Ravyn

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@EjanlaOfnaija

[👑S.A.L.A.K.O🕊 @UnkleAyo]

You think I'm happy living abroad?

I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.

People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.

You think I'm happy?

That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.

How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.

You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?

WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?

Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?

If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?

If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?

Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?

You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.

That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.

You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?

You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.

For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?

I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@KennedyCKk4 @davido are you foreal , 2017 🤷‍♂️ call my name was 03 bro

[WillCity 🩵💎🚾 @Liamsz007]

@Teeniiola If you have the opportunity, leave Nigeria and do not look back.

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@iam_oscardice 🔥

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@Hybrid_Ola yu go don know say na that one wey wear glasses be the wife, Adewale penperenpe🤓🤓🤓 oloshi

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@dave_ejitade @instablog9ja i guess we'd never know🤣🤣🤣🤣

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@peace_igho @ChuksEricE e reach to ask🤣🤣🤣🤣 cuz this one go tey for prison

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@CampbellAJ70 @realDonaldTrump lol he shouldn't have fun cuz he's Potus☹️☹️ come to my country if you want a boring president,lol

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@phisco_ lol, shebi to cut the long story short, the lady poisoned her own child shay, cuz the son belong to the boss,the man that always drop her off from work, and not d husby,washere 👏, just like yoruba nollywood movies, you can always guess the ending

[Davido @davido]

So much respect to you guys for allowing me walk!! Just know u were part of something that turned out to be phenomenal!! 🌎🌎🌎

[A 90’s Baby ☘️ @elmannygram]

I will never forget in 2019 when I followed my mother to the express so she could take a shuttle on her way to Shiloh. This was really when Police/Sars people were in full flight.

That’s how these mean looking 5 bastards jumped out of a sienna without play moments and AK 47’s reeking of cigarettes and weed and one proceeded to ask what I did for work and who I was. After answering all of their interrogations on the main road in the presence of my mother, one of the bastards even told my mom “your son is lucky to be with you, we for don carry am and una no go see am again” this is just one of the horrible experiences I’ve had with them.
ThankGod for my mother that day, maybe I would’ve not even been here to tweet this.

Or is it the other time in 2020, they drove me from Lekki to Ikoyi and forcefully made me withdraw N150,000 from 3 different ATMs only for them to leave me stranded with nothing on the road.

Tomorrow somebody wants me to go on an international platform and say Nigeria is the best country in the world.

Una Papa.

[Diary Of A Female Engineer @Irishnaija]

I used to run a kitchen in Yesufu Abiodun, Oniru, where I supplied food to banks and offices in Victoria Island, Lagos. My 15-year-old son often helped with deliveries, as he had just completed his WAEC exams in 2018. On one particular day, we had a delivery close to our house. Since it was nearby, he went without the driver, carrying the food and our POS machine.

Tragically, the Nigerian police abducted him, confiscated his phone, and took him to the anti-cultism unit in Gbagada. We searched everywhere in Victoria Island, unaware that he had been taken so far away. Eventually, they allowed him to call me, and his terrified voice broke me: “Mummy, are you on your way? I’m so scared.”

My husband and I, along with our lawyer, rushed to the station. At the gate, they took our phones, and then I saw my son—half-naked and sitting on the ground with over 100 others outside the station. I collapsed in tears. My husband, who is British, demanded to see the DPO and asked him directly: “What offense are you charging my son with?” The boy hadn’t been allowed to explain himself, yet the food and POS machine were right there at the station. The DPO’s response? “Because he dyed his hair.” That was it. Nothing more.

In the end, we were forced to pay for his release. This incident was a turning point for my husband, who decided that we couldn’t continue living in Nigeria.

What made this even more painful was the nature of our family. My children were homeschooled, had no social circles outside the family, and never went anywhere without us. They were raised in a closely-knit environment. At the time of this ordeal, I was seven months pregnant, and the trauma of the experience caused me to go into premature labor, resulting in an emergency C-section.

My son’s only “crime” was being a hardworking boy, helping with his parents’ legitimate business—a business that provided employment for Nigerians. For my husband, a white British man, to witness such injustice firsthand was a harrowing experience.

