This reform is incomplete. To make it balanced and effective, Hausas should be posted to serve in their own regions, Yorubas in the Southwest, and Iboes in the Southeast.
Statistics and observation show that the overwhelming majority of Iboes sent to Lagos for NYSC never return to the East, effectively turning the scheme into a one-way migration tool rather than genuine national service.
@officialABAT
Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ���15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!
@obasa_sho@firstladyship Even if the party has the same set of people that had robbed us of our states and constituents funds but suddenly became hypocrites masquerading as integrity messiahs.
Right now, this whole movement feels directionless. No clear ideological spine, just shifting alliances. Meanwhile, the real political chessboard isn’t empty, Bola Ahmed Tinubu has been playing this game for decades, building networks, structures, and influence. Whether people like it or not, he’s steps ahead, and these constant switches only widen that gap.
You can’t outplay a system you haven’t taken the time to build or fully understand. Nigerians deserve more than recycled platforms and last-minute alignments, we deserve clarity, structure, and a defined path forward.”
Founders from Yaba. Creatives from Lekki. Farmers from Badagry.
All Sectors.
All applying for the same stage.
1,000 seats · ₦200M · May 9 · National Theatre.
The room is filling up. Where is your seat?
Link in bio to registerFounders from Yaba. Creatives from Lekki. Farmers from Badagry.
All Sectors.
All applying for the same stage.
1,000 seats · ₦200M · May 9 · National Theatre.
The room is filling up. Where is your seat?
Link in bio to registerFounders from Yaba. Creatives from Lekki. Farmers from Badagry.
All Sectors.
All applying for the same stage.
1,000 seats · ₦200M · May 9 · National Theatre.
The room is filling up. Where is your seat?
Link in bio to register!
@SirloinKay@SayitasitisNg@NigeriaStories Definitely you are a bastard; it takes a bastard to identify another bastard.
You have used a left hand to describe your father's house so you are a reknowed bastard
Birthday messages from leaders are always important, but for citizens the bigger reflection is what translates from words into lived reality after the celebration fades. Nigeria’s real “report card” is often seen not in speeches, but in everyday systems people interact with.
Elections sit at the center of it. When participation is low, misinformation fills the gap, and when votes are traded or shaped by identity instead of issues, accountability becomes weak no matter how strong the message sounds.
From the market woman to the office worker, everyone feels the outcome of civic choices eventually, whether through services, security, or the economy. That is why civic education is not abstract, it is survival knowledge.
The real hope is simple: more informed participation, less emotional manipulation, and stronger attention to how outcomes are actually produced at the ballot and beyond.
Because in the end, leadership may celebrate a birthday once a year, but citizens live with decisions every single day. And maybe the real question is, are we just applauding messages, or actively shaping the system behind them?
"Peter Obi Movement is an MMM Ponzi Scheme. They tell you today that somebody is a criminal, then the next day they are with the person and they will justify why they are with the person they called criminal."
Drogba is that striker, man. There was nothing he couldn’t do as a striker.
Just remembered how he decided to show how insane his playmaking ability was vs Wigan getting involved in 5/6 goals without scoring and ended the game with a hattrick of assists.
Across Lagos Mainland, 11 minutes unfold like a statement of intent.
No remnants of decay, no fractured paths, only a city composing itself into something cleaner, calmer, more deliberate.
Lagos is not just growing, it is transforming.
"You are calling for a revolution because your favorite politician Peter Obi is not on that seat.
All of the Obidients are not more than the Nigerian youth. No revolution will happen because there is conflict of interest"
~ says a realistic Nigerian youth
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