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SHE IS MISSING 💔
Her name is Queenstar Oparebea.. also known as Naa and she stays at labadi,10yrs old girl
She’s nowhere to be found for the past 5days.
I beg y’all to help RETWEET this wide 🥹🙏🙏🙏
Contact this number incase you see her : +233 50 350 4335
There was a guy in my area who won ₦16 million from betting when he was just 15 years old.
His mum sold garri and gave him ₦3,000 to deliver garri to a customer. Instead, this boy used the money to place a bet.
I still remember that evening. The moment he realized he had won, he ran to the front of their house screaming and, out of excitement, scattered his mum's garri everywhere. The whole neighborhood came out to celebrate. His father almost had a heart attack when he heard the amount: ₦16 million!
Not long after, they moved out of our area to a better neighborhood, and today his mum owns one of the biggest garri stores in Port Harcourt.
Sometimes I think about it and laugh.
Imagine if that ticket had cut.
Dem for flog craze comot for him body 😂
I remembered when i was relieved from my job years ago. The only thing i had was my two bedroom flats at ilupeju and my CRV Honda Jeep. One day, i drove the jeep to visit a friend who's now an AGM in one of the leading banks in Nigeria. He asked what was i doing with the jeep, and he advised me to sell the jeep to buy a big daddy Toyota camry and do taxi. Honestly, i was furious in my spirit, but after thinking through, i decided to give it a trial, I quickly let pride go because i need money for survival... Then, one fateful mid- afternoon, i picked a woman from surulere to ikotun. When we arrived, she tried transferring twice, but money didn't drop in my account. She then decided to get cash(2400). I left to pick up someone else. While driving on the express, the money dropped in my account, 20 minutes later, she called,and I told her to forward her details, which she did, and joyfully sent her back her money. She later called me to make a statement, she said as from today " It won't be far fetched for you," and since then, it has been breakthrough upon breakthrough
MISSING PERSON
The person in the first picture is Fuad Olamiposi Oladipupo, a 200 level student of Economics Department of Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU), Ile-Ife, Osun State.
He left home on Monday, 18th May, 2026 without his own personal phone then by 9:00pm he called his Mum that he was already in Ife then on Tuesday his Mum called to check on him with the no he used and the person that picked the call said it was not in Ife but in Oshodi Lagos. So he is neither in school nor in Ibadan.
And since then we have not heard from him.
Please, if found contact 08034016097, his Mum.
2. MISSING PERSON!
Her name is Okunola favour Abigael. An 100lvl student. Accounting department.
She left Mayfair yesterday {23/05/2026} by 4pm for Oshogbo but she is currently nowhere to be found. In her last communication with one of our coursemate, she said she was on Campus.
Last night, I tried checking locations she normally visit to confirm if she was truly on Campus, but i couldn't find her in these locations. I have also reached out to all her friends in the department, but they also don't know where she is. She is not at home and she is not also in her place of residence here at Mayfair.
Her parents have really been worried as all attempts to get in touch with her kept failing.
If you currently know of her whereabouts or you see her anywhere. Kindly get in touch with me.
07063675077
OT_SAMUEL
MISSING PERSON
The person in the picture is Fuad Olamiposi Oladipupo, a 200 level student of Economics Department of Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU), Ile-Ife, Osun State.
He left home on Monday, 18th May, 2026 without his own personal phone then by 9:00pm he called his Mum that he was already in Ife then on Tuesday his Mum called to check on him with the no he used and the person that picked the call said it was not in Ife but in Oshodi Lagos. So he is neither in school nor in Ibadan.
And since then we have not heard from him.
Please, if found contact 08034016097, his Mum.
I cried yesterday.
Like real tears.
And honestly… my heart still feels heavy this morning 💔
I tried.
I really tried.
I tried everything I could think of.
I applied strategies.
I stayed consistent.
I showed up every single day.
But right now it still feels like everything was for nothing 😔
I have just 8 days left to hit 5M impressions on X and I’m currently at 4.4M.
Where am I supposed to get 600k impressions from in 8 days?
How else am I supposed to do this?
And no, this is not a pity post.
I just needed to speak.
Maybe pouring my heart out will help me breathe a little.
Back story…
I finished NYSC last year and got a remote job in December as a Social Media Manager.
Salary was ₦100k monthly.
I worked in January, February, and March.
I was only paid for January.
No payment for February.
No payment for March.
No explanation.
No apology.
Nothing.
My client acted like everything was normal and expected me to keep working.
