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as69:
Babysho, the elevated heart rate when you wake at 2-3am is worth paying attention to. That timing is significant — cortisol (your body's stress hormone) naturally peaks around 3-4am, and if your stress levels are already high, it can cause premature waking and make it impossible to go back to sleep.

A few things that may actually help that you might not have tried yet:

1. Magnesium glycinate — not regular magnesium oxide, specifically the glycinate form. 300mg about an hour before bed. It's one of the most underrated sleep supplements and is very safe. Many people notice a difference within a week.

2. Fixed wake time — no exceptions — Pick a time (say 6am) and wake at that exact time every day, even weekends, even if you slept badly. This is the most powerful thing you can do to reset your circadian rhythm. It builds sleep pressure that forces your brain to sleep properly.

3. Check your caffeine timing — Caffeine has a 6-hour half-life. A coffee or malt at 2pm still has about 50% of its caffeine in your system at 8pm. Even if you don't feel wired, it disrupts deep sleep stages.

4. Stop eating 3 hours before bed — Late meals spike insulin and keep your body in an active metabolic state when it should be winding down.

5. Get tested for sleep apnea — Waking suddenly with high heart rate at 2-3am and being unable to return to sleep is a classic presentation of sleep apnea or upper airway resistance syndrome. Has a doctor specifically suggested a sleep study? If not, push for one.

The sleep medications alone won't fix it if the root cause is cortisol dysregulation, nutrient deficiency, or a breathing issue during sleep. Hope you find relief soon.

Thank you so much. I have heard about magnesium glycinate recently but I was skeptical because it’s pricey and I have been buying and buying all sorts of things that don’t work. I could also see cortisol dysregulation being at play because I get stressed very quickly.

I think I have the rest in check.

Love800:
My own is two years now.

I only sleep 4hrs at night and usually find some few minutes to rest at my workplace.

Ah, if I’m being honest mine is 2 years too.

Did you lose weight? I lost a lot of weight, even just this week alone, I must have lost like 4kg

bigl:
Hi sho.

I can relate with your issue cos i had it too some years back.

What exactly caused or started it?

Though there are some remedies u can try like this chinese tea i bought some months ago or u can buy horlicks tea; prepare warm with small milk and take around 8pm ... drink enough water; ease yourself and hit the bed ... I can guarantee u, you'll sleep for over 6 hours and wake up feeling relaxed.

So, if u wish to, u can discuss how it started ... Awaiting your response

Sorry for the late response, really tied up with work and fatigue. Thank you for your response.

I can’t remember exactly what started it but most of my early 20s was battling ulcer and anxiety disorders. Now that I can say I’ve finally beat the ulcer and most of the anxiety, sleeping disorder comes in.

Is the tea better than chamomile tea cause I’m already taking that and it doesn’t work.

Are you advising stand alone drinking water before bed or it has to be with the tea?

I've been having sleepless nights for over a year now. Back and forth with doctors and sleeping meds.

I'd sleep around 10 or 11pm and be up 2am or 3am, wide awake like I wasn't just sleeping, unable to sleep back. I noticed recently that my heart rate would be high when I wake.

I'm this close to quitting my job because of insomia.

I've tried hundreds of remedies, chamomile tea, all sorts of sleep inducing fruits, sleeping medications, yoga, warm bath, nothing works.

Help.

N100m and I will do it. I’ll put my parents in a beautiful house and a nice car to make them forget what they saw 😂😂

franchasng:
God bless you.


We need to get in fast paced wingers to work with Osimhen.


Also we need a fast paced left back to counter Hakimi.


Our central midfield seems to be missing making the Moroccans to mount so much pressure on our defense. Chelle should do something about the midfield before they cause Nigeria to concede

Exactly. We’re trying to play prime Barcelona football with Onyedika in a game where you can hardly breathe. We’ve played nothing.

We’re finding it difficult to play out the back, and centrally we lack the quality to keep the ball. Everyone’s complaining about Onyedika, Iwobi isn’t exactly playing like Zidane either. The tempo Morocco are bringing is insane.

I think we need to quit trying to play centrally. Get fast wingers in there and try to pass the ball faster.

The very first piece of art the tourists will encounter is the ‘art of stealing’ by those officers at the airport.

The next art is street art of police’s “anything for the boys”.

Then traffic art titled ‘go slow’.

Tourists will also be shocked to find the art of pollution in Lagos is quite phenomenal.

Angel55555:
Check out the 3rd party. It's one of the best PSP games out there.

Will do thanks!

Started playing PSP emulator again after many failed attempts to purchase a gaming PC.

