My first time eating moi moi in Korea. This fellow student from The Gambia , Mariama, made it and invited me for a share. It tastes exactly like Nigerian moi moi.
Thank you so much.
Sometimes I may offend you, but just like my Catholic family and my Christian and Muslim bros, understand say this mad man don touch one level of freedom wey he need make other people enjoy too—the freedom of having absolutely no fear of hell, even though you don't believe in me. 😂
I do not believe anyone is keeping records of my deeds, but if, when I die, God looks at my conscience and life and then says, "Send him to hell or heaven because he didn't believe in Jesus or Muhammad, didn't fast, and didn't pray," I'd laugh at that god, happily knowing I am free in my conscience and that such a god doesn't deserve to be God.
Sorry for another story:
Around my estate, I usually greet bike men, security and mai-ruwas...just everyone. In fact, for someone who hates handshakes, you'd be surprised at how much I shake hands. Simple acts like that makes them feel like people. People just see a security man without the story behind it. Who they are hustling for and not wanting to disappoint. We look at these people as if they do not carry the pain of broken dreams. I try to talk to them about their dreams and every other thing, and it's one of the reasons I get angry.
Anyway, I have like two of them whom I voluntarily teach English.
So, on the night of Salah, after eating the meat and chin chin—which my uncle jokingly criticized as me eating theist food (I told him that even the people who invited me know my stance)—and set out to move.
In fact, before leaving, I told him how absurd it would be that you must fast as if you want to die before God answers you.
I asked him, "If you get 2 billion dollars and you be my guy, and I just want 2k naira, you need make I put my head for ground first? How about a rich and powerful God beyond all ramifications who needs you to do all those things? Is that not a maniac?" 😂😂
While coming back, I got trapped by the second wave of rain that night.
No bike wanted to go to my estate.
My bike man's number didn't go through either. He would have ridden anywhere to pick me up.
A bike passed, and I stretched out my hand and yelled the name of my estate, but he shook his head and kept going.
Then he immediately stopped.
The person standing in front of me thought it was for him, but the bike man pointed at me.
Before climbing on, I asked how much, and he said:
"Ka bari kawai, ana tare."
Meaning:
"Just leave am, we dey together."
In my head, I took it that I'd still pay sha because I don't know him from anywhere to warrant an "Ana tare."
Anyway, we got to the estate, and I handed him the money, but he refused.
I told him that I knew he had helped me, but I wanted him to have something for water.
He still refused.
But I kept persuading him, and sensing how badly I wanted an answer as to why he helped me, he finally confessed:
"Na san ka, amma ba ka sanni ba. Dahiru tare muka girma."
Meaning:
"I know you, but you don't know me. Dahiru and I grew up together."
Bro, Dahiru is my bike man—the one I teach English.
I did not know what to say.
But life is my witness that whatever I have done and whatever I am doing, I never imagined things would happen this way.
I won't stop.
People who know me know.
And if it gets to the point of falling under a sword tor, e no get any prayer now wey fit stop am sha.
Hell and Heaven are our conditions of living which are direct consequences of our action. The Bible is an allegory, never to be interpreted literally. Again, when you interpret the Bible with symbolism, it makes more sense than literally. Because if God did everything the Bible claims, he is not so good. And then if someone kills people and recites his holy book for justification, I don't even want to touch such a book.
The British Colonial empire deliberately didn't introduce Christianity to Northern Nigeria. They saw the friction between Islam & Christianity as an opportunity to control the soon to be Nigeria.
So, I was in Festac recently and went to a Yoruba man's shop to fix a phone. Another guy (Igbo) was also there to repair his phone.
Upon realizing that the technician was Yoruba, he remarked, "Yoruba people are rubbish."
Instantly, I told him, "You're a bastard. Fix your phone or go back to your hometown."
You left your barren land to talk trash to the tribe that accommodates you. Awon olofo
See that Monaco settings see billionaires Jesus…… and guess what, Elon fit buy half of the billionaires wey de that settings
But some cr@zy people from Twitter NG said there are people richer that Elon in Onitsha and Aba but they choose to be anonymous 😭😭😭
Name one public park in your city where you can simply sit down for free.
Most Africans cannot answer that.
Lagos, Accra, Douala, Kinshasa, cities of millions where green spaces cover less than 3% of total land. Nairobi’s City Park has been shrinking for decades. The few parks still functioning in most of our capitals were built by colonial administrations in the 1800s and early 1900s. In 2026, our own governments have added almost nothing.
A functional city has parks the same way it has roads and hospitals. It is not a luxury, it is basic infrastructure that signals whether a society is organized around its people or not.
Urban planning in Africa is ours to control now. Has been for over sixty years. The colonial excuse does not survive contact with that fact.
This is not a poverty problem. It is a priority problem and our cities are failing it openly.
Nigeria needs to be divided into, at least, 8 countries by tribal or ethnic lines.
We are too divided either by tribe or religion for any meaningful progress to be made.
Each tribe or ethnic group is selfish and doesn't care about other groups. So that selfishness becomes a bit beneficial when they belong to a country made up of people of the same tribe or ethnicity.
Even Europeans had to subdivide their nations by ethnicity.