Onyekaba Innocent

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"One decision changed the fate of an entire kingdom. 👑⚔️

Would you have made the same choice?

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[Onyekaba Innocent @centparrot1]

When you SELL YOUR VOTE, you are not just collecting money to thumbprint on a piece of paper — you are intentionally selling yourself into slavery.

When you sell your vote, you declare that your future is worth less than temporary gain. You surrender your power of choice.

You sacrifice tomorrow for today’s bread. No — you sacrifice your life and the future of your family for 1,460 days over a single meal or a few notes of cash. Even animals do not trade their survival so cheaply.

When you sell your vote, you commit an offence not only against the law, but against your generation and generations yet unborn.

When you sell your vote, you place a curse upon yourself.

You tell God and nature to take away your right and power to choose. You lose the power to speak when you should speak, to eat when you should eat, and to live the life you deserve.

Selling your vote means selling yourself into slavery.

A person who truly wants to serve you will not bribe you. Leadership is not bought with rice, money, or promises. It is your duty to freely choose who should serve you.

It is your right.
It is your power.
Do not sell it.

[Onyekaba Innocent @centparrot1]

EBONYI BABE VS ANAMBRA MAN

An Anambra man, who is an orphan, met an Ebonyi girl who was already three months pregnant. The biological father denied responsibility for the pregnancy, and the girl wanted to abort the baby.

The Anambra man pleaded with her not to abort the pregnancy because nobody knows what the child may become tomorrow.

He decided to take responsibility for both the Ebonyi girl and her unborn child.

One day, the Ebonyi girl complained that she could hardly feed well in her sister’s house, where she was staying, and asked if she could come and live with him.

The Anambra man accepted her gladly.

They started living together.

When the pregnancy reached eight months, people assumed the Anambra man was responsible for it. Despite that, he went with his people and drinks to her family to officially declare his intention to marry her.

He collected the marriage list.

The Anambra man paid the hospital bills for the safe delivery of the baby — a boy.

He later opened a POS business for her and made her the manager.

One day, the Ebonyi girl told the Anambra man that she had been defrauded of ₦140,000, but he later discovered it was a lie.

The Anambra man bought her a Spark 30C phone. She later claimed that it had been stolen, only for him to discover that she had given the phone to her baby daddy.

Still trying to make things work, the Anambra man bought another phone for her — a Redmi 13C.

Then one day, she called him and told him that she had taken his money and left his house open. She confessed that she never loved him and that everything had been pretence from the beginning.

When the Anambra man returned home, the gate was open, the room was open, his properties were gone, and all the money in the POS machine had disappeared.

The Anambra man did nothing wrong by loving the Ebonyi girl.

Even when the Ebonyi girl’s mother came for ọmụgwọ at her other daughter’s place, it was the same Anambra man who fed and took care of her.

When the woman was leaving, the Anambra man still bought gifts for her, including a phone.

Today, the Anambra man is begging for help.

He says his hands are swollen from excessive labour and carrying blocks just to survive after all his savings and valuables were taken from him.

The Ebonyi girl reportedly ran back to her parents with the Anambra man’s money, yet nobody from the family contacted him about the matter until he managed to reach them almost a month later.

According to the Anambra man, the family told him that the money was already finished and asked him to come so they could “settle” the matter.

For now, he has refused.

The Anambra man is asking for financial assistance.

[Onyekaba Innocent @centparrot1]

@ruffydfire I convert Airtime to cash.

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1. In Lagos State, it is a crime under the Criminal Law of Lagos State 2011 ("Desertion of pregnant woman or girl").
Any man who impregnates a woman/girl and fails/refuses/neglects to contribute to maternity costs (medical bills, food, shelter, other needs from antenatal to postnatal) is guilty.

2. Child Rights Act (CRA) 2003 (Federal Law, adopted in most states): You have a duty to maintain the child (and indirectly the mother during pregnancy for the baby's sake). Wilful neglect = court can order maintenance + possible penalties.

The law cannot force you to marry anybody you impregnated, but you must take care of the child as it is his/her right.

