the things full grown men need advise/teaching on mehn, e dey always muzz me.
"don't pay for love with money"
"you only spend money on a woman that loves you, not so she can love you"
"don't be ashamed of telling your partner you don't have money for *that* at this time"
na now i understand the pain wey lecturers dey feel if their students no sabi wetin them suppose don sabi for primary and secondary school😂
Once we are able to get a Competent leader at the TOP, Governors will sit up, LGA Chairmen will sit up, Institutions will begin to function.
That is the EFFECT of good leadership⚠️
Encourage Someone to get a PVC Today✌️
2027 is OUR LAST CHANCE to resetting NIGERIA 🇳🇬
Foreign companies would come to Nigeria be running a program that pays workers and contractors well and as and when due. The moment they believe they established a stable system in Nigeria and hand over supervisory authority to Nigerians, BOOM!
Everything starts having hiccups. Everything delayed or entirely stopped. Employment of genuine experts die.
Who do you know or who sent you, starts. Everything starts to die.
Like government like peoples.
Only shoes, torn clothing, and bloodstains remained on the ground.
Moments earlier, 15 unarmed Christians had been gathered peacefully under a tree near Jos, Plateau State. It was a quiet Sunday evening. Women sat together braiding hair. Children cracked groundnuts and played nearby. Elderly men and women enjoyed the company of family and neighbors in the open compound.
It was an ordinary evening filled with laughter, conversations, and simple moments that many of us take for granted.
Then terrorists opened fire.
In an instant, joy turned to horror.
The laughter of children became cries for help. Families were torn apart. Mothers fell beside their children. Elderly people who could barely run found themselves trapped in unimaginable terror.
When the gunfire finally stopped, eight innocent Christians were dead.
Seven others were left wounded.
The tree that had provided shade for fellowship became a witness to tragedy. The ground was covered with abandoned shoes, scattered clothing, and the blood of people whose only crime was gathering peacefully with their loved ones.
Some families would return home that night carrying unbearable grief. Some children would spend the night asking questions that no one could answer. Some survivors would wake up the next morning wishing they could hear the voices of those they had lost just one more time.
Behind every bloodstain is a human life.
Behind every abandoned shoe is a mother, a father, a child, or a grandparent whose story was forever changed.
Please remember them in your prayers.
Please do not let their pain be forgotten.
I have looked at this list again, and all I will say is timing matters a lot in football.
Haaland scored 27 goals and 8 assists in the league, about 38 goals and 9 assists in all competitions, won 2 domestic trophies, yet he’s not even the favourite.
Part of it is because we’re already used to Haaland-level numbers, but those periods of drought really damaged the perception of his season. He had about 20 goals before January. If he had scored those same 20 goals from January till now instead, he’s probably walking away with the award comfortably.
That’s how football works sometimes. Momentum shapes narratives more than anything
People remember how you finish seasons more than how you start them. If Haaland was exploding during the title run-in, scoring every week in the biggest moments, the conversation around him would feel completely different even if the final numbers stayed exactly the same.
Form close to awards season always hits harder psychologically.
It’s why players that peak late suddenly feel unstoppable while players that started the season on fire can become normalized by the end. With Haaland, his standards are now so ridiculous too that 38 goals almost feels like he didn’t have a good season.
Flip Bruno’s form to beginning of the season and he won’t be favorite for the award. Narratives and timing are what decides award.
If any other striker pull this Haaland’s number in the league, they will also be favorites. Narratives. Timing.
Back in 2019 I was very active on Instagram.
I used to be a fan of Christopher Lee (who became popular after his portrayal of Dracula from the Bram Stoker's) novel back in the 60s.
Someone made a post on Ig, where he made a snide remark about him.
As a Christopher fan, I was quick to argue some facts albeit movies, but seems I used a tone that was not polite.
I didn't know the poster but from his response i could tell he wasn't happy, I was so sorry.
I deleted the post entered the Dm and apologized. Apology was accepted.
After that encounter, we became friends and exchanged numbers on WhatsApp.
we had never seen, just chat buddies.
Months after service I got a job at Victoria Island, of course like every young hustler.
I could not afford an apartment on the Island in Lagos back then.
It was a challenging period of my life.
So one day, my pen buddy who was like a brother chatted me up, he could tell from my tone. Something was wrong.
Hey Sina! What's good he said?
I opened up about having apartment problems and having a job on the Island.
He wasn't in Nigeria.
He goes, 'you know what' I'd talk to my family I'm sure they'd be able to fix you a place pending the time you get yours.
This was someone that didn't know me well and the trust was based off being friends and chatting on whatsapp, few voice and video calls.
I was so happy.
My mood went from 0 to 100. He called his family and set up a meeting.
I went to visit.
Of course, since I was a stranger I was asked some questions just to get to know me better.
I answered truthfully.
His family lived in one of the most expensive locations on the Island in Lagos.
The family took me in, housed me, fed me, their private chauffeur was taking me to work.
I could not imagine. I was loved.
One day a family member had an issue, of course as a young Doctor I swung in, I had my Blood pressure kit and sugar kit , ran quick tests and made sure we headed to a hospital as an emergency.
He got there and got better.
The family was happy. What are the odds that someone who was a stranger , a Doctor was available when this emergency happened and gave it all.
I still had in my mind to get my apartment once I stabilized in Lagos.
One day, Big Mum comes to meet me and says . Dr Sina , you don't have to leave.
You are a part of our family.
Feel free to call this your home. You are our son.
Anytime you are in Lagos know you have a home.
I cried, I sobbed, my eyes popped out.
I was overwhelmed with love.
This was me who didn't have a place and now I have a family that housed, fed me, Took care of me like a son.
I even wanted to say thank you and offer something to family..they laughed and said No. You are now part of the family.
On Big Mummy's birthday, I surprised her with a gift she will never forget.
Till date she keeps it.
When I was leaving lagos I cried, I went on my knees, The family prayed for me and gave me hugs.
Anytime I'm in Lagos. Big Mummy knows my best meal and I definetly have a home away from home on the Island.
I have gotten connections and links to High profile people from his family.
All this started over an online banter.
Will you call it coincidence?
No, I think it was predestined and fate.
X community pls help me, one of my baby sisters has been missing since Monday June 1. She went from Akure to ilorin to get her certificate in school and she'd been nowhere to be found since, her number isn't going. Parents and siblings can't get through to her. Pls kindly share
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