Training and Development Consultant with the Industrial Training Fund (ITF).
Quiet,reserved and gentle with a passion for the culinary arts.
An aspiring Writer.
Day 5 na to remind you why you gats avoid Sahara desert.
Chai, if your motor spoil for desert or you no get water, e get big chance say dehydration go kpai you.
No be lie o; I sabi people wey kpai this way. Me sef, na small e remain make I kpai when our truck break down for desert.
20 New Books To Be Launched on 7 October 2026 in Abuja
Something had to be done to improve the overall quality of children's books being published in Nigeria.
With funding from @EUinNigeria and support from @Sterling_Bankng, @bookbuzzNG embarked on the Nigerian Picture Book Project, with the goal of training 24 writers and 24 illustrators and producing 20 new high-quality, culturally relevant picture books for Nigerian children (aged 4–9).
These books entertain, enrich and educate, and they remind Nigerian children that they too deserve to see themselves in the books they read.
I had the honour of working with talented writers and illustrators from Nigeria's six geopolitical zones. I trained the writers for 12 weeks and edited their stories with my @OuidaBooks team.
I am incredibly grateful to the @bookbuzzNG team for all their work. Creatively, I am indebted to #Slovenian #illustrator Maša P. Žmitek who worked me every step of the way. Special thanks to @Mimaster_Illo and @BoChildrensBook. I must also thank Dr Olaokun Soyinka for helping me make sure the important things i don’t like doing get done.
Czech illustrator Květa Pacovská once said,
"A picture book is the first art gallery a child visits." Nigerian children must not be denied this opportunity to access our stories, art, culture and history. It is their right.
Please celebrate the superstars who made these books, and tag every primary school, parent and librarian you know. 😄
‘God Save Me’.
That was the graffiti (pictured below) imprinted on a car by an unknown African migrant held hostage at a trafficking house in Ghut Shaal, Janzur, in north-western Libya.
In truth, only God can save any migrant who gets stuck in Libya after abandonment by heartless Libyan traffickers and kidnappers or arrest and detention by the police. But the mortal that I only am, I am determined to save as many migrants as possible from asking God to save them after embarking on an ill-advised trip to Libya.
Therefore, starting tomorrow and for the next 20 days, I’ll be on a campaign of short videos enlightening the public on why they should steer clear of Libya. These videos will be on all social media platforms, but my primary targets are Tiktok and Facebook, where traffickers often hoodwink unsuspecting youth with fake promises of a better life.
For the first 10 days, my messages will be released in English (morning) and Pidgin (evening).
The final 10 days will be made in Hausa (morning), Igbo (afternoon) and Yoruba (evening), consequently eliminating language barriers among subliterates and illiterates, who constitute the prime target groups of traffickers.
I know some will only learn by experience and will proceed to Libya regardless of advisories to the contrary, but I also know many would stay put in Nigeria if they had access to credible information.
Migrants like ‘Para’ and Samuel who told me “I wouldn’t have come if I knew I would suffer this much”, those are my targets. So help me God!
After 16 years, four FIFA Women's World Cups, seven WAFCON appearances and five African titles, Osinachi Ohale @OhaleOsinachi has called time on her international career.
Thank you for your service to Nigeria, Osinachi.
Forever a Super Falcon. 🇳🇬❤
Trekking in the desert like the Israelites. Waylaid by desert bandits. The Benue girl “brutally raped for 3 days” by traffickers.
The 3rd and final installation of @fijnigeria’s migrant investigation.
UNDERCOVER: Europe Through the Sahara Desert and the Mediterranean Sea (III) https://t.co/gbFaEsOwKU
6 straight days without a bath. Vehicle breakdown in the heart of the desert. Becoming slaves to Arab traffickers.
Part II of my migrant investigation released by @fijnigeria
UNDERCOVER: Europe Through the Sahara Desert and the Mediterranean Sea (II) https://t.co/4OY1xALkGu
From the archives.
Rosemary Atoo Joseph, a Nigerian Army war veteran and one of Nigeria’s pioneering female soldierss.Captured by Sierra-Leone rebels but released unharmed, amid fears of fierce reprisals from the Nigerian military.
In the late 1990s, she was among the Nigerian female soldiers to accompany ECOMOG troops into battle during the Sierra-Leone intervention.
Having joined the Nigerian army in 1993, Rosemary was deployed to Sierra-Leone, where she served as an ECOMOG field operative. She was part of the Nigerian led ECOMOG forces that fought their way into Freetown and captured the State House, helping restore President Ahmad Tejan Kabbah's government.
During another mission, her unit was ambushed, and Rosemary was captured by rebels in the forest. She was eventually released unharmed after the rebels discovered she was Nigerian.
My name is oSHAMO, Her name is shiloh yodelle & we have a joint project coming out shortly.
We need your support to get to our sound to its target audience🙏🏾🥹🖤..
God bless you as you repost & share❤️
Title - “Dont say bye”
I’m deeply honoured to have been named Outstanding Youth of the Year 2025 (New Media) by the National Youth Council of Nigeria (NYCN), Ogun State Chapter.
The award was presented at the 2026 International Youth Day event on August 27 at the June 12 Cultural Center in Abeokuta, but I was unavoidably out of town and couldn’t receive it personally.
Yesterday, I finally received it at the NYCN Ogun State Secretariat.
Recognition like this is both an honour and a responsibility. I’m grateful for this, and I remain committed to using my voice and platform to contribute meaningfully to Ogun State.
