DR Doris

DR Doris Hello, am Dr Doris welcome to my page, am a mother of twins, I teach and tell life changing stories,
(6)

Children Are Not InvestmentsIn the past, particularly in many African societies, having children was often seen as a for...
12/01/2026

Children Are Not Investments

In the past, particularly in many African societies, having children was often seen as a form of investment—the more children you had, the more support you expected in return. That mindset shaped family structures and expectations for generations.

However, that belief has created significant pressure in today’s world, especially for those who travel or live abroad. The moment someone leaves the country, there is often an assumption that they are suddenly wealthy. Requests and financial expectations begin to come from every direction. While generosity and supporting family are important values—and I personally believe in sharing when I can—it’s also important to pause and reflect on what is fair and healthy.

In today’s world, having children should come with intentional responsibility.

First, children have the right to live and enjoy their lives without being burdened by constant pressure to “repay” their existence.
Second, parents owe their children care, education, emotional safety, and stability.
Third, parents have a responsibility to ensure their children are well supported as they grow into independence.

The Bible says that a good parent leaves an inheritance for their children. This doesn’t necessarily mean wealth, but at the very least, a standard of living, values, and opportunities that allow them to stand on their own feet.

It is deeply concerning to see situations where parents tell their daughters, “Don’t you have a boyfriend? Go and ask him,” even for basic needs. This places children—especially young girls—under unhealthy pressure and teaches them to view relationships as transactions rather than partnerships built on respect and love.

I have seen many cases where families back home demand money from relatives abroad without knowing what those individuals are going through, how they are surviving, or what sacrifices they are making. Sometimes, the only concern is money—without care for the person’s wellbeing.

My personal view on what is often called “black tax” is this:
If your child is abroad, support them emotionally and give them time to stabilise. Allow them to build a life before placing financial expectations on them.

Children should never be treated as investments.
Children are gifts from God—meant to be nurtured, protected, and guided, not burdened with obligations they never consented to.
Let me know your thoughts on the comment sections

The waster!!!!!Chapter One: The House That Asked for BloodThe house did not look cursed.That was the first lie it told.I...
12/01/2026

The waster!!!!!
Chapter One: The House That Asked for Blood

The house did not look cursed.

That was the first lie it told.

It stood at the edge of the village, older than memory, its walls cracked but stubborn, as though time itself had tried—and failed—to claim it. Ivy clung to its stones like grasping fingers, and the roof sagged in a way that suggested weariness rather than ruin. To anyone desperate enough, it looked like salvation.

The family arrived just before dusk.

They had walked for hours, carrying what little life had spared them—two bundles of clothes, a sack of grain, and hope worn thin by hunger. The father, newly widowed, held his children close as though the world itself might sn**ch them away if he loosened his grip. Beside him walked his new wife, quiet and watchful, her eyes heavy with a future she had chosen but did not yet understand.

When the landlord emerged, he smiled too quickly.

“You may live here,” he said, his voice smooth, rehearsed. “But first, you must buy something from me.”

From behind his back, he produced an ancient sword.

Its blade was dark, not with rust but with something deeper—something that swallowed the light. The hilt was carved with symbols no one recognized, yet every person present felt their meaning in their bones. The children stepped back instinctively. The wife’s breath caught in her throat.

The father hesitated.

They had no money to spare. But they had nowhere else to go.

So in desperation, he agreed.

The moment the sword changed hands, the air shifted. The house seemed to exhale, as if it had been waiting. A door creaked open on its own, welcoming them inside.
That night, the first scream echoed through the halls.

No one knew where it came from.

Not at first.

Days passed, then weeks. The family began to change. Tempers flared without cause. Whispers filled empty rooms. Shadows moved where no light existed. One by one, they turned on each other—words became violence, love became suspicion, and suspicion became blood.

The house watched.

It always watched.

They would later learn the truth: the sword was not the curse. It was the key.

Freedom, the house demanded, could only be bought the way it had always been bought—through sacrifice. Blood for blood. Family for freedom.

And when they finally understood, it was already too late.
Chapter two to be continued if I get enough shares.
Thank you

I read a story today that brought tears to my eyes.It’s about a woman who was very close to her daughter. After years of...
12/01/2026

I read a story today that brought tears to my eyes.

