My mother has stepped in o. She took over the kitchen and said whatever our quarrel is doesn’t warrant allowing my husband to poison the whole family because she caught oga trying to put peppersoup spice inside banga soup and the stew he made is slapping mouth.
Baba sat me down and confessed he didn’t want to continue again because house chores took his entire day and he didn’t even finish everything on the list. He admitted he was wrong when he undermined my contribution to the household. Me too I apologized for making such a huge purchase without running it by him first and admitted it’s not easy to work hard for money and it’s other people that will be spending it.
We’ve settled that one o. I told Oga to at least refund me 80k because I’m broke broke, he said I should sell my wig.
I will use his finger print to open his phone this night.
Women alone can’t raise men actually.
Last week, while coming back to the mainland from Ajah, I decided to use ferry. Not even a ferry, a speed passenger boat. There’s this mother and son who were also boarding. The boy sat at the spot I like, the seat beside the water. A lot of people love to sit in the middle just because of phobia for water but he sat close to the water while I sat in the middle. I could have told him to exchange seat but I sensed he was challenging himself. I heard him mutter “I can do it”.
Immediately his mum who was seated at the front saw the boy sitting beside the water, she shouted “iwo omo yi ma pa mi”. The boy looking sad was about to speak when myself and another man replied her “e file, ko si nkan nkan. He’s in good hands”.
Speaking up for him and the boat driver also adding “e ma worry, o safe” gave his mum the feel that he’s safe. Throughout the journey gbaga gbaga gbugu gbugu, I used my right leg to pin down his leg while crossing my right hand around his neck as guard.
10 minutes journey, all he kept saying immediately we got to the jetty at Ikorodu was “I did it. Thank you sir”. That confidence, a man needs it.
Reducing what goes on in a boy’s head on his birthday to fake maturity is an evidence to how insensitive the other gender can be to a boy, many times even in relationships.
For boys, a lot of expectations are attached to age
While birthday is a call for studio photoshoot for some
for many boys, new age is a reminder of the apartment of their own that they should have had
It’s a reminder that they are getting too old to be where they’re financially, academically and relationship wise etc
On a normal day a boy could just sit and start thinking of how to move forward in life, that thinking is more intense on a birthday
So if they don’t send a picture of themselves as broadcast to all contacts on WhatsApp group for a repost, it’s not a flex
They are grateful for life, but when they have something truly worth celebrating they won’t hold back
It’s not fake maturity, we are usually on a date with reality and reality is not friendly.
An American bank partnered with a Nigerian man to launder $308 million of Nigerian government money.
The money left Nigeria through American banks. It then sat quietly in a shell company for years while the man lived comfortably in Texas.
In 2003 American authorities arrested him. He spent six months in federal detention in the United States waiting to be tried.
Before the trial happened he offered to return $163 million.
America accepted. He flew back to Nigeria.
Nobody questioned him. Nobody charged him. Nobody prosecuted him.
He ran for Senate and won. He ran for Governor and won. He ran for Governor again and won.
America returned the $308 million his operation had laundered.
The new president then put him in cabinet.
America did not trust Nigeria with the $308 million.
They tied every dollar to three specific roads. Lagos-Ibadan Expressway. Abuja-Kano Road. Second Niger Bridge.
They even included a clawback clause. Misuse one dollar, pay it all back.
Why the conditions? Because previous loot returned to Nigeria had already disappeared.
Nigeria's own government told the court they had no record of how the earlier billions were spent.
A man who laundered billions is currently Nigeria's Minister of Budget and Economic Planning.
He decides how Nigeria spends its money.
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I jumped on a flight to Enugu to see my parents. I wish I could do this more often. I can't explain the joy on their faces since morning. My dad, who is gradually getting old, hasn't left my side since I arrived.
For some of us, we will be lucky if our parents are still here for another decade. We should make it count.
I have lost 7 PEOPLE TO INSECURITY, including my DAD⚠️‼️
So Pls, don't come under my posts to dictate to me, how I should react to the killings of HUMAN BEIGNS anywhere in Nigeria🙏
I prolly have a better understanding of what it's like to lose a LOVED ONE than you can ever😪💔
In March 2010, a deadly attack on a village near Jos left dozens of people dead. Police initially put the death toll at over 500 before revising it down to 109.
An eyewitness, whose granddaughter was hacked to death, said the attackers were Fulani. Other witnesses gave similar accounts, saying the assailants struck around 3 am on a Sunday, firing heavy machine guns to force residents out of their homes before cutting them down. Some victims were burnt. Men, women, and babies were among the dead.
The state government blamed federal authorities. The governor’s spokesperson, Gregory Yenlong, said, "I can't understand why people are killed, people arrested, for such acts, and they are not being prosecuted. The Nigerian system, something's wrong."
The attack came just weeks after another round of violence in Jos in January that left about 300 people dead, many believed to be Muslims.
Source: P.M. News
Yesterday night on Palm Sunday,
As you all were in bed,
Over a dozen Christians were shot and slaughtered with machetes in Jos Nigeria by a group of violent barbaric terrorists invaded the community and murdered them.
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There was a woman who sold rice and stew outside my office building on Broad Street. Every day for 4 years. Big pot. Blue plastic chairs. She knew everyone's order before they reached her table.
Her name was Mama Chidi.
Mine was the last plate before she packed up. 1:45pm. Every day without fail she'd see me coming and start dishing before I even sat down. Extra meat. Never charged me for it. I asked her once why.
She said I looked like someone who skipped breakfast.
She was right every time.
