Posted in Healthup with GJ

For Ayo…

Hi, ALian. 💜

Don’t stone me yet. I can explain, trust me, but not in this blog post.

This one is for Ayo.

Ayo is a 25 year old digital marketer and ‘forex trader’ who works from home. He has two ‘heavy’ meals each day and snacks in between.
The only fruit he eats is groundnut (that has to count, my dear). His father died 5 years ago and was a known hypertensive, but as we all know, “he died after a brief illness”.

Every week he has to check on his mother who has type II diabetes.
He doesn’t know yet that today is world Hypertension day. However, he had salted dodo for breakfast and added two tablespoons of salt to the rice he had with stew for lunch.
Last week he testified in Church that he has never been to the hospital since he was born. Hallelujah!

Are you Ayo?

If yes, you should know that an estimated 1.28 billion adults aged 30-79 years worldwide have hypertension, most (two-thirds) living in low- and middle-income countries (Nigeria is part of this, dear) 🙂.

An estimated 46% of adults with hypertension are unaware that they have the condition. Less than half of adults (42%) with hypertension are diagnosed and treated.

And hypertension is a major cause of premature death worldwide.

You should also know that one of the greatest breakthroughs with non-communicable diseases is lifestyle modification.
Nigeria does not have a reliable health care system yet and while we keep hope alive, do not be the guniea pig.

Health insurance, if you can afford it, is not a sin, neither is it a luxury. The sick who is healed and subsequently engages unhealthy practices will need another healer.

I’m rooting for your health, as always! 🥂

Posted in Stories

The Carpenter’s Tool Box

Holla, ALian. 💜 I hope you had a productive week. I have testimonies I’ll share in the next entry. As the week winds to a close we have a gift for you. A story to guide your introspection. Fabian wrote a beautiful story. Enjoy.

The village carpenter took an hammer and skillfully sent a piece of nail into a furniture. He made chairs, and tables, and cupboards, furnitures of all kinds for the locals of the community.

One day, he received a contract to work on a very hard piece of timber. He was very glad to do this job. So, he called for a meeting among all his work tools, to pass on directives as to who and who did this particular job, seeing it wasn’t an everyday kind of work.

Fast-forward to the meeting’s end, the heavy duty mattock was chosen to take the hammers place. The hammer was so sad that he was replaced by a ‘not-so used’ mattock, and vouched not to work again. He felt inferior, and his pride got the better of him.

The hammer’s unbecoming was related to the carpenter; he was so displeased with the hammer, that he rebuked him for his pride. ” Everyone has his place. Everyone has his calling and timing. You can’t be everyone, you can’t do everything. Stick to your role ” the carpenter said.

On the morrow, the proud hammer was replaced with one who knew his place. One who had humility and contentment in his master dwelling richly in him. One who sought his master’s glory, just as he wanted it.


– Fabian ✌️