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Nigerian Facebook user commits suicide months after writing about depression and suicide

AYoung Nigerian Facebook user, Adeleke Rachel Tioluwani has reportedly committed suicide 11 months after writing about "depression and suicide".



Friends who took to social media to mourn the deceased, disclosed that she was facing lots of challenges which pushed her into depression and suicide.



Nigerian Facebook user commits suicide months after writing about depression and suicide

Nigerian Facebook user commits suicide months after writing about depression and suicide



It was gathered that before her death, "Tioluwani who was in psychological pain and had no father-figure in her life, was practically nursing and taking care of her mum, self-sponsoring her schooling with virtually no assistance from anywhere."



Tayo Fasuan wrote;



A Tribute to Adeleke Rachel Tioluwani

At the height of my intense pain and sadness yesterday, I snapped, and started feeling a sense of errie calmness resulting from resignation about Tolu's demise. I'm still hoping this is a bad joke though, and she came would come to say this is her own version of April Fool. But also, I hope with this post, I would be able to exorcise all the pains I'm feeling and dwell on happy memories I have of her.

Tolu had always been an enigma, and despite our relationship from just last year, we didn't even meet for once. She approached me for mentorship for fiction writing, and I told her she didn't need my help since she was already so good in expressing herself through written poems. She had ways with words, and she was meant for greatness with an imaginative mind that would rival anyone's.

We started working together eventually, becoming perhaps the first official member of FictionWrit Magazine. However, few weeks into working with her, I realised she was troubled. At first, I thought it was financial after talking with her, and I told her I will be sending upkeep money to her when she explained her issue with schooling. She rejected that, and I had to convince her that I would be paying for her writings instead. That seemed acceptable with her, and we proceeded.

Weeks later, she had another issue. She was having issues with her boss, the founder of a writer community. It was a messy affair, and in my attempts to help her resolve it, I realised she was a ticking time bomb, walking all over eggs all her life. She was still very secretive, refusing to open up completely, but she let me in enough to catch a glimpse of the hell she was going through. At that young age of hers, she was going through what she shouldn't be going through. With no father figure in her life, and she practically nursing/taking care of her mum, self-sponsoring her schooling with virtually no assistance from anywhere, she was in perpetual psychological pain.

I offered that she should consider change of location, and I even offered her a place to stay in Ekiti to start over again, promising to fund most of her expenses. She refused, insisting she couldn't leave her mum. I offered other places for her to stay in Lagos, but for reasons I won't divulge here, she still couldn't take those offer. We reached an agreement eventually concerning work, funding and how to handle issues.

Few months into that agreement, she disappeared completely. Her phone was off, she wasn't responding to her WhatsApp, and her Facebook was deactivated. I became exasperated after trying so much, fearing the worse and hoping for the best. After a while, I gave up. Late last year, she got across to me briefly to tell me she was okay, but before I could got a hold of her again, she disappeared. And I let her be again, hoping she would get back to me when she is fine.

I went through her walls last week, and I was shocked with the dark words there. Her writings have always, always carried a dark theme, as I had encouraged her to pour her emotions on paper through her ink as most of us writers do when we are going through hard times. This was different though. On reaching her WhatsApp status, I saw other ones, so I got across, knowing she was back on WhatsApp.

Our conversation revolved around coming back to writing and continuation of her education, having concluded OND last year. I told her we should consider her crossing to a degree program because of the problem with HND. We fell right back into smooth conversation, and she promised to even started writing, to get back to me on an offer I gave her. I thought she was over the worst, but I was so careless I couldn't see beyond that definite goodnight she sent me.

I'm hurting right now not really because of her death, but because even till her final moments, she would be full of optimism. She was full of life. Of course, people are saying that's the usual way suicidal people act, but I still can't swallow that theory. She was a fighter, an incredible bullish one concerning life. She was a sweet one.

If she is truly dead, then I morn for an irreplaceble loss to this world. She is at peace right now. I wish she had done it differently, but I can't seem to help her change her mind. That hurts too. Because this feeling of not doing enough to save her still lingers..

I won't dwell on her death anymore. She had touched the lives of those she could and concluded her part. The happy memories are few because she was always in that dark hole that I had to be pulling her out every time. But those few memories are worth holding on to.

