AI translation from Hausa to English

*BE CAREFUL WHEN TAKING PHOTOS OF NEWBORNS!!*

This morning, I was called to the home of one Alhaji to examine a baby girl who was born three weeks ago.

When I arrived at the house:

They complained to me that the baby girl seems to have trouble seeing. Since the day of her naming ceremony up to the time I'm sharing this message, her parents have noticed that she doesn't respond to light or to hand movements near her eyes or face.

Because of this, I suggested they consult a pediatrician at Nassarawa Hospital. I called a pediatrician and explained the situation, but he said this case should rather be seen by an eye specialist.

The surprising part that made me share this with you is what the eye specialist said when I called him. He asked, "Did they have a naming ceremony at home?" I said, "Yes, they did, and it was well attended."

Then he said that it's now being observed that many babies who had home naming ceremonies, where the husband’s and wife’s relatives took pictures of the newborns with their phones, end up with visual problems. The flash from phone cameras, especially during the early days or first one or two months of life, can damage the retina—the part of the eye that sends visual information to the brain.

This happens because relatives often insist that the baby open their eyes for a photo, and at that moment, the flash from the phone’s camera can harm the baby's retina.

Taking photos of a baby during the naming ceremony can potentially cause permanent blindness.

Please, let’s be careful. And let’s educate parents and relatives about the dangers of insisting that a newborn open their eyes for photos.

Please share this message so others can benefit.

Abubakar I. Ahmad — SNA Nephrology

Isah Abdullahi Isah

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*TODAY IN HISTORY*

* On this day in 1994, Chief Moshood Kashimawo Olawale (MKO) Abiola declared himself as Nigeria’s president in what is now known as the Epetedo Declaration. This was a year after the June 12, 1993, which it is now cofirmed he won, was annulled by the military regime of General Ibrahim Babangida. Less than 24 hours, he was arrested by the military government led by General Sani Abacha and detained without trial. He remained in custody till July 7, 1998 when he died under suspicious circumstances, just days after Abacha died.

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Put all excuses aside and remember this: YOU are capable. – Zig Ziglar

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"I present to the world, our daughter, UNIVERSE IFEYINWA STORM YUL-EDOCHIE." Yul Edochie unveils his newborn.

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just gave birth to my third child a healthy baby boy But what nearly happened after delivery shook me to my core
A nurse tried to swap my baby while I was alone in the hospital ward
She offered me a strange injection to help me sleep I refused. She tried to give me pills I pretended to swallow and spat them out

Minutes later, she returned… thinking I was unconscious and tried to switch my baby with a lifeless one
By God's grace, I pressed the alarm just in time She was caught and later confessed to doing this before

The hospital begged us to bury the case and offered money. But no amount can buy silence when mothers need to be warned

Giving birth for the third time felt like second nature to me. That morning, I delivered a healthy baby boy. It was smooth, no excessive pain, no complications almost like my body already knew what to do. I smiled proudly, knowing I had done this twice before. My family was overjoyed, and after all the excitement, they stepped out to get some breakfast and fresh air, giving me a moment to rest and bond with my baby in peace.

But as I lay in my hospital bed, a strange feeling crept into my heart. The ward felt... too quiet. I was alone. No other mothers. No bustling footsteps or sounds of babies crying nearby. Just me, my newborn, and a nurse I didn’t recognize from my earlier visits. She came in with a bright smile and soft voice, asking how I felt. “You did well,” she said sweetly, “I have an injection that will help you sleep and recover faster.” Her tone was calm, almost too calm.

That was when the alarms went off in my head. In all my past deliveries, no one had ever offered me anything like that. Sleep injection? For recovery? I politely declined, saying I preferred to rest naturally. But she was persistent. “It’s standard now,” she insisted. “All new mothers are given this.” My heart began to race. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew something wasn’t right. I firmly said no. She nodded, then said, “Okay, maybe take these pills instead. Just for the pain.” I accepted them but didn’t swallow. Instead, I hid them under my tongue and spat them into a tissue once she left.

