@Kemisanwo base on the fraud business you are into and that tree that use to grow pounds in your backyard, that why its so easy for you to own all does things in periods of two years
The politics of President Bola Ahmed Tinubu GCFR @officialABAT should be researched and studied in Universities and research institutes.
1. I have been telling people though from another angle."E SI MAA BO ERE TINUBU LAST NI TO BA LO TAN" meaning the world would worship TINUBc's statue last for African development.
This is a man that came to break the generational slavery chain of fuel subsidy.
2. A Muslim man who married Christian goes to church when needed
3. Stood firm, remained unstoppable in the face all sorts of criticisms
4. A man who used "ida ahun nii paun" techniques to calm all banditry strategies ochestrated to pull his government down.
5. He's a star in the political horizon. Look at his silent reforms that will put Nigeria in better stead, if we're a little more patient with him and love our country. The best is yet to come!
6. His life is a book on his own, and it actually needed to be studied
7. He is certainly an enigma! Difficult to fathom. But then Nigeria is a country of paradoxes - a bundle of confused, hungry, malicious and conflicted people.
Wait and see what will be the testimony after 2031.
God bless the Federal Republic of Nigeria
I WAS JAILED AT 13 GAIN FREEDOM AT 60
I was 13 years old, living in Maiduguri, the state capital of Borno. After school I used to hawk sugar cane for my father,He was a sugarcane farmer.
I still remember how he would hire a wheelbarrow for 20 kobo. We’d arrange the sugarcane on it and push it around the city to sell.
On one fateful day, after school, I was pushing my sugarcane around. The weather was unbearably hot. Anyone who has lived in the North knows how hot Maiduguri can get. I was looking for shade under a tree to rest.
In the process, I accidentally scratched and knocked off the headlight of a car parked by the roadside leading to the garage. I was terrified. I wanted to run, but my conscience wouldn’t let me. So I stood there for 30 minutes, waiting for the owner.
I didn’t know the owner was praying nearby in the mosque inside the park. When he came, I was still holding the broken side light in my hand. I couldn’t speak.
Instead of listening, the man started beating me. People tried to intervene, but he brought out a pistol and threatened to shoot anyone who came close.
He shoved me into his car and drove straight to the police station. That was when I realized he was a police officer. He ordered his men to put me in a cell. They obeyed.
I spent the whole night there. No food, nothing. The only thing we got was bread that was shared among us in the morning.
Around 10am the next day, one officer asked, “Who is this small boy?”
A woman at the counter replied, “Oga said we should keep him there.”
“Who are you to question oga?”
One week passed. Then two. One month. I kept asking myself: Has this man forgotten me? I tried to talk to the officers on duty. No one listened.
I was barely 13yrs. I cried every night, tasting the bitterness of life at such a young age.
After a month, some officers gathered a group of us and took us to court. The court didn’t sit that day. The officer said, “Let’s take them on remand.”
That’s how I ended up in Maiduguri prison. One year passed on remand. I was later drafted to the laundry section.
After two years, I was moved out of Maiduguri. I didn’t even know where until a fellow inmate told me: Bauchi. By then I was 15.
You never know when they’ll transfer you to. One morning they just wake you up, put you in a vehicle, and take you to another state.
From there I was transferred to prisons in the East and West, like someone serving in the force.
My last stop before returning North was Ibadan prison. From there I was taken to Kano State prison. By then I was already 60 years old.
Everyone called me “Baba in the prison” I was well known. But no one believed my story. Behind those walls, people assume everyone is a criminal.
God remembered me at 60. A governor visited the prison near the end of his 8 years in office. As he walked through the yard, his eyes landed on me.
“Baba, come here,” he said. “How old are you, and what brought you here?”
Tears fell. My heart was swollen, bleeding, empty. After 59 years, someone was finally asking what they should have asked many years ago.
“I am 60 years old,” I replied. “I came here when I was 13.”
Everyone shouted, prisoners and officials alike. Even the governor wept.
I told him everything. How it happened. How I was moved from prison to prison. Even the condemned armed robbers in shackles were shivering as they listened.
An investigation started. They found out the officer who put me in that cell was now a king — a respected and powerful monarch.
The governor took me in his car, still in my prison uniform. The warders tried to make me change. The governor said no.
When we entered the palace and our eyes met, the monarch lowered his head.
He turned to the governor and asked, “Will God forgive me? I made an Emir cry.”
Rich people think money is everything. But money is not everything. He took my youth. He took my future. He took my life. I lost contact with my family. No one to trace. I became like an alien who
I WAS JAILED AT 13 GAIN FREEDOM AT 60
I was 13 years old, living in Maiduguri, the state capital of Borno. After school I used to hawk sugar cane for my father,He was a sugarcane farmer.
I still remember how he would hire a wheelbarrow for 20 kobo. We’d arrange the sugarcane on it and push it around the city to sell.
On one fateful day, after school, I was pushing my sugarcane around. The weather was unbearably hot. Anyone who has lived in the North knows how hot Maiduguri can get. I was looking for shade under a tree to rest.
In the process, I accidentally scratched and knocked off the headlight of a car parked by the roadside leading to the garage. I was terrified. I wanted to run, but my conscience wouldn’t let me. So I stood there for 30 minutes, waiting for the owner.
I didn’t know the owner was praying nearby in the mosque inside the park. When he came, I was still holding the broken side light in my hand. I couldn’t speak.
Instead of listening, the man started beating me. People tried to intervene, but he brought out a pistol and threatened to shoot anyone who came close.
