FRIDAY IN HOUSE NEWS

 Weekend hailings...

FRIDAY MEMO

How una dey nah...I hope that your day is going well? I have a very good suggestion for trolls, it is a perfect one.

Why dont you go to the handle of bandits and cultists to troll them?Please think about it....

Its been a really cold weak and today is really cold and we are told rain is on its way.....I am preparing things to make sauce for noodles and spaghetti....

I wish you all a rest of the day that is peaceful....

Did you know that peace of mind is priceless?IT IS!!!

See you inside in house news on Monday...I am thinking of topic for in house gists tomorrow...I dont mind some help with topics....You know i ask sometimes when i have writers block...hehehehhehehehehe:

Hmmm make una two settle naaaaaaa...I loved your love story and I am pissed that evil people penetrated it...make una settle abeg!..LOL

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INSIDE THE MIND OF A WOMAN GOING THROUGH MOTHERHOOD  

Few weeks ago, I was at a general hospital to get my kids dental procedure done and I was asked to make payments at the pharmacy for some drugs. This particular payment point is very close to the (NICU) Neonatal intensive care unit
I had been to this place several times and from where the payment is being made one can see the babies in the incubators through the windows. Seeing the babies make me emotional because I can imagine the stress the parents are going through, emotionally, physically and financially just to make sure their babies thrives and all .

This particular day as I was on the queue to pay I heard a baby crying and before one could say jack, almost all the babies were crying at once, I never expected to hear such loud and strong cries from the babies. A new-born cry or squeal sounds different it has a pitch to it that cannot be mistaken.
I panicked, my body went into a fight or flight mode and I chose flight because it took me back to when my babies were born, the panic felt when I woke up for the first time to my babies cries after they were born. I was shaking so bad that I had to leave there immediately, got some where to sit till I get better but couldn’t get myself to go back to that pharmacy.

I realised that I was scared and traumatised by my delivery experiences and the new-born phase and I was scared of ever going through that phase again. Few days after the incident, I wanted to get a potty for my princess who was being potty trained and as I stepped into the baby shop and the smell of the baby products hit me, I started panicking and shaking again.
The shop owner was so worried, I had to assure her that I would be fine and it was just my body reacting to the fear of the whole new born setup and smell in the shop and all. Got the potty and hurried out of the store.
I really didn’t know I was this scared and I am hoping I get over it soon.

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FROM THURSDAY CHRONICLE COMMENT SECTION

I try hard to keep the comment section clean and relevant....Imagine posting a chronicle inside another Chornicle and it takes away the attention..Or posting your chronicle inside where another convo is holding....I always say drop your chronicle anywher and i will pick it up....Maybe your Chronicle is coming up today...

Novexs, there is no way to communicate to you that i have picked up your chronicle or maybe it didnt post?
No vexs... No be only me like Amebo oh....

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TEACHER LIFE

Part 2 of the Children's Day drama.

Now, the school I work in is quite large.
The nursery and primary sections are in separate locations, although they are connected under the same management.
After the children left for the outing, those of us who remained behind were tasked with packaging the gifts.
We counted And counted again And counted one more time.
125 gift bags.
Exactly 125.......I know because I was there.
Some teachers suggested that once we finished packing, the gifts should be sent straight to the nursery section to avoid mixing them up with the primary school's items.
The HM said no.
Another teacher suggested we distribute the gifts cl
So we waited.
Eventually the buses returned.
The teachers looked exhausted.
The children looked exhausted.
Honestly, even the buses looked exhausted.
After everyone settled down, gift distribution started.
The HM stood with the pupil list.
Bus boarders first.
As each name was called, a gift was handed over and the child boarded the bus.
Next came the children whose parents were picking them up.
It was rowdy, but it was moving.
Then the crowd started thinning out.
And that was when I noticed something.
The number of gifts left was not matching the number of children still waiting.
I informed the HM.
She checked and then said: "We should look for it."
Look for what? Where? Inside whose pocket?
Soon, there were no gift bags left at all.
Yet children were still waiting to receive theirs.
At that point, confusion broke out.
The HM informed the proprietor.
Everybody was asking the same question "Where are the gifts?"
Now, I knew one thing for certain.
No child had received two gift bags.
I was standing there during distribution.
The gifts did not magically grow legs and walk away.
To solve the problem, four staff members were asked to surrender the gifts meant for their own children so the remaining pupils could go home with something.
Then the proprietor arrived And announced that we needed prayers against the spirit of stealing.
Apparently, 129 gifts had been purchased.
125 had been distribute
And there were four "extra" gifts available.
She then produced four gift bags.
Teachers started thanking her....Problem solved.
Except...Something wasn't sitting right with me Because I helped pack those gifts.
There were no extra gift bags.
None.
In fact, I clearly remember us joking while packing that if one more child had paid at the last minute, somebody would have needed to rush out and buy additional bags.
We packed everything......Everything.
And these four "extra" gift bags?
They were already packaged with goodies that had finished while we were packing. Which immediately raised a question in my mind.
If those items had run out...How exactly were these bags prepared?
A teacher was later instructed to go to the market and replace the four "missing" gifts.
Then on the Thursday she was to go, she was told not to bother anymore.
It wasn't a big deal.
Interesting.
So tell me why on Friday, during our resumption meeting, we were still being led in prayers against missing gifts?
At that point, I wasn't even confused anymore.
I was just standing there wondering if management thought we had all suddenly developed collective amnesia.
Because sometimes in schools, the funniest thing isn't the problem itself.
It's watching adults explain a problem that everybody already knows never happened.

