Chetty 💌

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

I'd had a quest
A purpose beyond my function and then suddenly
it was over and I felt
disappointed
let down
empty
does that makes sense
I was so certain that once I got everything back
I'd feel copacetic
but in some ways I feel worse than I started
I feel like nothing!....

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@MrCharlesky I'm interested

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@MrCharlesky Interested

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@JobFound5 I'm interested

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@theonlybigbasz @oku_yungx My thoughts exactly 😄

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@AndrewBolis Money

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

Fathers!

[smv @slimvnsn]

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to.

Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after.

My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people.

I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it.

He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that.

He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated.

He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something.

I accepted that and moved on.

Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing.

I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried.

I didn't call my father.

3 days later he called me.

Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it.

I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again.

He showed up on Saturday at 9am.

Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag.

I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings.

Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me.

Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing.

I nodded.

Long silence.

Then he opened the nylon bag.

Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio.

I didn't know anyone had taken a photo.

He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place.

I held that frame and stood very still.

He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain.

Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten.

I laughed.

Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place.

We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years.

He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo.

Didn't say anything.

Didn't need to.

The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat.

Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair.

But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag.

That was his standing ovation.

I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@JE_dna Congratulations ❤️

[Simeonunity.Eth || 🌵 @Simeonunity]

The funny thing about wanting to make money is this:

In the end, after you finally make it, you realize it was never really all about the money.

But here’s the irony; you can’t discover that truth if you never make it in the first place. And to make it, you have to genuinely want it.

So you spend years chasing money, only to arrive at the realization that it wasn’t the money you were really after.

A strange circle.

And that is why you can’t tell someone that hasn’t made it “It’s not all about the money’ and they’ll entirely get what you mean

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@mr_anuoluwa @AramideOyekunle That's the same error message I'm getting

[De Liberty @Mikeliberation]

Every Lenten season, my neighbour becomes a different person.

Normally, he’s the lively type—always joking, always playing music in the compound.

But once Lent begins, everything about him slows down.

One evening, he knocked on my door and said, “Come, let’s go for Stations of the Cross.”

I hesitated. I had heard about it, but I had never really taken it seriously. Still, I followed him.

When we got to the church, it was quiet. People were already gathered, moving slowly from one station to another.

At each stop, they paused, prayed, and reflected.

At first, I didn’t really understand what was going on.

We moved from one point to another, reading, kneeling, standing… repeating the same pattern.

But somewhere along the way, something changed.

At one of the stations, they talked about Jesus falling under the weight of the cross.

I glanced at my neighbour—his head was bowed, eyes closed.

And for some reason, it hit me.

This wasn’t just about what happened years ago.

It felt like a reminder of the struggles we all carry every day—the pressure, the disappointments, the silent battles no one sees.

As we continued, I started paying more attention. Each station felt personal. Each prayer felt heavier.

By the time we got to the end, the whole place was silent.

No noise, no distractions—just people thinking, reflecting.

On our way back home, my neighbour didn’t say much. That was unusual for him.

After a while, he finally spoke.

He said, “You see why I don’t joke with this period? It helps me reset.”

I didn’t reply immediately.

Because deep down, I understood what he meant.

Sometimes, in the middle of all the noise of life… you need moments like that—to slow down, reflect, and face yourself.

Since that day, whenever he knocks during Lent, I don’t hesitate.

I just follow.

[Bright Sokari @KBSokari]

There are 10 people in the village, and each has N100 in their pocket.
So each apple costs N100 simple, everyone can buy one apple.
Now, the village chief says: "We're poor! Let's just print more money!"
He prints a TON of extra cash so now everyone has N200.But guess what?

There are still only 10 apples.
Nothing new was grown or made.
The apple sellers see all this extra money floating around and think: "Wow, people have twice as much cash I can charge N200 per apple now!"
Suddenly, your N200 buys the same one apple it used to.

Your money feels weaker. Prices go up everywhere. That's called inflation.Printing money didn't make anyone richer it just made everything more expensive.
The only real way to get richer is to grow more apples (build factories, farms, roads, schools, businesses actual stuff that creates real things people want).

That's why countries can't just print their way out of poverty. It’s like trying to make a party bigger by printing more party tickets when the room size never changes. The room gets crowded and noisy, but nobody gets extra cake.

In places like Nigeria, when too much money got printed in the past without making more "apples," prices shot up fast and that’s part of why things feel so expensive today. Real wealth comes from making and selling more stuff, not from the printing press.

[Chetty 💌 @Swatchet3]

@Buzulee98 @Accountant_Unco Pm was really crazy for me...... it doesn't matter anymore, I'm an ACA😀

[blessing Ailen @ib_Ailen]

There’s this couple that lives two houses away from my house.

Every evening around 6pm, the husband comes back from work. Before he even enters the house, he honks lightly not aggressively just one soft beep.

And without fail, his wife comes out to meet him at the gate.

Not because she has to.
Not because he can’t open it himself.
But because she wants to.

One day I was close enough to notice something.