He shoved me into his car and drove straight to the police station. That was when I realized he was a police officer. He ordered his men to put me in a cell. They obeyed.
I spent the whole night there. No food, nothing. The only thing we got was bread that was shared among us in the morning.
Around 10am the next day, one officer asked, “Who is this small boy?”
A woman at the counter replied, “Oga said we should keep him there.”
“Who are you to question oga?”
One week passed. Then two. One month. I kept asking myself: Has this man forgotten me? I tried to talk to the officers on duty. No one listened.
I was barely 13yrs. I cried every night, tasting the bitterness of life at such a young age.
After a month, some officers gathered a group of us and took us to court. The court didn’t sit that day. The officer said, “Let’s take them on remand.”
That’s how I ended up in Maiduguri prison. One year passed on remand. I was later drafted to the laundry section.
After two years, I was moved out of Maiduguri. I didn’t even know where until a fellow inmate told me: Bauchi. By then I was 15.
You never know when they’ll transfer you to. One morning they just wake you up, put you in a vehicle, and take you to another state.
From there I was transferred to prisons in the East and West, like someone serving in the force.
My last stop before returning North was Ibadan prison. From there I was taken to Kano State prison. By then I was already 60 years old.
Everyone called me “Baba in the prison” I was well known. But no one believed my story. Behind those walls, people assume everyone is a criminal.
God remembered me at 60. A governor visited the prison near the end of his 8 years in office. As he walked through the yard, his eyes landed on me.
“Baba, come here,” he said. “How old are you, and what brought you here?”
Tears fell. My heart was swollen, bleeding, empty. After 59 years, someone was finally asking what they should have asked many years ago.
“I am 60 years old,” I replied. “I came here when I was 13.”
Everyone shouted, prisoners and officials alike. Even the governor wept.
I told him everything. How it happened. How I was moved from prison to prison. Even the condemned armed robbers in shackles were shivering as they listened.
An investigation started. They found out the officer who put me in that cell was now a king — a respected and powerful monarch.
The governor took me in his car, still in my prison uniform. The warders tried to make me change. The governor said no.
When we entered the palace and our eyes met, the monarch lowered his head.
He turned to the governor and asked, “Will God forgive me? I made an Emir cry.”
Rich people think money is everything. But money is not everything. He took my youth. He took my future. He took my life. I lost contact with my family. No one to trace. I became like an alien who
Finally, the Cyber new law that the National Assembly led by the Senate President Godswill Akpabio is finally passed.
*LEGAL NOTICE – 2025 CYBERCRIMES ACT NOW IN FORCE*
The Federal Government has officially enacted the Cybercrimes Bill into law, meaning all provisions contained in the Cybercrimes (Prohibition, Prevention, etc.) acts are now fully enforceable and binding across the country.
Everyone—especially online users, content creators, and administrators of digital platforms or social media groups—must take note of the following key provisions:
Key Offenses Under the Cybercrimes Act:
1. Unauthorized Access to Devices – Section 3:
Gaining access to someone else’s phone, computer, or digital device without their permission is a criminal offense.
🛑 Punishable by up to 5 years imprisonment.
2. Tampering with Data – Section 4:
Modifying, deleting, obstructing, or interfering with another person’s digital data without lawful authority is illegal.
🛑 Punishable by up to 5 years imprisonment.
3. Disclosure of Critical Information – Section 5:
Sharing classified, sensitive, or “critical information infrastructure” with unauthorized persons is a serious offense.
🛑 Punishable by up to 15 years imprisonment.
4. Recording Private Conversations – Section 10:
Recording private discussions without proper authorization, *even if you are a participant*, violates privacy laws.
🛑 Punishable by up to 2 years imprisonment.
5. Publishing False or Misleading Information – Section 19:
Spreading fake news or publishing content that is deliberately misleading or deceptive is a criminal act.
🛑 Punishable by up to 2 years imprisonment.
6. Online Harassment and Abuse – Section 22:
Posting content that is rude, vulgar, offensive, or indecent, especially with the intent to embarrass or humiliate others, is an offense.
🛑 Punishable by up to 2 years imprisonment.
7. Inciting Ethnic Hatred or Division – Section 24:
Attempting to provoke ethnic, religious, or tribal hatred through online or offline statements amounts to domestic terrorism.
🛑 Punishable by life imprisonment.
Note that if you are an Administrator of a WhatsApp Group, Facebook Page, Telegram Channel, or Any Other Online Community
You can be held liable for the content shared by members if you knowingly allow illegal content to be posted or fail to moderate appropriately. As such, always monitor your groups, enforce community guidelines, and avoid circulating unverified or inflammatory content.
Stay Legally Protected
Ignorance of the law is no excuse. In this digital age, it is essential to understand and comply with the provisions of the Cybercrimes Act to avoid prosecution. Be responsible with your digital activities, and protect your legal and personal reputation.
@Iyoaiye_ You're just a stupid woman, because if it's your husband that received such amount of money, you would have been demanding for a car and support for you business by now mumu.
They call themselves opposition that want to collect power and better Nigeria, but they hate Nigerians and Nigeria by their conducts
:One violated airport Trafic control rules, his car was clamped and he lied that they want to kill him (toddler ranting shit);
The other is quick to tweet about Nigeria is doomed, but when our pupils and their teachers were rescued, he pretended like he is quarantined in a place where there is no access to information; No show of empathy and solidarity
They all love to use misfortunes of people for politics, but they hate the very idea of human dignity and freedom.
Desperate people do desperate things