Nurse Eliza

30/03/2026

Just to clarify:

I made a post about Blessingceo cancer story and shared proof of my donation. A few people misunderstood it, although many messaged me privately with their thoughts which I truly appreciate.

In that post, I said “I hope her story is true.” Some people took that to mean I was wishing that she actually has cancer - that’s not what I meant.

What I meant is that I hope she is not faking the story to extort money from her followers.

Nigerians are some of the most loving and compassionate people in the world. We are emotional, and that can make us vulnerable in situations like this.

It wouldn’t be surprising if someone gave their last money just to support her, hoping she and her family don’t go through such an illness.

Cancer is very real and deeply painful. I even shared a video I recorded last year where I was almost in tears after working in a cancer ward. I’ve personally lost a cousin to breast cancer, so stories like this hit close to home.

I’m sure many others who have lost loved ones feel the same way.

That’s why I find it extremely difficult to believe that anyone would lie about having cancer just to raise money. But at the same time, we’ve seen surprising things happen, and as someone pointed out to me, anything is possible. We seen celebrities faking their own death.

To those saying I’m chasing clout - I’m not. I have no reason to. If I wanted attention, I would have publicly called her out when she previously took money from me for an advert and failed to deliver. Even after she came back, apologised, and asked for more money (which I paid), she still didn’t follow through, she scammed me. I chose to stay silent then because I don’t believe in dragging people online.

I’m speaking now because this situation is serious. If this turns out to be a hoax, then it should be properly investigated and handled by the authorities. Enough of this desperation

Verydarkblackman said that Blessing Cara Okoro cannot be trusted and I echo that!!!.

Cancer is not something anyone should ever use to deceive people.

29/03/2026

I’ve sent my donation for Blessingceo cancer treatment, and I truly hope her story is genuine.

If it turns out to be a hoax, I will take appropriate legal action, cancer is not something anyone should use for content or deception.
It’s a serious illness that has claimed millions of lives.
I’ve had my own experience with Blessing in the past, where she scammed me significant amount of money after paying her to promote my page. Still, I’m choosing to handle this situation with maturity rather than engage in public disputes.

Blessing is not someone you can trust.

My narration for the transfer is : For cancer treatment, but if the story is a hoax. I will sue you.

29/03/2026

I find it hard to believe that anyone would falsely claim to have cancer in order to raise money. But if Blessingceo cancer story is a hoax, she must be arrested.
Cancer is far too serious and emotional to be treated as a joke.

28/03/2026

CANCER!!!

This was me last year after a shift on a cancer ward. Honestly, oncology is the one place I never want to work. It’s too emotional for me.
Forget strength or muscles, I've cried every single time i did a shift their. If you’ve never stepped into a cancer ward, I truly think you should. It would changes something in you. It will make you see life differently.

The day i made this video. I had booked a shift on a renal ward, but when I arrived, I was sent to oncology because they were short-staffed.

I cared for five patients three women and two men, all under 40. Their stories would humble you.

Every single one of them had dreams, plans, and hope

The youngest was a 28-year-old Nigerian woman with breast cancer. Her breast was like rotten cooked beef. She was in constant, unbearable pain no matter the amount of pain killer given to her.

For the entire 12-hour shift, she cried out and called on God for help, playing Pastor Jerrys of NNSPD prayers loudly on her phone.

One patient shared something that stayed with me.

He was an IT consultant, earning well and constantly travelling for work. He didn’t spend much time with his family but made sure they had everything they needed.

His plan was to build wealth, invest, then slow down and finally enjoy life with them. He had already bought properties in London and planned to take it easy in a couple of years… then cancer struck. Lying in that hospital bed, he was trying to make up for lost time with his children, but it felt too late.

He said to me "Chi, I have the money now but not health, I would happily trade my entire wealth for my health. I didn't experience my children growing up".

That broke me.

My very first shift on an oncology ward as a registered nurse was during COVID. I can’t even fully explain what I saw, patients were passing away so quickly.

There was even a porter assigned just to move bodies. I was inexperienced and didn’t understand how things worked there.

I noticed a large bell on the ward and I was wondering why they had such a huge bell on the ward, i assumed it was for mealtimes, like in other wards.

So during meal time, I was told to ring the bell, I assumed it was that particular bell and I went and start ringing it.

Suddenly, staffs and patients rushed out and looking at me. The ward manager shouted for me to stop.

I was so confused. Then they explained… that bell wasn’t for meals. It was for celebration. When a patient beats cancer and is being discharged, everyone forms a guard of honour, the bell is rung, and they walk out.

I didn’t know. Thankfully, they laughed about it, but I’ll never forget that moment.

Cancer is not something I would wish on anyone.

If you’re reading this, I pray that you and your loved ones never experience it.

CLAIM IT!!. Type Amen!!!

AMEN!!!!!
ISEE!!!!!!

23/03/2026

22/03/2026

PART 4. MUMMY M.

Good evening everyone. Let me wrap up this story-

sorry for keeping you waiting, I’ve been quite busy.

So we stormed straight into Anini’s shop.

