DO YOU KNOW THAT THE IGBO APPRENTICESHIP SYSTEM HAS PRODUCE BILLIONAIRES AND MULTI MILLION DOLLAR COMPANIES?
Little wonder do you know that such men that are well know today in Nigeria, Men like Innoson, Cocharis, Ibeto, chikason, Ekenedilichukwu are all product of THE IGBO APPRE
This is the kind of children we are raising in Igbo land. Every Igbo child must be in school.
Education is not a scam in our region, and every governor in Igbo land must invest in education.
#igboamaka#igboeducation
Urgent Need of an Househelp
My cousin is looking for a reliable and experienced househelp his parents in Lagos.
Salary: ₦30,000 monthly
Feeding: Two meals per day
Location: Lagos
Working Hours:
7:30 AM – 7:30 PM (Monday – Saturday)
Requirements:
•Must be 25 years and above
•Minimum of OND qualifications and a lady preferably though guys can still apply.
•Must be patient and able to endure
•Hardworking and diligent
•Respectful and well-mannered
If you meet the above requirements and are interested, let me know in the CS, I’ll send you a DM.
@SirChrisOkoye@Kene_Nnewi He didn't see the long term benefit. And how sustainable his business is compared to the temporary adventure he was striving after.
The 250,000 naira I stole in 2015 for my girlfriend's birthday was my father’s entire blood pressure converted into physical paper. He was a major distributor of plastics in Keffi market, and the four walls of that shop stood as the only fence between our family and absolute poverty.
When my dad noticed the money had vanished from his Kolo, Baba did not shout. He simply came to my room, stood there like a man who had already seen the ending of a Nollywood film, and looked at me: "If that money no show before evening, I go call vigilante make dem carry you''
So, the thing is our local vigilantes then were far more effective than the police because they would beat you on the busiest road in the community while the youths gathered to watch. I had seen them beat a grown man until he vomited blood, the stigma alone could permanently earn me a wicked names like ''Onye-oshi Kolo'' ''CBN Governor, Kolo Branch'' and a lifetime of ''see the boy wey thief 250k for ihm babe''
Fear does not negotiate with common sense. In my nineteen-year-old skull the plan sat clean and stupid. Burn the greasy sixty-leaves ledger where he scratched every kobo of sales, and the law would have nothing to chew on. So I slipped back into the shop at midnight, one box of matches in my pocket and the brain of a goat running from lions.
I only wanted page forty-two gone. Fire, though, has never been anybody’s errand boy.
Unfortunately...The flame jumped like market gossip, licking from the ledger to a carton of highly flammable goods. Within ten minutes, my father’s entire legacy was a razed down. I stood across the street in the shadows and watched twenty years of a man's pure sweat evaporate into the dark sky.
My Dad never recovered, infact he developed stroke after two weeks. On his dying bed, he held my hand tightly and told me that God would restore all the years the mysterious fire consumed. He passed away peacefully, completely unaware that he was actively praying for his own assassin.
The guilt still haunts me till date.
#Fiction #Storytelling
DO YOU KNOW THAT THE IGBO APPRENTICESHIP SYSTEM HAS PRODUCE BILLIONAIRES AND MULTI MILLION DOLLAR COMPANIES?
Little wonder do you know that such men that are well know today in Nigeria, Men like Innoson, Cocharis, Ibeto, chikason, Ekenedilichukwu are all product of THE IGBO APPRE
DO YOU KNOW THAT THE IGBO APPRENTICESHIP SYSTEM HAS PRODUCE BILLIONAIRES AND MULTI MILLION DOLLAR COMPANIES?
Little wonder do you know that such men that are well know today in Nigeria, Men like Innoson, Cocharis, Ibeto, chikason, Ekenedilichukwu are all product of THE IGBO APPRE
This is Master Chisom. The mathematics teacher from Evergreen Schools Enugu.
His students won all the 1st, 2nd and 3rd position in Junior Category of South East Maths Olympiad 2026.
He has been silently shaping generations.
Let’s celebrate his birthday today!
My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was walking downstairs to make breakfast for my dad when she suddenly had a heart attack and fell. My father lifted her as best as he could and almost carried her to the truck. He drove to the hospital as fast as possible, ignoring traffic lights along the way.