Either ways; hol money for case 😂

[Onyekaba Innocent @centparrot1]

Around 2012, Peter Obi attracted an international brewery known as Intafact into Anambra State, and invested ₦1.96b for a 10% stake for Anambra State. Which is valued at ₦109.5b as at last year.

Creating about 5000 job opportunities in Anambra. A detailed study of International Breweries Plc Onitsha operations (post-merger) sampled around 384 staff across various roles (managers, engineers, operators, sanitation, security, etc.)

Indirect jobs (including buyers/sellers/distributors, drivers, loaders, suppliers, and related ecosystem) Over 5,000.

Also, by the side is Saleh Mamman Nigeria former minister of power sentenced in absentia to 75yrs imprisonment over money laundering, fraud, and diversion of public funds (around ₦33.8 billion) earmarked for the Mambilla and Zungeru Hydroelectric Power Projects.

₦1.96b. Vs. ₦33.8b. Alịlị egbuo m 😭

[Onyekaba Innocent @centparrot1]

Someone who uses wheelbarrow to hit your legs thereby causing you harm had committed an offence under the Nigeria Law.

Section 351 of the Criminal Code, a person who unlawfully assaults another commits a misdemeanor. The punishment under Section 355 depends on the type of assault and circumstances, but ordinary/common assault is generally punishable by imprisonment for up to 1 year.

Where the assault causes actual bodily harm such as bruises, cuts, swelling, bleeding, or significant pain; it becomes “assault occasioning harm.”

Under Section 355 of the Criminal Code, the punishment is: imprisonment for up to 5 years.

How to use one as a scapegoat:
1. Mark his face.
2. Report to the nearest police station.
3. Get him arrested.
4. Get doctors report for the injury.
5. But.....👇👇👇

But shaa hol money for case 😂

[Onyekaba Innocent @centparrot1]

"MY DATE - MY CARD" she said, as she stretches her hand holding her ATM card towards the cashier.

Fumi said since she was the one that initiated the date, that she ought to pay for it. It didn't sit well with me - both the date and the payment because that wasn't what I expected.

We've been chatting for about just four days, the chats were flowing too good and too easy, I was beginning to think someone sent her to get me lured into a trap or kidnap me. I went through her profile and timeline to be sure she's real. Every night and day we were texting and spamming each other with pictures and videos.

When I'm at work moving files or working on my laptop, I don't grab my phone from time to time to respond to her cos I know she must've texted me. She on the other hand gives the same energy. Before I wake up every morning she must've woken up, prayed, brushed and bathed for work. And when I finally wake up I would get about four to five videos of her brushing, bathing, eating, dressing up for work, inside uber heading to work, etc.

It seemed like we were spending the day together. She seemed so comfortable and safe with me, she tells me things I wouldn't tell someone I just met. I feel there's a vacuum in her life filled with loneliness and I just filled that vacuum.

I was waiting for at least to talk with her for about a month before initiating a first date. But one night during one of our chats she said "are you free this Saturday let's see?"

Yes I am, I quickly responded.

"Do you know Surulere very well?"

No.

"Don't worry I'll send you the address" she replied happily.

Our meeting was scheduled for 2pm on Saturday. I woke up that morning happy but I still had my fears. What if this is a set-up?
But I didn't offend anybody nau.
Do you need to offend anyone to be setup? What if it's human traffickers?
What if it is organ harvesters?

I had a lot of "what ifs" going on in my head. But I didn't want to only look at the dark side. I rushed to the salon to cut my hair. The barber - a slim average height guy in the next street, he looked tattered, rough hair, rough beards, even the hairs under his armpit were bushy and he likes wearing sleeveless exposing his unshaved armpit. I wonder why can't he barb his hair and shave his beards since he's a barber, or can he not barb himself? Even if he can't barb himself - can't he shave his beards himself? Or even his armpit with a shaving stick. Not with the clipper he uses to barb me.

I took my bath, dressed very neat and simple. I looked at the address again "DIVINE FAVOUR DIAGNOSTICS, SURULERE" this is a laboratory - I said to myself. She said when I get there I should call her, maybe we'll go from here to somewhere else. The date was scheduled for 2pm but I got there by 10am. I needed to stay somewhere and observe the lay of the land there before 2pm.