I actually completed GOW Ghost Of Sparta on it 4 months ago. Insane game. Currently playing Prince Of Persia The Forgotten Sands. Game is buttcheeks.

I need recommendations please.

And yes I applied Far Cry 3 wallpaper maybe I could somehow deceive my eyes that the games look like PC games.

yad2eidi:
i want to buy this brand new 2025 chinese car, have any one here used it?
chery omoda 5 2025.

You should go for it. China are surprising the world with the quality of technology they're putting out now.

pook:
The word you are looking for is "Purpose".

You can even find purpose and everything still feels bleak from time to time.

If say bad man catch you for that studio, you for just cross over like that 😂😂

SarcasticWords:
Please leave America or UK out of this. They are not our main problem. That's just a conspiracy theory. America and UK love us and they come up with policies via the IMF that has made Nigeria the giant of Africa and the richest country in Africa.

Our main problem is APC. Come 2027, we should kick APC out and bring in someone from another party.

It doesn't matter if the person we are bringing in was once in APC or PDP.

Yes, I think that is a brilliant Idea.

There's a certain tone of exaggeration that's missing in your sentences that ought to indicate sarcasm. You don't sound sarcastic at all.

Tharmon:
Good day nairalanders, so I plan on going to the University next year to study Economics but I wrote art subjects in waec..I wanted to study law/political science but I am switching to economics now.

The issue is I want to write GCE next year only writing economics as I feel it the only missing piece in my weac to study the course. Is it possible? Will I have to write commerce and all those commercial subjects?

Thank you

Edit: I will be using two sitting

Young man, don't let anybody on here discourage you from studying Economics. All of them claiming world best Economists-Mathematician yet the economy of Nigerian is galloping.

Abeg go and study your Economics so you can join them in reading news of how Nigeria economy is collapsing without doing anything about it.

NACE13:
FarCry 3
After so long, decided try it once again. Been a fun to play game so far. Finally got over the nauseating feeling when driving a vehicle.

"...Way up in the sky you thought you had your finger on the puscy- trigger but Hermano, down here, down here, you hit the ground."

When I got home Iater that day, I couldn't believe what I'd gone through just to sell a laptop. My respect (motivated by fear) for computer village added one more bar. Again I thought, did Timi really lace his car's AC with weed or any substance at all or I was just delulu? Did he send that money that day and the banks were just unreliable? That's why I really wanted to compare the receipts because I was so certain I was being swindled! Or did my height and mannerisms really intimidate this grown up man to become totally mute and tag along an actual bully to help defend himself on Monday? Come to think of it, Mr Adams did thrice what I did to Timi and I ended up fainting! Till this day, I don't know what exactly happened.

How do you get a post to FP on NL these days? Lalasticlala?

Sunday morning, I received a bank alert of N170,000! Wahala! My stomach turned with mixed feelings. Did the bank actually hold up the money and I was just being a bully to an easy going man yesterday? Is it possible that I escalated a simple situation because I was tired and hungry and was becoming delirious? ORRR did Timi just make the transfer this morning because he has no other moves to make? The whole thing engrossed my mind all day but deep down I was glad we'd finally made headway.

Monday at 10am, I was at the office of the Mall's Security Guard with my older brother. We greeted the guards and thanked them and the next thing I did was to request for and inspect my laptop. It was ok but had gone through a lot, just like me. 15 minutes later, Timi and a man he said was his older brother joined us. Mr Adam was nowhere to be found. Timi's "older brother" didn't look like Timi at all. He was huge, had tattoos on both arms and a very dangerous look in his eye. Yes "eye", he had only one eye. When they sat, first thing he said was 'Se omo kekere yii lo sope o fun e lohun?' (Is this the small boy you said was bullying you?) and then laughed and stared me down. It sent chills down my spine and I was worried we weren't going to settle the matter today.
I apologized for my behaviour and let them know that I received the money yesterday which Timi, who was now speaking and moving like the Timi I'd first met made a big fuss about. He got so unbelievably cocky and then in pettiness, I asked him to show me a detailed receipt of the N170,000 he sent on Saturday so we could compare the transaction ID with the one I received Sunday. Of course he refused and even before that, Mr Kupo, had shushed me. 'I hate this Timi guy so much!', I thought. I didn't want to sell my laptop to him but my brother adviced me to just let it go. Timi also didn't want to buy my laptop anymore, he wanted his money back. Shocker! After rounds and rounds of convincing from Mr Kupo, he acceded.
I reluctantly handed my laptop to Timi and his "older brother" and they left, staring me down. I heaved a sigh of relief and could finally feel breeze on my skin.
My brother and I also took our leave and Mr Kupo escorted us. I decided to make a quick stop at the mall to buy Mr Kupo and his colleagues appreciation gifts because only God knows how it would have went that Saturday if they hadn't intervened. He appreciated the gifts.
As we were about to part ways, Mr Kupo grabbed me on my shoulder and said 'that guy with the tattoos on his arms, he's a very dangerous man in Ikeja. Count yourself lucky to be going home unarmed'.