I stopped working in March and used my savings to start investing in myself and this platform.
After being on X since 2021, I finally decided to take my account seriously.
I subscribed to Premium every month hoping that if I stayed consistent, maybe within a few months I’d finally qualify for monetization and start earning here.
At the same time, I became a CapCut template creator.
I paid for CapCut Pro every month too.
After weeks of consistency, my account got monetized.
I made $28.
Then due to inconsistency, I lost the monetization again.
I also have a monetized Facebook account.
I’m trying on TikTok too.
I even abandoned my YouTube channels just to focus fully on X because I wanted this to work so badly.
While doing all these, I still kept applying for remote jobs every single week.
No response till today.
I even bought an MTN router and kept subscribing every month just to stay active online and keep posting.
Heaven knows I tried.
Now look at me…
No job.
No money.
No achievement.
And now it looks like I might not even hit the 5M impressions after all this effort.
I’m 27 and honestly… I feel tired.
Before now, I also tried content creation on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok.
But my camera quality was poor and my content always looked cringe to me, so I stopped.
At this point, I don’t even know anymore.
Maybe I’m just one of those people that always gets close to success but never fully reaches it 💔
And once again… this is not a pity post.
I just wanted someone to hear me out.
If this post finds your timeline, honestly just send me a virtual hug 🫂
Maybe that alone will make me feel a little better today.
I’m one of those who trolled you
Do I have G Wagon? No
Can I buy it if I want to? Yes
Will your G wagon vote for you? No
Are the people happy that you lost? Yes
Open Apology Letter to the Obidient Movement
My Dear Obidient Family, I come before you today with a heavy heart, deep humility, and no excuses. Some time ago, in a moment of frustration and immaturity, I wrote and released a resignation letter as Director of Mobilization. In that letter, I allowed deep frustration & personal emotions to cloud my judgment. I made statements that subtly and unnecessarily dragged Peter Obi, a man I still respect for his vision, integrity, and sacrifice for this nation. That was wrong. It was childish, and beneath the standard I should have upheld, especially as someone who once held a leadership position in this movement.
I take full responsibility. No one forced me to write it. No one edited it. It came from me, and it was a mistake. I deleted the letter afterwards, but I know deletion does not erase the damage, the disappointment, or the loss of trust many of you felt. I understand why some of you no longer respect me the way you once did. You had every right to feel let down.
To Peter Obi himself (fondly called PO): Sir, I am sincerely sorry. My words were not a true reflection of the values of sacrifice, accountability, and constructive criticism that you preach. I failed in that moment. To every single Obidient, the ones who stayed grinding, the ones who defended the vision even when it was tough, the ones who felt betrayed by my actions, I am deeply sorry. You are the real heroes of this movement. Many of you are young people full of hope and fire for a better Nigeria. You didn’t deserve to see internal cracks turned into public drama. I let you down.
I am not writing this because I want something or a position in the movement as I’m enjoying private life. I am writing it because it is the right thing to do. Leadership is not only about when the road is sweet and smooth; it is also about owning up when you mess up. I own this fully. I am committed to rebuilding trust through consistent actions, not just words. But I also know trust is not demanded, it is earned back slowly, if at all. Thank you for reading this.
Whether you accept my apology or not, I respect your feelings and your right to hold me accountable. The love I have for a better Nigeria has not changed. You all know me. My respect for the Obidient spirit remains. I am sorry truly.
With humility and hope for forgiveness,
Your brother in this struggle,
Morris Monye.
Oya come let’s hug. 😊
All he wanted in that moment was one chance, just one, to say a proper goodbye.
His eyes carried the weight of everything he never got to fix.
He begged.
Not with pride, but with a broken, heavy heart.
He wept and called out to them the way only a father can:
“My children, please. We are victims too.”
Nobody answered.
They moved closer.
A knife found his throat.
A camera was already rolling.
He asked himself quietly, is this real?, and for a second, maybe he hoped it wasn’t.
But the blade didn’t lie.
The pain told him everything.
They didn’t stop.
Not until it was over.
Maybe he wasn’t your father.
Maybe he wasn’t from your tribe or your side of the country.
But death doesn’t check your ID or your region before it knocks.
If it could happen to him, it can happen to yours.
2027 is on the table.
And the choice sitting in front of you is simple, choose the money, choose the stomach infrastructure, choose the temporary, and we will bleed like this for another eight years.
The blood is already on the ballot.
Choose wisely.