Nigerians, pay attention.
INEC has refused to disclose the voters' register, hiding the total number of registered voters to cook fake numbers.
Section 19(1) of the Electoral Act 2026 requires the voters’ register to be displayed at every registration area and online.
Why is INEC not obeying its own rules? Why is the voters' register not displayed on the INEC website? @inecnigeria
Emeka the men you sat with are OGs. They didn’t tell you because they are capable of harming you but because of the future.
You are too slow and emotional to handle life lessons.
The Ego of a stupid man.
Voting is underway and the BVAS suddenly stops working. Can officials just carry on?
Can they switch to manual accreditation? Is the election cancelled?
Here’s what should happen. 96 days to go.
#100DaysToVote#Day96#NigeriaDecides2027#Mundx#Roadto2027#INEC
Find your polling unit: search all 176,846 by name, code, or state, LGA, and ward.
See your PVC collection venue and dates, the elections you’ll vote in and their election-day dashboards, and your polling unit’s 2023 results, linked to IReV.
https://t.co/EhkpFCC2v5
#NigeriaDecides2027 #Mundx #Roadto2027
One unintended consequence of shining a torchlight on @inecnigeria and the 2023 irregularities is that, while Nigerians now understand the many ways an election can be rigged, that knowledge can also breed distrust and voter apathy.
I read the @YIAGA National Voting Intentions Survey that came out a few days ago, and one in four respondents said that a lack of trust in INEC could stop them from voting.
Let’s be realistic: we won't have a completely free, fair, and credible election in 2027. That is not likely.
The only way out is the scale of our collective engagement with the system.
The progress we need in 2027 will come from overwhelming the system with citizens: asking questions, demanding answers, voting, documenting everything, and staying engaged through voting and collation. That is also why we are building technology that helps citizens follow results and scrutinize the process in real time
In 2027, voting and waiting for results to be announced at the polling units WILL NOT be enough. We should hold night vigils at all ward collation centers across Nigeria.
In the coming weeks, we will aggressively publicize the locations of all 8,809 ward collation centers so that citizens can move from their polling units to the ward centers. Nobody should go home from the polling unit.
If 500 young Nigerians are present at each of the 8k+ ward collation centers on election night, it will put INEC officials and ad hoc staff on notice that citizens are watching. It will make it harder to cut corners, ignore the rules, or manipulate the process, and help ensure they do the right thing.
Some of yall need to realize that yall are USERS. Yall don't know how to be good friends, good partners, or good family members because you're always looking for what you can get out of people. Yall take advantage of people's kindness, love, resources, support, connections, etc.. instead of genuinely showing up for them!
INEC has confirmed that Permanent Voter's Card (PVC) collection commences on 9 October 2026. Please get your PVC so that you can participate in the 2027 election.
We have a sitting president whose brain regresses anticlockwise.
Over 15 Air Force personnel died in a helicopter crash. Tinubu sent a condolence tweet and stayed locked up, with no physical presence, zero empathy, no compassion. 💔😭
Peter Obi was live at the Air Force Base to tender condolences, a leader who understands the need to honor our fallen heroes for their selfless sacrifices.
Choose your leader wisely guys!
From that gold medal in Beijing in 2008 to an unforgettable career, making history every step of the way with La Albiceleste. 🥇🇦🇷
Congratulations, Leo, for continuing to make Argentina’s jersey even more iconic! 🐐👏
"Thank you for loving me" the little boy from Rosario said as he took his final bow.
No, Leo. We thank you.
You were the joy of our teenage and adulthood - because across civilizations, political enclaves and nationalities, we might not speak the same language but we all spoke Messi.
You made magicians quiver because the swiftness of your feet made the firmaments stop.
You made sorcerers question the potency of their charms because of the precision by which your strikes split the wind.
You made giants look mortal & levelled them.
You made defenders forget their names - left them with cracked ankles.
You made goalkeepers stare into the emptiness of their nets - wondering what had just passed them by.
And somehow, Leo, you did it all with a rolling leather at your feet, a smile that made the impossible look ordinary & strides that mirrored the silhouettes of gods. My Leo.
Oh my Leo, I type this with tears bubbling in my eyes.
We watched you grow. We watched you become a man carrying the weight a club & eventually an entire generation upon shoulders that never seemed built for such burdens.
We watched you stumble. We watched you lose.
We watched you walk away and we watched you come back.
That's what makes you the Greatest Of All Times because greater than the goals, greater than the trophies, greater even than the records - You reminded us that greatness is not the absence of failure.
That sometimes the smallest amongst us can cast the longest shadow.
I wasn't born in the civilization that cracked industrialization, I wasn't born in the civilization that made coffins fly in the sky but how lucky I am to be born in the civilization whom you found worthy to voyage through with your gift, My Leo.
We will tell our children about you, about that night in Mexico - with the World Cup clenched in your palms.
We will tell them about the night your fathered orphans in Madrid. We will tell them about the careers you ended in Camp Nou.
No, don't thank us, Leo.
We thank you. For the memories, the magic, the joy, the friendships you fostered across the globe, your love for the game and for making us believe.
Rest now, Leo.
We don't know what football would look like moving forward - Stadiums will eventually go dark in silence, boots will hang in museums, numbers will get passed, records might get broken.
It doesn't matter. You were the man, the myth, the god, the game.
And when we all lay crumpled one day, old in our dying beds and someone asks us what being football looked like being young -
We shall all chant:
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