I have all the books in these series and it is perhaps the only set of books I will not let anyone have or even borrow. I wish that Nigeria celebrated books like this more and that it had a more prominent place in Nigerian conversation about literature. If there were serious publishers in Nigeria interested in things like this, it is a project I would love to engage in as a translator. No reason why these books are not already in English and widely available. I started my own translation but abandoned it early. Maybe one day.
THE HARD TRUTH, the hard reality;
“When God wants to make a man powerful, He doesn't crown him first; He breaks him. First, He strips away your comfort, your pride, your plans, until all that's left is what's real. That isn't punishment, that's training.”
Please be careful not to interpret this as God is going to break you to make you great for your own glory and fame.
Nigerian Resident Doctors are some of the most resilient souls you can find anywhere.
They’re Patriotic, decent family men and women.
The roughness of medical school, house job, NYSC and residency training means you will literally be writing exams for 25 to 30 years from Primary School till the end of your training to become a consultant. In addition, the larger Nigerian economic realities lay on your bed with you every step of the way.
The resident Doctor will still be on call to save lives with exhaustion, improvisation, grit, fortitude, fear of failure, work place and residency related bullying, his consultant’s ego, his patient’s mistrust, under equipped hospitals with no power, an ungrateful Government, and YES, PATRIOTISM.
His parents spend fortunes to put him/her through school. The Government spends fortunes to provide facilities for training. Naturally, that resident doctor wants to graduate and serve his country while also taking care of his parents.
Every Resident Doctor wants to achieve this by investing his youth, belief and loyalty into the Nigerian system. The only glue that keeps the resident Doctor to this dream is the glue made from PATRIOTISM.
Unfortunately, Patriotism doesn’t pay school fees or put food on the table. It doesn’t pay rent or pay examination fees. At least not in Nigeria. And it certainly won’t take care of your parents or children in their times of need.
There is no better analogy to God’s plan of preparing men and women for tasks beyond themselves like the story of the resident doctor in Nigeria.
Even when you strike, protest, give ultimatums, cry out, shout at the top of your lungs and even die, nothing is heard, nothing is done. You get paid peanuts and asked to resume back to work.
And when a resident Doctor eventually makes the ultimate sacrifice, Nigeria is certain it will produce more doctors to replace those who have now become only statistics and relegated to the annals of arguments.
After all, Nigeria Produces tons of Doctors and bleeds them unpatriotically to other countries.
Let us all remember, dear distinguished resident doctors, some of us will not be here to lead forever. Some other of us will have to step up to lead the rest of us and lead us like Lions.
“Doctors are lions, no sheep can lead them. To lead Doctors, you must be a lion. We are all lions.”
For those who choose to remain in Nigeria, let us continue to rally around the 19-Point demand of NARD.
Those who choose to JAPA, kindly do us the favor of genuinely consulting our leaders who also JAPA for medical tourism just to see your UNPATRIOTIC consulting faces abroad.
As for me, I remain committed to the struggle as directed by the National Executive Council of NARD
As Always,
P-MUS of NARD
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I constantly remind myself, it’s your mindset about Allah that brings miracles in your life. As long as you believe Allah will part the sea for you, He will. When hardship strikes, start looking for the wisdom and the ease that comes with it. Know that with every hardship,
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Nobody really talks enough about the person who gave us our first shot.
That first client, that first boss, that person who believed we could actually do the job.
They took a chance on us even when we had zero experience.
The CPC Hustle: How a Fake Genocide Became Capitol Hill’s Favorite ATM
Washington, D.C. – It’s 2025, and the hottest ticket on the Hill isn’t a bipartisan infrastructure bill or a TikTok ban. It’s the Nigerian Genocide Narrative™, freshly dusted off, repackaged, and ready for prime-time grift. The pitch is simple: scream “genocide,” wave a blurry video of bandits on motorbikes, and watch the dollars rain down like manna from a Pentagon budget line nobody reads.
The man with the megaphone? Donald Trump, who on October 31 redesignated Nigeria a “Country of Particular Concern” (CPC) for religious freedom, claiming Christians face “mass slaughter” at the hands of “radical Islamists.” The man with the motive? Not in the Oval Office. He’s in a Georgetown townhouse, sipping overpriced coffee with a Rolodex.
