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Disclaimer: This article is for educational purposes only. It is not a substitute for professional medical advice. Please see a healthcare professional for diagnosis and treatment. I was having a gist with my brother about the numbness he kept feeling in his leg. At first, I thought maybe he had just been sitting down for too long. But then something caught my attention. During our conversation, he got up to use the guest toilet three times. And the numbness in his leg still didn’t go away. Mind you, my brother is in his mid-20s. So it definitely wasn’t an "old age" thing. Later, I went to use the same guest toilet and noticed he had forgotten to flush. But what really caught my attention were the ants that had gathered around the urine on the floor. I immediately told him to go for a blood test because he didn’t realize these could be early signs of diabetes. That day made me realize how many of us miss the warning signs of diabetes until it’s too late. If you’re...

Trigger Warning: This post discusses domestic abuse, coercive control, and safety planning. If you are in immediate danger, please contact your local emergency number or a domestic violence hotline. Normally, when we talk about domestics violence, the victims are women and the abusers are mostly men. But abuse doesn’t have a gender. Let me share a story that happened just a week ago. A man named Peter was dating a woman. She moved into his single-room apartment on her own, without him ever having lived with a girlfriend before. To many guys, it sounds like a dream — someone to cook, clean, and always be there. But for Peter, it became a nightmare. She started every argument. She withheld his phone to make sure he wasn’t talking to anyone else. When he talked back, it turned physical. He wasn’t the type to hit a woman. She was the one hitting him. After some months, Peter decided to leave. He moved out and left the apartment for her to end the relationship. But she didn’t le...

There’s a lady who lives in my yard that most of the men disliked. According to them, she was a " hard-headed woman" who " didn't know how to please a man " and " would end up alone."   But recently she gave birth. And my neighbor was gist-ing me about her. But there was one thing he said that made me look at him eerily.   He said: " She is a feminist but gave birth to a boy, since she hates men then why didn't she give birth to a girl?" Before now, I didn't understand why he disliked her. Until now – Because she is a feminist. And to him, a feminist is someone who hates the slightest glimpse of men. I’ve heard this many times before. I’ve been called a " man hater " by uneducated people just because I knew my rights. Yes, I am a feminist too. And that’s why I’m writing this — to clear the confusion. If you’ve ever wanted to be a feminist but you’re scared people will see you as a bitter woman, don’t be scared. ...

Back in the hostel while I was in school, my roommates and I weren’t close in the beginning. Everyone was doing their own thing.  But as the semester was drawing to an end, we started going out together. Eating together. Complaining about lecturers together. Completing each other’s sentences.  And then something surprising happened. Our periods started syncing.  One week, 3 of us were on our period at the same time. Cramps, chocolate cravings, and mood swings in one room. We thought we were cursed. That’s when I started wondering: is this real? Or is my body just playing games with me? Remember health class?  They taught us the basics. Pads vs tampons. Cramps mean "take Panadol." Don’t swim. Don’t drink cold water. Don’t get pregnant.  But nobody told us about the weird stuff. The stuff that makes you stare at your body like, "wait... my body does THAT??" Nobody warned me that my period could feel like a group project with my roommate. Or that I coul...

I went to fix my laptop a day ago and the laptop repairman was complaining to me. He said: "I have worked for 15 years in a company as a computer science graduate and I couldn't even buy a car for myself." He sounded very bitter, but I understood his situation. For 15 years of his life he had been working for money and not making money work for him. It’s not bad to work for money, but only for experience — not forever. While working for someone else, create your own plan to make money work for you. That conversation hit me hard. Because millions of people around the world are in the same cycle. Robert Kiyosaki said it best in Rich Dad Poor Dad: > "The poor and the middle-class work for money. The rich have money work for them." In 2026, if you’re still trading all your time for money, you’ll stay stuck. Today I’ll show you how to flip it. THE PROBLEM: YOU ARE WORKING FOR MONEY Most of us were taught one thing growing up: " Go to school, get g...

