Amara

Brand Designer | Proudly Igbo | Rebel | Hala Madrid 🤍

[Benson @BNXN]

Me?.. I dey try.

[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

Of course, good sir, there’s always something to learn from successful people from wealthy homes. It’s only a fool who thinks otherwise. However, the crux of the matter is that their success is almost always tied to the long reach of their family’s influence. It’s not a by-chance or lucky happening. It happened largely because they came from wealthy homes.

Let’s not pretend. Success, for many of them, is not a ladder they climbed from the ground up, it’s an escalator they were placed on at birth. The system was already coded in their favour: the right schools, the right passports, the right last names, the right godfathers waiting in the wings to whisper the right names at the right tables. Connections passed down like heirlooms. Safety nets so thick they’ve never tasted true fear.

See, for some, they had no reason to fear pursuing their dreams because they had family backing. In fact, that backing was the reason they could even dare to pursue those dreams. What chance does the son of a vulcanizer, or a regular folk, have at making it to aviation school? Next to nothing. Who will pay the school fees? God? If there are scholarships, the odds of him, son of a nobody, winning it, especially in this Nigeria, are painfully slim. Now compare that to the child of an influential person who wants to go to aviation school. Do you see the difference?

Good sir, this isn’t envy. Not at all. It’s context. Because if we don’t name the structure, we’ll continue to misdiagnose struggle as laziness and success as virtue. Some of us are building bridges with bare hands while others are handed yachts. You cannot compare movement on water and call it equal effort.

No doubt, we can learn from them. Study their polish, their execution, their discipline—if it’s there. But we must never lie to ourselves that we’re on the same track. We’re not. One person is running with leg chains; the other has a family waiting at the finish line (whenever he finishes) with a medal and a glass of wine.

And frankly, that’s okay. We do not choose the families we come from. What’s not okay, however, is pretending the playing field is level. It’s not. It never was. And until we admit that, many will continue to run races they were never trained for and wonder why their legs are breaking.

Success is not random. It’s rarely accidental. And when it comes from wealth, it is, more often than not, engineered.

[Máfejópamí @VillageParrot]

Someone graduated with 4.91 CGPA in Physics and he’s a tailor.

Man, fuck this country abeg! The only country where dreams die. It’s a shame!

[Sir Dickson @Wizarab10]

The false allegation thread is crazy because, as a guy, from all age of life, you've seen ladies lie ruthlessly to escape punishment and absolve them of shame. Right from primary school, she just point at you, and that protects her innocence because the teacher would believe. They keep doing it till adulthood because they have spent a life time being believed and absolved when they lie. Now they even lie to themselves and believe it.

The way we raise girls is very faulty. It is a very big problem. Yes, everyone loves their baby girl, but love does not mean lack of accountability and not holding them responsible for their actions.

If a boy reports a girl for the same thing - with evidence, you'll tell him she is just a girl. But if a girl reports with zero evidence, you'll go and punish the boy. This gender based discrimination is actually while the boy child was by far the most sexually abused ones. They easily got abused because you would not take them seriously in the first place if they open up, and even when you do, you dismiss it. In some cases, you even claim they are lying and punish them for it. Why would they come to you when they are abused by a woman? The same woman you would believe over him?
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These same men are the ones that are expected to date and marry your daughters after everything they have been through. I've said before, whatever affects one gender would definitely affect the other through our relationship with them. You people need to wake up. Everyone knows exactly toy what they are doing - even that sweet looking angelic girl that is crying.

[Aproko Doctor Global @aproko_doctor]

It's been 10 years of making sure that the average African is empowered medically using art as a medium.

That's my motivation. Actually lives impacted.

We are just getting started. Stay tuned.

[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

A man dies, and suddenly the country finds its voice. People, fairly educated, mostly unaware, deeply emotional but historically unserious and permanently high on religious fervor, rise up to celebrate his passing. They say, “Ah, his sins have caught up with him,” as though death waited in ambush like karma with a catapult, striking him in his prime.

