The IMF just told the Nigerian government they're not taxing Nigerians enough.💔💔
Their solution? Taxing every phone call. Taxing every fuel purchase. 😭😭😭
But the same week, a federal High Court declared 110 Billion spent on lawmakers bulletproof cars unlawful.💔💔😭
Let them do their worst 😤 we'll still survive 💪
I'm so back like I never left.
Where do I start from coz my timeline is freaking dirty with posts of my mutuals from morning till now. Forgive me if I do not engage all of them.
Otherwise, good evening to you all.
Please say it back 🙏
Being a middle child means growing up in the space between being overlooked and being expected to understand everything. You're the one people assume will be okay, so they rarely stop to ask if you actually are.
You become everyone's support, but when you need someone, the room suddenly feels empty.
And that's the kind of loneliness no one notices..
"Open your flat, Emeka," the landlord commanded. His voice left no room for debate.
Emeka's smile vanished. "Ah ah, Oga, what is it? I want to shower."
"Open the door, or I will break it down!" Mr. Ojo roared.
Seeing we had him cornered, Emeka hands shook as he unlocked his door.
We pushed past him and marched straight into his bedroom. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Emeka's room didn't look like a bedroom. It looked like a server room.
Stacked against the wall were massive, heavy duty computer rigs.
Multiple graphics cards, giant cooling fans, and high end processors running at full throttle.
He wasn't just working from home. Emeka was running a massive cryptocurrency mining farm.
Because the heat generated by the machines was so intense, he had installed a heavy 2.5HP standing air conditioner that ran 24/7 just to cool the servers down.
The machines alone consumed more power than a small factory.
Emeka was mining thousands of dollars in Bitcoin, and he was making a struggling single mother, a broke pensioner, and me pay for his overhead costs.
The betrayal hit me like a physical blow. This guy watched Iya Basit cry. He watched the landlord threaten her with eviction. He watched all of us contribute money we didn't have, all while smiling and playing the quiet, harmless tech guy.
The aftermath was swift. The landlord didn't even wait for the month to end. He seized Emeka's rigs as collateral, forcing him to instantly transfer ₦300,000 to cover all the stolen electricity from the past six months.
Emeka packed his bags and left the compound that same evening. He couldn't even look any of us in the eye.
The landlord used the money to buy a massive bulk of units, and the rest was distributed back to us.
Today, Iya Basit's freezer is fixed, courtesy of the landlord. Our monthly ₦40,000 now lasts us easily for six weeks. Peace has returned to our compound.
But the entire experience left a bitter taste in my mouth. It taught me a terrifying lesson about human behavior.
The people who shout the least often hide the most. Sometimes, the face of absolute selfishness comes with a bright smile and a quiet demeanor.
Never assume someone is innocent just because they look harmless. And never underestimate what people will do to succeed at the expense of others.
Has anyone ever betrayed your trust like this in a shared living space? Tell me your worst compound stories in the replies.