A heartbreaking video has gone viral showing the emotional moment a mother shared the pain she experienced after her young daughter revealed that she was harmed by her teacher.

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During an interview, the grieving mother explained that the incident came to light at around 8 p.m. while she was bathing her daughter. She said her daughter suddenly complained of severe pain and told her that she was hurting in her private area.

The mother said she became concerned and immediately asked her daughter what had happened. According to her account, the child revealed that her teacher had inserted scissors into her private part.

Following the revelation, the mother said she rushed her daughter to the hospital for medical attention. After examination, the doctors reportedly told the family that there was no evidence of penetration, but the injuries the child suffered were consistent with the harm she described.

“My daughter came back from school around 1pm and when she came back we normally stay in my mom shop so in the night we go home, so when she came back around 2pm, she went to poo when she came back, my daughter told me that her Bumbum was paining her, Me I thought maybe it was the poo so in the night when i went to bathe her around 8 i Poured water on her private part, she said i should not touh her bumbum that it is paining her that her teacher, Aunty Oloma used scissors and put inside her bumbum so i went inside and open her legs i saw injuries on her private part” she said in a part

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@preciousonyii70 why is it that the teacher that they hand the child over to take care of,is now abusing the child.😭😭😭#goviral #trendiing #preciousonyii ♬ original sound – preciousonyii

A lady has taken to social media to share a frightening experience after claiming that her late mother appeared to her in a dream and left a mysterious item beside her bed.

In a video shared on TikTok, the woman revealed that her mother passed away in 2007 when she was just five years old.

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According to her, the experience happened shortly after she moved into her new apartment. She claimed that her late mother appeared to her in a dream and told her she had a gift for her.

She said that after waking up, she found a rope tied with cowries beside her bed, which left her frightened because it was similar to what she saw in the dream.

Speaking while appearing scared in the video, she said: “Ghosts are real, this is 12am in the midnight, I had a dream that my late mom appeared to me this is a woman that has died since 2007 when i was 5 years old she appeared to me i slept early because i was not feeling too well because i was having menstrual cramps My mom appeared to me in the dream, she came to bless my new apartment because this is my 1 week of staying in this new house and this is a totally different environment she said she came to bless me that she has a gift for me not for me to just wake up and see this beside my bed, this is the same thing she gave me in the dream”

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A Nigerian lady stranded in Ghana has taken to social media to plead with Nigerians for help after revealing that she was deceived into travelling to the country.

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According to the woman, a lady brought her and other women from Nigeria to Ghana, telling them they would be selling clothes. However, she said they were forced into prostitution after arriving in Ghana.

The woman, who has reportedly spent three years in Ghana, said she eventually followed a man who promised to help her, but the relationship resulted in her becoming pregnant.

She explained that after giving birth, the man stopped caring for her, while his family members also began maltreating her.

“My brothers and sisters plese you people should help me because now i want to go back to nigeria the woman that bring me from nigeria to ghana she bring us to sell cloth as we reached it is ashawo work so me i just followed one boy to help me but the boy got me pregnant as i gave birth, the boy does not want to mind me again even his parents are maltreating me so i want to go, You people should help me and find my family” she said in a part

The lady said she no longer wants to remain in Ghana and is desperately seeking assistance to return to Nigeria and reconnect with her family.

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@akua_ananse Please my Nigeria 🇳🇬 people help locate this lady parents she is stranded here in Oti region#nigeriantiktok🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬❤️❤️🇳🇬🇳🇬#Nigeralgovernment#fypシ゚viral ♬ original sound – Born🧑🏻‍🍼to succeed🙏😍💫💥

A video showing a woman crying and calling for help after being assaulted by her husband has gone viral on social media.

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In the video shared on TikTok, the woman could be seen in tears while showing her swollen eye and explaining that she was injured while trying to stop her husband from allegedly pushing his brother from a high-rise building.

The emotional woman, who appeared distressed, called on Nigerians for help as she narrated her experience and accused her husband of attacking her during the incident.

While crying, she was heard saying: “He don kee me oh, i don die oh, Nigerians have mercy upon me dont let me suffer like that, Biola wants to kee me he did not take care of my kids me said he wants to kee me”

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The husband has ran away 💔

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Nigerians have reacted to a viral video showing a woman whose appearance, particularly her nose, caught the attention of social media users.

