At the beginning of this year, I wanted to find out how much water I’d drink over six months and eventually, a full year.
So I made a conscious effort to keep every single bottle of water I finished, even the ones I drank while I was out. I’d put the empty bottles in my car and bring them home.
Six months later, I’ve gone through 55 pack and 660 bottles of 75cl Aquafina, that’s a total of 495 liters of water.
Not bad at all.🙂↔️💧
First class Mathematics in this AI civilization is begging for money on Twitter to fun further studies.
We (Nigeria)have failed as a group!!!
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I'm Adisa Blessing Oluwafikayo, a First-Class Mathematics graduate (CGPA: 4.76/5.0) from UNILORIN.
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@Frankeelodeo@winexviv@KingKachi07 You shouldn't put bigotry in everything, even if those kids are from yoruba or Hausa, bad government is bad government.
My landlord called a physical meeting today for the first time in 3 years. The agenda? Rent.
He announced a 20% increase, roughly ₦100k, because of inflation.
I spoke up immediately. I told him there would be no increase without renovation.
He started gaslighting us. Said he no longer works, that the house is one of his major sources of income, and that we should reason with him.
I looked at him and said respectfully, "Sir, you cannot increase rent because you are going through a lot. This country is hard for all of us. You cannot push your burden onto us."
He kept going with his excuses.
I excused myself from the meeting.
Above all, love God.
The most popular drug store around my campus in university was run by a guy called Afrika. Many people called him doctor. His drug store was in the building off-campus where I lived for over four years and my door was right next to his. He sold over the counter and prescription medication (almost always without the need for any prescriptions). He gave injections. The rumours were that a few people who went in there with suspicions of pregnancy came out cleansed and freed from that burden. Afrika was a miracle worker.
There was no evidence that Afrika was a pharmacist. He did not display any academic qualifications, which was common for pharmacists. But no one asked either. They just knew that he had performed wonders in the lives of others and came in for their own little salvation. There were code names for things sold that were not on display, but I was not curious enough to find out what exactly. I only knew that people came with problems and left with some form of relief. How long that relief lasted, I do not know. I was a law student, not an investigative reporter.
On the other side of campus there was another drug store run by another man who at least claimed he was a licensed pharmacist. That was where you went when Afrika's miracles needed a follow up. He was a very friendly fellow and each time I went there to get some malaria medication or vitamin C, we would banter and laugh.
A close friend of mine called me very late one night, with an emergency. She did not want anyone to know, and especially not her sister, who I was also in contact with. I had seen her early that morning rushing somewhere she would not say, except that it was out of town.
When I got to her room off campus, she was rolling over in pain, bleeding. I was afraid to ask where she had been and what had happened.
I have cramps she said and asked me to make her a hot water bottle. I boiled some water and poured into the plastic container which she held to her stomach. As the minutes passed she groaned even louder, and bled more. It became clear to me that these were no ordinary stomach cramps. And this certainly was beyond the powers of Afrika.
She also insisted that she did not want to be rushed to a hospital. So I called my closest male friend at the time who was thankfully in his room on campus. We put her on a motorcycle and I held her up. When we got to the other side of campus, the pharmacy was of course closed, but I knew that the man had a room in the back that he sometimes lived in. So I called his phone and knocked frantically, afraid that she was losing consciousness.
After a few minutes an irritated face peeped through the metal bars and he said, what is it?
It is Elnathan, I said. I have an emergency.
Go to the hospital, he said.
She doesn't want to go to the hospital I whispered and I think she is losing consciousness.
Cursing under his breath he opened the door and asked us to come in. We carried her inside and my friend waited outside.
I am only doing this because of you, he said. I would never open to anyone else at this time of the night. I should not be doing this.
Thank you, I said.
He began to ask me questions, none of which I knew the answers to. Did she take any medication? Did she do anything? Where did she go before this?
Then he took her into a back room and after a while he emerged and told me he knew what it was.
I don't know who saw her before this but they did a terrible job, he said. She would have died.
He gave her a couple of shots and some other medication which he insisted she take exactly as prescribed. He cleaned her up and told us we could take her back home.
On the way back none of us said anything. None of us asked what happened. My friend left and I took her back to her room and spent the night there, occasionally reheating the water for the bottle. The only thing she told me was that when I saw her rushing out in the morning, she was leaving Zaria for Jos and came back late in the evening.
Between the bleeding, the medication she got from the pharmacist and the looks he gave me, him telling me, "you people should be more careful", I pieced together at least some of what had gone wrong. We never talked about this. She got better and we all pretended this never happened.
I think about that night often. I wonder what would have happened if she had died in my arms, with all the answers I did not have. I think of that man, whose (likely illegal) actions saved her life. I think of all the backrooms where medical procedures occurred, quite regularly, all of the prescription medication so readily available to anyone who could afford them, all of the lives both ruined and saved by people who provided services the state should have been providing or regulating.
I have never seen a billionaire preach socialism, but every day on here, we see poor struggling working class defend capitalism. lol. I still can’t wrap my head around that.
Let’s not lie, let’s not steal, na Obidients bully the church and pastors pass.
Same ones that bullied Tunde Onakoya.
Same ones that bullied Wole Soyinka.
Same ones the bullied Pastor Adeboye.
The extremists in the movement are something….
And NONE OF THESE assures victory at the polls.
Last year, a man in our area used to buy food every evening for an elderly woman who sat near the junction. People thought he was just kind.
The woman died two weeks ago.
Yesterday, during her funeral, the lawyer she never confided in came with documents showing she owned three plots of land.
Guess who she left everything to?
The same man who quietly fed her for nearly two years without ever posting it online.
Since yesterday, many have been saying: ‘If it were me, I would have shared it and posted every day.’
True kindness still exists but it’s very rare now.
"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."
2nd Amendment
Bandits entered Bayelsa to kidnap
Niger Delta boys round them up like poultry chickens.
Give them phones to call their families for ransom.
They are demanding 50million each for the 6 of them.
Aura for aura.
That's the very core of the 2nd Amendment in USA; "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."
Great use of militancy. Can we pay the same Bayelsa boys to do mercenary work to clear the rest of these bandits around Nigeria? It seems paying them is what works best. They may have started this kidnapping thing in Nigeria in the first place, though, but they were focused on oil workers.
This morning, I did a 290km Road trip, crossing the US/Canada border to drop off a family friend who visited us over the weekend. We left the house by 3am. I didn't have to fast and pray before embarking on that journey.
In Nigeria, I did a lot of road trips in 2011/12/13/14. Things weren't so bad then. Unfortunately, driving from Enugu to Benin, and then to Calabar, is something I’d dare not do at the moment. We deserve better.
@Tobielobba lol. 😂 I try so much to understand women tho. But I guess it’s why we are men. Men can never have issues with this so far the boy is acting right and he’s living a decent life. It can never be a problem for men. Wetin concern us..
Goodluck ignored Chibok, it cost him
Buhari underestimated Boko Haram, it cost him
When I hear President Tinubu call the insecurity in Nigeria “politics” sponsored by PMS subsidy and forex brokers, it's either he is in a bubble or has been poorly briefed
The insecurity in Nigeria has progressively gotten worse; large swaths of Nigeria's territory are ungovernable and deserted.
This has nothing to do with politics
How can you govern a nation where citizens are afraid of travelling between towns or living in a big town?
I hope the President understands this and rises to the occasion