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Believing in myself

[VIVIAN @Oladaddy_1]

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[folowosele adeboye @boye4christ2006]

Bought a Canada 🇨🇦 Work Permit for ₦1.5M

I did a Japa consultation for a couple last week, and the woman told me that they had paid a fake agent in Nigeria for a Canadian work permit.

The pathetic thing was that she didn’t even have the person’s phone number. They met on Facebook, and he directed them to Telegram.

The first payment was ₦1.5M, and they were told that once the visa was ready, they would pay the remaining ₦500K.

They had already paid the ₦1.5M and were about to pay the remaining ₦500K when they contacted me.

The fake agent demanded that they send their passports to Abuja and gave them an address.

He told them that their visas were ready.

How did I know it was fake?

1) He claimed he had secured Canadian jobs/work permits for them without any recruitment process or job interview. That was a major red flag.

2)How could their visas be ready when they hadn’t even done their biometrics? For most Canadian temporary residence applications, including work permits, applicants who are required to give biometrics must complete that process.

3) Canadian work permits exist, but you should be extremely careful with anyone selling a “Canada work visa package.” A genuine job offer should come from a legitimate Canadian employer, and a work permit application is submitted through the proper Canadian immigration process.

4) He mentioned the name of the supposed company to them. I searched for the company online and couldn’t find any credible evidence that it existed.

All these were strong indications that they had been scammed. I told them this, and understandably, they were not happy because they had just realised that they had likely lost ₦1.5M.

If you’re reading this, please don’t let anyone scam you with a supposed “Canada work visa package.”

Share this with your loved ones so they don’t fall victim to this type of scam.

Don’t just pay anyone who promises you a Canada 🇨🇦, UK 🇬🇧, or other work visa package. Verify the employer, the job offer, and the immigration process through official government sources before paying anyone.

All the best on your Japa journey. 🙏

[Alexander @Mdkhurshed76417]

FIVE SIGNS YOU’RE DEALING WITH A TRULY GOOD PERSON.

1. They often like to be alone.

[VIVIAN @Oladaddy_1]

@olumuyiwaayo Nursing (BSC)

[Nanyo 💋🖤 @Nanyo_sae]

FAO Internship Programme for Africa (RAF) is now accepting applications, and Nigerians are eligible!

Age: 21–30 years
Students & recent graduates are eligible
Duration: 3–11 months
Deadline: 25 August 2026
Monthly stipend: Up to $700
No application fee

Duty station: Various locations across Africa (including possible placement in Nigeria, depending on FAO's needs)
Open to Nursing, Public Health, Nutrition, Agriculture, IT, Economics, Communications, Law, Finance, and other related fields.
Apply:
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Repost. Someone on your timeline could be one application away from a UN internship.

[KaneMc @kdepater]

One thing I’ve been thinking about lately:

Maybe real freedom starts when you stop living only for validation, ego and constant stimulation.

[Olori🍒 @OloriOfOloriss]

This is content🤣

[EXPOBLOG | Real-Life Facts📌 @expoblognews]

The bird you are seeing is called Secretary Bird. It is one of Africa’s deadliest snake hunters.

Despite its elegant and stylish looks, this bird can kill venomous snakes with lightning-fast kicks powerful enough to crush prey instantly.

Real Facts about this Bird
• It Stands over 4ft tall
• It can Hunts mostly on foot
• It is Found in African savannahs

The bird was Named after the “pen-like” feathers behind its head.

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[DOCTORS SQUAD 🩺 @doctors_squad]

This is how you know what bit you...

[Dr Ayilola 🇬🇧 👨‍⚕️ 🩺 @AyilolaElisha]

What stopped my parents will not stop me .
If you belive this Say a loud Amen 🙏

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[Peter Obi @PeterObi]

Fellow Nigerians, good morning.

I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you.

Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances.

We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal.

More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism.

We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power.

Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise.

Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them.

However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building.

Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated.

And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions.

There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline?

Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from.

Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all.