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In the video shared on X, the woman could be seen arriving at an event while wearing heavy makeup and looking glamorous.

However, rather than focusing on her outfit or makeup, many social media users were drawn to the appearance of her nose, which quickly became a major talking point in the comments.

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The video that got everyone talking… Sometimes God is also a content creator, Now what is this? 😭😭 pic.twitter.com/96FzbiEIQ2

— Cleverly 💐 (@Cleverlydey4u) September 14, 2026

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A Nigerian woman has shared an emotional story about losing her marriage, job, business, and daughter while opening up about the difficult period she went through in her life.

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In a video shared on TikTok, the woman revealed that she started an Agbo (herbal medicine) business, which was doing well and growing rapidly before she experienced a series of painful setbacks.

According to her, shortly after starting the business, she lost her marriage and later lost her job as an accountant.

She explained that although she faced these challenges, she was determined to focus on raising her children and building her businesses, which included skincare products, herbal products, and hair care items.

Crying while narrating her experience, she said: “When I started this agbo buisness everything was going so well for me, After 1 month, I lost my marriage, what i did not do, they made it all vanish, The next day, I Lost my job as an accountant and it is not as if I was already a manager because I was controlling everything but my business was there and then my business can still feed me and my children (My two kids) and I have made it at the back of my mind that No marriage I want to face my children so I was into skincare product, herbal product, Hair kits and everything, The first thing i noticed is that my skincare, No body patronize me anymore as i began giving it out to people for free followed with hair kits (Shampoo, conditioner, Hair cream) I didnt notice, I didnt think about it because i know i didnt do any evil to anyone and then I began praying and fasting Monday-thursday I was always Praying and crying but my business was not moving.”

The woman said she later noticed that her herbal products, which were once among her best-selling items, were no longer attracting customers.

She claimed that she eventually discovered what she believed was responsible for the challenges she was facing and confronted the person she suspected.

She said: “Later on I noticed that all the best seller agbo nobody asks of it again and it now came to the stage of I would be selling my products I would be pricing it it is only what can feed me i was getting that one started from 2022 in 2024 the secrets was exposed that they are doing me and I didnt post my achievements oh I went to confront the person that did this thing to me saying “What did i do for you why are you dong me” i confronted her, 10 days after my baby girl (Her daughter,Asake) she was not sick, she has never been to hospital and what she usually used to have is malaria and when we treat her she is okay everyone knows her she is active hyperactive and very brilliant, my child became sick just 10 days we were treating malaria the drugs were not working, I rushed her to the hospital my daughter did not use 12 hours, she died in my arms in the hospital, the doctors tried after when she died, They said i was the one that killed her”

The grieving mother also revealed that the loss of her daughter was one of the most painful experiences she has ever faced, describing how her child had always been healthy, active, and intelligent.

She advised people to remain careful and pay attention to their surroundings, adding that people should be aware of those around them.

She said: “whether they post or not they should always be vigilant of their houses it is someone that knows the person that is doing the person”

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Lady Reveals How She Lost Marriage, Job, Business and Daughter After Keeping Achievements Private pic.twitter.com/gNynQpBH2f

— Iamelizabeth (@elizabethblogng) September 15, 2026

A Nigerian woman has expressed deep frustration over the country’s poor electricity supply, revealing that constant power outages have affected her work, career opportunities, and ability to create content.

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In a video shared on TikTok, the woman was seen crying as she opened up about how unreliable electricity has caused her to lose several international gigs and job opportunities.

She explained that when she previously worked with foreign clients, she often had to visit her friends’ homes to charge her laptop because she did not want to disappoint them or miss deadlines.

The woman also revealed that the electricity situation continues to affect her creative projects, including a video she was making for a beauty competition. According to her, she had already started filming and applying makeup when the power went out, forcing her to stop the process.

She added that even when electricity is restored, the supply is often too weak to power important equipment.

Crying while speaking, she said: “I hate Nigeria I hate Nigeria……I hate Nigeria with the core of my beingwith every single thing in me little things that should not be a problem is a big issue in this country little things that should not even go far why is electricity still hard to get in 2026 in big 2026? Do you know how many people have missed job interviews? Do you know how many people have missed foreign gigs because of electricity?”

