Those surprised that Catholic bishops are speaking on governance may not fully appreciate the history of the Catholic Church.
Long before many modern nations existed, the Church was engaging emperors, kings, and rulers on questions of justice and human dignity. It outlived the Roman Empire and has consistently maintained that political authority carries a moral responsibility.
In Nigeria, Pope John Paul II appealed for clemency for the Ogoni Nine under the military regime of Sani Abacha and condemned their execution.
Whether one agrees with the bishops or not, expecting the Catholic Church to remain silent on issues affecting human dignity, poverty, justice, and governance misunderstands its centuries-old mission.
He’s 21 years old.
She’s 25 years old.
She’s a graduate.
He didn’t go to school.
She’s a Christian.
He’s a Muslim, but cause of her he converted to Christianity.
He’s Yoruba
She’s Edo
He’s childish
She’s reserved and matured
He cannot speak English
She can speak English
He cannot write
She can write
But it doesn’t matter to her, love conquered all.
Congratulations 👏🎉 to Jarvis and Peller
Today is all about you. Wishing you both a happy married life
#peller #javis #congratulation
@EkeneAninze A senator before, and A governor for 8yrs, and again going back to continue where he stopped haba what a greed.. Are they the only qualified men in that Delta???
GOOD MORNING GOD... THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY AND NEW WEEK... THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT OF LIFE... GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD AND FORGIVE US OUR SINS, AND MAY YOUR NAME ALONE BE PRAISE 🙏🙏🙏🙏
On this auspicious occasion of the birthday of His Excellency, Mr. Peter Gregory Obi, CON, we celebrate not only a statesman of uncommon integrity but also a leader whose life of service and compassion continues to impact positively on humanity. Mr. Obi’s journey in public service has been marked by discipline, transparency, and a commitment to human development, values that have distinguished him as one of Nigeria’s most exemplary leaders.
His unwavering commitment to education, healthcare, and philanthropy reflects a life dedicated to service and humanity. May this new year bring you greater strength and fulfillment.
Happy Birthday, Okwute!
Happy Birthday to Peter Obi, my dearest Big Bro:
I will never forget your kindness to my beloved parents. Thank you for the respect you showed them, for your many visits to Abba, where you gave to Daddy and Mummy the most precious gifts: your time and your attention.
Thank you for walking this still-unbearable journey of grief with my siblings and me.
I remember how you regaled Daddy and Mummy with your stories until we started joking about your obsession with the “GDP of Malaysia.” But your obsession spoke of hope: your hope for Nigeria, your belief in what Nigeria could be. A belief that has always been practical, grounded in numbers and in reality.
I remember when you came to support me as I was being honored by the United Nations Foundation in New York, and I teased you about the inexpensive hotel you were staying in, and you shrugged and said, “it’s just a place to sleep, why do I need to be in an expensive place?”
And then only days later, you once again exhibited your incredible generosity to the causes you believe in, and it reminded me of all the hospitals and schools and churches you have supported over the years, and often without fanfare. You have always been clear about what your priorities are, what matters to you, what you believe should matter, and that is deeply admirable.
I have always admired your humane pragmatism, how you are willing to talk to almost anyone if it will bring about a good outcome.
And how you believe in certain ideals without being an ideologue.
And how you see people as people, knowing that human value is not measured in material terms.
And how you are able to laugh at yourself, and laugh when I tease you about your ‘one shoe and one shirt.’
And how you have always been consistent in the core of who you are.
Thank you for your compassion and your circumspection. For your honesty and your humour. For your willingness to acknowledge flaws, yours and others’, knowing that nobody is perfect. For your fuss-free kindness and your humility that is never performative.
I am inspired by your intellectual curiosity, your eagerness to learn, your genuine love of education (which is why you sought out, and honored, Daddy all those years ago when you learned that he was Nigeria’s first professor of statistics.)
Sometimes it is the simplest of language that captures the most complex of things, and so I will end with simplicity: You are a good man. You are loved. You are appreciated.
May your eyes continue to light up when you talk about the lovely confident Margaret (Thank God she agreed for you!) and your lovely children, A and E.
May joy follow you and yours always.
Mummy called you her ‘first son,’ my siblings and I call you our 'big bro,' and I cannot wait to call you ‘My President.’
I cannot wait for January 16, 2027, when I, with personal pride in you and with hope for what Nigeria can become, will cast my vote for you and your running mate, Former Governor Rabiu Musa Kwankwaso
Chukwu dube gi. God Keep you.
With love, Chimamanda Adiche
I received an inheritance of almost ₦35 million in cash from my late father. My husband knew about the entire process, so when the money came, he sat me down and asked what I planned to do with it.
I told him I wanted to buy land, buy a car, register for my master's degree, and invest the rest in my business.
He became offended and asked, "So where do I come in as your husband? What do I get?"
I was genuinely confused, so I told him I didn't understand. He said I should forget about it. I continued making plans for the land and the car.
He stayed quiet and simply watched me. Then one day, he woke me up and said he didn't know I was this stupid. He said I had a husband and such a huge amount of money, yet I couldn't entrust it to him. He asked what impression I was trying to give people.
I was shocked. I asked him a simple question: "You expect me to hand over the money my father worked so hard for and left for me just because you are my husband?"
He flared up. The àŕgum£nt became so h£àted that he almost b£àt me. He told me to prepare myself for whatever happened next because he couldn't stay married to a woman who was not submissive. He said he would bring another woman into the house—one who would listen to him and respect him.
A few days later, his parents showed up at our home without informing me. In fact, I had just returned from work when I saw them waiting.
They spent hours preaching to me, insisting that I should transfer the entire inheritance to my husband.
They said their family would never forgive me for such disobedience.
My mother-in-law added that she had been b£gg!ng her son not to marry another woman because she believed I would eventually listen to her.
I felt extremely ùncomfortàble because it felt like an àmbùsh. I agreed with them and promised that I would transfer the money the following morning.
That evening, I carried my baby downstairs, pŕ£tend!ng I wanted to buy something. Instead, I left for a friend's house and switched off my phone.
Two days later, my mother came to my friend's house and stayed to help care for my son while I returned to work.
About a month later, I found a suitable apartment and paid for it.
I went back to my husband's house while he was at work and packed my belongings and my son's belongings.
I also took every single item I had bought with my own money. That was when I realized I had purchased almost everything in the house, including our bed, kitchen appliances, television, and many other household items.
Ironically, my husband earned far more than I did, yet I was the one who spent the most.
Looking back, I realized he had been freeloading off me.
I settled into my new home over the weekend. On Tuesday, while I was at work, the police came to arŕ£st me.
My boss accompanied me to the police station.
My husband claimed that everything I had taken belonged to him and demanded that I prove ownership.
However, he couldn't provide any evidence that the items were his.
One of my colleagues went to my office and brought my cooperative savings scheme records.
Every item I bought had been purchased through my office cooperative, with every single payment deducted directly from my salary.
The following week, I served him with divorce papers.
That was when he started sending me endless messages, saying he couldn't live without me and that he had only thŕ£atened me because he wanted me to become more submissive.
We're now in court.
I'm done.
—Lady reveals how N30 million she inherited from her father ended her marriage
Credit; gistlover
@instablog9ja I don't know what's wrong with some men... Something that you have been doing for years now still cannot control yourself... LOVE IS NOT BY CONSTRAIN.