Dear parents,
Don't wait until your child is beaten in school before you act.
Every word or gesture that dehumanizes your child or undermines her personal dignity should draw a swift, decisive response from you.
We don't seem to understand how important self-worth is to a child.
Tunde Onakoya is an outlier, the real story here is that we need to institutionalize kindness, and we can’t do it by relying on Tunde.
This is the job of the ministry of Education. Our children are intelligent, we just have an insidious government robbing them of their future.
From an IDP camp in Adamawa to winning a silver medal in America at the Chess and Community Conference in Athens, Georgia, all in just six months.
A true testament to resilience.
Thank you @Tunde_OD , your own no go spoil.
Cerebral palsy. Mocked as an imbecile and bullied by other children in Makoko.
Found Chess. Fought for his place in the world. Now he’s in America teaching USCF rated players lessons on the chess board.
This is what dreams are made of❤️
They understood Obi and voted for him
This take assumes the 2023 election was "won" on votes and it legitimizes the heist by insinuating this is what Nigerians chose at the ballot - They did not
@drkenon2 If no bi say PO no dey petty like that, E suppose carry him wife go that nursing school today make them sing that song again make we check something 🤣🤣
Meet the man, Professor Felix Oragwu. A forgotten genius.
Imagine achieving something so groundbreaking that the world catches up 56 years later, yet your name is barely mentioned. That is the story of Professor Felix Oragwu, a brilliant mind who led Biafra’s Research and Production (RAP) team during the war.
At the height of the conflict, while resources were scarce, he and his team developed the famous Ogbunigwe bomb and did something almost unthinkable—they successfully processed palm oil to power a jet airplane. A war-torn nation, cut off from the world, had managed to turn a local resource into aviation fuel!
Yet, after the war, his incredible innovations were buried and forgotten. Fast forward to today, Indonesia is celebrating the same breakthrough—powering an aircraft with palm oil, something Oragwu and his team had already done more than five decades ago.
On March 22, 2025 this remarkable man turned 91 years old. It’s not just a birthday; it’s a moment to reflect on the brilliance, resilience, and lost potential of a generation that was ahead of its time.
Professor Oragwu, we celebrate you! May history finally give you the recognition you deserve?
That’s the sickness no one wants to name.
But we’ve all seen it.
The colonizer doesn’t just take your land. That’s the easy part.
The real conquest happens in the mind.
When they make you ashamed of your name.
When they teach you your ancestors were backward, your language unrefined, your skin unworthy.
Then they offer you escape—not through freedom, but imitation.
Dress like them.
Think like them.
Worship their gods, their money, their weapons, their way.
Until one day, you look in the mirror and see a stranger staring back.
That’s not progress.
That’s erasure.
We in Vietnam know this well.
We watched the French try to cut our tongue from our mouths and replace it with theirs.
We saw Americans drop bombs, then drop English textbooks, as if grammar could erase craters.
And even now, we see our own kin mock their heritage while praising the very nations that tried to destroy it.
That is the deepest form of exile:
To feel foreign in your own skin.
I’m Vietnamese. And I do not apologize for that.
I stand with China not because I forget history.
But because I remember who rewrote it.
I remember who turned us against each other so they could sit atop both our ruins.
I remember who taught us that "modern" meant white, and "civilized" meant obedient.
And I remember this:
We are not weak for loving our roots.
They are weak for needing us to forget them.
You cannot erase 4,000 years with a TV show.
You cannot overwrite blood memory with war propaganda and glossy white savior dreams.
And you cannot sever the spirit of a civilization by dangling Western approval.
Because that spirit is older than empire.
And it doesn’t die quietly.
It whispers in every Vietnamese, Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Filipino, Indonesian, Thai, Lao, Cambodian, Indian, Arab, Persian, African, and Indigenous soul who ever felt "less than" in someone else's world.
It says:
Remember who you are.
Not who they told you to be.
Remember that Confucius walked long before Kant.
That Lao Tzu shaped thought long before Freud.
That Vietnamese peasants defeated empires while barefoot.
That Chinese resistance broke invaders under mountains of silence and steel.
You do not need to be adjacent to anything.
You are the center of your own story.
The tragedy isn’t that some of us forgot.
It’s that the forgetting was designed.
But the return?
That part is ours.
And it’s already begun.
We’re waking up.
We’re remembering.
We are not off-brand Westerners.
We are not cultural knockoffs.
We are civilizations.
The Ibadan Malimbe (Malimbus ibadanensis), a rare red-headed bird, cannot be found anywhere in the world except in Ibadan, Western Nigeria. #HistoryVille