MEDMIMI

A proud Igbo lady ❤️

What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?

As an Igbo lady, one aspect of my cultural heritage I cherish deeply is our food and the way it ties into celebration. During ceremonies like weddings and burials, Igbo delicacies are always at the center of togetherness and joy. From the rich taste of ofada rice with sauce, to the comforting flavors of oha soup, onugbu (bitter leaf soup), abacha (African salad), porridge ukwa (breadfruit), and the refreshing touch of palm wine, each dish carries history, identity, and unity. They are not just meals but symbols of hospitality, abundance, and shared love.

Beyond the cuisine, I am equally proud of the dance and music that define us. The waist movements, rhythmic drumbeats, and graceful steps are more than entertainment — they are storytelling, cultural expression, and a reminder of our deep-rooted heritage. Together, the food, the dances, and the celebratory spirit speak of who we are as a people: resilient, vibrant, and united in community.

These aspects of my cultural heritage are one I’d always be proud to be called an Igbo lady.

The best advice I ever received…

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

My mentor’s words still ring so bright:
“Hold God tight, through day and night.”
A grip unshaken, firm, secure—
A faith that teaches me to endure.

My mother’s voice is so calm, so sure:
“One with God is majority, pure.”
No crowd can stand, no storm defeat,
When I walk with Him, my steps are complete.

My sister smiles, her heart aflame:
“Baruch Hashem”—bless His name.
Gratitude in every breath,
A sacred anthem over life and death.

And once my favourite ex lover, he said, in moments still,
“Talk to God about it, and you will
Find peace within, find light above,
A gentle whisper of His love.”

All these threads now weave in me,
A single truth, my melody:
Pray about everything, small or grand,
Place it all in His holy hand.

For every voice has shown the same,
Different tongues, yet one refrain:
In every trial, joy, or strife
God is the anchor of my life.

My soul finds its strength from my creator

What things give you energy?

God Gives Me Energy

When my strength is gone,

His power lifts me.

“When I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Cor. 12:10).

He renews me like the eagle,

teaches my weary feet to run and not faint (Isa. 40:31).

My soul finds its fire in Him—

for I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13).

I Don’t Have a Title for This Feeling-Only the Emptiness I Feel, Read My Heart.

I’d say emptiness — just that feeling of nothingness.

I can’t even find a title for what I’m feeling, or the words to name it.

So I’ll let my hands rest and let my emotions speak loud instead.

Hi guys, it’s her emotion. Sometimes I’m excited and overflowing with life — ready to break a Guinness record or ace every goal. Other times, like now, I feel perplexed: a state where I don’t know what to feel or how to define it. I’m not happy, I’m not sad, I’m not confused — I’m everything and nothing.

My emotions feel dead.I carry a weight in my chest and have no one to share it with. Maybe I could tell my spiritual mentor — what do I even say? “Nothing.” That’s the truth: I don’t feel anything. She’d say, “Mimi, pray. Talk to God. My altar burns at 3 a.m., but still I’m not alright. As a Christian I’m supposed to be fully optimistic, but right now, I have no energy for positivity or negativity.

Maybe I’ll call my sister. She’d probably reply, “Mimi, you’re not a child anymore. Dust yourself off and make money. Life isn’t about feelings; it’s about the value you bring.”

Or I’ll ring my mother — she’d hear the phone, sigh, and tell me she can’t help financially right now. “I’ll hustle, call you back later.

“Friends? I smile in my pain; I don’t wear my feelings on a mask. How would they believe me when I say I’m empty? What would I even tell them?

There’s a situationship guy I could call — but why burden him? He’s not my boyfriend. What if he gaslights me or uses my secret against me? The secrets I carry are heavy.

And then my fingers itch to text an ex — not just any ex, but my favourite. I just want to call: “Hi papi. I need a hug. I’m drowning in thoughts. My mind is clouded. I’m emotionally drained and numb.

” I want to say, “How have you been? It’s been two years of the game: #nowyouseemenowyoudont.

I want to tell him: I graduated, thanks for signing my shirt — I’ll forever smile at that memory. I’m leaving university soon and stepping into the world God is calling me to, and lowkey I’m terrified. What if I find someone who makes my heart beat the way you once did? What if we never cross paths again?

I’m glad you’ve moved on. I have no miraculous expectations. I’m just sad that I might never see my first love again.

I promised myself if I had the chance to say hi before I left, I’d say a few things — but now I have no words. I can’t say I love you because that love has changed. I can’t say I hate you because even in dislike my heart aches. If I meet you before I leave, I’ll probably say nothing, hug you tight, breathe you in, cry, and leave.

If wishes were coin, I’d be rich by now.

In the end, in this emptiness, I realize there are only two people I can fully pour out to: God and myself. They are the ones I trust. That’s all I have to say.

Proudly written by emotions, not hands.

Can you get pregnant through (Fellatio and Cnnilingus) Oral sex?

It’s crazy and unbelievably shocking right? It is scientifically recorded that you can’t get pregnant through oral sex ,no doubt . While you are thinking let’s take this minute to fathom the theory behind ORAL SEX.

