These Police Officers just parked me at Bolade, Oshodi, pointed guns at me, and forced me to transfer N100,000 them. When my bank app showed "exceeded transfer limit", they dragged me to a nearby POS to do it with my card.
They initially demanded 150k each.
They were 4 in number.
These are the names I could copy:
Francis Adekunle
2087495551
Kuda
Friday Ikpe
9136237110
Okay
This is the phone number of the notorious Officer Friday Ikpe 09136237110. I got it from his opay
@PoliceNG@BenHundeyin@Princemoye1
Please my mutuals, if you see this on your TL, help repost or tag other relevant authorities until these criminals are apprehended.
I know a guy in Lagos who once said, “Farmers complain too much. Just plant and harvest na.”
I ask am if he has ever planted anything before.
He said, “I keep aloe vera in my balcony.”
I shock.
Many urban people think food is like electricity. You press switch, e show. You enter supermarket, tomatoes dey. You order online, rice arrive. You complain say pepper cost too much.
But somewhere, one farmer has not slept because rain refused to fall or it too much of it.
Somebody’s cassava drowned because flood no send anybody.
Somebody borrowed money to plant maize and goats and cows held meeting inside the farm.
Yet when prices go up, the first thing people say is, “These farmers are greedy.”
Bros, the tomato you squeeze inside your stew passed through more problems than some startups.
There are people who have never seen a rice farm but can argue for two hours about why rice is expensive.
There are people who think eggs are produced every morning like bank alerts.
A friend from the city visited a farm once. By 10 a.m. he was already asking where the nearest restaurant was because the sun was “too aggressive.”
That day he discovered that agriculture is not aesthetic. It is not drone shots, cowboy hats and Instagram captions. It is sweat, uncertainty, debt, pests, weather, middlemen and hope.
Maybe this is why food waste is so common in cities. When you don’t understand production, you can’t respect the process.
The distance between the farm and the city is not just kilometres.
It is understanding.
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How to Build a ₦60 Million Feed Business in Kano — Without Owning a Single Cow
Dear Farmer,
Dear Agro‑Investor,
Dear Smart Entrepreneur in the North…
Everywhere you look in Kano, Kaduna, Katsina, Jigawa…
Cattle.
Sheep.
Goats.
Poultry.
Fish farms.
But here’s what many people miss:
The real money is not in raising the animals.
It’s in feeding them.
The Silent Goldmine
Farmers are tired of expensive imported feeds.
Poultry owners complain every week: “Starter feed don cost again!”
Cattle rearers want special protein mixes during dry season.
Fish farmers are begging for floating feed that doesn’t dissolve.
And yet…
The local feed market is dominated by just a few big names.
You can change that.
Start a Livestock Feed Production Business
✔ Poultry feed (starter, grower, finisher)
✔ Goat and sheep pellets
✔ Cattle concentrates
✔ Fish feed (catfish floating pellets)
✔ Rabbit and pig feed (if your market allows)
Formulas exist. Ingredients are available locally:
– Maize
– Soybean meal
– Groundnut cake
– Bone meal
– Fish meal
– Premix vitamins
Your job is to mix, bag, and deliver.
Why This Business Works in 2025
✔ Livestock farming is growing as people shift into agriculture.
✔ Feed is the biggest expense for farmers — and they always want cheaper, quality options.
✔ You can produce in small batches and scale gradually.
✔ You can target rural farmers, city poultry owners, and even distributors.
You’re not just selling feed.
You’re selling growth, eggs, milk, and meat.
How the Business Works
1. Register your business (CAC + NAFDAC approval for feed)
2. Set up a small production unit:
– Feed mixer machine
– Grinding machine
– Weighing scale
– Bag sealer
3. Buy raw materials from local markets (Dawanau grain market is perfect)
4. Hire a nutritionist or use proven feed formulas
5. Produce in 25kg or 50kg bags
6. Sell to:
– Poultry farmers
– Cattle fatteners
– Goat and sheep rearers
– Feed distributors in rural areas
Money Breakdown (2025 Model)
Let’s say you produce:
– 20 tonnes of poultry feed/month
– Production cost = ₦280,000/tonne (raw materials, labor)
– Selling price = ₦320,000/tonne
Profit = ₦40,000/tonne
× 20 tonnes = ₦800,000/month
Add fish feed and goat pellets, and you can cross ₦1.5–₦2 million/month in profit as you scale.
Annual? ₦20–₦60 million potential.
Want to Scale?
