I listed my all assets, both here and Uk. The Code of Conduct said they would go and investigate and they did.
I left $150 million dollars,Can any governor come out to say he saved $15m in treasury account?
Do we appreciate honesty in Nigeria?
— Peter Obi
the kind of smiles it could brighten, the right energy it could awaken, the connections it can build, the transformation it could inspire, I’d say is immeasurable 🤍❤️🩹💝🌪️
If there’s anything worth learning to a T, I’d say how to love more purely
To love more unconditionally
To be less political and strategic while at it and love equally like 02 & moonlight
I’m not talking about the kinda of love that cherry picks and it’s foundation is Self,
but the kind that doesn’t matter the feedback and ROI
Well this kinda of love makes one a fool from a smart persons pov, makes one vulnerable from another perspective but at the end of the night, the understanding of what this type of love can do,
They happen in cars.
On benches.
After work.
In waiting rooms.
Inside barbershops.
I've always wondered...
What if those conversations didn't disappear?
I've become increasingly fascinated by something.
The most valuable things people carry aren't in their wallets, houses, or job titles.
They're in the stories they never tell.
The lessons they never write down.
The questions nobody has ever asked them.
Most of it will never be heard.
Been thinking about that a lot lately
I think the world has enough opinions.
What it doesn't have enough of...
...is people who genuinely know how to listen.
Been paying attention.
Some of the most important conversations never happen on stages.
I used to criticize people who were devoted to their Christian faith.
Those who never wanted anything to do with secular music, random relationships and so many "normal" things an average human does all the time.
I thought they weren't free, that they are living in set out rules that are complicating their lives.
Not until i fell into deep struggles and was looking out for hope. That is when i encountered Jesus Christ.
I was lost, empty and wandering down a terrible path society told me to follow. I thought i was living in freedom, but my life was heading to death.
I was deep in lust and addictions, it almost ruined my life, but Jesus pulled me out of that pit.
Now i understand why they had to live that way. This is a life of peace and not every human can boast of it. Knowing Jesus is like holding an answer sheet next to your question paper.
My life changed entirely, and now I'm living clean with peace and understanding. Now all i want to do is protect my peace by all means, by rejecting whatever society presents.
I'm afraid I've become what i once criticized 😩
If you see someone celebrate breaking out of an addiction for a few weeks or even months, celebrate with them and do not trivialize it in any way. Sometimes people do not understand the extent of discipline and grace this thing takes because they do not have that struggle.
As the World Cup Begins Without Nigeria
As the World Cup begins today across three nations, I identify with our teeming football followers and urge them not to be despondent that Nigeria is not participating, despite the abundant talent in our land.
Our failure to participate on the global stage is not due to a deficit of talent; it is a direct consequence of a deficit in leadership, planning, and institutional support.
The task of building a better Nigeria rests primarily on the shoulders of the younger generation. Do not watch the World Cup with despair; rather, see it as a reminder of where Nigeria ought to be. We must move our country from being a nation of mere consumers of global entertainment to a nation of proud producers and competitors.
A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO
The story in the Bible that rattled me before I converted to Christianity from Islam:
The two thieves crucified next to Jesus. I never knew about them. Bro. They’re the whole Gospel in one scene.
Two men. Same sin. Same cross. Same dying breath. Same distance from Jesus — mere feet away on either side.
One mocks Him. One turns to Him and says, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
And Jesus tells the second man: “Today you will be with Me in paradise.” Luke 23:43.
That man did ZERO good works. He couldn’t. His hands were nailed down. He never prayed five times. Never fasted. Never gave to the poor. Never got baptized. He had nothing to offer but a dying glance toward Jesus.
And Jesus saved him... on the spot.
In Islam, that man was doomed. No time to balance the scale. No deeds to weigh. Game over. A horrible life with a horrible punishment ahead.
I wonder if that would be me…
Yet in the Gospel, that man was in paradise the same day — because salvation was never about his works. It was about WHO he turned to in his last moment.
Two criminals. Same cross. One simple difference: which one turned to Jesus.
That’s why the Gospel is offensive.
And Jesus asks everyone: who do you say I am?