It’s about a woman who was very close to her daughter. After years of loss and loneliness, she remarried, believing she had found peace again. But after the marriage, her daughter grew distant. Then the unthinkable happened — the daughter was declared dead, and the mother buried her child.

Barely a week later, the husband left and divorced her without explanation. He disappeared.

Six years later, the mother saw her “dead” daughter alive, with children — and standing beside her was her ex-husband. The truth was devastating.

This story reminded me of something important: when you have children, especially daughters, you must be very careful about who you bring into their lives. Training a child is in God’s hands, but choosing a partner is in ours.

Some seasons require patience, discernment, and caution — even when it’s hard.

What do you think?

11/01/2026

Mind who you tell ur problems, not everyone nodding understands!!!

If you know that you talk too much, just focus on speaking positive words only please 🙏 .This was ten years ago, how tim...
11/01/2026

If you know that you talk too much, just focus on speaking positive words only please 🙏 .
This was ten years ago, how time flies!!!!!!

Today at church, something really beautiful happened to me.I didn’t even know anyone was watching how I was managing my ...
11/01/2026

Today at church, something really beautiful happened to me.

I didn’t even know anyone was watching how I was managing my kids throughout the whole Mass. After church, a woman I had never met walked up to me and said she could see I was doing a good job. She said it’s not easy caring for one child, let alone two.

She then told me that the day before, she had seen a playpen and thought of my twins. She felt prompted to speak to the priest about getting approval to bring a playpen into the church so the girls could play safely instead of being stuck in the pram or running around everywhere.

She went ahead and spoke to the priest, and he was more than happy with the idea — as long as the children were comfortable and safe during Mass.

Honestly, this melted my heart.

It reminded me that you never really know who is watching you, who is being inspired, or who truly understands your effort. Sometimes, when you’re doing the right thing, it may feel unnoticed. It may not draw applause or attention. But somewhere, someone sees it. Someone knows it’s right.

So keep doing good.
Keep showing up.
Keep choosing kindness and perseverance.

Even when it feels quiet — it matters. 🤍

Every time I go to church, I end up staying outside with my kids during Mass.From the outside, it might not look right. ...
10/01/2026

Every time I go to church, I end up staying outside with my kids during Mass.

From the outside, it might not look right. But within myself, I know it is right.

Sitting still is one of the hardest things for young children to do. When I sit inside, they run, they fidget, they explore — and instead of worshipping, I’m constantly correcting.

So I sit outside. I listen. I pray. I participate the best way I can in this season of motherhood.

I truly believe this phase will pass. For now, this is what faith looks like for me — showing up, even if it looks different.

How do you cope with this phase as parents? I’d love to learn from you.

Life is simple in its own way.When you know what you love, do it like your life depends on it.For me, I love being a doc...
07/01/2026

Life is simple in its own way.
When you know what you love, do it like your life depends on it.

For me, I love being a doctor—and I show up every day with my whole heart. Not because it’s easy, but because it matters.

Whatever you love—whether it’s working in healthcare, building a business, creating content, raising a family, or chasing a dream—give it your all. Passion shows. Purpose speaks. And people can feel it when you’re doing something from the heart.

Do what you love. Do it wholeheartedly. That’s how impact is made. ❤️

Avoiding burnout is essential in every profession.Being both a doctor and a mother is one of the most demanding roles I ...
06/01/2026

Avoiding burnout is essential in every profession.
Being both a doctor and a mother is one of the most demanding roles I have ever taken on, but I have learned that coping strategies and intentional balance make all the difference.

No matter your profession—whether you are a nurse, support worker, doctor, or specialist—learning how to manage stress and prioritise work–life balance is critical. Burnout doesn’t happen overnight, and if left unchecked, it can be deeply damaging to both personal wellbeing and professional performance.

Protecting your mental health is not a luxury; it is a necessity. When we learn to cope better, we don’t just survive our roles—we thrive in them.

05/01/2026

No body can match their energy and joy

I wonder how they will look by December, two years already!!!!My God!!!!!!
05/01/2026

I wonder how they will look by December, two years already!!!!
My God!!!!!!

They are waiting for daddy to get home!!!!
05/01/2026

They are waiting for daddy to get home!!!!

Address

Sydney, NSW
2672

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when DR Doris posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Business

Send a message to DR Doris:

Shortcuts

Share

Category