good; we will keep him in observation for some days." So they admitted him. The next day, his alcohol levels were checked again. Still high. Next day. Still high. Next day. Higher. Now, if you were ever admitted to a hospital, you would know that alcohol isn't allowed there. Even the doctors were confused. What the hell is happening? How is he getting alcohol daily? The housekeeping staff was called and asked; CCTV footage was seen, and security was interrogated. All in haste. The senior doctor smelled something fishy. He ran some tests; one of them was "fungal culture of gastric aspirate." Voila. Rarest of rare cases. AUTO BREWERY SYNDROME. All were amazed, and the doctors finally got their answer. What is it? Well, as the name suggests, it is a condition where the stomach ferments alcohol itself from starch-based products. Generally, people suffering from auto-brewery syndrome have a history of antibiotic abuse (see, that's why it is said to never overuse antibiotics). One of his patients took antibiotics for 23 days straight; he suffered from life-threatening diarrhea later. Anyways, the stomach contains a lot of fungus, mainly SACCHAROMYCES CREVESIAE, the fungus used to ferment beer and rum. The stomach contains plenty of those. And whenever you take a starch-based product, they convert it into alcohol. Thus, although you do not take alcohol from outside (exogenously), your body produces it itself (indigenously). Sadly, even after all the diagnosis, he still wasn't an eligible candidate for liver transplant. He died 2 months later of multiple organ dysfunction.

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Losing my pen cap is worse than losing the whole pen.

That dopamine spike you get from solving a difficult problem >>>

"You should have used a better plate" "I don't like pan plate" éshey ooo na plate wey my mama give me come school be that..eyin aesthetic geng.

When I was at uni my lecturer said "don't bother praying before the exams because I've prayed to the same God to intercept your prayers if you haven't studied hard" 😭😭

I wish all rapists, pedos and their enablers d!e.

I was 16 years old when this photo was taken. This was the first time I would “go out” with a male. It was a secondary school class mate My mum was aware Not only was she aware but we picked out my dress and did my hair together I told her that a boy wanted to take me out and she said “sure, go and sit and gist” This is how I was raised And I personally believe that this was the main reason why I grew up chaste and did not make dumb mistakes as a growing young woman Because my mum was my friend. She knew when to be a mother and when to be a big sis. When to be my bestie Every man that spoke to me , my mum knew I did not have have hide I did not have to pretend She told me I would like boys and that it was totally fine. But that it was like a plant I could nurse till it grows into something sinful, or I could quash it She told me about sex She told me outside marriage it wasn’t worth it and would just leave heartbroken and waste my time She told me EVERYTHING. You could not tell me anything new. We gisted about boys. She shared her own experiences growing up with me She trusted me enough to send me out to meet a boy and not do anything foolish and come back home. We grew up conservative but my mum made sure I made decisions by myself and understood the “why” behind the rules. She taught me about consequence She taught me about how that Gods way is always best You could not deceive me You could not lie to me and tell me rubbish Mumsy was always ten steps ahead The woman that I am today, I owe to my mother. I hope more mothers, especially Christian mothers understand how to tow this delicate line May God help us.