She recalled how she previously had to rely on friends’ homes to charge her laptop while working for international clients so she could complete assignments and submit them on time.

The woman explained that her current struggles with electricity have affected her ability to produce makeup and fashion content, noting that filming requires proper lighting and equipment.

She said she was preparing a video for a beauty competition when the power supply interrupted her work, leaving her unable to continue filming.

According to her, she has also spent money buying fuel to run alternative power sources, despite her financial struggles.

She said: “electricity is a big problem is like when you talk about electricity, you’re talking about something that is in a foreign land, something as basic and common as electricity.”

The content creator explained that power issues have reduced the amount of content she creates because of challenges such as heat, poor lighting, and equipment failure.

She added: “I don’t create as much. I don’t create as much makeup videos or even fashion videos. Cause why would you be creating and be sweating like a she goat? Only be doing makeup. Do you know how much one makeup product is?”

The woman continued to express her disappointment, saying the constant electricity problems have affected her motivation and mental well-being.

She said: “When I tell you I Hate Nigeria. I hate this country with every, every, every ounce of my being, every ounce of my being, every house of my being.”

She further described how the situation has affected her personally, saying:

“I am frustrated. I am tired. I’m a go getter. Anybody that knows me knows that I’m a go getter. But this country is soaking the life out of me. I’m just thinking that I have to be here. I have to do something. Here is physically and mentally draining me.”

The woman added that the electricity crisis has affected her ability to pursue the future she wants for herself.

She concluded by saying: “This place is fucking with my mental health. It is fucking with my capacity. It is fucking with your life that I know I want for myself. I just hate this country.”

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How long do we have to keep pushing till we can’t anymore? God! Literally the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever posted but I can’t hold it again. I

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A woman has taken to social media to share her pain after discovering that her husband married another woman just seven months after their own wedding.

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In a heartbreaking video shared online, the woman was seen crying while speaking in Yoruba as she expressed her shock and disappointment over the situation.

According to her, she was unable to sleep throughout the night after finding out about her husband’s second marriage and pleaded for help as she struggled to understand what to do next.

While crying, she said:

“I could not sleep till morning dawn is this how i am going to continue with my life please help me have mercy on me, My husband father and mother would soon come here i dont know what to do”

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Woman Breaks Down After Discovering Husband Married Another Wife 7 Months After Their Wedding pic.twitter.com/dlo67vLNgA

— Iamelizabeth (@elizabethblogng) September 14, 2026

A Nigerian woman has caused reactions online after sharing her experience of growing up with prominent tribal marks on her face, which she said were given to her by her father when she was a baby.

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The woman shared her story in a video posted on TikTok, where she questioned why her father chose to give her such extensive facial scarification at such a young age.

According to her, she has grown up feeling unhappy about the appearance of the marks and wondered whether her father had been angry when they were made.

Speaking in Yoruba, she said:

“Supposing i was wise before my death died, I would have given my father mic and ask him what he did my face like this, dont you see it asumming he gave me small tribal mark it would have been better, it does not even have any handwriting he just drew nonsense on my face was he angry he gave birth to me? or my mom offended him because this one is too much, they didnt have mercy on my face at all they just drew it anyhow on my face”

In Yoruba culture, tribal marking is traditionally known as Ilà Kíkọ. The practice involves making permanent marks or scars on the face or body, often during childhood, and was historically associated with family heritage, identity and social status.

While the practice was once common in some Yoruba communities, its prevalence has declined considerably, and views about facial scarification have changed over the years.

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A woman named Kaylee Muthart from South Carolina, who tragically ripped out her own eyes, has opened up about the events that led to her life-altering decision. 

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Kaylee shared that she dropped out of school at 17 to work part-time jobs and save for a car. 

She also struggled with heart arrhythmia—an irregular heartbeat—which affected her academics and caused her grades to slip. 

Despite her challenges, Kaylee was awarded a scholarship to study marine biology, a field she had always dreamed of pursuing. 

However, at 18, she began drinking alcohol and smoking, influenced by a family history of addiction, while juggling her part-time jobs. 

