• Creative Ways to Announce Your Pregnancy to Parents Who Aren’t Yet Expecting Grandkids From You

    Now you’ve fallen pregnant. Your parents aren’t yet ready to have grandkids from you, but the universe seems doesn’t care.

    So how do you break the news that a heritage from the Lord has taken up space in your womb? We gotcha.

    1. Play God’s Plan by Drake before telling them the news

    Sing the song over and over before telling them that God’s Plan for you is to have a baby in the next nine months. Find the inner musician in you and add the announcement to the lyrics of the song. Continue singing until your parents figure it out. 

    2. Tell them someone left a baby in your womb

    You’re actually not lying or being dramatic. Someone actually came over and left a baby in your womb and you weren’t given a return address. 

    3. Put the pregnancy test strip in their food

    This way, they’re going to consume the information with their food,  saving you the stress of having to use your words. Let your parents digest the information. 

    4. Tell them the Virgin Mary hired you as her intern

    Mary was in Heaven wondering what a Jesus version 2.0 would look like and decided to come down to earth to use you to do user research. It’s not like you went out of your way to get pregnant o; Mary is simply using you. 

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    5. Tell them you swallowed a seed and it’s germinating inside your body

    It’s not like it’s a lie anyway. You were eating something; you didn’t know it was a fruit that has seeds and you accidentally swallowed the seed, now the seed is growing into a baby. When you swallowed that seed, you thought it’d come out in your poop, but unfortunately, it turned out to be a baby seed. 

    6. Start calling your parents “Grandpa” and ”Grandma”

    When they ask you why you’re calling them those titles, you’ll tell you you’re practising for a future that’s closer than they think. If they ask you how close, you tell them less than 1yr and 9months when their grandkids can speak. 

    7. If they’re Christians, randomly send them Psalm 127:3

    “Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.” They should close their eyes and thank God for their wonderful gift. 

    8. Please, leave the country

    Buy a ticket or get a night bus going to Benin Republic, Cotonou or Ghana.If you’re rich enough, buy a ticket to Australia. Go as far away as possible. When you arrive in your new country, tell them you moved to create a better life for your child — the one in your tummy. 

    9. Start by asking them to join you as you sing Miracle Worker

    Dig into your choir mistress bag and sing all the songs you know about miracles. By the time you and your parents are done singing, they’ll know God has done a miracle that you want to keep. 

    10. Tell them you fulfilled one of their heart desires

    Which parent doesn’t want to be a grandparent? That your clocks may be working in opposite directions doesn’t mean their heart desire hasn’t still been fulfilled. They should even be thanking you for your service and love. Look at you being a very thoughtful child. 

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  • As we all know, 33-year-old singer Rihanna is pregnant with her first child. The news also came to us as a shock, but don’t fret, hope isn’t lost. 

    Follow these simple tips to enter Rihanna’s womb regardless of your age. 

    1. Become a stone and find your way into Rihanna’s mouth

    A small stone or a grain of sand is enough to do the trick. Your location doesn’t matter for this. All that matters is getting into her mouth and into her belly. As we can tell, it seems she likes swallowing rocks. 

    2. Be born again

    This is simple and short. Sleep and make sure you don’t wake up till you’re safe and sound in Rihanna’s womb. Abiku who? Abiku you.

    3 . Look into the mirror and shout “Rihanna” five times

    This is a little tricky because you have to shout “Rihanna” while tapping your belly. Make sure the universe knows you’re trying to enter her womb o, not invite a baby into yours. 

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    4. Contact an Astro babe

    Astrology babes know everything and are the best for tasks like this. Buy whatever oil she tells you to buy or stand under the moon till it carries you into Rihanna’s womb.

    5. Burn incense 

    Do this if you don’t know any astrology babe. Burn the incense while standing under a  full moon. Make sure to shout, “Rihanna” three times while doing this.

    6. Connect with your inner child and manifest a change of location 

    Tell the child in you to arise and find their way to Rihanna’s womb. The inner child knows it was done a disserve when born in Nigeria and will surely not miss its way to Rihanna’s house. 

    7. Astral project 

    Make sure you have the right location before you’ll go and astral project to the wrong house and enter Rihannatu’s womb instead of Rihanna’s womb. Be extremely careful when astral projecting. 

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  • A Week in the Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    The subject of today’s “A Week In The Life” is a stay-at-home mum looking after a toddler. She talks about having to resign from her job while pregnant, the many ways toddlers try to off themselves and why she has no regrets even though some parts of her life are currently strenuous.

    MONDAY:

    Midnight:

    My day starts at this time for two reasons: either because my son took a late afternoon nap and he hasn’t slept yet, or he’s asleep and I’m boiling hot water and packing his food for when he wakes up around 3 a.m. to eat. 

    Thankfully, today is the latter. 

