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Mama Oluebube | Lab Technician

20/10/2025

I created this video in 2020 when that tragic event occurred. Watching it again brings those memories back to life. All I can say is… may Nigeria never happen to you.
We won't forget! ✊

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17/10/2025
17/10/2025

When I was pregnant with Oluebube, I used to pray she’d look like her daddy. I don’t even know why... maybe because I’m obsessed with that man’s fine face.

And guess what? My prayers worked! Because this girl came out looking like her father’s photocopy.

But every time someone sees her, they’ll still say,
“She looks like your husband!”

In my mind I’m like, “Who she wan look like before? The neighbor?” 😅

But wait oo… have you noticed that most first daughters always look like their dads? Like they just copy everything! The nose, the eyes, even the charm!

📸 PS: Oluebube at 3 months

14/10/2025

The way people treat you when you’re pregnant or holding a baby will shock you... both in the sweetest and most unbelievable ways.

When I got pregnant with Oluebube, and my bump started showing, something beautiful began to happen.

Everywhere I went... church, the park, commercial buses... help just found me.
Strangers would literally go out of their way to make things easier for me.
Someone would rush to help me alight from a bus. Another person would insist on carrying even my light bag.
Some would make sure I was seated properly, with the kind of concern that felt both genuine and heartwarming.

It made me wonder... is this really how society treats pregnant women and nursing mothers?
I won’t lie, I enjoyed the attention.
Because the truth is, motherhood can be overwhelming, and those little gestures mean more than words can express.

But one day, I had an experience that made me pause and think, “Has the world changed?” 😂

That day, I went for CDs. Unfortunately, I got there a bit late.
With my baby in my arms, I hurried to where the plastic chairs were stacked, hoping to grab one before the session began.

Just one chair was left.

As I carefully tried to maneuver my way... balancing my baby in one hand and trying not to trip... this young guy, who clearly saw what I was doing, suddenly rushed past me and snatched the chair.

I froze.

I just stood there, speechless.
Because, honestly, who does that?
You could literally see I was carrying a baby, struggling to reach the chair... and you still decided to take it?

I wasn’t in the mood for drama. So I quietly stepped aside and joined others who were standing.

A few minutes later, another young man... around the same age... stood up, tapped me gently, and said,
“Please, ma, sit down.”

He offered me his chair and walked away to stand.

That moment? I nearly cried.

Not because of the chair itself, but because of the contrast.
Two young men, same environment, same situation... yet two entirely different hearts.

And as I prepared for CDs this morning, I remembered that day vividly.
It reminded me that you can tell so much about a person by how they treat people who can’t repay them.

One saw a mother struggling and chose selfishness.
The other saw the same mother and chose compassion.

The difference?
Upbringing. Values. Character.

The first guy... that’s the kind of person who’ll ignore his pregnant wife when she needs help because he’s “tired.”
The second one? He’s the kind who’ll hold her hand through labor and still thank her afterwards for bringing life into the world.

You don’t need to be rich to show kindness.
You just need to have a heart that sees people.

So today, if you ever have the chance to choose...
Be the one who gives up a chair, not the one who grabs it first.
Because the world already has too many of the latter. 💛

I wrote this piece back in 2019, yet every word still speaks volumes today. 💖It’s a reminder that the girl-child is not ...
11/10/2025

I wrote this piece back in 2019, yet every word still speaks volumes today. 💖
It’s a reminder that the girl-child is not a mistake, not a burden, and definitely not less.
She’s UNscripted. UNstoppable. Unapologetically powerful.

Today, I celebrate every girl breaking stereotypes, finding her voice, and rewriting her story. 🌍✨

UNscripted And UNstoppable

"If only this one would turn out to be a boy, my father's name wouldn't end with me"

"And have my assets willed to my brother? Hell no!"

"I have never thought of a second wife, but I've got no option than to take that into consideration. Time's no longer on my side Mama"

"Ah mama! We're trying. _O kwa nu chukwu n'enye nwa_ (It is God that gives Children)

"He's not spoken to me since we came back from the ultrasound. His demeanor is so irate"

"My dear, I feel his affection no more"

"He offers no help since he got to know the s*x of the child"

"I'd rather have the womb shut o!"