By 19, she experienced an intense and unfamiliar high, which marked the beginning of a downward spiral in her life.

Talking to cosmopolitian, she said: “I had been a straight-A student in Anderson, South Carolina—I was even in the National Honor Society when I left school at age 17, midway through eleventh grade. Between working long hours to save up for a car, and missing school because of a heart arrhythmia, my grades had begun to slip. I thought taking time off from school would be better than tarnishing my academic record and would leave me with a better chance at securing a college scholarship to study marine biology, which I’d always wanted to do

By age 18, I was drinking alcohol socially and smoking pot often, while working diligently at my part-time job. I suspected I was prone to addiction, since it ran in my family, so I actively avoided what I considered more serious drugs.

But when I was 19 last summer, I was smoking pot with an acquaintance at his house and got a strange high. Later, I googled the symptoms that surprised me the most — numb lips and feeling like I was on top of the world. I’d long been a religious Christian; the high made me feel particularly close to God.

I think the pot I’d smoked had been laced with either cocaine or meth, both of which are stimulants. I was surprised, since I’d never perceived weed as a gateway drug, but here I was, being exposed to substances I never wanted in my life.

Because I’d gotten the pot from the friend I smoked with, I felt like he’d betrayed me and left my job to distance myself from him. I didn’t end up going back to school.

I didn’t have a job and my relationship with my boyfriend of two years began to deteriorate. To cope, I kept smoking pot and drinking alcohol and started taking Xanax recreationally. On the verge of our breakup, I had a mental breakdown. (Months later, in February 2018, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It made sense, since when I felt happy, I felt super happy, and when I felt down, I felt deeply depressed. The turbulence left me especially susceptible to drug abuse, my doctors later told me.)

I finally got a new job, but having lost my boyfriend and a series of close friends, I was lonely and unhappy. I remembered the way I felt on the laced weed and sought that kind of peace again.

At the end of August, with another acquaintance, I decided to smoke meth for the first time. I stayed up for nearly three days and experienced hallucinations I wasn’t expecting — when I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw blackheads coming out of my face and I spent an hour picking at my skin until I drew blood. When my roommate dropped me off for work that evening, I was too embarrassed by my welts to go inside. Soon after, as a result of missing work, I lost my job.

When I sobered up, I watched a video I’d filmed when I was high, and it totally freaked me out — the girl I saw, who kept talking and talking, seemed so different from the real me.

After that, I steered clear of meth but felt so low that I asked one of my roommates, who dealt drugs, for ecstasy. At the time, the substance seemed safer than cocaine or meth, since I knew people used it to feel more free when they partied.

While on ecstasy, I studied the Bible. I misinterpreted a lot of it. I convinced myself that meth would bring me even closer to God.

So, after Thanksgiving, when I was feeling particularly lonely, I smoked meth with a friend. Within two months, I progressed to snorting it, then shooting it as often as I could by myself or with friends. I was surrounded by heavy drug users.

Two or three times, I tried to stop: I carried meth in my pocket all day as if to prove, “This stuff is my bitch,” but I always ended up taking it.

My mom realized I was struggling with mental-health issues and drug abuse but later said she felt helpless; I wouldn’t commit to going to a drug rehab or a psychiatric facility, and without proof that I was a danger to myself, she couldn’t have me committed. Although I didn’t even have a place to live — I’d been sleeping at different people’s houses since moving out at 17 — I told her I had everything under control and avoided speaking to her.

On February 4, I finally saw her again. She’d found a rehab facility for me, and I agreed to go the following week. I later learned she had recorded our conversation, during which I said I didn’t want to be in the world because it was too evil — the proof she felt she needed to get a court order and commit me.

But the next day, I bought meth from my drug dealer. After a friend tried to stop me, I shot up that night. I took a larger dose than I’d ever used before.

On the morning of Tuesday, February 6, I was still high. I was hallucinating, so my memories are fuzzy, but based on what I remember and details I’ve pieced together from other witnesses, here’s what happened: Thinking the friend I’d gotten high with had gone to church, I wandered there along a railroad track. Even though it was 10:30 in the morning, everything looked dark and gloomy apart from a light post, where I thought a white bird was perched.