'Pour water on his head!'
'Fan him!'
'Give him space!'
When I would open my eyes, I was met with 3 men in uniforms looking down at me. I looked around the room, and I could see some uniforms hanged on the wall, a large wooden table and a long worn-out metallic chair, that looked like it'd been uprooted out of a danfo bus. I was certain I had been taken to the police station. I felt sick to my stomach, my head was throbbing like it was the venue of a Brazilian carnival and my throat was so dry, I could feel a sore throat coming.
'You fainted. Try to sit up and don't move too much.' Officer 1 spoke to me.
'Please, can I get some water to drink and where's my laptop?' I asked.
I was given water and the officers pointed to my laptop bag that was on a tiny stool.
Officer 1 who looked like he was in his early 40s spoke again, 'My name is Mr Kupo and we're the security of the mall. I was hearing your story out there, saw you faint and decided to intervene.' I thanked them.
Just then, Timi walked in with Mr Adams and they sat. All the hair on my body rose again. Mr Kupo heard our cases and I tried to be as transparent as possible to the security guards. I even showed them my bank app right from where I'd input my login details and they saw nothing resembling N170,000. Heck! My account balance wasn't even up to N100,000! Timi showed them the N170,000 receipt and garnished it with his mantra, which he said confidently now, 'I sent this thing!' (By the way, it is my PTSD trigger phrase now. If you ever send me money please, don't speak, just give me thumbs up.)
It was later agreed upon that we should leave my laptop in the care of the Mall's security guards, sort of as a mediator and both parties should come back on Monday to check with the bank. The guards assured me my laptop would be secure.
When I got outside, it was already getting dark. Mr Kupo was so kind to escort me to the BRT station where I got a bus back home.

In this life, be careful who you call helper o! Mr Adam continued shouting at the top of his raspy voice for people to gather around the thief; me, the guy with the laptop and his laptop receipt with his name on it and no bank alert from the potential buyer after almost 3 hours. He gestured to slap me at least 5 times, one time scraping my cheek with his finger. This drew a lot of attention. My heart rate was a mess. All the while, Timi stood behind Mr Adam and said nothing.
I was now properly scared. I was also having a headache, was dizzy, weak and my throat had gone completely dry. I could hardly speak. The way I was feeling was very familiar and it brought me back to the allegedly weed blowing AC in Timi's car. "My friend" often tells me about the way he'd feel when he was starting to sober up after a bad trip from weed and I was feeling the exact same way ORRRR was I just really hungry? It's been 21 hours since I'd tasted food or water....
As if an evil spirit had come upon me, I let out a laugh with what was left of my voice. I had worked it out in my head. This Mr Adam guy is probably not even a random or neutral person at all, he probably is working with Timi and had come to rescue him! I accused both of them of being in cahoots and even agreed to go to the police station (even though I was terrified of the idea) but that didn't move them. In fact, Mr Adam's original idea of going to the police station didn't seem to interest him anymore. Mr Adam stood still and continued accusing me of being a bully and a thief with so much confidence. People were starting to gather now.
My legs were shaking. I was really weak and felt alone. Chai! I pitied myself. 'I wish my brother were here', I said to myself. With my last strength and voice I kept explaining my story to the older people in the crowd. Adding that I was a Youth Corper but it didn't evoke much sympathy from them. I started to black out.

I kept accusing Timi of sending a fake receipt and a witness to the conflict who looked like he was 45 but was probably younger walked up to us. He was around same 5'8/5'9 height as Timi and was wearing a faded singlet and trouser.
'My name is Mr Adam and I'm well known in this area. I've been watching two of you, can you explain to me what's going on here?' His voice was raspy like one who didn't only smoke but also ate cigarettes.
I explained the situation to the best of my ability hoping I'd have an ally to help me mount pressure on Timi so I can go home. I was starving and tired.
'So someone sent you money, showed you bank receipt and you're now raising your voice at him! You're a bully!' The man barked at me.
I was lost for words. That was the total opposite of the reply I was hoping to hear. Also, he didn't even hear Timi's side of the story before judging the case. I gathered myself to explain the story again this time emphasising that Timi was going to tell me to leave. I said 'Look at him, he's about to break!' pointing at Timi who seemed like he was hiding behind our judge. That hit a nerve for Mr Adam.
'Is it because you're tall? I'll slap you and call boys to naked you right here!' Mr Adam threatened, making the same gesture I had made to Timi, pretending to give a slap to me. Mr Adam was boiling, his teeth grinding like a wolf with rabies.
'I'm sorry, sir'. It felt like they had poured cold water on me after Mr Adam's threat, all my body kulele. Real fear started rising in me.
I was back to square one. In fact, square minus one! Not only did I still not have the money, I'm now being accused of being a bully. As if that wasn't enough, Mr Adams added more fuel.
'You are a thief! Ole Ole Ole!!! Ole buruku! Remove that laptop and give it back to it's owner! Let's go to the police, they'll lock you up and deal with you very well!' his voice was louder than a siren. The wahala had gone from 10 to 1000 in 3 seconds. My heart jumped and did another different amapiano dance.

