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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...