It was then I remember thinking that someone had to sacrifice something important to right the world, and that person was me. I thought everything would end abruptly, and everyone would die, if I didn’t tear out my eyes immediately. I don’t know how I came to that conclusion, but I felt it was, without doubt, the right, rational thing to do immediately.

I got on my hands and knees, pounding the ground and praying, “Why me? Why do I have to do this?” I later realized this wasn’t a personal religious calling — it was something anyone on drugs could have experienced.

Next, a man I’d been staying with, who happened to have a Biblical name, drove by and called out the window, “I locked up the house. Do you have the other key?” A sign, I thought, that my sacrifice is the key to saving the world.

So I pushed my thumb, pointer, and middle finger into each eye. I gripped each eyeball, twisted, and pulled until each eye popped out of the socket — it felt like a massive struggle, the hardest thing I ever had to do. Because I could no longer see, I don’t know if there was blood. But I know the drugs numbed the pain. I’m pretty sure I would have tried to claw right into my brain if a pastor hadn’t heard me screaming, “I want to see the light!” — which I don’t recall saying — and restrained me. He later said, when he found me, that I was holding my eyeballs in my hands. I had squished them, although they were somehow still attached to my head.

I remember praying and sensing people fill in around me. There must have been seven or eight men, in addition to the pastor, holding me down. I fought so hard against their restraints that my wrists hurt for weeks after. At some point, paramedics arrived, and I was so combative that they had to sedate me with ketamine. I was transferred to a stretcher and airlifted via helicopter to Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.

While all this was happening, my mom was on her way to the courthouse with her recording to get me legally committed. She was too late.

At the hospital, doctors performed an emergency surgery to fully remove what was left of my eyes in an attempt to preserve my optic nerves and to prevent infection.

I woke up two days later. At that point, the sedatives and traces of recreational drugs were still in my system, but I remembered what happened. Everything was dark, and I knew I was blind, but when I sensed my mom by my side, I knew I would be okay.

I was in the hospital for a week, during which I suffered from bad headaches behind my eye sockets and particularly in my temples. They continued to crop up intermittently for about a month. I was offered hydrocodone for the pain but only took it once or twice — I really didn’t want to take anything besides Tylenol. I was determined to stay off drugs. Luckily, I didn’t experience any drug-withdrawal symptoms.

When I asked friends and family members who visited me what I looked like without eyes, I was told there’s red tissue (muscle filling the socket) and a white spot (my optic nerve endings) where my eyeballs used to be. When my sockets are fully healed, hopefully next month, I’ll get eye prosthetics to fill out my face, although they won’t help me see.

After a week, I was transferred to a psychiatric in-patient treatment facility. I was scared shitless about how I would be treated, but the facility turned out to be amazing, with group-, music-, and animal therapy, plus a really supportive staff. That’s where I was officially diagnosed with bipolar disorder and began taking lithium, a mood stabilizer, plus Risperdal, an antipsychotic medication. Through therapy, I learned to start accepting my new reality.

When I went home with my mom last week, the first thing I did was walk around and touch everything to get a sense of my environment. My mom has been really supportive — she won’t let me go up or down the stairs by myself out of fear I’ll trip, but she gives me verbal cues to get around independently and got me an iPhone that reads text aloud.

Activities I used to enjoy, like playing guitar and learning piano, are going to be harder now that I’m blind, but I’m still optimistic. When I stub my toe or my knee, I think, Well, it probably saved me from walking into a wall and hitting my face.

I still want to go to school to become a marine biologist — although I’m blind, I can still go underwater to feel the pressure and deepness. In the meantime, in addition to my outpatient psychiatric treatment, I’ve gone to the Commission for the Blind for physical-therapy training with a cane, and joined a new church to avoid the drug users I knew at my old one. I plan to attend 90 Narcotics Anonymous meetings in 90 days. Once I raise enough money on GoFundMe, I’m going to get a seeing-eye dog.

Of course there are times when I get really upset about my situation, particularly on nights when I can’t fall asleep. But truthfully, I’m happier now than I was before all this happened. I’d rather be blind than dependent on drugs.

It took losing my sight to get me back on the right path, but from the bottom of my heart, I’m so glad I’m here.