There's a shop along that road with the DIVINE FAVOUR DIAGNOSTICS, I glanced through the shop - greeted the woman - a young mother. She was carrying her baby, she looked beautiful even though some part of her face has been affected by bleaching cream. She didn't smile at me, what could be her anger? Did her husband annoy her? Is it mood swing? Is she suffering? Is it baby troubles? Or is she mad at the bleaching cream?

"Give me bottle water" I said. She opened her fridge and gave me water.

How much? I asked.

"Only ₦200, uncle I have egg rolls and meat pie oo "

Did you make the eggrolls yourself? I asked.

"Yes"

How much for one? I asked.

"₦500 for eggrolls, ₦1000 for meat pies, they're very rich and as you can see I made them in a very neat space"

She didn't lie.

Alright give me one eggroll, take one meat pie for yourself and a soft drink, give your baby one eggroll too, then call your account for me, I said while holding her baby.

Her face got lit up with a very beautiful smile. She thanked me so much. I started seeing the beauty in her eyes. As I carried the baby, she was free and tied the wrapper on her tummy, making it possible for her figure eight body to show properly. Seeing how beautiful she is - it seemed like the eggroll tasted sweeter and more delicious.

"Are you living around here?" She asked.

No, I'm waiting for someone.

"Okay, you looked like all those corpers that teach in that school, but I know you're not a corper "

How did you know?

"Corper no fit buy you meatpie na " she said smiling.

Around 130pm, Fumi texted me asking where I was, that it's almost 2. I told her that I was already there, she said okay that she's coming.

While waiting there from morning till afternoon, I observed every movement around the Lab. A guy wearing a black hoodie came down from a keke, pulled out his phone and stared at the screen for some time and walked into the opposite street. Another set of boys and girls looking like upcoming pablos and pablets dropped at the Lab bus stop and crossed over the other side too. Nothing out of the ordinary.

A minibus stopped at the Lab bus stop and Fumi alighted. As she placed her phone on her ear I felt my phone vibrating, I didn't pick. I walked to her and we hugged each other.

"You look more handsome and taller in real life" she said.

You too, you glow more without filters. And you're taller than I thought. I replied.

"Let's go" she said.

Where are we going? I asked.

"Okay, we'll have a drink together and gist, but before then I would like us to conduct a lab test here" she replied - pointing at the DIVINE FAVOUR DIAGNOSTICS. We talked into the lab and she demanded for a full blood test for couples. "12k each" the cashier said.

I had plans to spend money that day but it was supposed to be on food and drinks, I didn't plan to do lab test with anybody. As I was contemplating on how to follow this - she said "don't worry, I'm paying for everything today. You can pay for our next date"

Oh wow!

They took our blood samples, and urine samples too. They said we should come back in three days for the whole results, or we can take some after an hour and the rest can be sent to our respective WhatsApps. She told them not to worry that we'd be back together to see the doctor - the MD of the Lab.

We branched into an eatery, ate, drank, gisted. Kissed each other few times and went back to our separate homes.

We fixed to go get the Lab tests together on Tuesday - just about four days later. On Tuesday I dressed simple though expensive - original Corinthians jersey, stock jeans, and a handmade palms from Shoeniverse9ja , with my very sharp hair cut. She came wearing a backless gown, no bra - you could see almost half of her roundly naturally pumped breasts. But she had a denim jacket on - yet unbuttoned. She looked enticing, and smelled like her body is calling me to eat her up.

"The doctor will see you now" the cashier said after dropping a call from their landline used for their intercoms.

We went into the doctor's office, he welcomed us. "Your tests are very okay. Everything looks good. I wish you both a blissful wedding, you can take the print out and submit to your church if they asked for it", thank you very much doctor - she replied.

"Wait, am I getting married without knowing it?" I asked myself.

"Thank God you're infection-free, this date would've been ruined" she said.

Ruined keh? What date, where are we going today?"

"We're going to the cinema " she responded.

Aah! But today is Tuesday, and this is like 10am, it's going to be boring and only you and I in the whole Cinema hall; I said.