    The past couple of days have been intense: My son, his royal highness, has been refusing to sleep early, so my husband and I have had to take turns to beg him to sleep, sing for him, give him a night shower, and rock him to sleep under the AC. But, we didn’t do all that before he slept off today. 

    The day started with the voice of my baby waking me up around 10 a.m. In the previous days, my son would probably still be asleep by that time. And that’s why when I looked at the time after waking up, I started his day with a bath, a meal and general grooming activities. By the time I was done at 11 a.m., he was fully prepared to make my day a circus. 

    At one point, I was washing his plates from the morning meal, using my side-eye to monitor him, picking up after his mess and at the same time, considering running away from everything. 

    Before I blinked, it was 1 p.m. and I found myself changing diapers because he had pooed. Afterwards, I fed him again. Then I spent the next few hours fighting him for my phone to prevent him from smashing the phone or downloading weird apps and videos. 

    One minute I was hiding my phone, the next, it was 3 p.m. and I was setting the mood for nap time. Down went the blinds, up went the A.C, out went the diapers, into his tummy went water and then baby was gently rocked.  

    The moment I heard his first snore, I put him gently into his cot, tiptoed away quietly, and crammed all of the day’s chores into his sleep time. By the time I heard his first cry two hours later, I had already successfully washed, dried and ironed his clothes from the previous week. 

    Luckily, I didn’t have to hold him for long because his dad got back home a few hours after he woke up. From the front door, before he even had any time to catch his breath, I handed his child to him alongside baby food to feed to him. 

    After his meal and small rough play, he safely tucked himself into the arms of his dad. From then on, it was a waiting game for him to fall asleep. By 9:30 p.m., he was in dreamland. Then, my own day began and I could finally press my phone and catch up with the world. 

    Now, I’m up at midnight making plans for when he wakes up to eat in the middle of the night. Nothing serious. Just another week keeping up with a one year and eight months old baby. 

    TUESDAY:

    The first thought in my head when I hear the voice of my baby this morning is, “how do mothers who work while raising kids do it?” Because watching an active toddler for 30 minutes is enough to drive anyone insane. Not to add the stress of a 9-5 on top. 

    I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve screamed “no, no, no” today. In fact, one of the first things my baby learned to say was “no, no, no” because of how frequently I say it to him. If I’m not chasing him, he’s chasing me. Yet, I’ll still be the one who needs a foot massage from my husband at the end of a workday. Children are terrorists and I don’t know where they get their energy from. 

    When I talk to more experienced mothers, I hear that this is still the “good stage.” Apparently, my baby is still going to pass through terrible twos and threes, which means he’ll still show me more pepper. The thought of this alone is enough to make me not want another child. 

    For this child, my life literally stopped when I got pregnant. I went from being the best salesperson for a particular product at an FMCG to being asked to resign at work the next year due to pregnancy complications. Nothing hurt as much as watching 6 years and 4 months of my life slip through the cracks because I couldn’t show up at work like I used to. What made it more painful was seeing my company not caring for my well-being as much as I did for theirs. 

    Outside of work, don’t even get me started on the weird pregnancy cravings: coke in a glass bottle and not plastic coke. Vanilla ice cream from Chicken Republic. Garri water. Cold Nutri C or Ribena. 

    Not to talk of pregnancy complications such as always wanting to vomit, spitting every day — and my husband having to regularly empty and wash my spit cup — and losing almost 7 kg of weight under two months. 

    I can’t imagine going through this again, especially now that this time I’ll have to look after two kids. Although, occasionally, when I think about how much I love my son, the love of my life, aka the terrorist of my life, I find myself reconsidering my decision. 

    WEDNESDAY:

    We’re up early this morning. By we, I mean my son, his dad and me. Today is for spending time with grandma so mummy can have time off to run a few errands. Top of the list is to crochet a few beanies and scarves for sale as a supplementary source of income. 

    Since I left my job, I’ve been asking myself how women live and raise kids without jobs. While I recognise that this is a privileged stance, I still can’t help but wonder. The only reason I haven’t lost my mind is that I saved up a lot of money while I was still working a proper 9-5. It was just in late 2020 that I converted my crochet hobby into a side business for extra income and a sense of control in a chaotic routine. Even though the crocheting business is decent, I’m making plans to return to the corporate world in 2022 when my baby turns two. I’ve already started putting out feelers for a sales role in FMCG or a customer success specialist in a tech company. 

    However, nothing has come out for now. I know it’s just a matter of time before I hit my dreams. 

    But that one is in the future. Today, the only thing on my mind is how many scarves and hats I can make between when I drop off my son and when I have to pick him. 

    THURSDAY:

    To the untrained observer, toddlers are adorable balls of goodness that can do no harm. To us, the initiated, these toddlers are tiny balls of energy bent on harming themselves.