In 2020, Trump’s first CPC tag stuck for a hot minute. Aid got frozen. Headlines blazed. Then Biden took office, read the actual State Department reports, and quietly lifted the designation. Why? Because the U.S. Commission on International Religious Freedom (USCIRF) couldn’t find the genocide with a GPS and a prayer chain. Violence in Nigeria’s north? Real. Targeted extermination of Christians? Not in the data. Bandits kill farmers. Farmers fight back. Muslims die. Christians die. Traditionalists die. The only pattern is poverty, not prophecy.
The hustlers panicked. Their “humanitarian” NGOs registered in Delaware, operated from WhatsApp saw funding dry up. One consultant reportedly sold his Range Rover. Another had to fly economy to Abuja. Tragedy.
Enter 2025. Trump’s back. Truth Social is popping. And suddenly, the genocide is existential again. The same grainy clips from 2018 resurface, now with dramatic music.
Behind the scenes, the hustle is surgical.
Step 1: Leak a “report” to friendly think tanks. Cite “thousands killed” without dates, locations, or names.
Step 2: Book a fact-finding trip. Five-star hotels. Per diem. Instagram selfies with “survivors” who are actually the hotel concierge.
Step 3: Trigger the Religious Freedom Industrial Complex. Evangelicals donate. Congress allocates. The money flows to “security training,” “awareness campaigns,” and “administrative costs” (read: a condo in Dubai).
The Numbers Don’t Lie (But the Hustlers Do)
Nigeria’s population: ~50% Muslim, ~50% Christian.
Annual violence deaths: ~8,000–10,000 (UN estimates).
Victims by religion: Roughly proportional to population.
CPC funding pipeline (2020–2021): $47 million in “religious freedom” grants.
Amount reaching actual victims: [redacted for comedic effect].
The Nigerian government that is flawed, chaotic, but not stupid responds with a diplomatic middle finger. “This is banditry, not blasphemy,” says the Foreign Ministry. “We’ve neutralized 3,000 terrorists this year. Half were Muslim. Where’s their CPC?”
Let’s be clear: Nigeria has problems. Boko Haram is evil. Herder-farmer clashes are deadly. Corruption eats aid. But turning a national crisis into a sectarian cash cow helps no one except the middlemen with American passports and Nigerian accents.
The irony? The loudest voices screaming “genocide” have never buried a cousin in Maiduguri. They’re too busy burying the truth under donor decks. Their real religion isn’t Christianity or Islam—it’s capitalism. And their holy sacrament? The earmark.
1. Demand data. Not vibes. Not viral videos. Actual body counts, verified by the UN or African Union.
2. Follow the money. Every “NGO” getting CPC cash should publish receipts. Down to the last bottle of Evian.
Until then, the CPC hustle rolls on. Same script. New season. Same losers: the dead, the displaced, and anyone who still believes Washington cares about Africa for any reason other than leverage, lithium, or lobbyists.
Call it what it is: not genocide. Just good old-fashioned greed, dressed up in a dashiki and a cross.
No faith required. Just facts.
Always be terrified by the thought of an evil ending. Be mindful of where you are seen and how you spend your time. No one knows how their life will end, this is one of the greatest matters that has kept the righteous on guard.
Tyrion from Game of Thrones once said, "oh the peril of self-betterment". I felt that deep! Even inspired me a few years later to publish a blog post
https://t.co/BiZZgv4qGE
Day 2 of posting Nigerian books here 😅
I’ve read 4 of A.A Ibrahim’s book this year. Gosh, he writes so well. I can’t even decide which of his books is my favorite. 🥹
I enjoy this collection of short stories a little bit too much. Love the cover too!
Solid 10/10
Anyway I have an essay in @consciomag where I write about how Journaling preserve my sanity.
https://t.co/QVutYnqTq6
Have a sip of coffee and listen to Billy Raffoul while you're at it ✌🏾
https://t.co/XAqeOFfCym
https://t.co/LA8bMbmBr8
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Sadiya Abdulaziz is a writer and Spoken-word Poet fascinated with stories from a young age. This passion drives her as a storyteller.
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International Day of Peace. Today the world pretends to celebrate peace while genocide rages in Gaza and across the globe. There is nothing to celebrate. There is only truth to tell. And the truth is simple: until the killing stops — peace does not exist.