I sincerely appreciate the State Chairman, Oloye Akolawole Shoremi, for his exceptional leadership, as well as the State Secretary, Dotun Opaleye (Zamora) @orladhortun.
Special thanks to you all who made this possible. This recognition is as much yours as it is mine.
Thank you 🙏.
₦17.5M car vs ₦17.5M fish-smoking oven.
In 2023, I spent ₦17.5 million building a 10-ton firewood smoker oven.
Today, building the same oven would cost over ₦35 million and that same oven is still working and making me money.
Then, in December 2024, I bought a specially modified 2014 Toyota Camry for ₦17.5 million. After about 18 months, its trade-in value was put at around ₦8 million.
One was an asset. The other was depreciating.
This is why I always tell young people: don’t be too quick to spend your first serious money on things that only give you temporary enjoyment.
Your first money is a seed.
“The forest is inside the seed.”
Don’t consume the seed before it becomes a forest.
Invest first. Build something that makes money. Then let the money buy you the things you desire.
I am not preaching theory. I am speaking from my own experience.
Take it or leave it. ❤️
A chilling encounter with four shabbily dressed policemen who threatened to shoot at me last last night…
The full story:
I left the State House in Marina at 10:46pm yesterday after my final work engagement, heading home; first, to pick up a stuff I was to deliver to a journalist colleague at The Nation newspaper on Fatai Atere Way in Matori, Mushin.
We had agreed to meet at the newspaper’s office at 8pm but I forgot to carry the item I was to deliver while I rushing out to work earlier in the day.
I also had a plan to visit a hospital to see my family’s newborn and the mother after leaving The Nation newspaper’s office.
Unfortunately, I left work late.
So, I called the journalist colleague who was still in the office if he could tarry for me, while I quickly drove back home to pick the item and meet up with him at Fatai Atere Way to deliver the item.
Item delivered to the receiver.
Then, I thought of stopping at the hospital, too, about 10km away from the newspaper’s office.
Time was already 11:34pm when I departed The Nation’s office, heading to the hospital via Daleko Road — the easiest arterial route to get on the Apapa-Oshodi Expressway.
I was on the arterial road around 11:36pm, but the vision was pretty poor due to the drizzling rain smearing my windscreen.
At a particular spot on the stretch, I noticed a passenger mini bus (painted in commercial bus yellow) in front, moving slowly right in the middle of the two-lane road inward Daleko Bridge.
I honked at the driver to pull over to the side to allow me to drive past. The mini bus, however, narrowed the path further, forcing me to immediately apply brake.
I flashed my headlights to full intensity to see what the bus driver was up to.
To my horror, I saw a hooded occupant sticking out his head from the middle seat of the unregistered mini bus, flagging me down. The full light revealed the shadows of other occupants, clearly indicating the danger of getting too close to the mini bus.
I was extremely terrified!
“Oh my God! These guys seem to be robbers,” I yelled at myself.
There was no other vehicle riding on the road at the time; we were the only two vehicles on the road in the first 3 mins of the encounter.
I immediately put my vehicle in reverse, trying to escape from what might be coming. Then, the first occupant got out of the mini bus, wearing black armless jacket with vague insignia and holding a gun.
My heart literally jumped out of my chest.
I had moved about 7 metres back, but stopped the vehicle when I saw the gun-wielding hooded man approaching faster.
The second occupant got out of bus with a tear gas gun. This made me think they might be policemen.
My heart started beating again.
The third occupant got out, holding a gun. The driver parked in the middle of the road and came down too.
I slowly wounded down, staring frighteningly at the armed men as they walked towards me.
“Come down, we want to search your boot,” one of them barked at me.
They didn’t identify themselves. The “police” tag on the jacket one of them was wearing was barely visible.
I complied with their order. I got out gently, walked to the back to open the boot of my SUV. One of them searched, while I stood there, still recovering from the horror that had gripped me.
Well, I usually don’t leave any item in my boot other than the spare tyre, hydraulic tools and road safety gears that are meant to be there.
Since he didn’t see anything to complain about, the hooded guy requested for my driver’s licence.
I said: “Oga, I don’t think the manner with which you just approached me is appropriate. Now, you are asking me for driver’s licence by this time of the day.
I’m going to the hospital, pls.”
“If you like, be going to church. It’s none of our business. Get your vehicle’s and driver’s licence out now,” the hooded “gun-wielding man hollered.
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@PoliceNG@TunjiDisu1@LagosPoliceNG@CruLagospolice@Mr_JAGs
They both suffered a lot to raise us. I celebrate them together always. May you continue to live in good health to reap what you sow. Your prayers keep going, and your words make me strong.
Happy birthday to you IYEMI 🙏🙏🙏
I just remembered one of those days it rained heavily and I was at Iyana Ipaja. All the keke and buses were charging ₦1,500–₦2,000 to Ayobo, so I entered one keke for ₦1,500.
On getting to Water Bus Stop, there was serious traffic. This keke driver suddenly saw his family, his dad and sisters, standing in the rain looking for keke or bus to go home.
Omo, that’s how this man told ALL OF US to come down from his keke because he wanted to go and carry his family. 😭😭😭
GUYYYY, it wasn’t funny that day ooo! 😭 We cursed him because there were no keke or buses anywhere, and we had no choice but to come down. At least he refunded our money. 😂
According to him, “If anything happens to me, na my family go take care of me, no be una passengers.” 😭😭😭
Omo, family first but this one pain us sha. 😭😂