Her fear is justified. We've seen how horrible the standard of products coming out from the country is.
A friend was asking me if I still buy my powdered milk from African shop. She's so scared of buying so many things there cos of all these news of fake products coming out of Nigeria. Told her to try Farmfoods.
I can't blame her at all. It's just crazy to have to be worrying about something like this.🤦♀️🤦♀️
It hit me today that someday I'll be the reason my baby cries.
I got a painful call on one of those nights when I was trying to survive the newborn night shifts.
My aunt had just passed away 💔
In a single second, the room felt completely different.
I looked down at this fragile, tiny baby who only knows me as safety, comfort, and warmth.
And it struck me with a heavy, heartbreaking weight that one day, decades from now, I am going to make this baby cry the exact same way my aunt’s passing just made my family cry.
You spend every waking hour trying to protect them from sadness, knowing that your final act on this earth will inevitably cause them the deepest pain they’ve ever felt.
Hug your people a little tighter today. Life moves entirely too fast.
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🥦 Are you cooking your broccoli the right way?
Broccoli contains glucoraphanin, which can be converted into sulforaphane, a compound with antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties.
Here's a tip: Chop your broccoli, allow it to rest for 30–40 minutes, then lightly steam it.
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God bless the real mums
Woman Crush Wednesday: Lady Stella Jayeola @StellaJayeola
Today I pin another WCW — not the usual kind, but a woman who has shown what motherhood looks like in the trenches.
Earlier on, I wrote about my own mum. I was inspired to do so by the WCW post by @nwaebonyistate who asked who our WCW today is and I responded: My MUM.
Then, I proceeded to do a full blown tribute highlighting two of the key experiences that make my MUM my WCW.
@StellaJayeola saw it, replied warmly, and said she looks forward to her children doing one for her. I believe they will, and soon. But as mutuals here, and because she’s been consistently awesome, I’m doing one in advance for the woman who has raised her children through the real “shege” Nigerian mothers know too well.
She has shared the stories. One day her 3rd son wanted to learn to drive. He took the car, she was standing by the open driver’s door in her work clothes, he hit the throttle instead of the brake, the door knocked her down, and the car shot forward. Only a chamber by the gate stopped it. She got up dirty, shivering, unable to go to work, asking what she would have said in Heaven. The Sunday before, the same boy had asked her not to mention his name if she gave testimony in church so his friends wouldn’t laugh. She still gave the testimony. God saved her that day, and she still tells it with both the fear and the humour intact.
Another time her first son was schooling in Abuja. She gave him her ATM card to withdraw money for the trip back. He left with it. Debit alerts started coming. She boarded ABC Transport to Abuja, collected the card, found he had used the money for school fees and session payments, and came straight back to Port Harcourt. Years later that same son is working; she has even borrowed from him and he has never asked for it back. She asks, lightly, “Have your children show you shege promax before?” and still keeps going.
She has helped them through university (the first two at University of Abuja, the last graduating at 20), stepped in when a lawyer friend needed staff so her youngest could start earning, and keeps a faith that shows in the way she tells these near-misses and still ends on gratitude. She is the kind of mother who measures the cost in real time — fences repaired, trips made, money tracked, work clothes dirtied — and still chooses the children.
My earlier post for my own mother captured the same spirit: the woman who steps in when the market is hard, who sees further than the present, who does not throw the sacrifice in anyone’s face. Stella is cut from that cloth. Her children will write their own version one day. Until then, this is a small advance salute from a mutual who has watched her posts, replied under them, and recognised the same abiyamo tooto energy.
Lady SJ, thank you for the stories, the resilience, the humour after the scare, and the quiet consistency.
May your children repay you in the language of presence and gratitude, and may God continue to keep you for the better days you already expect.
My second WCW today.
Abiyamo tooto.
There has never been any woman quite like the mothers who stay.
@StellaJayeola
Some of y'all heard "rebuild yourself" and thought it meant cut everybody off.
The question to ask isn't "who should I cut off to rebuild?"
It's "who makes it harder to stay the new person I'm trying to be, even when I'm trying?"