    This afternoon, I looked away for just one second and my child had scaled his cot. One minute he was inside and safe, the next, I heard gbim, watched him land on his arm and saw him run to me while crying. Thank God the arm is still working fine. 

    After that episode, he went climbing the glass table. As I was running towards him, he kept shouting “no, no, no.” In my head, I was like if you’re shouting that word, then you know what you’re doing is bad, so why are you still doing it? 

    During a diaper change, while I was disposing of the used napkins, this boy went to touch live socket. I was too shocked to react until after I had removed him from danger. Then, I had to explain to him why electricity is not child’s play. 

    As if that warning was not enough, this boy entered the kitchen and was playing with the gas cylinder. 

    The last thing I remember from today is calling my husband on the phone to come and carry his child before he kills me. 

    FRIDAY:

    My mother-in-law is around, so today is a good day already. Whenever she’s around, I’m rest assured to get the necessary time off to breathe. After yesterday’s episode, I’m glad she’s around. I’m confident that between her shift in the morning and my husband’s shift at night, they can look after my son. I’m rooting for them. 

    Me, I’m focusing on catching my breath for as long as I can. Transitioning from wife to mother has been one hell of a journey. Sometimes I just sit down and say that this tiny grain of rice that was once in my tummy is now breathing, living, terrorising and I’ love it. This person came out of my stomach. That is, na me born am. Small me of yesterday is now a mother. Wow. 

    As much as I complain, cry, and fuss about the stress of raising a child, I don’t think I’d change anything if I could go back in time. For me, regardless of the stress, there has been no greater joy than seeing someone who is half of me and half of the person I love. 

    In fact, if you asked me to absolutely change anything today, the one thing I’d probably change is the TV channel. My mother-in-law put the television on Zee World but, I want to watch good-old Law and Order SVU to kickoff my relaxation. 

    I too am someone’s child. 


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  • Sex Life is an anonymous Zikoko weekly series that explores the pleasures, frustrations and excitement of sex in the lives of Nigerians.


    TW: Sexual Abuse.

    The subject of today’s Sex Life is a 28-year-old heterosexual woman who talks about hating condoms and how all that changed after an STD and two pregnancies. 

     What was your first sexual experience?

    I was 17. It was with this guy who was four years older, and I felt safe around him. Then one day I was home alone, he came to visit me and then it got late so he couldn’t leave. We started making out, and I made it clear that I didn’t want to go all the way but he kept begging and begging.

    Ah.

    I was very uncomfortable with it because, before that, I had been with a man who was 10 years older than me who stopped trying to have sex with me when I told him I was a virgin. So I figured that was how all men would react to me being a virgin.

    So what happened with this guy who was in your house?

    I just said “fuck it”, and we had sex. And in all of this, we didn’t use condoms.

    I sent him out of my house that night and stopped talking to him immediately after that. Sometime later I started talking to another guy. We had sex without a condom again, and this time I got an STD.

    Uhm… what?

    Yeah, I noticed some of my symptoms in this book called “Every Woman”. The book also had the names of drugs to use for the STD. I went to a pharmacy in school, and I remember feeling the sales girl judging me with her eyes once I told her what I wanted to buy.

    How did you feel?

    Ashamed. I was about 18 at the time. And guess what? I still didn’t use condoms during sex afterwards.

    How come?

    Most guys wouldn’t have condoms, and they would mention how they didn’t like it. I tried one of the more popular condom brands marketed to us at the time, and it was honestly trash. It was very dry and uncomfortable and I was always sore. I didn’t know I had options when it came to condoms. I also felt like I couldn’t demand that they use it.

    So what happened next?

    I was also very concerned about my body count and had decided I wouldn’t cross 5. The guy who gave me the STD was number 2. Number 4 was this guy I met when I was 19 and ASUU was on strike. He was the first guy I had a “proper” sexual relationship with. I would go over to his house, we would make out, then go out to nice restaurants and bars. Imagine leaving your house and going somewhere to hang out, and they will still press your breast on top. It was premium enjoyment.

    Sex was with condoms?

    Nope. I didn’t bring it up if the guy didn’t bring it up. And this guy did not. I also had this stupid philosophy after the STD episode where I thought, with STDs, nobody would willingly spread it. I thought if they knew they had it, they wouldn’t give it to me.

    Uhm…

    I know. After number 2, I filtered my partners based on their self-awareness. Did they pay attention to their health? Were they concerned about their sexual health? I’d only have sex with people that were paranoid.

    So how did that go?

    With guy number 4? Three weeks after the strike was over, we were back in school when I started noticing that I felt weird and my period wasn’t coming. I messaged an older friend, and he told me to go get tested. So I went to get the test and the attendant convinced me to get an HIV test as well.

    What did the results say?

    This attendant gave me my results and told me pregnancy was positive and HIV was positive as well. I was like, “Okay”, and started to leave when he called me back to say that the HIV test was actually negative.