But this man, this so-called villain they now toast over pepper soup and chilled gulder, died at 82. Eight full decades and two. In a country where the average male life expectancy is barely 54, shocking, I know, he clocked nearly three extra decades. That’s not karma. That’s a luxury tour most will never afford. Whether you like it or not, the man lived long.

Yes, that longevity was helped, no surprise, by his access to elite healthcare, private jets, fortified mansions, and a standard of living most of his people wouldn’t recognize even if it were a fulfillment of Jeremiah Fufeyin’s prophecies.

But they call it justice. They pretend the reaper was doing God’s work. No. This wasn’t divine vengeance, it was biology. A man dies at 82 in comfort, surrounded by family, with a legacy (however tainted) already cemented. He played the game of life, and won. And what do we do? We point to the sky and call it justice.

We are a funny people. And religion, has made us even funnier. Somehow, these same people who stood under the sun to vote him in, twice, proudly displaying ink-stained thumbs like honorary PhDs, now say God struck him down. A whole God. The same one Israel didn’t summon when Iran attacked them, reduced to a local Sicario. A hired thug for your political disappointment.

And the more theatrically deluded among them are convinced he’s burning in hell. As though hellfire is a substitute for a judicial panel. As though eternal damnation will reconstruct the roads he left mangled or resurrect the lives his policies quietly smothered. Let’s be honest, this isn’t closure. It’s cowardice dressed as spiritual commentary.

Religion cannot replace civic duty. God is not your institutional repairman. He will not descend on a cloud with PVCs in hand to vote out your oppressor. He won’t smuggle accountability into your everyday life. If you don’t like your leader, then remove him—not in vigils and WhatsApp prayers—but in ballots, strikes, protests, and unrelenting pressure. Not in hushed tones after he’s dead, but in loud, public refusal while he still holds the scepter.

And you may say, ‘But we did. The Shiites did. The Lekki Youths did (which I was part of, but that’s a story for another day). And you’d be right. You did rise. You marched. You bled. And what did the state do? It responded with bullets and denials. It unleashed Hell.

Here’s the hard truth, one you may not like, but truth all the same: no nation that ever defeated a despot did so after just one march. They stayed. They bled again. They buried their dead and returned the next day, angrier, more defiant, more determined. Because tyranny doesn’t flinch at hashtags, it flees only when it realizes the people are too stubborn to be broken.

But us? We retreat. We mourn. We move on. We wait for time to clean up what courage should have faced. And when death finally arrives, years later, we gather to compose eulogies soaked in sarcasm. Some even laugh out loud, as if retroactive bitterness is a substitute for bravery. But it isn’t. The man is dead. He won. You lost. Own it.

As a people, we have a tragic flaw: we keep outsourcing our battles to fate. We act like history is written by accident, not intention. Like the gods are our civil servants, employed to clean up our political mess. But that’s not how nations are built. Not on “Omo, anyhow e be, we go rugged am” or poetic curses. Nations are built on vigilance. On collective memory. On consequence. On doing the uncomfortable when it is unbearable, not when it is convenient.

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[Benson @BNXN]

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[Chris Obike | ECE Expert @chris_obike]

I think it’s important to clarify something, especially for those of us who work closely with children or study how they learn.

Parenting isn’t about controlling a child into submission. It’s about shaping behavior.

When we talk about using strategies like rewards, time-based promises, or redirection, it’s not because we’re afraid to say no. It’s because we understand how children’s brains work. A child isn’t wired to process “no” the way an adult would. They’re not mini adults. They’re developing minds that respond more to outcomes, repetition, and emotional cues than plain logic.

If I say “no, you’ve had enough,” and the child keeps asking, it’s not always disobedience. Sometimes it’s a brain still learning boundaries. In that moment, the goal isn’t to “win” or prove I’m in charge. The goal is to guide. To reinforce a behavior. To lay down a principle in a way that sticks.

When you tie access to cheese balls with “after you clean your toys,” or say “you’ll have more tomorrow after school,” what you’re doing isn’t giving in. You’re scaffolding discipline in a way the child can process. You’re saying: rewards are earned, not demanded. Waiting is part of life. Self-control is valuable.

