dhamryhd

Writing the things people survive in silence.
Stories | Truth | Reflection

[dhamryhd @__dhamryhd]

Some stories were never told.
So I’m writing mine.

[dhamryhd @__dhamryhd]

So I started trying again.
Softening my voice.
Forcing smiles.
Adjusting my presence.
Trying to make my pain less loud around her.
Not because everything was fixed.
But because she deserves safety,
even if I’m still falling apart.

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Fragment Three — “She Said She Was Scared of Me”
I tried to create closure
for wounds I didn’t even fully understand.
So I sat with my daughter.
Tried to talk.
Tried to make peace.
And she said something that broke me in places
I didn’t know were still intact.

[dhamryhd @__dhamryhd]

She had seen me in my worst moments.
She had felt the weight of a man
who is fighting the world with empty hands.
And that realization embarrassed me more than poverty ever could.
Not being able to provide hurts.
But being feared by the child you love?
That cuts deeper.

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Losing focus.

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And no matter what I do, I'll never make it far.

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So afraid that I'll always be lost.

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Negativity in all my thoughts.

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It can only get worse.

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[Foundational Nupe Lawyer @egi_nupe]

One of the heaviest burdens as a father raising children is the unchecked wave of indecency and social vices that have become the everyday backdrop of our public spaces. Eateries, supermarkets, markets, streets, and beaches; places that should be neutral grounds for family outings have turned into open arenas where moral boundaries are blurred or completely erased whilst social vices are now the new normals.

You take your kids out for a simple meal, and right there in the booth next to you, a young lady is dressed in ways that leave nothing to the imagination, while companions and others engage in loud, vulgar conversation laced with profanity that no child should hear. Walk into a supermarket on a Saturday, and the aisles are filled with music videos blasting explicit content on the screens, teenagers openly displaying affection that borders on the obscene, and adults who should know better laughing it off like it’s normal.

The markets? Even worse. Hawkers, traders, and passers-by throw around language and gestures that make you instinctively cover your children’s ears and hurry them along. The streets are no sanctuary either.

From Victoria Island to Lekki and everywhere in between, the beaches that used to be refreshing escapes have become spectacles of moral decline; half-naked bodies on full display, public intoxication, and scenes that make you question what kind of society we are building.

Anyone grounded in strong cultural and family values will be deeply disturbed. The danger is not just what they see once in a while. It is the slow, constant exposure that normalizes indecency and moral decadence in public places, where people of different ages assemble and interact.

Children begin to think this is how adults behave. That revealing dressing is fashion. That vulgarity is confidence. That disrespect for personal boundaries is freedom. Before you know it, the foundation you are trying to build at home starts cracking under the weight of the streets.

For anyone who pays enough attention, you see the downstream effects every day, broken homes, rising cases of exploitation, loss of dignity, and a generation that is losing its sense of shame.

We must refuse to pretend this is not happening. Many parents are quietly battling the same thing and shielding their children while trying not to make them feel like outsiders in their own city. We monitor what they watch, the friends they keep, the routes we take, and still, the environment fights us at every turn.

We cannot continue like this. Those who still hold firm to decency, character, and responsibility must speak up louder. We must raise our children with even stronger counter-values at home. We must demand better from our communities, our leaders, and the businesses that profit from turning public spaces into moral free-for-alls.

Our lands have so much potentials, beautiful, vibrant, full of opportunities but we are losing our soul if we allow this decay to continue unchecked.

Fellow parents, especially those rooted in tradition and faith, let us not sleep on this. Our children are watching. The question is: what kind of adults will they become if we do not fight for their innocence in the middle of this chaos?

[dhamryhd @__dhamryhd]

And every day I still show up.
Not because I’m strong.
But because something in me refuses to fully die.

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Fragment Two — “January 22nd”
January 22nd, 2026.
That date is not special to the world.
But it is carved into me.
My daughter didn’t go to school that day.
Not because of fees.
Not because of sickness.
But because there was no food in the house.

[dhamryhd @__dhamryhd]

Breaks you in places nobody sees.
Because in your head you’re thinking:
How did my life reach this point?
I wake up every morning already exhausted.
Not from work.
From life.
Tired before the day even begins.
Heavy before the sun even rises.
Every day I give up.

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Just quietly surviving.
And maybe that counts for something,
even if the world refuses to notice.

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Fragment One — “Hunger Teaches You Silence”
Some days it’s just vegetables.
Not because I chose healthy living,
but because hunger has trained me to accept less without complaint.
I’m used to hunger now.
It doesn’t scare me the way it used to.

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But because I have a child who still needs me breathing.
There was a day she couldn’t go to school
not because of fees
but because there was no food at home.
No energy.
No strength.
No dignity left.
That day stayed with me.
Still, I survive each moment.
Not loudly.
Not proudly.