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22/05/2022

LET ME SHARE THIS WITH YOU!!!

Take Great Care of Your Emotions!!!

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She didn't believe it.

Even though it was true.

What the doctor said to her.

When she was told that her tests had come out positive.

Cancer.

Ovaries.

Five months left to live.

Six at best.

Dazed she was as she sat there in front of him.

At his high rise well furnished office.

In the medical stretch of downtown Toronto.

Stammering she asked.

"But how can that be?"

The genial looking, avuncular acting, greying doctor responded.

"There are many reasons and there is no reason."

"I don't understand."

"Genes, smoking, exposure to carcinogens, radiation, viruses, unprotected s*x, the list goes on. And then for some unknown reason our cells just go crazy and start multiplying randomly, until they kill us."

"I don't smoke, I eat healthy, my vaccinations are up to date, my house is radiation free, I am intentional about avoiding carcinogens. I mean I am the last person this should happen to."

He looked at her for a drawn out moment.

Then sighed, and leaned forward.

Before he continued in a comforting tone.

"How were you doing emotionally before you started feeling ill?"

She hesitated for a while.

Thinking back.

Her lips were pursed.

When they parted, her words were unsure.

"Well... I was... not really... in a good place."

"Why?"

"I guess I've just been... kind of... disillusioned."

"About what?"

"My marriage."

"What about your marriage?"

She swallowed hard.

And her saliva tasted like aluminium buttered with lime.

She grimaced slightly as she answered

"It's failing apart."

"How so?"

"My husband is just impossible. I mean he has changed so much. He has become so mean and uncaring. I no longer get him. He is just so vindictive and so selfish and manipulative, that sometimes I think some alien has possessed his body and now I am married to a complete stranger."

"And do you by any chance still love him?"

"Love?"

"Yes."

"I hate him. Like really and truly despise the sight of him and my blood curdles when I hear his voice. Just thinking of him now is making my skin crawl."

"You still live together?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I can't just walk out of the marriage."

"Why?"

"There are the kids to consider. And I really haven't been doing well with work, so finances are all him. It's just complicated."

"Does he know how you feel about him and the marriage?"

"I am tired of complaining, so I just keep numb about the whole thing and let him have his way."

"Meaning you still sleep with him?"

"Sleep like s*x?"

"Yes."

"When he wants to."

"You share the same bedroom?"

"Yes."

"And how does it feel like laying on the same bed with him all through the night."

"You want an honest answer to that?"

"Yes, please."

"I just want to place a pillow over his face and s***f the life out of him. I mean I am filled with so much anger, I literally tremble. And he is so tuned off from me that he doesn't even notice. I just lay there and cry myself to sleep sometimes, but most times, I can't sleep until he leaves for work."

The doctor sighed again.

When he spoke after that, his voice was lower in cadence.

"You said you avoid all kinds of radiation, right?"

"Yes, unless I come into the hospital and have to do xrays, CTs and MRIs."

"What if I told you that right there in your home is a powerful source of radiation."

Her brow furrowed.

Her forehead creased.

Her eyelids went into a squint.

When she spoke, her voice was a whisper.

"In my house?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"Your husband."

"My husband?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand."

"Anything or anyone that can rile us so badly, that we get consumed with so much bile, hatred and negative energy is radioactive. And when we keep exposing ourselves to them and continue experiencing that negative energy, our cells start responding to all that stored hatred and anger. Soon they begin to act out of order. Go wild and all. Before we know it, they grow bigger and bigger, eating us up from within. We sit there stewing in that lava of hate and it feeds the tumours, transforming them from benign to malignant until we wake up one morning and we are diagnosed with cancer and given days, weeks, months and for some lucky ones, a couple of years to live."

Her mouth had dropped slightly open.
Her eyes were wide.

Her shoulders hunched.

Her hands balled into fists.

As she stared hard at him.

He sat there quietly for a moment.

Then when she didn't say anything, even though her silence spoke of her disbelief.

He whispered in remorseful comfort.

"What I just said comes from experience with naturopathy, I have kept my allopathic knowledge aside. We are all energy and because we are, our energy flow mixes with other energies that are constantly flowing around us. Our response to those external energy flow influences how our organs behave. That is why it is so important to guard your emotions and ensure that you do not give power to others to negatively influence you. It is way better to cut your losses and walk out of a marriage or any relationship, circumstance, situation or place that keeps you constantly in emotional turmoil than remain in it, stewing constantly in rancour and becoming embittered in malice. Even unforgiveness and constant fault finding and holding tightly to grievances, even being cantankerous can stimulate our cells to act wonky. So you can be justified in being provoked and right in being wrong, but if you stay continously in a situation or languish in a gram negative start of mind in response to anyone, anything, any place or any action that is outside of you, then you set yourself up for these dangerous auto immune responses. You put your body in a state where its only response to such external attack on it is by attacking itself. When you lay beside a person you hate so much, each night, and even allow them to sleep with you knowing that as you said, it makes your skin crawl, it is just like you sleeping next to an Xray, CT or MRI machine that is constantly emitting radiation. It is suicidal..."