And here’s the important bit: if you do this consistently and follow through, they learn. Slowly. Repeatedly. But they learn.

Now, if you only say “no” without context, or if your “no” is enforced with fear or anger, you might get immediate silence. But silence is not understanding. It’s compliance.

And compliance, without comprehension, is not discipline. It’s just control.

The long game of parenting is behavior formation. It’s not about proving power. It’s about building inner structure.

Because at the end of the day, I don’t want my child to just obey me. I want them to grow into someone who can manage their emotions, delay gratification, and make thoughtful decisions—even when I’m not there.

That doesn’t happen through hard lines and raised voices. It happens through connection, structure, and consistent leadership.

[Aproko Doctor Global @aproko_doctor]

Over the past 10 years, our mission has stayed simple:

Democratize healthcare and change behaviours.

Through Aproko Doctor, we began turning complex health talk into everyday stories. Stories people could see themselves in.

And slowly, Nigerians started spotting danger signs earlier, ignoring fake cures, and walking into hospitals with confidence. They don’t just go because they were told to, they go because they now understand why.

We started the 100K Club to help Nigerians pay off medical bills before they became funeral costs. And we’ve seen it happen: families rescued from medical debt, and millions raised because no one should die simply because they couldn’t afford to live.

We launched @AskAwaDoc, an AI-powered WhatsApp health assistant, to bring healthcare where people already are: on their phones.

Today, over 30,000 people use it monthly to ask the questions they were once too afraid or ashamed to ask. It’s reduced fear, closed knowledge gaps, and made preventive care possible in seconds.

We’ve hosted free cancer screenings that caught cases early. Cases that would’ve otherwise gone unnoticed and caused devastating losses. That’s not just awareness. That’s lives saved.

We powered hospitals across Nigeria with solar; ensuring life-saving care doesn’t stop because the lights go out.

From emergency surgeries to maternal care, stable electricity now means health workers can work without interruption, and patients aren’t left in the dark - literally or medically.

And through Exercise with AprokoNation, we’ve helped thousands across Lagos and Enugu move more, connect more, and fight non-communicable diseases together. For many, it’s the first time they’ve felt seen, supported, and part of a health movement that doesn’t judge them.

So yes - content, tech, screenings, power, community - those are just tools.

What we’ve done is rebuild trust in health, save lives before they’re at risk, and remind Nigerians that health isn’t a luxury for the few…

It’s a right for all of us.

[OurFaveOnlineDoc 🇬🇧 🇳🇬 @OurFavOnlineDoc]

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[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

There are certain things I do not understand. Some, I’ve made peace with, like the vileness of humans. Like why women, when slighted, often reach for character assassination. Like why men, when offended, turn to brute and sometimes lethal force. I can define these things. I can explain them sociologically, psychologically, perhaps even biblically. But I still do not understand them. Not really.

And another thing I cannot understand, cannot reconcile no matter how much I try, is the silence of Nigeria’s so-called spiritual leaders after over 200 people were murdered in cold blood by Fulani militias in Benue.

Adeboye. Ibiyeomie. Iren. Oyedepo. The ones who claim to be the nation’s prophetic watchmen. All of them are quiet. Death has visited a part of this country with horror and fire, and they have nothing to say. And most likely, they will continue to say nothing.

But I remember, not too long ago, when Peter Obi dared to speak about Nigerians sleeping in churches; holding vigils. How it was unnecessary, and how it wouldn’t even be a feature of our society if the country actually worked.

Suddenly, every microphone came on. Pastors, prophets, and pew-warmers alike rose in holy indignation. They questioned his right to speak. They said he was attacking those “seeking the face of God.” They dragged him and declared him unspiritual. They flooded this very space with righteous fury.

Yet now, in the face of actual bloodshed, not spiritual slumber, not opinion, but mass murder, they are mute. The pulpits have gone silent. The outrage has disappeared.

Why?

Because they are hypocrites.

And that is the thing about hypocrisy: its true power lies not in the contradiction, but in how confidently it wears a cassock. It is not just the silence of these men that grieves me. It is the selective volume of their voices.