    As in he was making a joke?

    I wanted to slap him. But it also made me doubt the pregnancy test as well. So I went somewhere else to confirm. He was correct; I was pregnant.

    That must have been a lot.

    Yeah. I called my friend to tell him I was considering keeping it. All he said to me was, “You’re 19 years old. Do you know how much pampers costs?”
    At that time, I had nephews and nieces, and I had an idea. . I was still thinking of money to buy hair and a Blackberry.

    So what did you decide?

    An abortion. There was this clinic that did safe abortions. When I got there, they made me call the father of the child to confirm that he wanted the child aborted. He picked and said he was fine with it. It took about an hour, and I bled for like 10 days.

    Did you continue having sex with this guy?

    Nope. I moved on to another guy and got pregnant again! This time when I told the guy, he ghosted.

    He what?

    Yeah. I was in my final year in school, it was a Saturday, and I was sitting in the abortion clinic. They called him to confirm if he wanted the child aborted, and he didn’t pick. I sat there and just kept crying and calling because they wouldn’t do it without his confirmation. They also didn’t open on Sundays, and my final exams were supposed to start the next Monday.

    After some hours, the woman there looked at me and said, “I’ll help you.”

    So this ghosting fellow, was that the last you heard of him?

    He ghosted for a long time and when he came back, he said that he thought I was lying when I said I was pregnant.

    The ghosting broke something in me, to be honest. I told myself I was never getting pregnant again. It didn’t matter what I had to do, even if it was trash condoms, I was never getting pregnant again.

    How would you rate your sex life now?

    I would rate it a 7 because I’m celibate now, but it’s usually a 10. Making so many mistakes when I was younger forced me to think about my relationship with sex and what I wanted from it. I knew it wasn’t pregnancy and STDs. It was orgasms. So I thought to myself, what’s the best way to get what you want while avoiding these pitfalls? The answer was sex positivity.

    Once I accepted that I really wanted to have sex without any of the negative consequences, it became easier to make decisions that prioritised that. So trash condoms were it for a while. Then I learned more about better brands and started to request those for dick appointments.

    We thank God for growth I guess.

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    One minute your life is going great, the next you are throwing up in the middle of a Zoom meeting. You check your period app and find out you’re three weeks late. One thing flashes through your mind, “PREGNANCY“. Now, here are the other things that will go through your mind when you have a pregnancy scare.

    1) Who is responsible?

    Even if you have one consistent partner, you start asking yourself if the conductor that brushed your arm at the car park somehow got you pregnant. If you don’t even have sex with men or sex at all, you wonder if we are about to have another Mary.

    2) Which birth control method failed?

    You call a family meeting of all your birth control methods, and you start wondering which one failed you. Could your emergency contraceptive have been fake? Is your IUD no longer working? Has your pill expired? Did society lie about celibacy? Can a plastic dick get you pregnant?

    3) Increase in cost of everything

    Your brain suddenly starts going math. How much is baby wipes? Can babies eat semo because the price of baby food is not looking pocket friendly? How much do you even have in your savings? How much is abortion in this economy?

    4) Glimpse into the future as a pregnant woman

    You imagine yourself with a baby bump next. You plan your baby shower in your head. How will you apply for maternity leave at work? What kind of pregnant woman will you be? What names will you give the child when it is born? You might have told yourself a long time ago that if you get pregnant right now, you’d abort it, but sometimes brains can’t stick to the program. They wander.

    5) Hot girl summer

    When you realise that pregnancy means no more hot girl summer, your stomach lurches a little. How will you survive for nine months without any alcohol or club activities? Your plan was to shake your ass on a yacht in Dubai in a thong, not with a baby belly.

    6) Prayers against pregnancy

    Even if you are not religious, you will pray to whomever you can. You will make promises you are unable to fulfil and then ask for forgiveness from every person in your life you have offended.

    7) Take a pregnancy test

    So you have gone through all the motions of a pregnancy scare and you know you are left with two options. You keep it, or you abort it. You take your test and hope for the best. The best is when the test comes out negative and you realise you’re stressed and ate some funky tasting fruits, that’s why you were vomiting.

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  • So, if you thought pregnancy cravings were the funniest things about being pregnant, then you definitely have not heard of the pregnancy myths. With the help of Zikoko WhatsApp groups 2 and 3, I compiled a list of some of the funniest pregnancy myths ever.

    1) If you dip your hand into your husband’s pocket to take money, your child will become a thief.

    This is one of those pregnancy myths you know was made by a man who was tired of his wife taking money from his pocket, because WHAT IS THIS????? How?

    2) If you walk over a pregnant woman, the child will look like you

    Genetics in the MUD. DNA? Who is she??? Tunde, the child does not look like you because the gardener crossed your wife while she was pregnant. Simple. Cheating? No dear.