Fifteen minutes later, as I was pretending to be asleep, I heard a soft creak — my door slowly pushed open. I peeked through barely open eyelids. It was her again. The same nurse. She stepped in quietly, scanning the room like someone checking for witnesses. She looked over at me, smiled faintly, then turned and left again. My body froze. What was she looking for? Why was she checking if I was asleep?

Two minutes later, the door opened again. She entered silently. My heart thumped so loud I feared she could hear it. Then I saw her lean over the baby’s crib beside my bed. In her arms… was another baby. But this one was not breathing. My stomach dropped. She gently lifted my baby — MY SON — and began swapping him with the lifeless one she brought in. I felt faint, but I held my breath and waited. Just as she turned her back, thinking I was unconscious, I slammed the alarm button on the wall and let out the loudest scream of my life.

The chaos that followed was like a movie. Nurses ran in. Doctors appeared. Security rushed. I was still shaking as I pointed to the woman and shouted, “She tried to take my baby!” They caught her immediately. Within moments, the truth began to unravel. She was not even assigned to my ward. She had somehow snuck into the maternity unit under a fake ID. Under questioning, she confessed she had done this before. More than once.

The hospital was shaken to its core. My family, who returned just in time, cried with relief and held me tightly. The hospital administration begged us not to press charges. They offered to pay us a heavy sum and promised that the woman would be dealt with. But I knew money couldn’t silence something like this. I had to speak up.

So I’m sharing this today not for sympathy, but as a warning. Ladies, please be alert. After childbirth, even when you feel exhausted, stay vigilant. Keep a trusted family member close. Never accept injections or pills without asking questions. And above all TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS That quiet voice in your heart? It’s your God-given guardian It saved my child’s life

The world is not as safe as it seems, even within hospital walls. We must be wise, we must be careful, and we must speak out to protect others. My baby is fine, strong, and safe in my arms. But another woman might not be so lucky unless we keep sharing and warning one another

May every mother be protected. And may no evil succeed in stealing what we bring into this world with love and pain.

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I chose to speak, so others can be saved

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A GEN Z MOTHER SOLD HER NEWBORN BABY TO BUY BENZ
EPISODE 1

Tonia was just 19, a Gen Z girl who lived online more than in real life. Her dream wasn’t a degree or a career—it was fame, designer bags, flawless makeup, and of course, a brand new Mercedes-Benz that would shake social media. She lived for attention, clout, and comments. Her phone was always in her hand, face always filtered, but behind that perfect TikTok face was a reckless girl who didn’t even know the father of her newborn baby.
The pregnancy had been an inconvenience. Nine months of hiding her belly behind oversized hoodies and pretending she was just gaining weight. She didn’t even attend antenatal appointments. She watched a few YouTube videos and said “God will help me.” When her water broke, she went to a local clinic quietly, had the baby, took one photo with a Snapchat filter, and posted it with the caption: “Y’all, I did a thing.”
She didn’t even name the baby.
But reality hit her like a truck when the nurses handed her the baby and asked what she'd name her. Tonia stared blankly. The baby cried, but she just blinked. “Uhm… can I go live on Insta first?” she asked. The nurse snatched the phone.
Later that day, as her friends sent fake congratulations, one comment stood out: “Girl, I can link you with someone who buys babies. DM me if you ready to cash out.”
Tonia’s eyes widened. She wasn’t broke per se, but she had no real job, her makeup hustle was slow, and her ex who ghosted her when she told him about the pregnancy had vanished completely. And all she really wanted was a Benz. Not a baby. Not sleepless nights. Not diapers.
She clicked the comment.
The DM opened doors she never imagined existed.
A few coded conversations later, a man in shades and an oversized hoodie came to the clinic with a briefcase. “You sure about this?” he asked. Tonia didn’t even flinch. “I want the Benz with red interior. Don’t mess with me.”
The man opened the briefcase. It was cash. Tonia's eyes sparkled. She nodded. Within minutes, the baby was gone, the birth certificate erased, and she walked out of the clinic with new hair, new lashes, and a down payment for her dream car.
By the weekend, Tonia posted a boomerang: her in the front seat of a shiny black Benz, music blasting, long nails tapping the wheel. Caption: “God did!”
But the world was watching. And karma? Karma was in her comment section.
The post blew up. Not for the reasons she wanted.
One follower recognized the baby from the clinic—her cousin was a nurse. Another saw the strange man leaving the hospital. Rumors flew like wildfire.
Then came the live video. The same nurse who took her phone that day went on Facebook Live:
“This girl sold her baby for a car! I was there! I saw the man! She said the baby’s name was ‘Benzina’—I thought she was joking! Please help us find the child!”
Internet detectives rose like ants to sugar. Tonia’s location was tagged. Memes started flying.
Tonia: Sells baby for Benz
Benz: Returns itself to dealership
But Tonia wasn’t laughing.
A week later, she was sipping a milkshake when her door was kicked open. Two officers stormed in. One held up a printed screenshot. The caption read: “Y’all, I did a thing.”
They cuffed her. “You’re under arrest for illegal sale of a child.”
She laughed. “This is a prank, right? Are you filming this? Wait—can I fix my wig?”
It wasn’t a prank.
They dragged her out while she screamed, “You can’t arrest a baddie in Crocs! Let me wear heels!”
Her neighbors watched as her wig flew off mid-scream.
The Benz sat silently in the driveway.
But the worst wasn’t the arrest. It was the face of the person she saw waiting at the station…
Her mother.
And her mother wasn’t alone.
Standing beside her was a man Tonia hadn’t seen in a year.
The child’s father.
With rage in his eyes.
To be continued…