"Exactly how I want it - you and I alone in that cold dark room, why do you think I wore this gown? Please order ride let's go" she replied.

We got to the cinema, all eyes were on us, or say on her. She looked exceptionally beautiful, attractive and her countenance was filled with joy. Her happiness increased after the doctor interpreted our lab results for us, but why's she this happy? We have only said I love you and I love you too, but we haven't talked about dating or not. What's Fumi's plan for me?

We stood together at the counter, she picked on Nigerian movie that has been in the Cinema for months, even though I haven't watched it, I've read almost the whole script from the hot takes people gave online.

Why did you pick this movie? People have been watching it since last year, I asked.

"I don't want the one people would want to watch, I want the one they don't wanna watch, so that it'll be only you and I in there" she responded.

Wait oo, what are your plans for me, Fumi?

"My plan is to eat you without hand gloves, any other questions?

I said "without hand gloves? Oh hand gloves? Oh sorry, I grab"

"Better", she replied.

We sat at the extreme row of the Cinema. From there we could see all the seats, or anyone who tries to come in. The room was dark, we couldn't see each other's faces unless when a very bright scene pops up on the screen. We were eating our popcorns slowly while watching the movie. There's no way the popcorn would suffice till the movie ends but we have to manage.

She wore her jacket on, it was cold in there, she dragged down on her gown a little bit, bent over to her leg and gave me a small piece of cloth to hold for her. It was too silky to be a handkerchief, and it was wet, gummy, I brought it close to my eyes to see what it was - her pant. She bent down and removed her pant and handed it to me to keep.

I raised my head in shock towards her, but her hands were busy loosening my belt and dragging down my trousers. I stylishly raised my asss so that she can drag down the trousers.

Mind you: everything that happened that day, my consent was not sought, I wasn't aware, my opinion was not sought, I wasn't given an opportunity to say yes or no, but I just had to play along for my own safety.

She climbed over and sat on my thighs so close our bodies were almost gummed together. She kissed me rigorously as if it's been long she planned this. Her hair was so full that when we kissed, it covered our faces, she smelled nice, her hair too.

She grabbed my deek and...see more

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COUNTING IN MILLIONS in 2009, but it wasn't really something awesome.

I was working under one rich Akwa Ibom man — Sunday. Tall, fair, well-spoken. He had this aura of a boss, walked graciously without stress or forcing his steps.

He owned a black 406 Peugeot, tinted glass, with foreign leather seats. The air-conditioner in the car is what our people call "Oté," meaning that it is authentic. It gets so cold that you can see evaporation on the windows.

I could remember almost losing my maturity and writing "I love my mummy" on the window.

That day, he sent for me to accompany him to the bank in Awka. There were a lot of people he could've gone with, a lot of people working under him, mostly the ones who did everything to be noticed by him — the eye-service staff. But he sent for me.

I was in the quarters — a single-room self contain at the edge of the building. It had two windows, so I had enough fresh air in the room. When the messenger came to call me, he didn't knock, either because I was his junior or maybe he disliked me, or he disliked how the boss liked me. Either way, I didn't give a flying fvck.

His name is Dauda. He gently pushed the door open like an African parent hoping to catch her daughter in an ungodly act. I didn't say anything. I positioned myself at a very good corner in case he was an intruder. He put his head in first, then his leg on the dark green rug. Fluffy rug, because there was a slim foam spread beneath it.

He entered and stood in amazement. The room was too fine on the inside, and too good for someone at my level. It wasn't the usual wardrobe hanger, but a real maple wood wardrobe that people see in movies. My 16-inch foam was lying on a 14-inch high borderless frame, with layers of bedsheets and duvet as if it was a hotel room waiting for a guest. It was a neat room, well ventilated. I could see the shock, amazement, and unquestioned questions in his looks.

"Oga dey call you, una dey go Awka," he said. He took another slow look around the room, turned around, and left.

I was satisfied with his shock. Apart from my older colleague's daughter who was in NYSC camp — 2 years older than me — no one else from the office had entered the room. Her name was Hadizah — a beautiful, smart, and well-statured girl, all covered in her hijab. Don't ask me how I knew about it all, or what she came to my room for.

