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Motherhood has changed me in many ways. Physically, mentally and in every other area, one area that motherhood has affected are my breast. Oh my!. How have the mighty fallen. My ones perky small oranges now look like flattened watermelons. My thighs, hahaha the thunder!. My tummy and arms aren’t left out. The stretch marks, story for another day.

I think my body had a grudge with me before. I try my best to be healthy and work on my supposed weaknesses. But I refuse to see them as such. They are all symbols of my journey to motherhood, I love my body so much and I am proud of it. I look at my kids and I would still choose to do it over again. It’s a little price to pay for this great opportunity to raise a new generation of God’s generals.

Also it’s not my fault ooo . I blame Eve, yes! If only she resisted the temptation to eat the fruit, I won’t be going through all this.

Yes “na she cause am”.

I know all this positivity but I still have to deal with comparing myself with the standard set by social media and all. It breaks my heart when I see someone barely a month into going through a life changing death defying process, getting worried about how and what can be done for flat tummy and all.

Mama it took you nine months to get to that shape, please rest. Enjoy your baby, concentrate on bonding with your child with time you would be fine.

You can choose to go under the knife to snap back ( I don’t think I can ever do this) I hate pain or you can choose to work out and live healthy whichever option you choose please do it at your own pace. Do not let anyone pressure you . Accept the ones you can change, love the ones you can’t all the same.


I have come to accept that my once fresh oranges are no more, I have come to love and accept my watermelons.




Childbirth changes everyone, some are physical changes and some are changes the eyes cannot see.

Isn't God awesome?

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Duchess POSTED THIS ON WEDNESDAY SPONTANEOUS POST

Good morning everyone

Please this is my own response to the chronicle poster of yesterday, I can so relate to the chronicle::

Dear poster you are not petty, and I'm so sorry you are going through all of this and your hubby is unable to put his feet on the ground. Birthing through CS is no joke you deserve all the pampering biko.

Let me share my own experience in my own case I had my baby she weighed 1.4kg through an emergency c section. I had preclampsia and we had to stay a while in the hospital. The birth was so eventful for both mother and child but thank God its history. All this while I had my mum and elder sis, and when we got home they were doing all the chores. 

I was so relieved, though I didn't allow them bathe the baby cos i told them I been taught how to bathe her and I wouldn't want to do otherwise. Their job was to arrange the bathe area, clean up and dress the baby. Everything was sha good till Mama started pestering my hubby that she wants to come that in Yoruba tradition its the hubbys mum that comes for omugwo. I sha sent my people back for Mama. What my eye saw that period ehnnnn.

 I was cooking different meals 3 times a day, taking care of mama and baby like my life depended on it. When my hubby comes back, I would cry with him in the room ehn, he would comfort and tell me that Mama won't stay with us forever. His soothing words alone did the magic. Mama was going for a confrontation but I didn't give in because of my husband. That was when I started my doughnuts business out of frustration so that I could leave the house cos mama was always mentioning her sons money every minute. 

Long story short one day she acted 1 drama and I just broke down and cried with my baby in my hands. She was expecting me to engage her in insults but I couldn't. I wasn't raised that way instead I knelt down and begged her. She too started crying that it was devils work. Meanwhile my hubby was already rushing home cos I had called him. He had intention to bundle her to the park. But when he came I had to beg him at the gate before he entered the house. 

Mama sha spent another month with me and we became very close. When she went back to the village, I heard she kept on singing my praises.

So fast forward to last year when I had my 2nd, another emergency C-section. I had preeclampsia again, the birth was very eventful, fortunately I was already approaching 8 months so baby was a bit big. Meanwhile Mama was already in Lagos cos I had previously told him to bring her for treatment but lockdown didn't allow her travel back as at when due. During the course of her stay she went to her other sons house my BIL for visit. Those ones had 2 maids. During the course of her visit, I had my 2nd baby.

 When we got home my hubby quickly told me "My dear no body is coming for omugwo, me n u will do it together"

Mama cried to come back ehnnnn, my hubby told her that I've gone to my mums place. In his words, I can never put you through another episode. Few months I would go n vist her there with my baby, we would gist. She would remind me that when I'm strong enough. She wants to come over.


One thing sha led to another, she fell ill over there and she was later moved back to our place. Hubby got a nurse, cos none of her children wanted her. They all complained that they couldn't take care of her ooo. 

I sha volunteered and they all came to my house oooo. That one is another story. Mama later passed on, I believe I've shared the story here..

Another episode happened recently, life happened to my big bro and he he had to put up with us for a while. It wasn't a big deal for us. But after few weeks my bro started leaving his dirty plates in the clean sink for me to wash.

 First time, I thought it was an oversight, 2nd time I jokingly told him, he said he slept off. I didn't know my hubby was taking notes, 3rd time again he did it.

 Unfortunately for him my hubby came in before I did and met the plates he calmly washed it. Immediately I came in, he quietly told me " I just finished washing your brothers plate" and he stepped out calmly. 

He sha reentered the house and everything was going on normal levels till I received a call from my immediate elder sis. My hubby had called her and reported my brother that in his words "How can bro be stressing my wife unnecessarily? She would wake up early in the morning take care of the house, cook and clean before she goes to work and Egbon feels he has the audacity to pile his dirty plates from morning till evening for my wife to come back from work to come and wash as the house girl lai laid oo,"

My sis sha apologised, ooo and she scolded my big bro. He came to apologise and never tried it again. Infact until he left, he made sure to keep the house clean till he left.

Bottom line, post partum mothers should not be stressed biko........

Sorry for my long epistle, my dear poster poster, I stand with you ooo n keep praying for your hubby





Nice Narrative, plus you and your hubby applied Solomon's Wisdom. Not every child can stand up to their parents, it is left for you to now look for ways to handle it.

Some people will be making mouth but if the tables turn, they will also not be able to talk to their parents.....

Please why do people add ''Sha'' to words? What does it mean? Sometimes i remove it from mails i receive but I am beginning to think it means something.

Someone please educate me.

The person who advised me to stop giving advice on the Chronicles segment of my Blog, do you need Panadol? Some days we get it wrong and some days we get it right but I stand by what i said in Tuesdays chronicle, if you disagree with me , its fine.

Kisses.

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