Although my Dad had worked for big companies that gave him a big paycheck and outside benefits, I believe he regretted not starting a business in his youth. Even if he had wanted to start a business, he had no idea which business to invest in or how to go about it. My father was a brilliant man full of wisdom. And it was in his retirement years that he finally understood something: his wisdom could be sold to others. His knowledge could be bought. So he wrote books to tell others what he had discovered. He started a soap company of his own. He began tutoring people on the same skills he had been rendering to the companies he worked for. He created his own fortune by selling a solution to a problem. Business isn’t about having a shop. Business isn’t just about buying and selling.  If it solves a problem, it’s business. Robert Kiyosaki said it best in Rich Dad Poor Dad > "The rich focus on their asset columns while everyone else focuses on their income statements . ...

I met the girl during the time I was looking for admission. We became friends and the fact that we were living in the same street made us more close. But after I got into school I didn’t hear from her for a while.  Later on, I was making plans to rent an apartment and that was the period I got in touch with her again. To be frank, she was nice, friendly and I was eager to get a roommate and a nice place.  After some days of house hunting we managed to settle into an affordable place near school. And that was when her mask fell off. I found myself counting each day until the day our rent would expire. Why?  Because she was an expert at gaslighting and manipulating. She was always giving herself compliments of how brilliant or beautiful she was. And anytime something spoilt or went wrong, I would be blamed. The bulb blew? My fault.   The water bill was high? I was wasting water. She forgot her keys? I should have reminded her. I thought maybe I was the...

While growing up, many times when I was learning how to cook, if the food had less salt or more water than usual, my mother would say, " You're a girl oh and your not learning" It was a simple statement, but it carried an ugly meaning. I would ask myself, “If I were a boy, would the statement be the same? I'm a girl, so what?” I grew up in a home where the women will come back from work, clean and cook, while the men will come back, watch TV, press their phone and wait for the women to serve food. What about mothers who have only sons? Does that mean she does all the work alone? What about married women with time-consuming jobs? Does that mean their husbands leave all the housework for them? what about pregnant wives does that mean their husbands during that crucial period they still have to take care of the house? For years, cooking, cleaning, and washing were labeled as " women's work " in many Nigerian homes. But the world has changed.  If...

Disclaimer This article is for educational purposes only. It is not medical advice. If you have symptoms or concerns, please speak with a healthcare professional. If you grew up in Nigeria, you’ve probably heard it at least once: "Don’t swallow guava seeds o, it will cause appendicitis."   I believed it too. Every time I ate guava, I’d sit there picking out every tiny seed with my teeth, scared that one missed seed would land me in the hospital. But here’s the question: Is it true? Do guava seeds actually cause appendicitis? Honestly, No Guava seeds do not cause appendicitis.  In this post, we’ll break down where this myth came from, what science actually says, what really causes appendicitis, and how you can keep enjoying guava and other fruits without fear. If you’ve been worried about seeds, corn, or nuts, this is the truth you need to know. 1 . The Guava Seed Myth: Where Did It Come From? Let’s be honest. This myth has been passed down for generations. Our...

My friend studied Fishery in a federal university. 4 years, Project, Defense, Certificate.  5 years later, he still can’t get a job in fishery. No company is hiring. The farms want "experience."  So what did he do? He’s paying even MORE money to go back and do PhD. Why? So he can teach other people Fishery in the same school. In his case, school looks exactly like a pyramid scheme. Pay money → Get degree → Teach others to pay money → And the cycle continues. I’ve heard it 100 times:   "Education is a pyramid scheme. You go to school, spend millions, graduate, and there’s no job." And honestly? I get the frustration.  I have a friend with a First Class in Biochemistry who is currently doing POS business .  I have a cousin who learned video editing from YouTube in 3 months and is now earning more than our lecturer.  I have spent 5 years in uni, collected certificate, and my first "job" was applying for 200 jobs with no reply. So it feels like...

My niece just turned 2 years old and last weekend, my mom was talking about shaving her hair.   The reason? " She has come of age, and her hair is getting harder to comb.” My mom proposed that shaving her hair now would make it grow back thick.   And it made me wonder... how?   What if the hair doesn’t grow thick?   My niece basically has virgin hair right now because we haven’t started using artificial products to soften it. So why rush to shave it? That one conversation sent me down a rabbit hole. Because it wasn’t just about hair. It was about how we learn, what we believe, and who we trust for answers now.   For generations, Nigerian children didn’t learn about life from Google or YouTube. They learned from grandparents under the moonlight, from parents at the dinner table, and from community elders during gatherings.   Stories, warnings, and advice passed down through oral tradition shaped how young people unde...