May she find the peace that eluded her here on the other side.

Once again Tolu, "Be good, Good night."


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Suicide has never been and will never be a way out!

You have no right to take what's not yours..

One Way Straight ticket to Hell!

I rather blame her death on pair pressure instead of depression. Because she doesn't have responsibilities at this stage

suicide is never an option. Is not the solution. Take note.

Righteousness89:
Suicide has never been and will never be a way out!

You have no right to take what's not yours..

One Way Straight ticket to Hell!

Don't judge yet

Suicide is never & will never be an option to escape the troubles of life because there is so much trouble in the world(Respect to Bob Nesta Marley).Even our lives as believers is just a life of faith.

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. John 16:33

She should have donated her valuables b4 committing suicide

clevvermind:
Don't judge yet

My Brother, Suicide is a One way ticket to Hell!
You Have the Bible as your guide

This shit real, its better to beg here on NL than to put your loved ones into perpetual agony..

PLEASE ASK FOR HELP
SUICIDE IS NOT AN OPTION
GOD HAVE MERCY ON HER POOR SOUL.

Righteousness89:
My Brother, Suicide is a One way ticket to Hell!
You Have the Bible as your guide

But still, you are not God. He can have mercy on whom he chooses. You cannot question him.

Fishermancom:
Nigerian Facebook user commits suicide months after writing about depression and suicide

AYoung Nigerian Facebook user, Adeleke Rachel Tioluwani has reportedly committed suicide 11 months after writing about "depression and suicide".



Friends who took to social media to mourn the deceased, disclosed that she was facing lots of challenges which pushed her into depression and suicide.



Nigerian Facebook user commits suicide months after writing about depression and suicide

Nigerian Facebook user commits suicide months after writing about depression and suicide



It was gathered that before her death, "Tioluwani who was in psychological pain and had no father-figure in her life, was practically nursing and taking care of her mum, self-sponsoring her schooling with virtually no assistance from anywhere."



Tayo Fasuan wrote;



A Tribute to Adeleke Rachel Tioluwani

At the height of my intense pain and sadness yesterday, I snapped, and started feeling a sense of errie calmness resulting from resignation about Tolu's demise. I'm still hoping this is a bad joke though, and she came would come to say this is her own version of April Fool. But also, I hope with this post, I would be able to exorcise all the pains I'm feeling and dwell on happy memories I have of her.

Tolu had always been an enigma, and despite our relationship from just last year, we didn't even meet for once. She approached me for mentorship for fiction writing, and I told her she didn't need my help since she was already so good in expressing herself through written poems. She had ways with words, and she was meant for greatness with an imaginative mind that would rival anyone's.

We started working together eventually, becoming perhaps the first official member of FictionWrit Magazine. However, few weeks into working with her, I realised she was troubled. At first, I thought it was financial after talking with her, and I told her I will be sending upkeep money to her when she explained her issue with schooling. She rejected that, and I had to convince her that I would be paying for her writings instead. That seemed acceptable with her, and we proceeded.

Weeks later, she had another issue. She was having issues with her boss, the founder of a writer community. It was a messy affair, and in my attempts to help her resolve it, I realised she was a ticking time bomb, walking all over eggs all her life. She was still very secretive, refusing to open up completely, but she let me in enough to catch a glimpse of the hell she was going through. At that young age of hers, she was going through what she shouldn't be going through. With no father figure in her life, and she practically nursing/taking care of her mum, self-sponsoring her schooling with virtually no assistance from anywhere, she was in perpetual psychological pain.

I offered that she should consider change of location, and I even offered her a place to stay in Ekiti to start over again, promising to fund most of her expenses. She refused, insisting she couldn't leave her mum. I offered other places for her to stay in Lagos, but for reasons I won't divulge here, she still couldn't take those offer. We reached an agreement eventually concerning work, funding and how to handle issues.

Few months into that agreement, she disappeared completely. Her phone was off, she wasn't responding to her WhatsApp, and her Facebook was deactivated. I became exasperated after trying so much, fearing the worse and hoping for the best. After a while, I gave up. Late last year, she got across to me briefly to tell me she was okay, but before I could got a hold of her again, she disappeared. And I let her be again, hoping she would get back to me when she is fine.