Many of us have bitter, painful stories about the Nigerian system. Yet when we speak out and tell the truth, we are accused of defamation or subjected to cyberbullying. It’s truly heartbreaking.
I personally say that Kemi should be left alone, she is saying exactly what she experienced and if I'm asked anywhere in the world the same question, I will narrate my ordeal, so will every member of my family!

[INDUSTRY MACHINE ⚙️ @Odumodublvck_]

FUN FACT:

I LEAKED WOTO WOTO SEASONING.

IMMEDIATELY I RECORDED IT I KNEW IT WAS A SMASH HIT, SO I SHOT A VIRAL CLIP AND TOLD MY LABEL THAT I USED IT TO PROMOTE FIREGUN FT FIREBOY.

WHERAS MY MINDSET WAS “GUY, IF YOU DIE TOMORROW NOBODY MIGHT HEAR THIS JAM”

SO I SHOT THE VIDEO THE NEXT DAY. 😂

THATS WHY THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS.

[EZEGE 1 @phynofino]

Let’s fucking go 💿 https://t.co/rCzvGVxaJN

[🏘️IamEri'Oluwa🇳🇬 @IamEriOluwa]

Honestly, @davido deserves all the banter!

Banter is one of the taxes you pay for being famous lolz.

I mean, the guy wasn't supposed to abandon his father's multibillion Naira empire to hop from one 'deku mangolo studio' to another, was he?

Like those other billionaire sons, he's supposed to be heading a company or sitting as an executive director at one of his dad's businesses. But he picked music.He embraced the rugged, unpredictable life of an artist. A big risk.

Some said he doesn't have the voice of a nightingale. But no one can deny he's got the tunes. The dude worked so hard like he's from a broke family. When he sang "Ema Damiduro," I was like, "Omo Baba Olowo ni elei Bai." Davido paid his dues to be where he is today. He delivered hit after hit.

The accolades that followed weren't just awards; they were a collective embrace by a world recognizing not just his talent, but his tenacity. Global dominance? Yes, because he's not just 001 for a catchy name; he's 001 for being the pioneer who dared to venture beyond the known, to claim the heart of music lovers worldwide.

And frankly, I think that's what irks many others. He's got it all, and he's got what many others don't – a heart. It takes an extremely kind person to be vulnerable. Before you say anything good about him, people are quick to pull out a video of him kneeling.

That's a private moment, a moment he decided to trust someone unworthy of it. And it's been turned into the theme of every gossip like he's committed some heinous crime. See, Davido didn't kill anyone; if anything, he's killing it in the game.

Going hard for all, dipping his hands into as many businesses as possible because he wants to make things happen for himself, as he's been doing. Y'all can go ahead lying to yourselves. But one thing you can't say is that he became wealthy because of his dad. No. His dad doesn't own a record label.

Neither did he arm twist anyone to sign him on during his upcoming days that catapulted him onto the global scene. If anything, Davido's case could have been a classic tale of a prodigal son. If he had failed. But that's not the case; dude made it. And he made it big.

Like @Bonang would say, people will talk about you because when they talk about themselves, no one really listens.

Shout out to the 30BG all over the world. You all showed what family really is. In you, Davido got a mega family, not just fans – the dream of any celebrity.

Having an army who goes all out for you every day, all day. And let's not forget, Davido is more than just music; he's a walking billboard. He hawks his clients' products everywhere he goes.

No resting for this multi-hyphenate; he ensures every signature he appends to any deal is worth the price they paid him. He hawks their products as though they are his---a true entrepreneur in the music industry, turning every moment into a brand opportunity.

Davido, not just a musician but a mogul with an empire built on beats and business savvy!

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@jon_d_doe @Chief_Ajiji

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@adebayo_dalley @Moradeyojanet @dammiedammie35 lol, ẹgbọn ẹjeburẹ oo🤣🤣

[Ravyn @badboyravyn]

@adebayo_dalley @Moradeyojanet @dammiedammie35 fear don grip moradeyo,🤣🤣yu no even get liver, small threat you don run