    3) If you eat snails while pregnant, your child will be an olodo

    You know snails are slow, right? And you know we are what we eat? The math is mathing shey? Think about it!

    4) If you walk in the sun while pregnant, your child will be replaced by an evil spirit

    With how hot this country is, this explains a lot. If you have had the pleasure of living in Nigeria, you will know that a lot of Nigerians are just evil spirits in human bodies. Also, this will be a great car ad. “Buy an air conditioned car today, prevent the rise of evil spirits.” Innosson Motors, CALL ME!

    5) If a pregnant woman walks in the afternoon without a safety pin on her dress, the baby will be possessed

    Have you heard of Ghostbusters? Well I give to you, GHOST BLOCKERS.

    A modern day ghost repellent

    Another explanation for all the people we have in this country. To think a safety pin would have prevented it all. It also makes you think, how weak are demons that ordinary safety pin is enough to chase them away? Nigerian demons better step up their game.

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    6) If you eat plantain or banana without removing the middle part, the baby’s head will be split in the middle.

    Where do I even start from? From where do I begin? I need a scientific explanation. In fact, I would not mind a non-scientific one. I just need someone to explain this to me like I am five.

    7) If you are having heartburn, it means your child will be hairy

    Scenes where your child comes out as smooth as an egg. What will you now say?

    8) If you visit someone that just gave birth, your labour will be induced

    You have heard of period sync? Well, prepare for *drumroll please* Labour SYNC!!!!!

    Of course this makes perfect sense. The child that was just born will use its amazing baby communication skills to inform the one in the womb that the coast is clear. Baby communication technology should really be a course in Universities.

    9) If a pregnant woman sits in the middle of twins, she too will have twins

    So what if the ultrasound showed only one baby before? Have you never heard of divine multiplication before?

    10) If a pregnant woman scratches her itchy stomach instead of rubbing it, she will have stretch marks.

    Fuck scientific research that proves stretch marks can be as a result of the tearing of the dermis during periods of rapid growth, simply do not scratch your stomach while pregnant.

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  • The subject of this week’s What She Said is Karo Omu, a 29-year-old Nigerian woman and mother. She talks about almost having a miscarriage when she was five weeks pregnant, liking her daughter and the importance of giving women enough information about reproductive health.

    Did you always know you wanted to have a child?

    Yeah, but I don’t think I did consciously. I think when you’re a young girl, it’s normal to think that you would go on to start a family. I always thought I wanted many children, but I didn’t think about how I’d end up having them. I am from a big and close-knit family, so I wanted a big family too.

    What was growing up like? 

    I have four sisters and a brother. My brother is the last child, so maybe my mum favoured him a little, but my dad was really big on his daughters. In our house, being a girl or a boy wasn’t that different. My mum had nine siblings; eight girls and one boy. Her mum really wanted a boy, and I think my mum was conscious of this — having a boy. My dad on the other hand came from a family with many girls and boys and was more progressive, so he didn’t seem to care.

    So what was your pregnancy experience like?

    I think before our generation, pregnancy seemed like a normal thing: you’d get pregnant and have a child. Nobody spent time speaking about the journey; instead, they talked about the labour. I found out really early about my pregnancy — in about the 2nd or 3rd week. I had two near miscarriages. I took a trip when I was five weeks pregnant, and on the flight, I noticed I was bleeding. I didn’t know flying wasn’t good for someone who was newly pregnant. As soon as I landed, I was taken to the airport clinic. I remember someone saying, “She’s in her first trimester, this happens all the time. It’s just tissue. If it’ll stay, it’ll stay.” 

    Wow

    I was like, what the hell is happening? I went back home in Nigeria and had a similar experience. I went to the hospital and the doctor did a test and told me that my body didn’t recognise I was pregnant, so it wasn’t producing hormones to take care of the baby growing inside me. I had to start taking hormone injections; I had never heard anybody speak about this. I couldn’t fly till I was past my first trimester. 

    The rest of my pregnancy was uneventful. But because of the anxiety I developed in my first trimester, I was always worried; I would wake up every day to see if my baby was moving. It got so crazy, I bought a heart monitor to listen to her heartbeat.  That was something I wasn’t prepared for. When we talk about how people don’t talk about pregnancy, it’s mostly because everybody’s experience is so different that there’s almost nothing to go by.

    Fair enough. 

    Yeah. I didn’t have a physically tough pregnancy, but it was mentally tough for me as I was in a different city by myself, with only my husband. It was really lonely not having my extended family around. My baby was overdue for over two weeks, and my mum was like, this has never happened in our family, it’s crazy. My pregnancy journey was long, enjoyable, beautiful, but I was mostly tired of being pregnant.

    I can imagine. What has motherhood been like for you?

