This is Vision Homes Estate
Located at the Labour City scheme along the Lagos-Calabar coastal road Lagos
This is a brand-new estate selling at the pre-launch price of N35M and will resume selling at the original price of N50M by April 4th. With an initial deposit of N5M, you are on your way to owning this exquisite property.
This property is accompanied by a certificate of occupancy and a government allocation and it shares proximity with, the Dangote refinery. Lekki deep-sea port. Lekki free trade zone, Amen Estate, and the upcoming international airport. Do well to get yourself a plot or more here and you'll be glad you did.
You can call or WhatsApp Mr. Chidi @ +2348113017779 for viewing and other details.
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I am not here to be self-righteous. I am not writing this from a position of having done enough, said enough, fought enough.
I am writing this because I am angry. And I am grieving. And I am ashamed of myself, of us, of what we have collectively agreed to accept.
Children are being kidnapped in this country and we are debating nonsense.
Teachers are being slaughtered and we are clout-chasing.
People are being killed in their places of worship, the one place they dared to believe they were safe and our feeds are full of everything except the weight of that.
What does it say about us that we have become so good at moving on?
What does it say about a society when the shelf life of a massacre is 48 hours?
What does it say about our leaders and about our tolerance for those leaders that they have learned they can wait out the outrage? That they know if they just stay quiet long enough, we will find something else to argue about?
We have handed them our silence like a gift. And they have accepted it, every time.
Are we losing our humanity or have we already lost it and are only now starting to notice?
Because humanity is not just the big gestures. It is not only the protests, the donations, the moments of visible solidarity. Humanity is also maybe especially the refusal to normalize the abnormal. The insistence on being disturbed by things that should disturb us. The decision to carry grief longer than the algorithm asks us to.
It is the small, stubborn act of saying: I will not move on. Not yet. Not until these matters.
I don't have a neat answer. I don't have a five-step solution or a rallying cry that will fix what decades of violence, neglect, and systemic failure have built. But I know this:
The moment we stop asking the question is the moment we truly lose.
So I am asking it. Loudly. Uncomfortably. With grief in my chest and fire in my throat.
Are we losing our humanity?
And if the answer is yes, what are we going to do about it?
This was written out of pain, and sent out of hope. If it moved you, share it. Not for the algorithm. But because some things deserve to outlive a 48-hour news cycle.
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Something happened last week in Nigeria. Maybe you saw it. Maybe you shared it for a moment, a story, a headline, a voice note forwarded in a WhatsApp group before the algorithm buried it under the next trending thing.
Children taken. Again.
A teacher was killed.
Worshippers were massacred in a place they believed was sacred. Again.
And then — silence. Not the heavy, grieving kind of silence that demands something. The other kind. The kind where everyone moves on.
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes not from fighting, but from witnessing. From watching tragedy after tragedy play out on a screen, in a headline, in a voice note someone sends with a sad emoji, and then nothing. Nothing changes. Nobody is held accountable. The news cycle spins, swallows the horror, and spits out something lighter, something easier to consume.
And slowly, without us even noticing — we stopped feeling the weight of it.
I want to ask you something, and I want you to sit with it honestly:
When was the last time a tragedy in this country broke you? Not for a day. Not for an afternoon. But truly broke you, changed something in you, made you unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to pretend that everything was fine?
Because if you're being honest, you probably can't remember.
And that terrifies me.
What we are experiencing is not indifference. I refuse to believe we are a people without hearts. But there is something that happens to the human spirit when it is forced to absorb grief over and over again without resolution, without justice, without change. It shuts down. It protects itself.
Psychologists call it compassion fatigue. I call it the slow death of our collective conscience.
We were not always like this. There was a time when a single missing child would paralyze a community. When a death — especially a senseless, preventable one — would be mourned beyond the moment, would be spoken about in hushed tones for months, would demand a reckoning.
Now? We share. We react with a broken heart emoji. We say "this country" under our breath like a prayer we no longer believe in. And we scroll.
We scroll to the drama. To the celebrity gossip. To the politician's gaffe that has everyone typing furiously as if it matters. To the things that feel manageable, small and loud and safely distant from the kind of pain that requires something of us.
#EidUIAdha #EidMubarak #Nigeria
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