Botanimist

Just a word of encouragement...

The JAMB results are out. Some people are rejoicing, and I’m genuinely happy for them. Even those who didn’t really read much but scored 200 and above are celebrating—and that’s okay. But I know there are some who carried their books every day, studied so hard, sacrificed sleep and comfort, yet didn’t get the score they hoped for.

Maybe you aimed for Medicine and saw 160. Maybe your heart sank seeing your result after all the effort you put in. If that’s you, I just want you to know this:

Don’t give up.
There’s always a reason behind every situation—God sees everything, including your hard work and sleepless nights. This might not be your moment, but your time is coming.

Please don’t say, “What’s the point of reading again?” or “I’ll never write JAMB again.” No. Take your time. Heal. Then get up and try again.

One day, it will be your turn. Don’t stop believing.

"You Don't Need a Man to Shine — Just Peace of Mind and You"

After the long, dragging hours at the bank, I finally made it home. My feet ached, my head buzzed, and all I wanted was to collapse face-first into my bed. I pushed open my room door, already picturing the comfort of my pajamas and peace.

Just then, my neighbor from across the hallway popped her head out and screamed, “Ah-ah! You’re shining today oh!”

I paused, one foot still halfway through my doorway. Shining? I glanced down at myself—wrinkled blouse, tired eyes, and a bag that felt like it held bricks. There was no “shine” here.

“I don’t see any shine o,” I said with a confused laugh.

She smirked and crossed her arms. “Abeg, who’s the new man?”

I blinked. “New what?”

“The man nau,” she winked. “That glow can’t be ordinary.”

I stood there, half amused, half baffled. So just because I dared to look halfway decent, it had to be a man? I shook my head slowly.

“No new man,” I said with a smile. “Maybe it’s just peace. Or maybe I’m finally choosing to shine… for me.”

She chuckled, not fully convinced, but I didn’t care. I shut my door gently behind me, smiled at my reflection, and thought: maybe she’s right. I am shining. And I don’t need anyone’s name attached to it but mine.

What Do Men Really Want? A Simple Moment, A Big Question

Today at the bank, I found myself standing because there were no empty seats. As I waited, something happened that made me stop and reflect.

A girl asked a man to stand up, claiming she had been there before him. In the midst of that, I noticed a pregnant woman sitting alone. Just then, two people got up from nearby seats. Before anyone else could take them, the pregnant woman reached out, placed her hand on one of the seats, and called to a man—her husband.

She was clearly trying to help him, offering a thoughtful gesture so he could sit down beside her. But to my surprise, he came closer, looked at her, and refused to sit.

That moment made me wonder—why? She was showing care, comfort, and love. Was he upset with her? Did he not want to be seen next to her? Or was there something deeper happening between them?

It made me think about a bigger question: What do men really want? When a woman, especially one who is carrying your child, offers a small act of kindness, why turn away?

Sometimes the smallest actions reveal the deepest truths.

Men, if you take anything from this—be kind to your wife. Especially when she’s pregnant. That’s when she needs your love, support, and presence the most.

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