    Haha. Very crazy. I like my daughter, so the more I like her, the more I like being her mother. But, it’s so tough. It took me a while to remember that I am separate from my child. Motherhood gets so overwhelming, it becomes all of your identity. But now, I really like being a mum. I like being my daughter’s mother; that’s part of my identity. It took me a while to accept it, by removing myself out of it, then choosing it. Knowing that this is part of my identity doesn’t make me feel less of who I am.

    My daughter is three now. I went to work when she was seven weeks old because I felt like I really needed that. Then it got to a point where I felt I really needed to be at home with her; I did that. When the lockdown began, I realised that I have to be best friends with her because she’s an only child. She’s the reason I get out of bed on some days and that gives me a sense of purpose. 

    Compared to being born and raised in Nigeria, how has raising your child outside Nigeria been?

    Growing up, I had a lot of extended family and friends around, which meant everybody had an opinion about how you were being raised, and it was so easy for that to be projected on your parents.There was a lot of “what will people say?” even in the littlest choices. While my child may not have that communal feeling, I get to raise her with less thought to what people will think. But, I think children like mine miss out on that familiarity and safety I had growing up.

    What are some things you’re already worried about with raising your child? 

    I don’t know if it’s a Nigerian thing, but I hope my kid doesn’t have to hear a thing like, “What will you be doing in your husband’s house?” or “Let the boys go first.” I have always worked around social change, and my motivation is that I want my daughter to grow up in a better world.

    When I was a child, I would wait till 4 p.m. before watching TV because that was when it came on. But for my kid’s generation, there is so much information they have access to, and I am conscious of the fact that it’s my responsibility to filter what my child is exposed to.

    Also, she didn’t ask to be here so it is my responsibility to make her life work while also respecting her autonomy as a person. It’s very interesting and often challenging to navigate.

    My parenting journey has made me even more passionate about women having adequate reproductive health information and resources. Children shouldn’t have to be born as a consequence to parents who don’t want to have them.

    This makes me wonder about the work you do with Sanitary Aid. Is there a personal story there?

    Just before I turned 10, my parents asked how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. That year, I had just found out what an orphanage was. I told my parents I wanted to take my cake to an orphanage, and they were so excited that they ended up letting me throw three parties: one at home, another in church and the third at an orphanage. It was almost like I was rewarded for that thought. 

    I became a volunteer teacher when the IDP camps started and gradually started getting involved in social work. My bishop then had adopted kids, and they became my friends. I would teach them, and whatever project I had begun with them.

    I liked how it made me feel when people I worked with were happy, so it was almost like a selfish thing for me. 

    How did all of these lead to creating Sanitary Aid? 

    Sanitary Aid was a Twitter conversation about donating pads versus condoms. I remembered when I was in secondary school and my pocket money was  200 or 300 naira. There was no way I’d have been able to afford pads if they were sold for their current prices. 

    I had always thought about the issues affecting women and how we could make our lives better. Sanitary Aid was an avenue to help. Women having dignity and information was an agenda for us. It opened my eyes to how different experiences shape the things we do. I’m a feminist; to me feminism means equality because women lose so much to gender inequality. We lose so much time, respect, dignity and money to not being equal. This is one of the reasons I joined the Feminist Coalition, and the focus has been on how we can create more opportunities for women. I am very committed to conversations and work that promote women’s rights and give them visibility and help underserved communities.

    This was how Sanitary Aid started, and a few weeks after that, I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t know what I was getting into when it just began.

    How were you able to manage Sanitary Aid while pregnant?

    It’s just kudos to my team and family because they have always supported the project. We have grown into a full blown organisation and have public support. So, people who want to help do it on behalf of the organisation. That gap existed and all that was needed was a conversation to be had, which we did.

    It would have succeeded with or without me because there are always people willing to do something about the problems we have in the society. 

    What challenges do you and the organisation face?

    Some of the challenges are that some things, such as getting approval, take so much time. Then there is financial constraint. It’s important for me to create spaces where women can talk and be heard and question why we find things more appealing when we hear it from men than from women who are the ones experiencing this thing.

    One thing that always happens in this kind of work is that there is always going to be somebody else, and I’m totally not against so many people doing the same thing. If I wake up tomorrow and realise that there is no more period poverty, I’d be so happy regardless of who made that happen. As long as people are making change, that’s great. But, it’s also important that we question ourselves on why we are not listening when women are saying the same thing.

    What does success look like for Sanitary Aid?

    It’s a lot of things: it’s getting to the point where we have our social enterprise that will fund Sanitary Aid. Currently, we rely on partnerships and donations, which aren’t sustainable. I am very big on sustainability because so many people depend on us, and we can’t afford to crash and fall out of what we are doing. Success will also be having policies that tackle period poverty, even if it’s the government giving out free pads to girls. Also, we want to get to a place where we have funding for research in Nigeria on women’s reproductive health and reaching more girls and women. Success for us is a lot of things, but it’s mostly us being able to fund ourselves, more girls and women having access to sanitary pads and hygiene education. Period poverty is a by-product of poverty, so without tackling poverty and the issues that stop women and girls from having access to sanitary pads and makes them choose less hygienic means, we are never going to get to where we need to get to as a country. 