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Be careful who you welcome into your home… not every househelp came to serve.”

THE HOUSEHELP’S SECRET

Episode 1 – The Girl at the Gate

The sun was already dipping when the security man walked into the living room and cleared his throat.
“Madam… the new girl don come.”
Madam Eze didn’t even look up from her phone. “Tell her to wait.”

She was irritated. She had gone through three househelps in six months. One stole her gold chain. Another broke a bottle and lied. The last one… well, the girl got pregnant and claimed the father was her husband’s younger brother. Total madness.

She was done with nonsense.
“Bring her in,” she finally said.

A minute later, a slim, dark-skinned girl walked in. She was about 19, with neatly plaited hair and eyes that looked down, never meeting anyone's gaze. Her wrapper was faded, her blouse plain. But there was something strange about her presence — something quiet but strong.

“What’s your name?” Madam Eze asked, sizing her up.
“Ada, ma.”
“You’ve worked before?”
“Yes ma. For two years in Owerri.”
Madam Eze folded her arms. “Why did you leave?”

Ada hesitated. Her fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the handle of her small bag.
“They… relocated,” she said simply.

Madam Eze eyed her closely. Something in that answer didn’t sit right, but she shrugged it off. “You’ll start tomorrow. Nkem is my only daughter. You do anything funny around her, I’ll send you to the village myself. Are we clear?”

“Yes ma.”

“Good. Go to the boys’ quarters. You’ll meet Mama Peace there. She’ll show you around.”
As Ada turned to leave, her eyes swept briefly across the living room — the golden frames, the family pictures, the expensive couches — then rested for a second on a photo of Madam Eze holding a newborn baby.

Her eyes softened.
She looked away quickly, but not before Madam Eze noticed.
“You know that baby?” the madam asked, suspicious.
Ada blinked. “No ma.”

“Hmm.”

Ada left quietly. As she stepped out into the evening breeze, she whispered under her breath.
“God, you’ve brought me this far… don’t let me fail.”
Inside the house, Madam Eze shivered suddenly. She didn’t know why. But something about that girl… didn’t feel right.

And deep in her heart, she had a strange feeling:
This girl was not just a househelp.

> What do you think Ada is hiding?
Should Madam Eze have trusted her?
Drop your thoughts in the comments… Episode 2 drops tomorrow!