"Nke m a ga dizi iche?_ (will my own be different?). Mama Nkechi has offered to take me to a very potent herbalist. I believe this time around, it would be a male child"

And so the lamentation, agony and need for a male-child goes on and on and on. Such can be heard and seen in a typical African home where there are girl-child lined up, but no man to carry on the father's name and legacy (as always been percieved).
The girl-child is believed to be married off to some man later in adulthood, and in some ethnic groups, as a child or teenager.
So if there's no male child, the father's name dies with him. And so the quest and for a male child continues in such homes. Often times, causing disharmony and cutting of ties with the extended family, who supposedly mounts pressure on the couple for the need of a male-child. Husband becomes unaffectionate towards wife and never comes in handy in anyway even up to the 9th month of the wife's pregnancy. Wife feels incomplete and probably blames her late grandmother or her "village people" for her supposed predicament.

And so the girls are "under-cared" for, potentials undermined, and projected to the society as Unwanted and gradually by gradually, it takes a deep toll on them, low self-esteem sets in, it's man's world becomes the propellant towards letting go of their dreams and aspirations. Dreaming big becomes a taboo, cos where can such dreams be expressed? Whatever anyone says goes, "let's just do it your own way", she says, just to back out from an argument she most probably has got more grounds on. So intimidated.
"Yes" becomes a mantra to even things and situations that may put her under duress. Easily bullied. The Girl-child. Stopped in a minute, wooed in a sec by every Dick and Harry, seemingly because there was no father's love.
"He loves me", so says even when a punching bag's been made out of her. She rather stay and endure those batteries and abuses, just to be called beautiful or be given a token after an hour or two behind closed doors. And so she sells herself short.

The Girl-child...Sometimes denied of a formal education and implored to learn more of house-keeping as there is no other place for her other than the kitchen and "the other room". In situations where funds for upkeep ain't available no more, they are sent out to the "rich people" homes as house helps, and if they are unlucky enough, to the inhumane ones who confines them to an old-rickety part of the house for spilling a cup of water or starved for a few more days for attempting to eat the dog's food, out of hunger.

A lot becomes of the Girl-child. Some are married off to older men who are deemed fit by the parents to cater for their immediate needs and what becomes of their daughters, is nothing to concern themselves with. In the supposed husband's home, I can not begin to encapsulate the next phase of their lives. Traumas of different sort never erodes them. They become an embodiment of "Self-destruction"...bitter towards the society and of what becomes her offsprings?

How many parents would really sit and watch all these become of their girl-child? But then, they are sent out with warm hugs to their dooms in such a whirlwind of ignorance, negligence, personal needs, societal-pressures and stereoptypic mindsets, that they lose sight of the number one ingredient for a good home and Nation. It is not a cliché when it's being said "Train a boy, you train a family, but a woman, you train a Nation".
Time has come for the relevance of the girl-child to a dying world not to be undermined no more and be acknowledged as the key to sustainable development. The girl-child is human just as the male-child. They are embodiment of generations yet unknown. There's no need doubting the fact that the problems and vices encountered in our present world, have it's origin from the Family.

Yes, environmental factors may play one or two roles, but if the girl-child is well nurtured, taught the very essence of humanity, whatever the society they may find themselves in, throws at them, they return it like Serena! They take charge of their world and visualize themselves killing it at every step of the way.
Dreams wouldn't just turn into nightmares, but achievable ones.
Negative cultural practices that sells the girl-child short, when taken into consideration can be changed by working on the mindsets of both parents and girls through enlightenment programs.

Parents would take it upon themselves to make sure that the first sense of self-esteem their girl-child felt, comes from them. How would they believe or know if no one at home believes or tells them?
This is the period where the child's malleable, builds and develops her personality and character. I call it the "Critical Period", because shemodels her behavior through observation, repetition and imitations.

Parents and the society at large should be wary as to what they are fed with. Those are the factors that shapes her mindset and builds her self-esteem. If only the parents calls her beautiful. If only she believes she's beautiful. She wouldn't lay her guards down at the mere mention of _"you're beautiful"_, by wolves in sheep clothing, but take it as a compliment and as such, she wouldn't sound sarcastic when she responds with, "I know" or "So I've heard".

They should be thought that they are worthy of love.
Gender based violence should be appropriately dealt with.
Stereotypic impediments should be cleaved.
Environments where a safe and healthy childhood can be actualized should be created, not just by the government but the society.