    We need to tackle poverty head-on. Not having access to information on Sexual and Reproductive health has a long term effect on women’s lives. I hope we get to where even the government is talking about the importance of menstrual hygiene and having access to quality and affordable products.

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  • We are gathered here because some human said black people will be able to activate superpowers on the 21st of December. The jokes online are just hilarious and outrageous. So, we’ve decided to compile a list of superpowers black women will finally have from December 21st.

    1. Stop all periods

    No more periods with cramps and mood swings from hell. With superpowers comes the need to end unnecessary suffering. Black women will finally be able to stop their periods without getting pregnant or having weird side effects.

    2. Activate natural birth control

    With superpowers, black women will finally be able to activate a birth control means that have no side effects whatsoever. So, the days of bloating, headaches, hormonal imbalance, partial blindness, all because we’re trying to avoid pregnancy, will end.

    3. Take long evening walks… ALONE

    If you ever take a stroll at night and see an unescorted black woman, chances are she is a witch or a mythical creature because most black women can’t take walks, runs, jogs, strolls without fearing for their lives. Having superpowers would give women the confidence they need to do simple things like this without fearing for their safety.

    4. Eradicate breast cancer

    Breast cancer is the second leading cause of cancer in women after lung cancer and breast cancer death rates are 40% higher among black women than white women. Imagine a world where women don’t have to suffer the pains of treating breast cancer. They can just snap their fingers like Thanos, self-heal and move on with their lives. Having superpowers would be a game-changer for black women.

    5. Open Jars and zippers by themselves

    What most women won’t tell you is that they got married so they can have someone to open their jars and unzip their dress for them. To be fair, jars are extremely difficult to open. Most jars are designed as if only bricklayers and people who do hard labour can open them, that’s where the men come in. However, superpowers mean that women don’t need men any more for stuff like this. We good here.

    6. Eradicate all pain attached to pregnancy

    You will not believe the shit women have to go through to have babies. Some women lose their teeth, others lose their sight or sense of hearing. Most women even have postpartum depression. Why? Just so we can have babies. Well, December 21st will bring a new dawn. NO MORE PAIN. Black women will now be able to procreate without all the hazards of procreating.

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  • Having a child anywhere in the world is by no means easy. From the stress of carrying a baby for nine months to the stress of actually giving birth, it’s a lot for one person to handle. That’s why when the conversation around childbirth and spouse support for women (aka being there and actively helping) during pregnancy and childbirth came up on Twitter today, we decided to ask a few women about their own personal experiences. Here’s what they said:

    Aisha, 37

    This is not exactly a childbirth story, but we lost our baby at seven months. My husband was by my side all through. We were planning a move to a new state on account of his new job just about the time this happened. He abandoned the opportunity to stay with me. It was an excruciating thing to be in and even with him being there, I felt alone, but he was there for me.

    Tinu, 32

    My husband and I were separated just before I was due. I’d found out he was cheating (again). So I told myself I had to leave — can’t bring up my child in that environment. Childbirth itself wasn’t hard, I guess. I’m lucky because the stories I heard prepared me for the worst. Interesting enough, the moment he heard I had gone into labour, he showed up, although I didn’t actually see him till after.

    Mariam, 27

    The experience was bittersweet. Bitter because the pain was excruciating, if that’s putting it mildly. Sweet because the moment my baby’s head was out, it felt like I was on top of the moon. It was so surreal… I literally forgot all the pain. My husband was with me all through.

    Mekwe that you mekwe and enjoyed together. Now time to born you’ll now leave her alone? Ah.

    My husband didn’t eat throughout that day. First it was from seeing me in so much pain, food was the last thing on his mind, then over excitement after the baby came. It was the following morning I was asking him if he had eaten. I told him to leave the ward and not come back till he ate something bcos me wey born sef don dey chop already.

    My mother came to stay with me after we were discharged.All I had to do was just eat, sleep and feed my baby. My mum didn’t let me lift a finger. And my husband was so obsessed. If I wasn’t feeding her (my baby) and she wasn’t sleeping, he was with her.

    Nneka, 38

    I’m a single mother, not exactly by choice. I told my ex that I was pregnant and he ghosted. When it was this close to my labour date, my mum and sister moved in with me. I had been scared that I would be alone during the entire thing. I was a little proud and didn’t want to ask them to come, but when they showed up, I didn’t even argue. Which is lucky for me because I passed out just a few days before I was due and needed help getting to the hospital. They were with me all through. I don’t think I was ever alone in those first few days. I’m not sure if my ex knows or cares that I have his child. I tried to reach out a few years ago because my child was asking questions. He’s active on Twitter, and I assumed this was the best platform. I was ignored.

