This is why I stopped dropping my documentaries without good distribution. Even those who donate to my project do not retweet it or repost it, why would people with less stakes post it. Everyone from Small Doctor and other celebs just watch my documentaries, speak about it without sharing it. In fact, there was a Mavin artist I spoke to that loved my work and watched it for two years consistently and never donated a cent. I blocked the MF from ever seeing my videos again. Those are the things I have to contend with.
@Agbede_arorin Did you ever use N50 to pay your school fees for the term?
What of using N1 (one naira coin) to buy bottle of Gnuts or make phone calls in phone booth?
Do you know of 555?
50 kobo garri
50 kobo groundnut
50 kobo sugar?
You guys came when everything has already spoilt.
No matter what it will cost you, please avoid going to jail, especially in a country like Nigeria. Aside that the general living condition in prison will make your live a million times worse than it was before going to prison, your post-prison life might be extra worse.
Avoid crimes, with everything you have.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. {Psalm 139 vs 14}
24th trip around the yellow sun ☀️ ✅
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. {Psalm 139 vs 14}
24th trip around the yellow sun ☀️ ✅
UPDATE ON BADDY'S @_belikebaddy SURGERY so far.
We started moblising for Baddy's surgery after the first surgery.
We had a Timeline, After all funds were secured.
Baddy's Mum who was the next of kin also had to get leave to enable her travel with Baddy to Egypt
UPDATE ON BADDY'S @_belikebaddy SURGERY so far.
We started moblising for Baddy's surgery after the first surgery.
We had a Timeline, After all funds were secured.
Baddy's Mum who was the next of kin also had to get leave to enable her travel with Baddy to Egypt
But why must you talk to women regularly, na by force? , even if I talk to woman once in a blue moon and got rejected, e no go still move me
Women no really too matter for the scheme of my lifestyle to that level of feeling bad for being rejected.
But one thing I would always ensure is to make sure any woman I would ask out actually worths it regardless of the outcome.
Oh. I had just 5 minutes to get to his office as I had an impromptu test that dragged. So I ran to his office to meet up with time. Got there panting. He offered me a seat, a sandwich and a cold drink. Then said "next time, just send an email, I'd understand".
I wanted to cry because that's some form of trauma that I shouldn't have picked up if I came from a sane place.
The kain understanding wey i get these days ehn,
nothing dey annoy me again.
like i understand say you mumu and i understand why you mumu so i no fih vex for you.
I believe you can be an intellectual and still relate with people on the street. I cannot tell you the utter shock on the faces of some of my guys when they discovered I was the person behind this account. They simply could not reconcile the same person who rolls with the egbon adugbos in the street with the person writing all this.
The trick, if there is one, is simple: be like water. Do not become so rigid that you cannot come down to people’s level and interact with them. Come down to them, relate with them and never become so arrogant that you feel the need to constantly demonstrate that you are smart and they are not.
I have found that one of key dangers of intellectualism is that it inflates the ego. It convinces you that you are more than you are. It elevates you to a level that does not exist and, before long, you think too highly of yourself and withdraw from people who do not occupy the same intellectual bandwidth as you.
The irony, however, is that some of the most fascinating people you will ever meet are not intellectuals at all. They may never write essays or speak in sophisticated language, yet they possess stories, instincts and ways of seeing the world that no book can teach you. The moment intellectualism cuts you off from ordinary people, it has defeated its own purpose.
First, if you need to drive a car to be able to talk to a lady, then it shows me--and eventually, the lady you are trying to approach-- where the source of your self-esteem is--money. This is why you guys choose the worst women even with your cars.
Classic Nigerian man. Thinks money is a solution to a lack of simple tact and game.
You folks self-esteem is so much in the gutters, it is such pity to look upon. Even you think you are not deserving of love till you have money. Such shame.
I am grateful to God that I have a car, and so this discussion cannot tilt to some broke shaming trope which I know is your next response.
You folks are so lame.
I was about to eat the meat in my food at work when wisdom descended quietly on me like a dove and said, “My daughter, preserve your dignity.”
This is not the kind of meat you casually eat during your lunch break and continue with your day. No. This is the type of meat you find at a nonagenarian’s burial party where the meat obviously cannot go round. So they give you one piece to contend with while you gossip. If you’re not careful, you’ll spend the entire event chewing on the meat and ruminating on the issues happening at the party.
This is the type of meat that requires prayer, strategy and upper-body strength. A bonus for gym rats. The kind that makes you abandon cutlery and start using techniques passed down through generations. Your incisors and your fingers become close lovers. Every few seconds, they meet to discuss the way forward and exchange a French kiss.
𝘌𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘢
It’s so muta-lic (oti muta) that one bite turns your face into a canvas. Stew on your cheeks. Stew on your chin. Stew in places you don’t remember touching. By the end of the meal, it looks like a makeup artist is preparing you for a traditional wedding.
It’s blush season, baby.
You need a mirror or at the very least, your computer screen after pressing Windows + L.
𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘰 𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘪?
The meat itself? Stubborn like a goat.
You bite. It protests.
You pull. It obeys Hooke’s Law.
You pull harder. It starts pulling you back into a past relationship.
At that point, people are no longer watching someone eat lunch. They’re watching a custody battle. Imagine struggling with meat like you have personal issues with it.
Of course, it’s beef.
Not to sound cow-ardly, but I’m letting go of this beef.