And that’s when the real drama began.

Anini looked completely confused. He walked into his shop and sat down quietly. He must have thought it was
a scene from a Nigerian movie.

As usual, I was polite and respectful, so I greeted him properly as my elder.

While I was still greeting him, I didn’t realize that my guys, Ali and Oma (Nwa Akpa), had other plans.

Ali picked up a television, Oma grabbed a DVD player, and they started heading out.

Anini was speechless, he just stood there watching us. His apprentice tried to intervene and rushed to collect the items from my guys, but someone shouted at him, “Bia nwoke m, ịman je nọọ nwayọ” (young man, go and sit down quietly).

He immediately got the message and froze.

Honestly, I didn’t go there to take his things, so I started begging my guys to return the electronics. After much pleading, they eventually returned everything.

Then I told Anini that I heard he wanted to have me arrested, so I had come to present myself.

He looked shocked.

By this time, crowd had started gathering.

One man who sold foam in the building couldn’t hide his excitement, he kept mocking Anini, reminding him how he had boasted about arresting me and urging him to go ahead and do it now.

Another neighbor went inside and told Mummy M what was happening.

She rushed out immediately, pleading with us to leave.

Before we left, I warned Anini that if he ever mentioned “Staff” again, not even “Staffoo”, would chase him out of Awka. Empty threats, of course 😂😂.

We left and went behind the Timber, where we ate custard and beans before heading home.

The next day, the real trouble started, from Mummy M’s siblings.

She called me urgently to say that Anini had reported to her brothers that I came with cultists to harass him.

They warned that they didn’t want to see me around her again. Because Mummy M was deeply in love and refused to leave me, no matter the threats.

The pressure kept building. She didn’t want to lose me, but she also feared her brothers.

Still, our love was strong, and we were determined to stay together. At one point, she even suggested we elope 😂😂.

“Obala Emma! To where? So they’ll say I kidnapped someone’s daughter? Omo, no be me and you.”

I wasn’t about to do anything that could jeopardize my admission because already my auntie and uncles were saying that I was "O O". For people that didn’t pass through university, "O O" means Ogbu Oge ( wasting time). Basically some people would come to university, rent a house, attend lectures and do assignments yet they are not real university. Some even go as far of sitting for exams. They would just write rubbish or pass empty answer sheet. O Os are the worst people to keep as friends in university.

Infact. God really saved me because most of my friends in uni were O O and I didn't realise until our degree exams.

Eventually, one of her brothers returned and asked to see me. At first, Mummy M didn’t want me to go, but I convinced her. I made sure I went with enough money, just in case.

What was supposed to be a serious confrontation surprisingly turned into a relaxed conversation over drinks at a beer parlour.

That moment marked a turning point in my relationship with Mummy M.

Let me pause here for now, I know you’re all wondering what happened next, whether I married her, and all that. I’ll be back with the rest of the story.

Right now, I’m not in the best mood anyway… my club Arsenal just lost the League Cup to Manchester City

My name is Chibuike ( Staffoo)
Nurse Eliza but not a quack Nurse

22/03/2026

Dear Arsenal fans,

No matter the outcome of this game, be happy. We will be champion of England in few weeks and Tottenham is fighting for relegation.

22/03/2026

Una say make take break from work and i did just that. 🌡💉

21/03/2026

Morning lovelies

18/03/2026

Have a blessed day people.

16/03/2026

PART 3: MUMMY M.

Good evening my people! How is everyone doing?

I’ve got a little bit of time, so let’s continue with Part 3 of the story about Mummy M.

I just finished a 12-hour shift and I’m currently on the train heading home. To be honest, it wasn’t a bad shift, but I’m exhausted.

I didn’t even take my break today and I haven’t eaten anything all day. I’ve been fasting- not because of Ramadan, but because I’m trying to lose some weight.

I want to cut down a bit. I actually used my break time to work on my 3000-word essay and portfolio, so that also added to the tiredness.

Anyway, let’s dive back into the story.

I had no idea that Anini (remember, that’s not his real name) had been grooming Mummy M for marriage when she came of age.

According to Mummy M, she wasn’t aware of this either, but Anini was very particular about her. For example, whenever she wore a short dress, he would caution her and tell her to go and change.

Anini’s sister would always refer to Mummy M as “our wife” and would regularly buy her gifts.

The funny thing was that Mummy M hadn’t even turned 18 at that time, and as you can imagine, marriage wasn’t even on her mind.

She thought they were joking.

It later became clear that Anini had probably told his siblings about his intentions.

It’s also important to note that Anini was already an adult at a time when Mummy M was still a little girl bathing outside, So you can imagine the huge age difference.

As I mentioned earlier, my relationship with Mummy M became a big topic in her neighbourhood.

News spread quickly that she was dating “one student like that.” It was shocking to many people for several reasons.

First, Mummy M was known as a very quiet and shy girl. Many people actually believed she would eventually become a reverend sister because she spent most of her time in church, attending evening mass, going for catechism classes, visiting the chapel, or assisting the reverend fathers.