    Sope, 26

    I gave birth during the heat of Covid. I was in labour for hours. They told my husband to go back home because he couldn’t be in the ward with me and neither could he be in the hospital because of the Covid rules. He didn’t go home. He stayed in the car and kept parading the building, asking about me. Even after I gave birth and they said he should go home, the same thing.

    Akpevwe

    My own childbirth story is that I was dragging this man’s cloth from home asking him why he impregnated me. I can laugh about it now, but I was dead serious. My grouse with my husband wasn’t that he wasn’t there. It was that after giving birth, he expected everything to go back to normal. We didn’t have any help. It was just both of us. He expected that I would start cooking again, that my body would fall back in shape in no time and sex would commence very soon. He didn’t say this out loud, but I felt the resentment. Na so we resented each other because I didn’t do shit if it wasn’t for my baby or myself. The good thing is we eventually recognised our problems and talked about it. We couldn’t afford help, as that would have been the next best thing. We learnt to communicate and all.

    Ngozi, 22

    When my mum was having her last child, we didn’t know where our dad was. He came back after a few months and said to the new child, “Ahan, did you grow smaller?” He thought that was our younger sister.

    Titi

    After a very stressful, 38 weeks pregnancy, I opted for a CS delivery. Stressful because the first four months were hell. I lost weight, couldn’t hold down food or water and vomited till my stomach acid eroded my esophageal lining and blood followed. I was just one symptom away from hyperemesis gravidarum (a pregnancy complication that is characterized by severe nausea, vomiting, weight loss, and possibly dehydration).

    I spat whatever little water stayed down and carried a spittle cup around. I couldn’t go to work and had to resign. Then Covid came. The last five months were better, though I still vomited and spat every other day. I was admitted a day before the procedure. Last minute checks were done and everything we needed was bought. Surgery went great. My husband and my mum ran all the errands. My mum stayed with me for the 4 days I was there while my husband and his parents came every morning with food and other things, watched me sleep, then left in the evening. Doctors didn’t want more than 1 person staying over because of Covid.

    Let nobody say CS is easier than vaginal birth. They are identical twins of the same mother. I was in pain. Couldn’t bend, sit, laugh, cry. Stitches will just be pulling. I dreaded having to pee because it meant I had to walk 5 steps to the toilet. I was bent over and anytime I tried to straighten up, I cried. I couldn’t sleep either. Just tossed and turned every night. The last night before I was discharged, my pentazocine finished. The nurse said it was time to switch to oral painkillers. I cried and begged her till she went looking for pentazocine for me around 11pm. Breast milk didn’t come immediately. We had to wait for that one too for about 2 days. My mum followed us home after I was discharged and stayed for 41 days. My mother in law came every single morning and left in the evening. While I stayed in bed, they took care of baby and I only carried him when he needed to eat. I felt relieved after childbirth, considering the things I went through. My body and appetite came back (I cried so much in pregnancy because I thought I lost them forever). I’m thankful for my child because he is an answer to prayers. I’m still getting help by the way. After my mum left, my mother in law has fully taken over and if I sit down and actually think about it, I don’t think I’ve bathed my child myself up to 10 times. I can do it. I just don’t have to. For context, he is 4 months plus.


    Names have been changed to protect the identity of the women.

  • Pregnancy, is a wonderful gift. It is a privilege to be able to bring life into this world. That was what they told us. These tweets however, tell us something VERY different.

    1) YOU CAN TEAR FROM YOUR VAGINA TO YOUR ANUS

    When I heard about this, I had to put down my cup. You can what to your what!?!?!?!? Constipation is bad enough, and we already feel like something is tearing, but for it to actually tear?????? Lord, let this cup pass over me.

    2) BLEEDING

    It is actually not a period, because some women do not get their period until six to eight weeks after birth or till after they finish breastfeeding, but why in the name of the Lord am I bleeding for up to forty days? Who did I offend?

    3) BREASTFEEDING PAIN

    WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

    I think I need a drink

    4) CHANGES IN VISION

    If you use glasses, the changes in vision might well…

    5) WEAK BONES

    Ha ha ha ha, we are in danger

    6) INTERNAL DAMAGE

    Bruising, dislodging joints, weight on nerve endings, someone get me a seat

    7) DEPRESSION AND OTHER PHYSICAL ILLNESSES

    They say the kids outweigh the cons of childbirth, we would let you be the judge.

    At the end of the day, every woman’s body is different. Visit your doctor regularly, and try to stay healthy. As for me, I WILL be talking to my doctor about birth control options. Thank you mommy Twitter, for doing what years of education did not.