When they arrived, she was already gone.
At the funeral, my father did not say a word. He stared into space and barely cried.
That evening, his children stayed with him. In the middle of our grief and memories, we shared stories about the happy times. He asked my brother, who studies theology, to tell him where Mom might be at that moment. My brother spoke about life after death and shared thoughts about where she could be.
My father listened closely. Then, all of a sudden, he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
“Dad,” we said, “it’s 11 at night. We can’t go to the cemetery now.”
He raised his voice slightly and, with tearful eyes, said, “Please don’t argue with me. Don’t argue with a man who just lost his wife of 55 years.”
We fell silent out of respect. No one argued again. We went to the cemetery. Using a flashlight, we found her grave.
My father sat down, prayed, and then said to us, “It was 55 years. Do you understand? No one can truly speak about real love unless they have shared their life with someone.”
He stopped for a moment and wiped his tears.
“She and I were together in good times and bad,” he continued. “When I changed jobs, we moved together. When we sold the house, we packed and started over. We shared the happiness of seeing our children become parents. We cried together when loved ones passed away. We prayed side by side in hospital waiting rooms. We supported each other in pain, hugged each other every day, and forgave each other’s mistakes.”
Then he paused again and said, “Children, all of that is over now, and tonight I feel thankful. Do you know why? Because she left before me. She did not have to feel the pain of burying me or being alone after I was gone. I will carry that pain instead, and I thank God for that. I love her so much that I would never want her to suffer.”
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I were crying. We hugged him, and he comforted us by saying, “It’s alright. We can go home now. It has been a long day.”
That night I truly understood what real love means. It is more than romance or physical attraction. It is two people standing beside each other, committed to one another, through every good moment and every hard time life brings.
Peace be in your hearts.
#copied
In just six months, Rwanda 🇷🇼 built a $23.7 million solar plant in 2014 with 28,000 panels spread across 17 hectares.
It created 350 jobs, boosted electricity production by 6%, and now powers 15,000 homes, lighting up village communities across the country.
NG Twitter is nothing like Abroad Twitter, and that difference hurts.
On Abroad Twitter, talent is recognized. A small account with less than 100 followers can tweet something amazing and suddenly big accounts, influencers, even celebrities are engaging, quoting, and giving credit without hesitation. No pride. No insecurity. Just people lifting people.
But on NG Twitter? The case is reversed.
A small account can pour their heart into a tweet, post something original and powerful, and instead of support, influencers screenshot it. They repost it on their own timelines like it was theirs. Some don’t even bother changing a word. All just to deny the original creator the visibility, engagement, and growth they desperately need.
These same influencers expect everyone to engage their posts, hype them, help them grow but when it’s time to return the love, especially to smaller accounts, they suddenly go blind.
That’s why NG Twitter feels less like a community and more like a hierarchy. The big accounts eat, the small ones starve.
Honestly, there’s barely any difference between some NG Twitter influencers and Nigerian politicians:
selfish, greedy with power, and completely uninterested in lifting others.
And that’s the sad truth.
My 2025 wrap:
- Moved into my big-girl apartment after house-hunting for five months.
- Furnished said apartment to about 80%, I think.
- Completed NYSC
- Launched my email marketing agency after procrastinating for years.
- Hired some teammates and officially started paying salaries.
- Boarded my first flight
- Boarded my second flight
- Started creating video content on TikTok and YouTube
- Generated a lot of revenue for my clients, and some for myself
- Got ghosted by many prospects; some even blocked me for sending cold DMs 😹
- Made some genuine friendships
- Got into a few talking stages, none worked out. We go again next year.
- Learned how God speaks to me (still learning)
- Visited the gym (but only to make enquiries 😭)
- Lost my dad, lost track, and struggled really hard
- Probably cried more this year than I ever have as an adult.
- I survived, and I’m still surviving.
Cheers to a better 2026 in advance 🥂
This December, if you got money, find 2-4 of your guys who got money too. Y'all should enjoy together.
Going out with broke guys will only drain your pocket and limit you from enjoying. But when everyone is paying for something, got their own money. You'll enjoy it better.