– Launch your own branded bags (Arewa Feeds, Kano Gold Feeds)
– Train farmers on feed management (earn trust)
– Set up distribution points in Katsina, Zaria, Sokoto
– Offer home delivery and bulk discounts
– Partner with co‑operatives for steady supply contracts
– Export regionally (Niger, Chad, Cameroon)
You’ll become the backbone of livestock production in the region.
While others are buying cows and praying they survive…
You’ll be selling the very feed that keeps those cows alive.
To your steady, agro‑based income.
DISCLAIMER:
This business requires regulatory approval, quality control, and consistent supply. Always:
– Follow NAFDAC and local agricultural guidelines for feed production.
– Use accurate formulas — poor feed quality can harm animals and destroy trust.
– Keep a clean, pest‑free production environment.
– Test batches before mass production.
– Be transparent about ingredients and shelf life.
– Manage logistics carefully during rainy season to avoid spoilage.
Livestock feed production is profitable but highly reputation‑based — one bad batch can ruin your brand. Start small, maintain high standards, and grow steadily.
Faisal A Garba
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The Soldier Who Learned to Put Down His Rifle
Staff Sergeant Chinedu Okeke could strip and reassemble an AK-47 blindfolded in 42 seconds. He could navigate 20km through Sambisa with only stars and gut instinct. He could sleep through mortar fire.
What he couldn’t do was talk to Zara.
He met her in Maiduguri. Not on a patrol, not during a firefight. At the hospital.
Chinedu was there with a graze from a ricochet nothing serious, just enough to get him off the line for two days. She was Nurse Zara Mohammed, ward 3, night shift. She changed his dressing with hands that were quick, gentle, and absolutely done with soldiers who acted tough.
“You winced,” she said, tying the bandage. “So stop pretending it doesn’t hurt.”
He opened his mouth. No words came. First time in 26 years of service that Chinedu Okeke, 73 Battalion, had been disarmed without a weapon in sight.
After that, he found reasons to visit the hospital. Brought mangoes for the kids in the pediatric ward. “For morale,” he told his lieutenant. Fixed a broken wheelchair. “Force protection,” he told himself.
Zara saw through it. “You’re not here for the mangoes, Sergeant.”
“Staff Sergeant,” he corrected automatically. Then winced again. “And… maybe not.”
Loving her was different from combat. In combat, you knew the rules. Enemy there. Friendlies here. Shoot, move, communicate. With Zara, the rules changed every day.
She hated that he left for weeks without warning. He hated that she worried. She asked him to promise he’d be careful. He could not and do his job.
The breaking point came after Konduga. His unit was ambushed. Two men died. Chinedu came back with a limp and eyes that looked 40 years older. He didn’t go to the hospital.
Zara found him at the mammy market, staring into a bottle of beer he wasn’t drinking.
“If you die out there,” she said, sitting across from him, “don’t you dare do it thinking I didn’t say this: I love you. But I won’t love a ghost. Come back to me, Chinedu. All of you.”
He looked at her hijab, tired eyes, hands that smelled like antiseptic and still felt like home. For the first time, the war didn’t feel like the most important thing in the room.
“I don’t know how to be soft,” he admitted. “I only know how to be ready.”
“Then be ready for me,” she said. “That’s an order, Staff Sergeant.”
He smiled. First real one in months. “Yes, ma.”
They got married six months later. Small ceremony, Bama LGA, with half his unit standing guard and the other half crying into their agbadas. He still deploys. She still works night shift.
But now, before every patrol, Chinedu tucks a folded piece of paper into his chest rig. Not a prayer. Not orders.
Just fiur words, in Zara’s handwriting: COME BACK TO ME.
And he does. Every time.
Because the hardest mission he ever took was learning to put down his rifle when he got home and pick up
Just a story thank you 🙏🏻
On this, it all depends on your market, skill, positioning, and God's grace. God's grace o but do not negate the other things mentioned. I have grown from designing flyers for 2k to owining my own car. All from design o. I did not do any investments or anything. Dey clown.
My son asked me this evening (after arriving home and not meeting electricity for hours till this moment of typing), "Didn't they say that Nigeria doesn't have stable electricity?" I said yes. Then he asked "how come we had 100% stable light at Redeemed Campground for about four days at our hotel?"
He echoed what was on my mind. Throughout the four days at Redeemed Campground, the light refused to blink. Not even one opportunity to shout "Up NEPA" 😂
I asked two residents and they said the light is stable, these residents don't have generators. I didn't even see solar panels on roof tops. Self sufficiency in electricity has been from 2012 till date!
RCCG’s electricity system is often cited as an example of private-sector or institutional power solutions in Nigeria,
In RCCG, electricity is generated, transmitted, and distributed internally
using a ~25 MW gas-powered plant. The camp is described as self-sufficient.