A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO

[UGO SI MBA! @Janefrances_Al]

It doesn’t matter how desperately you want to be clean if you keep bathing in mud, you’ll never stay clean, no matter how many showers you take.
Healing requires the same honesty. If you want to heal, you must stop exposing yourself to what wounded you. Trauma doesn’t vanish overnight; it needs time, distance, and new patterns.
Stop calling that person.
Stop sleeping with the one who hurts you.
Stop returning to the place that triggers your pain.
True healing begins the moment you choose to change your environment, your habits, and your choices. You cannot heal while still dancing with what broke you.
Protect your peace. Break the cycle. Choose yourself fully, consistently, and without apology.

[Oreoluwa Bukola, CFA. @BukkyOA]

If nobody is encouraging you, you better encourage yourself.

[Pharaoh👳🏾‍♂️👑 @MrMekzy_]

In your 20s and 30s you will be tempted to prove that you're doing well, it's important you resist performing for an audience that isn't watching.

[Regal Dee @XyloDx]

Nurse to nurse: It's not called the line got tissued but the line got infiltrated or extravasated.

[ThatBlessedGirl @BlessedGirl001]

Someone said; "The way your family treats you when you're broke, is how they'll treat your children when you're dead". I felt it.

[Ọládélé 🇳🇬👑 @Theoladeledada]

LENACAPAVIR, the twice-yearly injection that protects against HIV is now available in Nigeria! It cost only ₦58,000.

Please retweet for others to see

[Ms Precious | Bead Artist. @_thatbeadchef]

Pain is when you explain Arteriosclerosis instead of Atherosclerosis in an exam.

[Hamza Abdullahi, MNMGS @Hamix37]

I have a friend named Segun. For three years, Segun was the "ghost" of our group. Every time we planned a hangout; a birthday dinner, a football match, or just drinks on a Friday night, Segun would be the first to say "I'll try to come" in the group chat.

But he never did.

He’d stop replying to messages by 6:00 PM and wouldn’t surface until the next morning with a "Sorry guys, I fell asleep" or "Something came up."

Eventually, we stopped inviting him. We started calling him "unreliable." We even had a separate group chat without him because we felt he didn't value our friendship anymore.

"Success has entered his head," one of us said. "He’s too big for us now."

Last year, my life hit a brick wall. I lost my job in the same month my mom needed surgery. I was drowning.

I called the active friends; the ones I went clubbing with every weekend. They were sympathetic, sure.

"Oh, so sorry bro," "God will provide," "I’m a bit tight this month, but let me see what I can do."

Then they stopped picking up my calls. I guess I became too heavy for the fun group.

One Tuesday night, around 11:00 PM, my doorbell rang. I opened it, and there was Segun. He wasn't wearing a designer shirt or looking big.

He looked tired. He was holding a nylon bag with some groceries and a small envelope.

"I heard what happened," he said, walking in.

I was defensive. "Oh, now you show up? You haven't picked my calls in months, Segun. You missed my housewarming, you missed my birthday..."

He sat down on my sofa and sighed.
"I know. And I’m sorry. But I wasn't at those parties because I’ve been working three shifts. My younger brother is in the university, my sister is doing her nursing program, and my dad’s pension hasn't been paid in two years. I am the only one, man."

I went quiet.

"I don't reply to the group chat at 7:00 PM because that’s when I start my night job as a delivery driver. I don't come for drinks because the money for one bottle of beer is my sister’s transport fare for a whole week. I didn't want to come and be the 'vibe killer' by telling you guys how much I’m struggling. So I stayed away."

He placed the envelope on the table.

"It’s not much. Just something to help with your mom’s meds. I’ve been saving it to fix my car’s brakes, but the car can wait. You’re my brother."

I looked at the envelope, then at the man I had spent months bad-mouthing. The friends who "showed up" for the fun were nowhere to be found when the lights went out.

But the friend who was "too busy" was the only one who showed up at midnight.

See, we often measure friendship by presence at parties, but the truest friendships are measured by presence in those difficult times.

You shouldn't be too quick to judge the friend who has gone silent.

Sometimes, they are using all their energy just to keep their own head above water... and yet, they’d still dive in to save you if they saw you drowning.

Real friendship isn't about who you see the most; it’s about who shows up when everyone else has an excuse....

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[VIVIAN @Oladaddy_1]

I am grateful, Lord. Psalms 91