That when a politician speaks on midnight vigils and our penchant for prayerful inertia, their pulpits become megaphones. But when children are slaughtered in their sleep by blood-lusting, machete-wielding sickos in the middle belt, their microphones malfunction. Their spirits, curiously, no longer feel “led.”

This is not about denominational politics. This is not about whether you’re Anglican, Pentecostal, or Sabbatarian. This is about a fundamental betrayal of what it means to be a shepherd. And I say this with the full weight of reflection: what kind of shepherd counts offering baskets but never counts the bodies of sheep being mauled at the edge of the field?

The Fulani militia did not merely kill people in Benue, they committed an atrocity. A massacre. A bloodbath. And yet, the men we have ‘anointed’ as moral voices have said nothing.

These are men who summon thunder when it is time to rebuke “the spirit of yahoo-yahoo” in young men, who threaten hellfire over TikTok dances, who see visions about elections but go blind at genocide. Men who hold crusades for financial breakthrough but cannot hold a minute of silence for the dead.

Their silence is not neutral. It is complicity in linen and agbada. It is cowardice repackaged as “not wanting to be political.” And that is the oldest lie in the world: that morality and politics are separable in the face of evil. Jesus flipped tables not in a brothel, but in a temple. He stood between a woman and her executioners, not on X, not with ambiguity, but with a stance so clear it drew lines in the sand.

But you see, Nigerian church leaders are businessmen before they are prophets. Their temples run on tithes, not truth. And the truth is: taking a stand for Benue would offend the wrong people. It will cost them donors, cost them political favor, cost them the safety of their sanctuaries. And so they mutter pieties in private (if they even do) while dressing silence in the garb of wisdom.

[Dr. Ose Etiobhio @osemagnum]

When Wombs Become Terms and Conditions: A Letter to my friend Zoey📌

Dear Zoey,

Let’s be clear. Women are ruthless in their choices. Men should be more ruthless in making choices...but, You @BlessedGirl001 suggested that a man should divorce his wife after marriage, upon discovering she has PCOS. And perhaps you said it with clear convictions Or maybe you said it as a result of being used to perfection. But you said it.

And so I must say this.

Yes, there are women who treat relationships like open markets, who ask what they can gain before they ask what they can give. And I have spoken, loudly and without apology, about the dangers of such transactional thinking... and the foolishness of such. But this is not that conversation.

This is not about foolish girls. This is not about Instagram preachers of romantic convenience.
This is about something else...something more sacred, and more tragic.

Two wrongs don't make a right. Women are ruthless. Men are ruthless. That's fine.

This is about how women, are still being told that their wombs, and reproductive organs must work to be worthy. That their bodies must be predictable, their hormones must be perfect, and their fertility must be a forever guarantee in the contract of love.

You do not...you should not...advocate divorce because a woman has been discovered to have PCOS 5 years into marriage. However, I can't tell you what to dish out in your relationship advices.

Because what you are saying, even if you do not know it, is this: that women are only worthy if they can bleed on schedule and conceive on cue.

Would you advise a man to leave his wife because her ovaries fail her at 33? (Early ovarian Ageing) Or because she wakes one morning with burning pain and learns she has atrophic vaginitis?... and cannot have sex... Or because her body, terrified by a memory it cannot name, develops tocophobia...the fear of childbirth?

Would you still tell him to leave?

What if a good woman like you, I presume, married to a good man...woke up and your body changed without permission? Would you want him to walk out of love because your body forgot how to follow its old rhythm?

Let us not mistake cruelty for courage. Let us not confuse wisdom with tweets that sound like ultimatums. Life does not read the script we write in our twenties. It edits. It improvises. It throws surprises in the dark. Sometimes, the womb stays silent. Sometimes, sex becomes painful... and the man needs sex...Sometimes, life becomes a storm of diagnoses we didn’t see coming.

And so what?

Do we teach people to love only when it’s easy?
Do we advise men to love only the parts of women that function? And vice versa?
Or do we begin to speak, instead, of commitment that survives diagnosis, of tenderness that outlives reproductive plans?