Huh????? What happened here? Can someone please explain?The HM stole the gifts or what?

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NOTORIOUS FOR JESUS

Behind my house, there is this tarred road that people in the street use as a shortcut because it leads to the other street.

I was never comfortable with people passing through it because of exposure to unnecessary risks and it could attract thieves.

Whenever people attempted to use the road, If I was at home,I would come out and politely warned them that it is not a road, but trust human beings, most of them ignored and continued passing by.

Nothing serious happened for a long time until one Sunday morning, my family prepared for church as usual.

In our hurry to leave, we forgot our shoes outside the house.

We returned home later that day, and to our shock, all the shoes we had left outside were gone, including my children's.

Someone had stolen every pair.

We were surprised and terrified.

My kids were so traumatized because it confirmed the concerns we had expressed for years. My spouse and I realized that our property was more vulnerable than we had imagined.

We both agreed that something had to be done quickly. After considering our options, we decided to improve the security of our home.

We hired a carpenter and did a short wooden fence that covered that part of the building. That unpleasant experience has remained a lesson on the importance of security.

It also left me with a big phobia of never taking off my shoes whenever I visit anyone.

I watched a programme details theft and murders unsolved...and my mind examines everything and anything so this your story eh, if it was e and i come and shoes are missig, na concrte i go use block footpath......I had to stop watching that programme for my mental health...Here our Entry doors close themselbes after you open and go in...I watched where as the woman walked away and just before the door closed, thieves blocked it and went in with her, they stole all she had and ran...Since, i push the door to help it close faster...lol

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PREGNANCY REVEALS HOW DEEPLY PATRIARCHY HAS FAILED NIGERIAN WOMEN. 

Four pregnancies. Four beautiful children. Three in Nigeria and one abroad.

I was present throughout all four journeys. During the three pregnancies in Nigeria, I attended virtually every antenatal appointment with my wife. Every scan. Every test. Every check-up. I was there. 

I was also present at the hospital for the birth of all my children. In fact, all four babies were handed to me almost immediately after their mother carried them after delivery. But that is not even where I am going with this.

During those antenatal visits in Nigeria, I would see countless pregnant women looking exhausted, hungry, stressed and worn out. Some would arrive with babies less than a year old strapped to their backs while carrying another pregnancy. And almost every single time, I would be the only man there supporting his wife. 

The only man.

Every time we got home, I would ask my wife the same question "Where are the husbands of these women? Is this really how women are treated in the hands of this God-forsaken men?" 

I was born and bred in Nigeria, nobody teaches all this things. I read and learnt it myself and I understand the fact that a woman should never go through pregnancy alone.

Then I moved abroad. And my eyes opened even wider. During my wife's last pregnancy, despite working full-time, I never missed a single hospital appointment. Not one. And whenever we arrived, the waiting rooms were full of husbands supporting their wives. Men taking notes. Men asking questions. Men carrying bags. Men holding hands. Men showing up. That was when I realized something. 

Maybe I was not the normal one in Nigeria. Maybe that was why I always looked odd. Because what I was doing abroad was normal. What I was doing in Nigeria was treated like I was doing something extraordinary.

That was when I truly understood how deeply patriarchy has damaged Nigerian men and, by extension, their wives.

Nigerian men, stop this nonsense. Pregnancy was created by both of you. You may never fully understand what these women are going through physically, emotionally and mentally, but the least you can do is support them with your presence. And please, don't ever compare pregnancy to you going to work.

After everything pregnancy does to a woman's body, some of you still call women fat. Some of you still call women lazy. Some of you still call women cranky. Some of you still complain about stretch marks. Haaa. 

 Every time I looked at my wife during those final months, I was genuinely afraid for her. The physical sacrifice alone was enormous. The discomfort. The sleepless nights. The body changes. The risks.:......

Men, respect these women. Give them their flowers every single day. They deserve far more than a simple thank you. And as for me, I still tell my wife thank you. Thank you for risking your life four different times for our family. Thank you for carrying our children. Thank you for enduring what I could never endure. Thank you for doing something that neither I, my father, my grandfather nor any man who will ever live can do.

African men wake up from your slumber. Women deserve more than gratitude. 

They deserve respect. 

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I loved reading this cos every word spoken is the truth.....When i was preggy and used to go for those antenal classes, you would see all the husbands attending and i noted the way they paid attention to details....I never saw another dark skinned woman in any of the clsses i attended.....if you are a Nigerian man reading, please make sure you support your wife all through the months of pregnancy and walk into the labour room with her, it will change your life forever

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