At the point when an individual Sextually uses their mouth to physically invigorate the private parts of their partner, this is known as oral sex.

On a female, oral sex typically involves licking or sucking the clitoris and other vulva parts outer privates. Cunnilingus is one more name for it. You’ve likely heard the term eating out previously. Sucking or licking the penis is an illustration of oral sex performed on a male. It’s known as Fellatio. You’ve without a doubt heard it alluded to as a penis massage or something to that effect. Since the implications of this words are not generally clear, they may baffle. Blow job,for model, has nothing to do with blowing, and eating doesn’t have anything to do with biting. Certain individuals might discover some shoptalk wording hostile. Since different individuals appreciate various things, there is no “right” method to lead oral sex on somebody.

First recorded “Miracle Pregnancy”

A lady was caught having oral sex with her boyfriend, (an ex-boyfriend had spotted her in the act, performing oral sex on a new boyfriend, and he proceeded to stabbing her in her colon , She was immediately rushed to the hospital and was taking into the theater for surgery . After 280 days she visited the hospital because of the surgery she had previously and her medical records showed that she had a growing foetus inside her (the young innocent sperm journey did lasts 280 days).

“A plausible explanation for this pregnancy is that the semen in which she swallowed during oral sex [sperm] swam effortlessly through the digestive system and gained access to the reproductive organs via the injured gastrointestinal tract,” and finally meeting the egg and fertilised it .

Two Things to note here: Sperm can swim, and survive! Yeah! And, while this story is fascinating and shocking, oral sex is not a viable route to pregnancy. Aside from this highly unique story, Experts say it just doesn’t happen (just in case you’re fidgeting right now). In fact, medical experts call this a case study, which is also debated and doubted by some. HOWEVER I TAKE NO SIDES ..

Now before you conclude that oral sex has no limitation or its a free way to have sex with no fear of pregnancy. It is advised you know the full health condition of your partner before you decide to swallow semen or lick a vulva .

Now stay sweet 😋and prioritize your health, drop a nice comment below and what you want me to write about next 😉. Kisses 💋 BYE 👋.

CIRCLE ⭕

A journey that began with days, grew to months and now its 4 years gone.

The rush of emotions I fill are so heavyweight and can’t fit into notion of too many sentences so I’d start with how it all began.

A group of individuals from all backgrounds , you could imagine all states fully represented in a friendship. Lol we weren’t 26 as the states of Nigeria. But we were alot, I don’t really know our individual side of the story or how it all began from our experience. But ride with me.

A group of 17 Sharp medical nerds that decided to come together to read, sike we were really more than needs or friends, a family bond so strong that we hust couldn’t fall out, we shared most meal together, drinks were never taken alone or in secrets, get together was fun in our large complete numbers, we shared every pain, happy days and every relationship struggles together ( inside this evian another evian always dey inside) . Well we grew individually but we gre beyond the department comprehension together. In every step we took we were always hiding hands, not like we consciously hold our hands to move, but in every department assignment submission, political campaign, outreaches, dance crew, leadership positions, and every fight our hand was always held tightly to someone and it was always a circle member. We unintentionally grew beyond friendship bonds, was ours covalent or electrovalent bonding, because you all my friends are not just a memory but an experience I would forever love and cherish.

Siting with my pen, in a dark cloudy night and staring with a sharp gaze and the sky and all I can read are the stars, effortlessly playing a full drama scene of all our memories, and with a full chest, I promise not to be teary while writing this but follow me on this journey together.

I remember so well like it was yesterday how my favourite 2 lovey Dovies are always trying to read their NPC novel in the dark class or outside under the moon, while she places her head calmly on her man’s lap and they open the book but never read pass the first line of page.

I recall one unusual night while 2 angels read their books and decided to step out only to come back and ask a question that I can’t help but laugh ” abeg you help me see my black bag for here’ 😂 was like a movie because I didn’t know this two girly angels , but in my sharp remembrance I recall how every one present was trying to find this bag that had her phone inside and many other valuables. It was really painful to see her sad, bit it was more beautiful to see team work play out effectively.

Ride with me , I recall this 2 couples and another two fair couples all sweet love show playing out every night. Nothing intense, but soft and intentional. Still wonder what happened to them.

We took are very 1st photo together, and it was so weird how we looked to beautiful then but when we view them now we just cringe . In all our massive number, its sad that we dropped in numbers but that bond hust never grew weak. I can’t recall a day where we weren’t together . It could be just seven of the 17 friends or sometimes 10 or mostimes 14 but we just never dropped to a remaining number of five or anything less. If you ask me that’s growth.

How can I end without remembering all our fun nights, memories and night we gather together to settle discus or to strengthen the bond. A stranger could swear that it was a cult or rather a fake click. But only us knew what we were, some days we were friends, some days we were helping the needy , some days we were saving broken ships and other days we were a family, clinking 🥂 the glasses to not only a semester but to 4years of strength and unending growth.

I will hold y’all hands while I say this, I love y’all so much beyond what my heart muscles can handle. That’s right even my media-sternum feels the strength of my love for every one of you. it’s only higher from here cheers 🍻

Serenity ☄️🌸

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

You can’t see me, but if you could feel me,

you’d know I move quietly—

not out of fear, but because peace feels like home to me.