Zoey, I believe you know the answers to this.

You should be condemning ignorance, not echoing it. You should be protecting the dignity of women who already carry the weight of medical battles, not adding giving audience to foolish girls ranting "dust"

Leave the foolish girls to their noise. MEN DON'T DESERVE SUCH FOOLISH GIRLS.

I HAVE DATED ONE OF THE BEST SET OF GIRLS. MEN DESERVE THE BEST... MEN SHOULD BE AS BRUTAL IN THEIR CHOICES TOO...

I, for one... I love tall, beautiful, financially independent girls!... I wouldn't go below standard!

But let those of us like you and I who know better...speak better.

With hope.

[Amara @MissAmaraa]

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[💖+💡 @chi_quiero]

Oh, there are joys.

Life itself if full of toils. You toil through school, toil at work....with little or no lasting, genuine reward.

But you raise children who love you,who treat you like there's nothing more precious in this world,whose hugs melt away all of life's stress...

[Eric Gugua @eric_gugua]

Leaked conversation from last night!😭😭😭

I experienced a lot of emotions making this one.
Sin always takes you farther than you planned you stay, and keeps you longer than you wanted to stay!💔🔊

Tell somebody!🥹❤️‍🩹

[Dr. Ose Etiobhio @osemagnum]

When Her Life Hangs Between Heartbeats: The Quiet Decisions We Make for Women

Dear Oku,

You ask an intelligent question. And for that, I say: bless you. Men who ask instead of assume are the ones who make room for truth to sit at the table. Man wey sabi👏👏

Now, let me tell you a quiet truth, one that hides in hospital corridors and in the minds of women who have learned to live with fear folded into their wombs: when the risk of continuing a pregnancy outweighs the beauty of birth, when her breath is on the edge and her pulse tells a different story, then yes...termination becomes not just a right, but a rescue.

And if she is in the UK, there is a clause under which she'll belong. There is always a clause. A guideline that understands that sometimes, to save a life, we must pause another.

But it is never a one size...fits all. It depends on whether other causes have been thoroughly ruled out, on whether what threatens her can be treated, on whether the baby has reached the age that governments call “viable.” That number floats...22 weeks here, 24 weeks there, sometimes 28...because even science argues with itself.

And when that line is crossed, when the baby is old enough to breathe without her body, then an urgent delivery is done. Through the fastest door...be it vaginal or caesarean...because time, in those moments, is a ruthless thing.

And yes, the termination must be safe. Medically if possible, surgically if necessary. Sometimes "abortion" may involve shooting in a toxic substance to stoo the heart beat.
We must not save a life by breaking it in another place. Quacks must never treat!

Any hospital that cannot manage her must say so...must refer, must release, must not play God with borrowed time.

Because delay is death. And death wears many masks: DIC, shock, bleeding that does not listen to compression or prayer. So we must act, and act fast.

Above all else, remember this: it is always the safety of the mother first. Because you cannot cradle a baby in a coffin. Because dead women do not raise children.

So ask. Keep asking. And let your questions carry weight, like the women we fight for.

[TC @totalcristiano]

The night Real Madrid fans will never forget.

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[Chief £ne @_Ojonya]

Worthy to put out:
I don’t care about who is choosing to say they are men or women.
My feminism is for the young girl in Sokoto who will be married off once she sees her first period at 12 years old to be raped by men.

It is for the widowed woman in Enugu, whose late husband’s family are fighting tooth and nail to take everything away from and leave her and her children in abject poverty.

It is for women like Senator Natasha who dared to challenge the men in power and is getting ostracized for it.

It is for Beatrice who has been told she can’t contest to be SUG president because she’s a woman.

It is for the firstborn girl child who is told she can’t inherit her father’s properties cause she’s a woman.

It is for the woman constantly getting beat up by her husband because she has nowhere to run to.

I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO interest in using my time to sit and discuss who is a woman or not, because nowhere in this country is that an issue worthy of note. While you do all that online, remember there’s a girl in the next state and next village that has never seen a pad in her life.

THAT! Is who I care about. I’m sure you can handle the rest.