@officialABAT I actually do not not why you have an X account cos you are not the one actually typing... Most of the interviews you do,the things you say are incongnitive ... This might not make sense to you cos it doesn't make any sense to me either
I made the greatest mistake on X today
I reposted him before realizing
he doesnโt repost anyoneโs tweets except his ownโฆ his timeline is just self-service ๐.
Those that have been paused or not monetized yet ,Where una dey see money to renew blue tick subscription ??
Using from my money is making my heart to do gbim gbim gbim
Those that have been paused or not monetized yet ,Where una dey see money to renew blue tick subscription ??
Using from my money is making my heart to do gbim gbim gbim
@Greatsam023 I'm using food money too ๐ฉ๐ฉ that's y I'm complaining....it will expire soon ๐๐ I have started rethinking my decision to buy in the first place
@EzekielOluwada6 Thank God for life.... My dad was involved in an accident about 3 years ago and the bone in his right hand got broken till now he still feels the pain
In 2022, my dad and younger brother were involved in a terrible accident at this exact spot.
I passed through here today and decided to take a picture because this place holds one of the scariest memories of my life.
They were coming from Oshodi and boarded a bus heading to Ilupeju. According to them, no one realized the driver was drunk.
Anyone familiar with this route knows there is a turning here, almost like a roundabout, where drivers are expected to slow down.
Before the accident, my dad already had a knee injury and could not bend his leg properly. Whenever he entered a vehicle, he usually kept that leg stretched out.
As the bus approached the turning, the driver failed to reduce speed. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.
The bus somersaulted.
My younger brother escaped with only a few scratches. My dad, however, hit his injured leg against the iron seat. Another woman on the bus broke her leg instantly that it was only the flesh holding the leg, while several others sustained minor injuries.
At the time, I was writing my ND exams when my mum called me with the news. My mind was completely unsettled throughout the exams, and I ended up having a carryover in one of my courses.
When I got home, I saw how much pain my dad was in. What hurt the most was that he tried to hide it from all of us.
Many nights, I would wake up and hear him groaning quietly in pain. There was little I could do except pray and ask God to send help.
A few months later, while I was back in school sorting out some things, my mum called again with good news: my dadโs workplace had agreed to sponsor the surgery on his leg.
I have rarely felt that kind of relief and happiness.
That year was one of the most difficult and frightening periods of my life and for my family.
But through it all, God showed us mercy.
Today, my dad is alive.
And for that, I will always be grateful.