She was extremely gentle and harmless. In fact, people used to say she couldn’t even kill a bird, which was how she got the nickname “Taata” (Baby).

And let me not lie - Mummy M was very beautiful. Her Shape bugodi one in a million🤣.

To show you how young she looked, many of my friends would jokingly refer to her as my daughter. My friends especially Apga and Ezemou would tease me constantly. They would shout across the department that I was committing “child abu*e” because they believed she looked too young for me.

Mummy M was very shy. Whenever she saw my friends, she would hide behind me.

However, it’s important to point out that our relationship remained completely platonic until she turned 18.

Back then, I would visit Mummy M almost every night and sometimes sneak her out of the house.

In fact, I temporarily converted to Catholic and started attending evening mass regularly. Not because I suddenly became very holy but because it was the best opportunity to spend time with her.

Soon, the neighbours started mocking Anini.

They would say a small boy had snatched his potential wife from him.

Anini began to feel very uneasy about my presence.

Normally he closed his electronics shop around 6 pm, but because of me he started staying open much later just to monitor whether I would show up.

At first, Mummy M was afraid. She would hide whenever she wanted to see me or sometimes tell Anini she was going to visit a female friend when she was actually coming to my house.

I don’t think I mentioned earlier that Mummy M’s elder brothers were all abroad, and because of that they had entrusted Anini with some level of responsibility over their family.

In fact, at that time the only reliable way for them to communicate with Mummy M’s family was through Anini, because he owned a mobile phone which was a big deal back then.

Business-wise, Anini wasn’t doing badly at all. He probably owned one of the biggest electronics shops on Arthur Eze Avenue at that time.

Mummy M’s parents trusted and liked him.

Meanwhile, I was gradually becoming very popular around the neighbourhood. Everyone now knew me as Mummy M’s boyfriend.

The tenants in their compound liked me a lot. Her younger sister was actually my number one fan, and her younger brother Uba (May his soul continue to rest in perfect peace) also liked me. Let’s just say I’m a very likeable person 😂.

However, the constant mockery from the neighbours began to get to Anini.

After repeatedly warning Mummy M to stop seeing me and she refused, he finally threatened that he would have me arrested if he saw me around their house again.

Before making that threat, he had already asked Mummy M to give him my address, but she refused.

When he made the arrest threat, Mummy M became very frightened. She started crying and begging him not to arrest me.

She even asked some of the tenants to plead with him on my behalf, but Anini refused.

He went further and threatened that he would come to my department in school to get me arrested.

At that time, I knew nothing about these threats because Mummy M didn’t tell me.

Instead, she suddenly stopped allowing me to come to her house. She told me it was to avoid trouble and started visiting me instead.

I found this strange and even threatened to break up with her and accusing her of seeing someone else before she finally revealed the threats Anini had been making.

The moment I heard that Anini had threatened to arrest me, I went ballistic.

Anini wants to arrest who? Me??

Me? Staffoo??

Ezigbo nwa 042??

Taa!!!

I simply said, “Okay… we shall see.”

Actually, now that I think about it, it might have been Mummy M’s younger sister who first told me about the threats.

Mummy M herself didn’t want to tell me because she was afraid I would escalate the situation.

After hearing about the threats, I told Mummy M that I wouldn’t come to her house again so as to avoid trouble.

What I didn’t tell her was that I had already made up my mind to confront Anini.

Days passed and I stopped showing up around their compound.

Anini started boasting that he had successfully scared me away.

Some of the tenants even started pitying me, thinking I had run away because I was afraid of being arrested.

One day I ran into one of the tenants at Temp Site, and he told me I shouldn’t be afraid of Anini’s threats.

Little did they know what I had planned.

Then one Saturday… BOOM!

I chose Saturday deliberately because it was the busiest day and I knew everyone would be around.

Myself, my guy Oma (the Viking), my roommate Ali, Eze Azu, Auto, and two of Ali’s friends (I can’t even remember if my guy IK joined us) all stormed Aninj"s shop in a comando style.

We boarded about 4 okadas from UNIZIK Junction and arrived simultaneously.

We intentionally hired brand-new okadas driven by those young reckless riders , you know the type who sit with half of their bottom on the seat and the other half hanging outside like they are about to fall off and bending their legs and back like they got hunchback.

As we arrived, they were riding about 20mph and suddenly hit the brakes hard right in front of Anini’s shop.

The tyres screeched loudly and skidded to a stop.

Shuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!

Shuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!

Shuuuuuu!!!!

All of then stopping simultaneously and making a scene.

Immediately, we all jumped down like military commandos.

None of us was under six feet tall , except Ali, who almost escaped being a midget.

But honestly, Ali’s face alone could scare anybody.

You don’t need Ebuka Obi to tell you that Ali is a… 😅.

Anyway…

We stormed straight into Anini’s shop.

And that’s when the real drama began.

But make I sleep first abeg.
We will continue Part 4 another day.

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I’m putting a lot of time and effort into writing these stories for you all.

Biko! 🙏

My name is Chibuike ( Staffoo)
Nurse Eliza but not a quack Nurse.