I dressed up sluggishly. It wasn't in my plans to follow anybody anywhere that day. Haddy was coming back from her PPA, and she liked to eat Igbo soup prepared by an Igbo man who wanted to sleep with her immediately.

I walked sluggishly towards where my boss was waiting. Immediately I got close, I started running slowly towards him to indicate that I wasn't intentionally wasting his time.

We drove out to Awka. The road was a mess from Awkuzu to Amawbia. From Yar'Adua to Goodluck, the road is yet to be completed. You could see caterpillars and excavators on the road, showing there was construction going on, but never any actual work being done.

We got to Abba Junction and met a police checkpoint. The road was closed by half. Some commercial buses were parked by the side, passengers standing beside the buses while the police checked the boots of the vehicles.

When we got to Awka, it was at a bank. His intention was to withdraw and pay into a different account. We came with some cash in a blue-and-white striped Ghana-Must-Go bag.

The cashier saw him and smiled, gesturing us to where we could sit, even though only he was given a chair. Then she brought some cash to us. My boss asked me to count it to be sure it was complete.

There were two hundred naira notes wrapped with a paper band carrying the bank's name and logo. I had to tear each band off before I could count. Some of the notes were sticky, and I had to touch my finger to my tongue before I could continue.

I asked the lady banker to get me water, but she was more focused on gisting with my boss, exhibiting some unnecessary familiarity and eye service, which my boss later complained about in a condescending manner. I felt ashamed on her behalf.

When we were done with the transactions and went back, I was expecting my boss to give me something as appreciation because I almost passed out counting more than a million naira alone.

"I'm going home now, Sir," I said to him, hoping he would understand and put his hand into his pocket. At least that is what Igbo men would've done anytime you do something meaningful for them.

"Alright, see you tomorrow," he replied.

My eyes widened in disappointment. I thought to myself whether to come out plain and tell him to give me something to buy soap to wash my hand from the numerous naira notes I touched, but I felt it would be too forward.

"Am I being too modest? Was that why he sent for me, knowing that I wouldn't openly demand money from him?" I asked myself, but I said again to him, "Sir, I'm taking my leave now."

"See you tomorrow," he quickly responded.

I left with a smile on my face, but saddened in my heart. I never liked smiling when I'm not supposed to, especially in front of my boss. I never liked eye service.

I went back to my quarters. I always removed my footwear outside and dusted them for sand before gently bringing them inside. I was too mindful of the cleanliness of my room that Hadizah once accused me of being an OCD patient. I asked her what it meant; she spoke one heavy grammar which I still didn't know the meaning of then.

I went straight to the bathroom. It had tiled floors and walls. It was small, yet big enough to contain a blue drum of water. I took off my clothes and grabbed the rubber plate I normally used to pour water on my body since I didn't have a working shower.

I heard my door make a sound. I stopped and listened. I wasn't prepared for any intruder. I was naked. I had just a rubber plate in my hand. It was my vulnerable state.

"Where are you? Una oga saw me coming towards here. He gave me a bundle of money to give you," that's Hadizah.

"Please bring your slippers inside, and bolt the door," I said.

"I already did," she replied.

"Keep the money on the bed, and take off your clothes," I said jokingly.

"I already did," she interrupted.

"Then join me in the bathroom".

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@elonmusk Send me 100k first let me check if it's true

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@akindipeola @NemeremNjoku Orthopedic patients in government hospitals are watching their legs and hands dec@y away. The rich ones are transferring their loved ones to private hospitals.

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@DefenseNigeria After a firefighter, we're seeing drones instead of bodies??

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@instablog9ja Since October till today I don't think we've had up to 6hrs light all joined together. We went some weeks without even a flash of light. Area is IGANDO - Onilu abule inside

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@Allezamani How do I rate since December 1 we never see light

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@lady_valor_07 Wolfsburg

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@yabaleftonline Eternaaa - eternal life
Eternaaa - eternal life. I wan to live eternal life, God save my soul

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@john322226 Troy

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