I went through her walls last week, and I was shocked with the dark words there. Her writings have always, always carried a dark theme, as I had encouraged her to pour her emotions on paper through her ink as most of us writers do when we are going through hard times. This was different though. On reaching her WhatsApp status, I saw other ones, so I got across, knowing she was back on WhatsApp.

Our conversation revolved around coming back to writing and continuation of her education, having concluded OND last year. I told her we should consider her crossing to a degree program because of the problem with HND. We fell right back into smooth conversation, and she promised to even started writing, to get back to me on an offer I gave her. I thought she was over the worst, but I was so careless I couldn't see beyond that definite goodnight she sent me.

I'm hurting right now not really because of her death, but because even till her final moments, she would be full of optimism. She was full of life. Of course, people are saying that's the usual way suicidal people act, but I still can't swallow that theory. She was a fighter, an incredible bullish one concerning life. She was a sweet one.

If she is truly dead, then I morn for an irreplaceble loss to this world. She is at peace right now. I wish she had done it differently, but I can't seem to help her change her mind. That hurts too. Because this feeling of not doing enough to save her still lingers..

I won't dwell on her death anymore. She had touched the lives of those she could and concluded her part. The happy memories are few because she was always in that dark hole that I had to be pulling her out every time. But those few memories are worth holding on to.

May she find the peace that eluded her here on the other side.

Once again Tolu, "Be good, Good night."


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Some of these individuals that commit suicide for me are sometimes being controlled by powers that are greater than them.

It's not always about depression.

This world we live is very spiritual,..

That place you think you dey go there to rest is even worst,

clevvermind:
But still, you are not God. He can have mercy on whom he chooses. You cannot question him.

since GOD can have Mercy, can you Commit suicide?

This is touching and sad.

Did she think of her mother?

The mother that made her reject offers to relocate.

The love she had for her mother did not stop her so i doubt if anything could.

The writer of this story also refused to tell us what actually caused her depression cos he knew part of it though I believe he has to respect her privacy.

In all fellas, "Love your Neighbour as you love yourself"

Souls are Crying,
Men are Dying.
Won't you lead them to the Cross?
Go and Find them,
Help to Win them,
Win the lost at any cost..

Go out and Win,
Rescue From Sin,
Days Almost Done,
Low sinks the sun...

Souls are Crying,
Men are dying,
Win the lost at any cost!!

clevvermind:
But still, you are not God. He can have mercy on whom he chooses. You cannot question him.

GOD gave u Brain..
GOD gave u his commandments
GOD gave u his Word to guide u..

Don't be ignorant my brother

Shalom!

Righteousness89:
since GOD can have Mercy, can you Commit suicide?

I'm too strong for that. Sometimes, we are too quick to condemn as if we are God. Allow God to do the sentencing.

Righteousness89:
GOD gave u Brain..
GOD gave u his commandments
GOD gave u his Word to guide u..

Don't be ignorant my brother

Shalom!

It's ok. Let us not fight over this.

clevvermind:
I'm too strong for that. Sometimes, we are too quick to condemn as if we are God. Allow God to do the sentencing.

The Truth is not Condemning..

We Speak the Truth to help the living...

The Truth sets free!

If the sister has had someone to tell her the truth, Maybe she won't do it

Ewedu nd Amala at it again,
After Votin 4 PMB, u must enjoy de fruit of una labour,
4+4=2023

Mak she die naaah,
PMB Sai Baba
Till 2023

Righteousness89:
The Truth is not Condemning..

We Speak the Truth to help the living...

The Truth sets free!

If the sister has had someone to tell her the truth, Maybe she won't do it

it's OK. Let us not fight over this.

clevvermind:
It's ok. Let us no fight over this.

My Brother, I don't fight!

I speak the Truth! I love people to speak the truth also to me! The Truth could hurt but it Corrects

AudioNews:
Ewedu nd Amala at it again, After Votin 4 PMB, u must enjoy de fruit of una labour, 4+4=2023
Mak she die naaah, PMB Sai Baba Till 2023

This is stupid. Stop this nonsense.

Chaiii..... Wasted

Parents are failing their children greatly. No connection between parents and their children,they don't care about the emotional outbreak and pains of their children . They think being a good parents is just about forcing them to church, feeding them and paying their school fees.