It supplies electricity directly to the camp’s: homes, auditoriums, schools and businesses.
They are not dependent on the national grid.
If this interests you, Canaanland is even more audacious with an 80 MW system about to be inaugurated. Presently, it has stable electricity from the existing ~15 MW system and there has been stable electricity for over 20 years!
If RCCG, Cannanland and Geometric Power ~141 MW gas power plant in Aba (which has been stable for two years now) can do it, Nigeria can do it. Say no to "Up NEPA" 😂
Have you noticed that the people at the very top of every industry in this world knew each other from way back?
That’s because they all had a single unfair advantage that most people ignore.
Think about this:
In 2023, the founder of Altschool said that he noticed that 80% of the people dominating the tech space in Nigeria at the time were people hanging around CChub circa 2011-2013.
In 2023 as well, tech cabal released an article called the paystack mafia. It was an article outlining several tech founders doing incredible things, raising funds and building. They were all at the company around the same time.
If you read up the PayPal mafia, you see the exact same pattern. How that the founders of YouTube, LinkedIn, Tesla, Palantir, Space X were all together at some point.
Let’s leave tech.
Coscharis. Ifeanyi Ubah. Ibeto. Inosson.
All billionaires in Nigeria. They all come from the same community. Nnewi.
They all started the same - trading spare parts.
The money used to settle coscharis from his apprenticeship was given to him by Okeiyi ( Chisco ) who was serving at the same time.
I promise you:
An unfair advantage that will remain the differentiating factor for the top 1% forever is something called community.
I don’t know how to explain it but something magical happens when people of like minds and similar vision come together in a confined space. No matter how small they start.
It’s like energy is coming together and something has to emerge as a result. It can’t be result-less.
The reason you’re already thinking “how do I get into communities that will help me grow?” Is because you’re not sincere with your desires.
You’re looking for already-made groups. They won’t accept you into their circle.
I won’t as well. I don’t trust you.
Start where you are. One. Two. Three friends that are simply hungry pursuing diverse dreams bound by a genuine desire to change their lives…you will shock yourself in a few years.
Rooting for you. Like mad.
❤️⏰
Poor Staff Welfare & Human Management
I didn’t start with spreadsheets.
I started with people.
I spoke with one of the old workers —
one of the two people left from what used to be over 25 staff.
That conversation alone told me more than any record book could.
He laughed at first.
That tired laugh people give when they don’t even know where to start.
“Those days, everybody dey,” he said.
“Now na only few of us remain.”
Same farm.
Same structures.
Different energy.
Staff were present back then, yes.
But they were never really carried along.
Salaries came late sometimes.
Other times, they were cut.
No explanation. No discussion.
Meanwhile, when tools got damaged,
the company wasn’t ready to take responsibility.
So people paid for system failures they didn’t cause.
That thing hurts people more than low pay.
There were no incentives.
No clear reason to go the extra mile.
No reward for doing things well.
No consequence for doing things badly.
So people adjusted.
They stopped owning outcomes and started just “working”.
You see it on farms all the time.
Growth path?
None.
You could work for years and still be in the same spot.
No training.
No promotion structure.
No sense that tomorrow would be better than today.
When people don’t see a future, they stop caring about the present.
Then there were the meetings.
After-work meetings.
Long ones.
When bodies were tired and minds already gone home.
Instead of rest, frustration.
Instead of motivation, quiet anger.
Small thing?
That’s how burnout enters unnoticed.
One thing the worker said stayed with me:
“Before, we dey fear waste.
Later, nobody care again.”
That sentence explains everything.
Here’s my honest conclusion from what I saw:
This farm didn’t lose money first.
It lost its people first.
And once people stop caring,
leakages become normal.
This is just the first layer of what I found.
Next, I’ll share how manual operations and lack of automation quietly turned waste into a daily cost.
Big farms don’t collapse loudly.
They bleed slowly.
Stay with me.
“There is no network coverage in my village, so I vote NO to electronic transmission of results.” — Orji Uzor Kalu.
Now, remember who is talking. A two-term Governor, two-term Senator, former House of Reps member, and even a former presidential candidate.
After all these years in power, he couldn’t attract something as basic as internet connectivity to his own village and instead of feeling ashamed, he’s using that failure as an argument against progress.
If decades in office couldn’t fix his village, why should ndi Abia North keep voting for him as a senator?
WE MUST #RetireOUK
BREAKING NEWS: Nigeria 🇳🇬 has emerged as the African country with the strongest naval fleet in 2026, boasting 152 vessels and ranking 22nd globally.
Source: The Global Firepower (GF) report