The only reason I think my heart had not jumped out of my mouth throughout the ordeal was because I could still see and touch my laptop and I'm not exactly Sanwo Olu but I wasn't a stranger to Ikeja. And also the thought at the back of my mind that Timi actually came back to meet me at the parking lot. If he was actually swindling me, would he have come back to meet me? Or did he simply mess up leaving his SUV at the parking lot thinking I'd gone home?

I put my laptop back in my bag and we started walking towards the Access Bank or should I say crawling? A person that when I first met was moving like he was late for a job interview at Shell was now a snail (excuse the pun). He was dragging his feet behind like him like they'd stopped working. Severally, I had to yell at him to hasten up which somehow made him move even slower. At his pace, this short walk of 5 minutes to the bank was going to take 2 days and that did it for me. I charged at him and with my most street voice I yelled, 'Baba, just tell me now if you send fake alert make I dey go jeje! No harm, no foul! I have my laptop, you didn't send money, it's all good!' All 6'4 of me towered over him and I kid you not, Timi looked like Puss In Boots when he wants to get favours; cute eyes with tears in them. In my head I was sure I'd broken him to tell the truth. I was literally breathing on his forehead hoping to somehow complete the intimidation and then he let out some words which weakened my entire soul, 'I sent this thing'...his MANTRA! It barely left his mouth but it was enough to destroy my insides.

I was starting to get worn out from the quagmire. I remembered then that I had not eaten before leaving home because I thought it'd be a quick exchange and when I don't eat, I get dizzy and weak.
I was still aggressively interrogating Timi and he was still giving me puppy eyes. Note that Timi is a grown man in his early 30s or so and he was aware I had just finished Uni and even though I'm 6'4, I'm underweight and my voice sometimes could be mistaken for a secondary school girl's. From time to time, especially when I stood over him, he'd look like he was about to tell me to go. Maybe I should have just left? But I needed to hear him say it because part of me still thinks he sent it.
At some point, in desperation to hear the magic words, I pretended that I was going to give him a slap which made him sink into his body even more. At another, I'd reduce the volume of my voice to match his tiny squeals, begging him to tell me to leave. I felt crazy. I didn't like the situation at all, we had started attracting the attention of passersby in the mall.

Ope o! The Murano SUV was still at the parking lot, and my laptop was sitting comfortably at the back seat. My heart rate lowered. Timi wasn't anywhere around the car so I called his phone. After the third try he picked up, I explained that I still hadn't seen the money he sent and he told me he was in computer village but he'd be here in 10 minutes. I waited 20 minutes he didn't show up and wasn't picking up his phone. I was getting so nervous that I started walking towards computer village maybe to go and start searching for him, I don't know.

As I stepped out of the gate of the mall, I literally ran into Timi. God is alive! We went back into his suspicious blowing igbo AC car (another super genius move by me). I immediately demanded that he show me a screen record of his assistant's bank app with her balance hidden, showing me the N170,000 bank transfer. At that moment, something in his demeanour changed. Actually, I had noticed it slightly when we met at the mall's gate but I didn't make much of it. This time, I was 70% certain that this man was making hesitant, panicky movements or maybe I was high on the Car's AC igbo or maybe I was just really nervous thinking someone was trying to play a quick one on me.