She had flour on her hands. She was clearly cooking. Yet she still ran out, wiped her hands on her apron, and met him halfway.

He stepped out of the car smiling like he hadn’t seen her in years.

No big drama. No over-the-top romance.

He just held her face for a second and said,
“Welcome back to me.”

And she laughed like it was the first time he ever said it.

They’ve been married for over 20 years.

But the way that man looks at her?
Like he still can’t believe she chose him.

And the way she waits for that soft horn every evening?
Like it’s her favorite part of the day.

That’s when I realized…

Maybe marriage isn’t about grand gestures.
Maybe it’s about someone who still feels like home every single day.🥺

[BSAT Properties @BSAT_Properties]

BARR. IKPEAMA: Why did you remain in the premises after the landlord gave you quit notice?
TENANT: My Lord, I was still searching for alternative accommodation. He only told me orally to leave, so I did not believe he was serious.
BARR. IKPEAMA: Why did he ask you to leave in the first place?
TENANT: There was a qûàrrel between his wife and my first daughter. When he returned that evening, he told me to vacate the house.
BARR. IKPEAMA: How much notice did he give you?
TENANT: He said I should leave within one month.
BARR. IKPEAMA: Was there any written tenancy agreement when you moved in?
TENANT: No, sir. There was none.
BARR. IKPEAMA: What transpired last week?
TENANT: He came with police officers and had me árrèsted, claiming I was ûnlawfûlly occupying the apartment because the one-month notice had expired.
BARR IKPEAMA: so your landlord called police and have you árrèsted because he gave you quit notice and you didn't leave?
TENANT: yes sir, I spent 4days in détentioñ
BARR IKPEAMA: did you pay any money before you were released?
TENANT: yes, I paid 150k as bail money and they gave me one week to leave, I still haven't gotten a place
BARR. IKPEAMA:
My Lord, the facts before this Honourable Court are not in dîspûte. The Tenant received an alleged oral quit notice. Instead of approaching a competent court to recover possession, the Landlord resorted to self-help by inviting the police, resulting in the Tenant’s àrrèst and four days of detention
My Lord, it is settled law that the police have no jurisdiction in purely civil landlord-and-tenant dîspútes. Recovery of premises is strictly a judicial process. A landlord who seeks possession must comply with statutory notice requirements and obtain an order of court. Anything short of that amounts to ûnlàwful eviction and abûse of power.
In this case, the Tenant was detàîñed and compelled to pay ₦150,000 as so-called bail in a matter that is purely civil. That action is unconstitutional, ópprèssive, and a clear viólatioñ of his fundamental right to personal liberty
My Lord, we respectfully urge this Court to hold that the àrrèst and dèteñtion were únlawful, condemn the use of police in civil tenancy dîspútes, and award damages in the sum of ₦2,000,000 for ûnlàwful àrrést, détentioñ, hûmiliatiôñ, and viólatioñ of rights
We further urge this Honourable Court to affirm that due process must be followed in recovery of premises and that self-help has no place in a society governed by law.
My Lord, we so submit
JUDGE: here is my judgement
JUDGMENT
This application arises from the àrrèst and dèteñtion of the Applicant at the instance of the Respondent over a landlord–tenant dîspûte
The material facts are largely undisputed. The Respondent verbally instructed the Applicant to vacate the premises within one month. Upon the Applicant’s failure to vacate within that period, the Respondent invited the police, leading to the Applicant’s àrrèst and dèteñtion for four (4) days. The Applicant was released after paying the sum of ₦150,000 described as bail
It is settled law that dîspûtes arising from tenancy are civil in nature. A landlord seeking possession must comply strictly with statutory notice requirements and thereafter approach a competent court for an order of possession. The law frowns seriously at self-help. The police are not debt recovery agents nor enforcement officers in tenancy matters absent a valid court order
The àrrèst and dèteñtion of the Applicant in the circumstances of this çàse were únlawful and a vîólation of his right to personal liberty as guaranteed under the Constitution
Accordingly, this Court holds as follows:
1.The àrrèst and dèteñtion of the Applicant were únlawful
2.The involvement of the police in this purely civil tenancy dîspûte was improper
3.The Respondent shall pay damages in the sum of ₦2,000,000 to the Applicant for ûnlàwful àrrést and dèteñtion
© Obasi Nzubechi

[HDrops @wetdrops147]

The part that stands out is him putting her on speaker immediately and you saying “we’ll handle it like adults.” That’s what security looks like — transparency, calm, and no games. Using a pregnancy scare for attention is wild, but a solid marriage will always expose the difference between real and performative.

[ICAN @ICAN_NGR]

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One of the greatest gifts you can give yourself is growth. The kind that opens doors. The kind that earns respect. The kind that lasts.

A professional certification is more than a title. Becoming Chartered with ICAN is an investment in your future, your confidence, and your relevance.

This season, choose yourself.
Choose purpose.
Choose to be Chartered with ICAN

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[Olamilekan @_financeintel]

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[DonAza @DonAzag]

KPMG talk say Nigeria new tax law get 31 wahala.
I break down 3 make everybody understand.