Lagos

Jude Idada
April 26, 2022

23/04/2022

HEY MOTHERS!!! LOOK CLOSELY.

Must Read: I’m Worried About Our Sons By Funke Egbemode.

Today, I am worried about our sons, today’s young men. I am truly worried and every mother should pause, take a closer look at her sons and daughters and answer this question: are you empowering your son for the journey ahead of him? Answer truthfully, after all you are alone and you don’t have to let anybody hear you.

I think Nigerian mothers have not done well raising future husbands and fathers. Let’s admit it, we have not scored above average, that is if we achieved average at all.

Take a closer look at your beautiful daughter and your handsome six-footer son. Who is better prepared for the task ahead? I know some of us had realised this and have done better than others but most Nigerian mothers need to buckle up. Our sons are not what they should be and we cannot have the society, the country we desire when we put unprepared men and overgrown boys in positions of authority. I’ll explain myself.

In too many homes, the wives are the bread winners. Too many women are paying the rent and picking bills that make a man the man. We do not need figures from the Office of Statistics because I know every woman in this country knows at least one family where the man is not truly the head. He is just a figure head. And every man who is a figure head is a sad commentary on his mother. Every young husband who waits for his wife to draw her monthly check before the monthly shopping can be done is a figure head, a proceed of a failed mother. That is harsh, right? Yeah, I know there is a place for God in what man becomes in life. It is from Him all blessings flow and only He gives power to make wealth. But did you, madam, even teach your son that simple fact or are you too busy preparing your daughter for marriage in addition to her getting the added advantage of attending the same Ivy League schools like his brothers? A son attends Babcock University in Nigeria or Imperial College in United Kingdom with a daughter but the daughter is trained to cook, pamper a man, be nice to in-laws and bring up children, all while she’s getting a degree. The son learns how to play basket ball and wash a car. The daughter learns how to bake and how to make hair and do make-up. Girls with Masters degrees see nothing wrong in going to learn dress making . Boys dust their CVs and write glowing stuff about themselves and send out thousands of job applications.

After two or three years of fruitless search for non-existent jobs, don’t our boys start ‘processing visas’ to travel to even the most ridiculous places, countries with no pastures, least of all green ones? Meanwhile, the girls set up make-up studios, start ‘mixing cream’ making hats and dresses and everything that makes money. The boys wait for the big time to arrive in one day. It doesn’t, rarely does. So the girls begin to grow in age and in bank balance. Ripe for marriage but no man is plucking because they are still waiting. See why girls are marrying late? They acquire degrees and cars, some even properties while waiting for Mr Right to come along. By the time he eventually comes along, the girl is already doing well in business, entrepreneurial skills honed. For a while, love covers the gap but men are not wired to be anything but the head. That is why most men quote how Sarah calls Abraham ‘Lord’ in the Bible. But Abraham was stupendously rich by Bible accounts. He also spoilt Mama Sarah silly. In other words, every Sarah needs an Abraham.

Inadequate, angry and frustrated, a man whose wife picks the bill soon finds avenues to vent his ire. Violence is one of those avenues. Shamelessly philandering to belittle his ‘richer’ wife is another, like impregnating the maid or a restaurant assistant. Are you linking the rate of failed marriages to what mothers have failed to do? There is a limit to a woman’s endurance and our millennium daughters have no threshold for suffering. In any case, a woman who bought herself a car is not the one her husband can threaten with ‘if you touch any of my cars…’ A woman who picks heavy bills in the home is not the one who will notice that her husband is not bringing his income home. These girls are liable to walk out of marriages too easily, too quickly.

And there is this ever present trouble of a bitchy daughter-in-law and her monster-in-law. If our sons have not earned the respect of their wives, how can we be free and happy and welcomed in our sons’ homes? The poor wife is simply going to see a visiting mother-in-law or sister-in-law as added disadvantage and a further drain on her patience, energy and finances.

It does not matter if women produce the next president and Central Bank Governor and 20 state governors, the achievement of Nigerian women and indeed women world over will continue to be marred if all we do is churn out half-baked and ill-equipped fathers and husbands. We cannot have a great society with just great women and less than good fathers and husbands.

We’ve got work on hands , girls. We’ve got to pay more attention to the quality of sons we are raising. Are we teaching them the right values? Have you sat your boys down and told them only impotent men beat their wives? Have you told your sons a man is not man if he cannot provide for his wife and children, that the ‘dangling modifier’ in between his legs is not really what proves his manhood in his home? Have you told your son lately that he needs to have extra skills to survive in Nigeria and that there is no big deal about having a first degree? We all should teach our sons to follow what they have a passion for and not sit at home waiting for the six-digit salary job. The young men that we all wish were our sons are most of the time those who made money early and you cannot make money early if you romance your CV for 10 years waiting for a telecommunication job. A few guys get lucky but we must prepare our boys for life without good luck.
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