ojebiyi fisayo TEDDY 🦋

My mum said, WRONG MUMMY oooooo. I no longer wonder “what if.” Because now I know….. That story could have ended very differently.

At What Point Should I Have Said No? Or did I allow things go too far by saying yes?

I no get plenty talk today, las las na wetin dey your mind you go do🙄 Luke 6:31 Uw💜

There’s something the world has normalized that I’ve never accepted growing up and I still don’t. Insults disguised as jokes. Because I don’t accept this, I hear things like: “You look fun, but you really are not.” “You’re too serious.” But tell me… is it still a joke when it touches insecurities? When it pokes at vulnerabilities? When it leaves a mark long after the laughter fades? That’s not humor. That’s hurt packaged to look harmless. People who consistently “joke” about things that hurt you are not being playful, they’re being careless. And sometimes, they’re simply not your people. It might be hard to accept, but it’s freeing when you do. One thing I’m deeply grateful for is finding my tribe. I’m intentional about the people I keep close. We laugh, we play, we joke but never at the expense of each other’s dignity. I don’t have friends I can’t breathe easy around. I don’t have to shrink, guard myself, or brace for the next “joke.” We don’t tiptoe but we also don’t disrespect. So if you’re like this and people call you “too sensitive,” maybe, just maybe you’re not the problem. You can be strong, grounded, and still refuse to accept disrespect. Don’t let anyone gaslight you into staying in friendships or spaces that do not build you up. “For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.” — Matthew 12:34 So no, I don’t take insults as jokes. And I don’t allow just anyone to speak negativity into my life disguised as humor. It’s not always easy especially if you’ve never set that standard before. But it is possible. Your people, your real people, will never have an issue with your standards.

Mothering Sunday 2026🌸 Happy Mother’s Day to me! I absolutely love this ministry. 🌹 Thank you, Jesus, for the privilege to mother great nations. Happy Mother’s Day to everyone who mothers a child, whether born of their heart or their womb. I celebrate you. Happy Mother’s Day, iya Oba. You mothered me well, and because of you, I know what is possible. You carried out your role with such joy, like a true calling. Thank you. 🌸

The one I was on a Valentine mission…🌹🌹 It’s March but I can’t get Valentine’s Day off my mind😭 #stories #lagosstories #love #lovestories

I am sending virtual flowers to all the women in my life. I wish I could send a real flower to each and every one of you. If you read this as a woman and you have ever been kind to me in any way, please know that I honor you deeply. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

The other day my lover told me to strike a pose ✌️

“She calls me brother, I call her sister too.” We all joke about that phrase and move on with our day. To never understand the depth of that pain is a blessing. But for those who do , I see YOU. It’s not that they called each other siblings that hurts. It’s that they made you look foolish. You sat with this person. You laughed with this person. You probably even called her “sister” too because your partner said so. The humiliation creeps in quietly , the realization that you were made to look cheap. That he watched you accept her hand-me-downs. That he ridiculed you in the most inhumane way. And somehow, it’s even harder to forgive yourself because deep down, you saw it. You always knew. You tried to be “woke.” You tried to be understanding. You told yourself it was innocent. But you knew it didn’t start that way. You sensed something deeper, something unspoken. Yet you stayed quiet. Because you didn’t want to be the stumbling block to his success.
Because he called her his “helper.”
Because you didn’t want to be misunderstood. So you adjusted. You played along. Until you couldn’t anymore. You complained. You expressed discomfort. And that’s when the bigger hurt arrived. Not just that he had this “sister.”
But that he didn’t think you were worth adjusting for. Talking about it now made you a terrible person. He seeks his justification in the idea of your supposed male friendships. Even when you became vocal about how you felt, he amplified it. He showcased her more. He told his family she was the best thing since sliced bread. That no woman had helped him succeed like she had. Should he give that up for you? And just like that, your feelings became negotiable. Even after you left, he still announces to the world, “Here comes my sister.” Whether it ever stayed at “sister” or not is no longer your concern. But what remains is this truth:
His “sister” was always more important than you. And that pain among all the others sits with you, whether you like it or not.

In the spirit of love … Galentine’s, Valentine’s… I found myself thinking about a different kind of love. The one I lost. A friendship that meant more than I knew at the time. Be honest, If you were in my shoes, what would you have done differently? (PS: I changed every name in this story except mine.) #Sombodysaystorytime #story