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The Garden of Secret Cries

Episode 1: From Hunger to Horror: The Hidden Price of Akinlolu's Wealth"

Akinlolu was a man the world would one day call “Chief,” but his story didn’t begin with power and praise. It began with hunger. He lived in a small, broken-down room with his wife and two children in the heart of Ibadan. Every morning, he woke up with nothing but worry. There was no food to give his children, no job, and no hope.

His wife tried to support him, but the pain of watching their children cry each night was too much. One evening, she asked, “Is this how we will keep living?” Akinlolu had no answer.

That night, sitting outside in the dark, a strange man appeared. His eyes were sharp, his voice deep. He said, “I know you’re tired of this life. I can help you. But what you want comes with a price.” Akinlolu, desperate and broken, said without thinking, “I will do anything.”

The man smiled. “Go to the river by midnight. Wait there. You’ll hear what to do.”

At midnight, Akinlolu walked to the river. The place was quiet, too quiet. Then, he heard voices—not from people, but from the wind. They whispered strange things, calling his name, making promises.

“We can make you rich,” they said, “but you must give us life for life. Every year, bring us a newborn, fresh and innocent. Bury it with your hands, and we will bless you.”

Akinlolu’s body shook. “A child?” he asked. “I must bury a child?”

There was silence for a moment, then a soft echo: “Or remain poor forever.”

He went home and couldn’t sleep. But in the morning, a man came to offer him a job. Then, someone else offered him a car. By the end of the week, money had started flowing in. The promise was real.

A year later, a woman brought him a baby wrapped in white cloth. She was a midwife—her heart long gone. She said, “The mother thinks this child is dead. Take it.”

That night, Akinlolu dug his first hole. With shaking hands, he buried the baby in the garden behind his house. He didn’t sleep that night, but in the morning, he got a business deal that changed his life.

And so, every year, on the night of a new moon, he continued. A baby. A hole. A promise.

He became wealthy beyond measure. He built mansions, drove the finest cars, and even started his journey into politics. His wife believed he was just hardworking. The maid, however, noticed things—blood on the shovel, cries in the wind—but fear kept her quiet.

What Akinlolu didn’t know was that every baby he buried left behind a spirit. And spirits do not forget.

STORY TIME

"The Woman Who Gave Birth to a Snake" EPISODE I

In the quiet village of Umuoma, a woman named Nnenna had been married for ten years without a child. She and her husband, Obinna, had tried everything—herbs, sacrifices, prayers—but no child came.

One evening, Nnenna went to the river to cry alone. As she wept, an old woman with white hair and piercing eyes appeared from the mist.

“Why do you cry, my daughter?” the woman asked.

“I want a child, Mama. I am tired of being mocked,” Nnenna sobbed.

The old woman smiled and gave her a small clay pot filled with a dark liquid. “Drink this tonight, and you will conceive. But remember—no matter what, you must never let this child touch the river.”

Desperate, Nnenna ran home and drank the potion. That night, she had a strange dream of a giant serpent coiling around her belly.

Months later, Nnenna became pregnant. The whole village celebrated her miracle. But on the day of her delivery, something terrifying happened.

Instead of a baby, she gave birth to a snake.

A long, black serpent with golden eyes slithered out of her womb. The midwives screamed and ran, leaving Nnenna alone with the creature.

The snake did not harm her. Instead, it curled around her like a newborn baby, staring into her eyes.

Obinna and the villagers stood outside, waiting to hear the cry of a baby.

But there was only silence.

To be continued…

She THREW Her NEWBORN BABY Off the BRIDGE Into the River Because... Episode 1

For 20 years, Johnny and his wife, Binta, lived in a quiet house by the river in the small town of Faju. Despite the years of marriage, their home was silent—no cries of children, no sounds of joy. Just the whisper of the river behind their house. Every morning, before the sun had fully risen, Binta would walk to the riverbank, kneel, and gently touch her stomach. Her words would drift into the wind, "Oh gods of the land, give me a child before I die." The pain in her voice was always the same. Every day. Rain or shine. No answer.