We had spent about 20 minutes in his car now partially waiting for the money to drop from heaven into my account and also waiting for his assistant to send the screen record of her account. He called her thrice, both of them not saying much, and all the while she maintained she couldn't send the screen record. I was in so much rage that I took the phone and spoke to his assistant explaining to her the dire situation her boss is in. She didn't bulge o! In a very harsh tone, she kept repeating 'business is not done that way.' It was like a mantra. It occurred to me that Timi also had a mantra for me, he'd let out a very quiet 'I sent this thing' from time to time. This made my heart rate go up. I hate complications, I just came out on a beautiful Saturday to make a simple sale and now I'm stuck in the middle of this suspicious, igbo smelling, assistant not assisting situation! I looked to my left and noticed he was sweating a lot like I was... in full blasting AC. Hmph!
Out of the blue, he suggested us going to confirm the status of the transaction at the Access Bank behind the mall.... on a Saturday! My heart did amapiano dance to that ridiculous suggestion. I argued aggressively that banks don't open on weekends but he insisted calmly that they're open right now. At least it got us out of the suspicious SUV and the air felt so fresh on my face as if I had just gotten off an overcrowded bus in traffic gridlock.

30 long minutes had passed, aggressively refreshing my bank app and nothing still. Out of nowhere, one tired voice in my head spoke to me, it said, 'Go home na, shebi it’s Nigerian banks and he has shown me receipt, you’ll later receive it.' I liked the idea of going home because it’s a Saturday and I should be in bed so I told Timi that I trust that he sent it and that instead of waiting around, I’ll go home and keep checking it and let him know if the money comes in. Timi liked that idea too and so we went out separate ways. I had waited for about 15 minutes at the BRT for a bus, refreshing my bank app from time to time and with each refresh, a growing ache built in my stomach. I started talking to myself like a student in a exam hall that had forgotten the last part of the answer. 'I gave this man my laptop…he said he couldn’t send from the phone IN HIS HANDS…had to send from his “assistant”….showed me bank receipt without my name on it…and I still never receive money after almost 2 hours, mo den lole (and I’m going home)!!' When I switch to another language, I know my heart has started beating faster than usual. I dashed right back to the parking lot which was thankfully just about 10 minutes away from the BRT but somehow I did it in 2.

Everything was going super great and I even let out a little smirk that 'this is the simple transaction my older brother was insisting he should come with' and then something interesting happened. I noticed that a distinct but familiar smell was coming from the AC vent, it smelled like GRASS aka TREES aka SMOKE aka CANA aka IGBO aka WEED but I immediately erased the silly thought. I know someone's car that smells of jollof rice and they never had food around. Besides, how could anybody put weed in their car’s AC? (What was that? How do I know the smell of Igbo at 23? Uhmmm….)

After intense inspection, Timi seemed satisfied with the laptop and so, we started talking about payment. I provided my account number but said he couldn’t send it from his phone that it would have to be sent from his assistant. I told him I had no issue with that, and joked that as long as I hear and see ‘kpam kpam kpam’ on my phone.
After a few minutes, he said it was done and showed me a screenshot of a bank transfer receipt of N170,000 with a transaction Id, date, all the good stuff…..except my name. I waited for about 15 minutes for the bank alert but it didn’t come. I wasn’t perturbed at all, I run a business and Nigerian banks have shown me shege which has instilled patience in me. We agreed to give it some more time, and then talked about how unreliable Nigerian banks are nd other topics just to while away time.

This is a real life story that happened to me.

When I was 23, my beloved gaming laptop's graphics card finally packed up after serving me for just a year. It had been showing signs of failure but I kept turning a blind eye like a loyalist of a failing political party. When it finally gave up, I contemplated scavenging for a reputable engineer to fix it but I later got advice to sell instead of going down that rabbit hole so I placed it on Jiji for N180,000.
Two days later, I received a call concerning my laptop from a well spoken man, he said his name is Timi from Jiji. We agreed on N170,000 and location for meet up and I was glad that I was finally letting go of the laptop to begin the process of buying a new gaming laptop.

My lone self and the potential buyer of my laptop, Timi, met at the parking lot of a mall close to the BRT at Ikeja on a Saturday around 1pm. I can’t remember the name of the mall which may have been because of how the day went but the mall could be said to be in computer village, technically. We exchange greetings and he asked me to come into his Murano SUV. Timi wore a ironed white shirt with a black trouser and neat shoes. He seemed like a genuine, good meaning business man in his early 30s so I didn’t think much of going into the car of a STRANGER which in hindsight is not exactly genius. We both sat at the front and I was met with full powered AC, we started talking and dissecting the laptop.

PigTormentor:
Good. Our culture must be preserved. Eyo oh, e Eyo o.

Preserved? I think it’s a little too late for that lol
Yoruba elders are now Muslims and Christians, these religions are alien to our culture. In fact, they oppose our Yoruba culture.

Still available
Yardsale
Ikorodu, Lagos.

43 inches Philips TV

Broken Screen

N15,000

Fairly Used Century Stabilizer 5000Va

Makes a clicking sound and then trips off

N50,000