I don’t fill rooms with noise.

I fill them with presence, with stillness, with a kind of softness that’s rare.

But when I’m safe—when I’m with those who see me without needing to look—

I can laugh loud and speak freely.

I open like sunlight through clouds,

and in those moments, I am entirely alive.

I have my beautiful days—

days where I feel like I’m blooming from the inside out.

And I have my difficult ones too—

where the smallest thing can open floodgates.

I feel deeply. Quickly. Sometimes all at once.

And on those days, life can feel heavier than it should.

But even then, I don’t lose myself—

I just feel more of me at once.

I’m sensitive—not weak, but finely tuned.

I notice. I care.

Compassion sits in my chest like a steady rhythm.

I give where I can, and I do it with open hands.

And love?

I don’t just give it—I know how to receive it, too.

I make room for it. I hold it gently.

I write. Oh, I love to write.

There are whole oceans of words inside me,

but only a few come out when needed.

When they do, they matter.

And when they don’t, it’s because silence has a weight of its own.

I’m drawn to the things that heal and things that are holy.

Medical books, scriptures, sacred words—

they nourish both my mind and my spirit.

I love Christ. I love God. I love Jesus.

That’s not just belief—it’s breath for me.

My peace, my compass, my rest.

I’m a girly soul—soft, feminine, tender with the world.

But don’t mistake that for fragility.

When I’m angry, I spark. Sharp and sudden.

But when I’m happy…

I become the most beloved flower in a sunlit field—

bright, warm, and full of joy that spills into everyone around me.

You can’t see me.

But if you could feel what it’s like to sit beside me,

to hear my heart even when I say nothing—

then you’d know:

I am a quiet force.

I am softness wrapped in strength.

I am more than what can be seen.

I am felt.

And I am worth knowing. 🌺

Anger 💢

A shadow of me you have become

I can’t seem to walk pass a mirror with out seeing you walk side by side with me.

A ranging hot air that fillss my nostrils when i set my eyes on you, with every memory of pain i recall in which you brought on me , as i was just a youth trying to give love.

Just a weapon 🔫 a pistol preferably with seven bullets and I promise to empty all aiming at your hippocampus in your brain.

I burn with so much anger and hatred at your sight, you make the air so thin for me to breathe, my bronchial struggles to get air just to your existence.

I am like a smoker in need of an inhaler. I burn my self out of pain because I can’t act out on the hatred I feel for you.

Just a quick meeting with you and I’d definitely remember to come with my pistol I promise this time I won’t miss a shot,

I swear I don’t want you dead , just an equal share of all the pain, tears and emotions I have ever felt for 4 years with you exciting around me, can you rest¿ not rest in peace but rest in agony, because what a beast you have become with each passing day , don’t hide in the shadow of a good son because you seem far from being a good son to your dad and the worst sibling to your brothers.

One minute I’m afraid to say I forgive you, then I pray for strength to et the past and pain go away so I can look at you with zero hate. With that prayer making it’s way to heavens gate to be answered you strike again with more wickedness and zero emotions to give a fk on what wrong you caused. Mr good man or should I say Mr perfect, nothing wrong can be done by you. Never! A perfect brother you are.

I’m sorry and not sorry but I hate you with every cells running down my bone marrow. I pray it changes or maybe it never changes because you deserve the worst of pain. I sincerely pray you never know what love ever feels like… you forever have to ‘manage’ your spouse forever.

IFUNANYA ‘M

A morning blessings for the one I love

Good morning Ify,

The dawn bends low to greet your face.

Sunlight tiptoes in awe of you,

As I whisper soft prayers into the wind

That peace will rise where your feet treads.

Let your day be draped in quiet joy.

Stitched with calm and flowing ease.

May men and every living creature be kind to you.

May favour surround you like a shield.

Like answered prayers up folding in day light

I do not take your breath for granted.

Every ‘good morning, baby’

Feels like sweet, like an embrace, like home.

So I say Daalu Nkem, for a love like this,

Wrapped in warmth, folded into forever

May your day bloom like a garden after rain, each hour of your day is scented with ease and wealth.

May Grace walk beside you silently like a calm friend.

And joy surprise you, again and again.

Like vow whispered into forever.

You Stay

Èkùrò là l’àbàkù Ewà

Some love vanishes when season shift,

But you—— you stay

Ìwò ni mo ri

When all I heard was silence,

But my spirit still reached for something holy.

In yoruba

They say,

‘Ekuro la l’ abaku Èwa—

b’ojò ń rò bòrún ñ ràn ‘

And it’s true.

You’re the timeless jewel

That weather cannot erase,

A smile that lingers where other fades

Your smile doesn’t shout

It arrives like memory ,

Like a prayer i once whispered and forgot.

A calm soul

Not just in sunshine,

But when everything falls apart

And if this fire is all I ever get right to rekindle.

Then I have lived well.

Because you—-

You are the flame that forgets how to die,

The stillness after the storm,

The soft forever.