Johnny sat quietly behind her, no longer pleading. He had given up on hope, his heart weary from the weight of unfulfilled prayers. The townspeople whispered behind their backs, some saying, "Her womb is locked with a padlock." Others mocked, "Maybe it’s Johnny. He eats his children in his dreams." But Binta and Johnny never spoke of these things. They just kept trying.

From one doctor to another, the verdict was always the same: medically, there was nothing wrong. Desperate, they sought help from prayer houses and prophets. Binta endured fiery prayers, fainting after each session. Nothing changed. Not even bitter herbs from a native doctor could help. The years passed, and the silence in their home grew louder.

One day, in their 15th year of marriage, they met a man who claimed to have the answer. His robes were long and his voice deep, like thunder. "The only way you can have a child is if you sleep with me," he said. "It’s a spiritual covenant." Binta dropped to the ground in shock. She refused. She cried, but her heart was broken, and Johnny held her through it all. That night, they made a decision—to leave the town behind, to escape the voices and the judgment, to live in silence by the river.

In a neighboring town, Amanda’s beauty was the talk of the village. Her skin shimmered like the morning sun, and her hair flowed like palm branches. She was the center of attention wherever she went. Yet, despite all the compliments, Amanda felt trapped. Her life was one of constant demands—sweeping, fetching water, washing dishes. She dreamed of freedom, of being more than just a pretty face. She wanted to escape the life that confined her.

As Amanda’s frustration grew, something stirred in her heart. She began to question the life she had been given—the expectations, the roles, the way she was treated. She began to see that her beauty, her privileges, might not have been a blessing after all. It was a cage, and she longed to break free.

But one day, as the winds of change swept through the village, a fateful encounter would bring both Binta’s silent sorrow and Amanda’s yearning for freedom together in ways neither of them could have ever predicted.

In a world where silence and beauty both carry heavy burdens, Binta and Amanda would each face a choice that would change their lives forever.

Stay tuned for the next part of their intertwined destinies. Will they find the freedom and fulfillment they so desperately seek? Or will the choices of the past haunt them forever


To be continued…

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5 MINUTES AGO: A poor newborn baby was abandoned in a park near his home. In response to this heartbreaking situation, star Luka Modric stepped in to become the child’s guardian, pledging to pay all living expenses until the child turns 18

It’s best to stay at least 48–72 hours after a vaginal birth, and 3–5 days after a C-section.

Even when there are no complications during child birth, it is still very important you stay for close monitoring.

For You (The Mother)

1. Bleeding (Lochia): Bleeding should be reducing, not increasing. No large clots.

2. Uterus Firmness: Your uterus should be firm and shrinking.

3. Pain Management: Your pain (whether from vaginal delivery or C-section) should be under control.

4. No Signs of Infection:

No fever

No foul-smelling vaginal discharge

No redness, pain, or swelling in the C-section wound or perineal area

5. Blood Pressure & Sugar: Should be stable, especially if you had preeclampsia or gestational diabetes.

6. Passing Urine & Stool Comfortably: Make sure you can pee and poop without difficulty.

7. Breastfeeding Initiation: Baby latching well, no cracked or painful nipples.

8. Mental & Emotional Well-being: No severe anxiety, sadness, or mood swings (postpartum blues are normal, but severe depression signs need attention).

9. Mobility: You should be able to walk, move, and care for yourself without difficulty.

For Baby

1. Breastfeeding: Baby is latching and feeding well.

2. Pee & Poop: Baby has started passing urine and meconium (first stool).

3. Temperature & Vitals: Baby’s temperature, breathing, and heart rate are stable.

4. Jaundice Check: No visible yellowing of the skin and eyes.

5. Weight: Baby’s weight loss is within normal range (up to 10% loss in the first few days is okay but should be monitored).

6. Cord Care: No infection or foul smell from the umbilical cord stump.

7. Screening Tests: Newborn screening tests (like hearing test, metabolic screening, etc.) are done.

8. No Breathing Difficulty: Baby is breathing comfortably without grunting or flaring nostrils.

Never hesitate to ask the nurses and doctors about anything you’re unsure of instead of asking that your aunty in the village

Alagba Peace Chisom

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