2019 she stopped showing up. No warning. Just gone. I asked around. Nobody knew anything. I switched to a restaurant down the road. More expensive. Smaller portions. Spent 4 years just quietly missing a plate of rice I never properly appreciated.
Last month my colleague forwarded a Twitter post into our work group.
A young guy. Maybe 25. Saying his mother used to sell food on Broad Street before she had a stroke in 2019 that took her left side. That she was recovering but kept asking about her regulars. That she cried one day saying she never got to say goodbye to any of them.
I DM'd him immediately.
He called me 10 minutes later.
She was sitting right next to him.
I heard her voice through the phone. Slower than I remembered. But she laughed when he told her who it was.
She said she always saved my plate last because quiet people need someone looking out for them.
I visited her in Mushin on Saturday. She can't stand long anymore. But she sat up straight in that chair and watched me eat everything she'd made.
Didn't let me leave without packing food for the road.
Some people just decide to take care of you. Before you even know you need it.
Home of Peace and Tourism.
That is the nickname of Plateau State in North Central Nigeria. A state that used to pride itself with providing exotic vibes to residents and visitors, has been grossly violated by terrorists time and time again.
Peace in Plateau has become an old wives tale. The government whose primary responsibility to its citizens is to protect them, is rehabilitating criminals and releasing them into the society to commit more crimes. Kidnapping is at an all time high. Arson is at an all time high. Genocide is at an all time high. Even children and women are not spared. The street is filled with the blood of its own people while the elected officials are standing on a political mandate to reclaim office in 2027.
I’ve not seen this level of tone deafness in my entire life. The country is burning but the leaders are partying. In some countries, the country would be burning and politicians would be fleeing the country as citizens shut down and burn the country. When is enough going to be enough. Our death toll is reading war time numbers when we are in ‘peace’ time. Cost of living is already taking the lives of the living. Standard of living is at an all time low. HDI is embarrassing low. We are living like rats in 2026, running helter skelter for food and water while hoping not to be shot in the process.
Speaking in Nairobi in 2006, Barack Obama told the students of the University of Nairobi that, “if the people cannot trust the government to do the job for which it exists - to protect them and to promote their common welfare - all else is lost, and that is why the fight against corruption is one of the biggest fights of our time.”
Nigerians, all else is lost. We are the horror story people in Cairo and Lusaka wake up to read about in the dailies. We need to wake up. Pleateau is bleeding and it is only a matter of time, the entire country is drained of blood.
I never knew a day would come when I’d read on this app that Ikwerre tweeps are forcing Opobo tweeps to accept that they are Igbo, while the Opobos mock Ikwerre people, whose language is similar to Igbo, for trying to be identified as ancestral indigenes of Benin, while rejecting the true identity of the language they speak.
Good morning, Rivers State Twitter. This is the headline from the Rivers X community.
Thank you all for the massive love you’ve shown me. Let me properly introduce myself and answer some of your questions.
My name is Ifesinachi. My father, of blessed memory, was from Awgu Local Government in Enugu State. His name was Chidi. My mother is from Menchum Division in the Northwest Province of Cameroon, an English-speaking region with its own native dialects.
I was born in Enugu, actually in my village. After my birth, my parents returned to Cameroon, but at the age of 4 or 5, I was brought back to Enugu and left in the care of my grandparents. My father wanted me to grow up grounded in my culture and identity.
Living with my grandparents shaped me deeply. I followed them to the farm, sat with them in meetings, and stayed close enough to learn, not just by being told, but by observing and experiencing. That was how I absorbed Igbo language, culture, and traditions.
Yes, I speak Igbo fluently, and I write it as well.
After about three years, I moved to Enugu city where I completed my primary, secondary, and tertiary education, though I traveled between Nigeria and Cameroon over the years.
My father was very intentional about my roots, I spoke Igbo with him and English with my mother, though she understands and speaks Igbo very well. In fact, she has embraced Igbo culture beautifully, she cooks our food and understands our omenala deeply.
I don’t feel “half Igbo.” I feel fully Igbo, because I was raised in Igbo land, shaped by its values, and rooted in its identity.
Everything I share about culture comes from lived experience, not just observation.
Thank you again for the love. If you have more questions, I’m open to answering.
Quote with your thoughts, I’m trying to understand these two concepts.
Essentialism: We are born with a fixed core/nature/goal. We just have to fulfill the blueprint.
Existentialism: We are born as nothing. We create who we are through our actions until death.
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@_chrisejiofor@UnkleAyo Maybe, the initial deposit needed to start treatment was more than that, so they had to use the little they had to source for more.
My thoughts though.
I really hope people treat social media as inconsequential as it is.
It is why I actively deny the tag "influencer". I'm not one.
And I say it as often as I can, I'm not a good person - I desire not to be looked up to because that's what those picture frames in people's family houses are for. I may not be a good person but I'm also not a thief. Not a meowsexual, either.
You see the ironic mystique about the persona of " influencers" is that - they're now the "influenced".
The metrics and the dashboard - the insatiable desire to maintain an engagement % standard has clasped chains around their minds and hands. To tweet, create content - not as natural or as inspired, but as demanded.
No corporate 9-5 works you 7 days a week, all day in the year including weekends - here you are, grinding it out that way unprotested.
The "influencers" are the influenced. The real influencers are the audience. It has become an Influenza.
@ThaBoyYom That humanity is 'good' or 'evil' is simply because humans chose to act that way and not because it's their nature.
God can only decide to get involved in matters beyond human and nature.
@ThaBoyYom I had this discussion with a friend today where we concluded that at creation, God has provided us with everything we need to thrive and survive as humans and then he decided to not interfere with humanity.