The Girl-child is worthy of love
She's got right to a desired future
She's got a say as to how her life turns out
She's no dumping ground for ills and vices evolving her environment
She's not amoral
The Girl-child is Unscripted
She's Unstoppable
She's a fighter
A Home maker
A Nation builder
A Peacemaker
Her proceeds are immeasurable and the glory she brings, Divine.
She's fully aware of her rights and succumbs not to the dictates of unreasonable men.
She's devised a mischief detector tech...
Mounted them in different parts of her body.
She sees mischief, hears mischief, smells mischief, tastes mischief, feels mischief...for who they are
So, Mr Mischief, when next you try to be mischievous on the girl-child, beware of laser beams. They cut likes of you open!
The Girl-child...Unscripted and Unstoppable!




At first, I thought it was just another routine day at the lab... until one woman’s words stopped me cold. 😔A woman came...
11/10/2025

At first, I thought it was just another routine day at the lab... until one woman’s words stopped me cold. 😔

A woman came in today to collect her lab result. Unfortunately, it wasn’t ready yet... she came earlier than the date we gave her.

But what happened next left me speechless.

She looked at us and said, “Please, I can’t go back without it. My husband won’t believe I actually came. Can you call him and explain?”

In that moment, my heart sank. Because it wasn’t about the result anymore... it was about fear.

Fear of being questioned. Fear of being doubted. Fear of being punished for something as innocent as following instructions.

No woman deserves to live that way.

Love is not about monitoring movements or demanding proof. It’s about trust... peace of mind, not panic. When a relationship starts to feel like surveillance, something has gone terribly wrong.

May we never have to live in fear of the person we call “partner.” May our homes be filled with trust, freedom, and mutual respect. 🙏🏽

If only God answered prayers like He does in movies…You know that moment when the main character cries, and boom... mira...
08/10/2025

If only God answered prayers like He does in movies…
You know that moment when the main character cries, and boom... miracle happens?
Yeah, in real life, it’s more like: pray, wait, cry, repeat.
But God’s timing? Never late. Just not scripted like Nollywood.

Zii is 8 months today! 🥹🤭🫶🏻Creating, Cherishing and Saving these moments with my baby girl... Looking at how big she's n...
08/10/2025

Zii is 8 months today! 🥹🤭🫶🏻
Creating, Cherishing and Saving these moments with my baby girl... Looking at how big she's now gives me the more reason never to miss capturing every moment of her babyhood!

Ifunanya Chude

This is what ‘service’ looks like for me right now... baby in one hand, NYSC in the other 😂Motherhood and multitasking h...
07/10/2025

This is what ‘service’ looks like for me right now... baby in one hand, NYSC in the other 😂
Motherhood and multitasking have taken on a whole new meaning, but I’m grateful for the journey and the support that keeps me going every single day.

Nothing ruins trust faster than silence after a loan.If you ever borrow money from a friend and can’t pay back at the ag...
07/10/2025

Nothing ruins trust faster than silence after a loan.

If you ever borrow money from a friend and can’t pay back at the agreed time, don’t go quiet or wait for them to start chasing you... even if the amount is small.

Reach out. Apologize for your inability to meet up and politely ask for more time. By doing this, you’re not just buying yourself more time, you’re also keeping your integrity intact and maintaining their trust.

Accountability builds character. Start practicing it today.

Ifunanya Chude

I’ve always been so resolute about screen time for my baby — “no screens till age 2,” I said confidently. But motherhood...
04/10/2025

I’ve always been so resolute about screen time for my baby — “no screens till age 2,” I said confidently.

But motherhood has a way of humbling you, doesn’t it? Because sometimes, that 30 minutes of screen time is the only reason the rice doesn’t burn, the laundry gets folded, or dinner actually makes it to the table.

So here’s me, a once “no-screen” mama, cheering myself on for finding balance — and reminding every mom out there that grace > guilt.

Motherhood isn’t about being perfect; it’s about doing what works for you, your baby, and your sanity.

If a little cartoon buys me a moment to breathe or cook, then so be it. Because a peaceful mama is a better mama.

Lesson learned: You can hold your values and still give yourself grace. There’s no one-size-fits-all way to raise a child. We’re all just figuring it out — one messy, beautiful day at a time.

Ifunanya Chude

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