@MTNNG@MTN180 @CPCNig @NgComCommission@ConsumersNCC MTN call centre can't provide info, whatsapp chat can't provide info, walk in centre can't help and twitter page is useless. Stonewalling all the way, fraud all the way. MTN, una no do well. You can't win. Evil never wins.
Kingsley Nebo, (the man on suit), who paid ₦1 million to assassins to murder 25-year-old student Sochima Onoh on July 12 last year, was arraigned in court in Enugu yesterday.
While the judge was about to hear the matter, the police prosecutor presented a letter from the IGP requesting that the case be withdrawn from the court.
A murderer who confessed on video to the crime is being withdrawn?
This sums up the current state of Nigeria.
Nigeria has happened to me.
@FinPlanKaluAja1 We could use all this money & hire the A-team. I'm sure there are well trained people who would be willing to set things right for a fraction of what has been paid so far.
How do we find them? We can't keep waiting for the govt. It seems they've promised our blood to a deity.
Just because there are a few terrorist organizations like Lashkar-e-Taiba, Jaish-e-Mohammed, Hizbul Mujahideen, Harkat-ul-Mujahideen, Harkat-ul-Jihad al-Islami, Indian Mujahideen, Students Islamic Movement of India, Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan, Afghan Taliban, Haqqani Network, Lashkar-e-Jhangvi, Sipah-e-Sahaba Pakistan, Tehreek-e-Nafaz-e-Shariat-e-Mohammadi, Jamaat-ul-Ahrar, Al-Badr, Al-Umar Mujahideen, Jamiat-ul-Mujahideen, Tehreek-ul-Mujahideen, Ansar Ghazwat-ul-Hind, Islamic State Jammu and Kashmir, Al-Qaeda in the Indian Subcontinent, Jamaat-ul-Mujahideen Bangladesh, Ansarullah Bangla Team, Harkat-ul-Jihad al-Islami Bangladesh, Neo-Jamaat-ul-Mujahideen Bangladesh, Islamic State, Al-Qaeda, Al-Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula, Al-Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb, Al-Shabaab, Boko Haram, Islamic State West Africa Province, Islamic State Khorasan Province, Islamic State Sinai Province, Islamic State Central Africa Province, Islamic State East Asia, Jama'at Nusrat al-Islam wal-Muslimin, Ansar Dine, Katibat Macina, Al-Mourabitoun, Ansar al-Sharia, Ansar Bayt al-Maqdis, Abu Sayyaf, Jemaah Islamiyah, Jemaah Ansharut Daulah, Mujahidin Indonesia Timur, Kumpulan Mujahidin Malaysia, Ansar al-Islam, Ansar al-Sunna, Hayat Tahrir al-Sham, Khorasan Group, Jund al-Aqsa, Abdullah Azzam Brigades, Fatah al-Islam, Islamic Army of Aden-Abyan, Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan, Islamic Jihad Union, East Turkestan Islamic Movement, Turkistan Islamic Party, Caucasus Emirate, Riyad-us-Saliheen Brigade of Martyrs, Islamic International Peacekeeping Brigade, Ajnad al-Kavkaz, Armed Islamic Group, Salafist Group for Preaching and Combat, Libyan Islamic Fighting Group, Moroccan Islamic Combatant Group, Egyptian Islamic Jihad, Takfir wal-Hijra, Bangsamoro Islamic Freedom Fighters, Maute Group, Khalifa Islamiyah Mindanao, Movement for Unity and Jihad in West Africa, Ansaru, Jundallah, and Jaish ul-Adl, it doesn't mean Muslims need any reform or introspection.
On Friday, May 15, 2026, highly organized armed bandits launched coordinated, ruthless raids on schools in the Oriire Local Government Area of Oyo State. The attackers arrived in massive convoys of motorcycles, systematically targeted multiple learning centers across the local government, and brutally rounded up innocent students, pupils, and teachers, forcing them deep into the nearby forests at gunpoint.
Oyo State is a territory incredibly endowed with massive, highly lucrative deposits of solid resources and critical minerals. In fact, this year alone, there have been more than thirty high-profile arrests directly related to the illegal extraction of lithium. Those arrested notably include a compromised traditional ruler, Chief Jacob Adefabi Sobaloju, who treasonously handed out illegal mining permits in exchange for raw cash, allowing foreign agents to comfortably strip-mine valuable gold and lithium right inside the sovereign forests of Oyo.
On January 8, 2026, state security forces tracked a massive convoy of heavy-duty trucks carrying tons of lithium ore illegally mined from Oyo State. Security forces intercepted the convoy, impounded seven trucks of raw ore, and arrested six truck drivers. Two Chinese nationals were also arrested and forced to forfeit their assets, as they acted as the untouchable kingpins of the entire operation, working directly with six corrupt Nigerians to illegally mine massive quantities of lithium and mica, process it locally in hidden rural factories, and smuggle it out of the country through the porous, highly compromised ports of Lagos.
This terrifying feature of insecurity, banditry, and terror activities currently exploding in Oyo State is absolutely not a coincidence. We witness the exact same bloody connection in other highly mineral-rich states like Nasarawa, Zamfara with its blood-gold syndicates, Plateau with its columbite and tin deposits, and Taraba with its heavily looted sapphires and uranium.
So, as deeply painful as the situation is, when we watch the horrific videos posted on social media featuring traumatized mothers helplessly pleading for their lives, weeping for their abducted children, and begging the government to pay exorbitant ransoms, we must choose our vocabulary very carefully. We must urgently recognize that this form of systemic insecurity is not just random "kidnapping" or petty theft. It is not a bug in the system. It is a fundamental, heavily financed feature of a neo-colonial machine manufactured to violently clear local populations from their ancestral lands, to extract, refine, and smuggle these critical resources out of the continent, while the blood of innocent Nigerians is simply written off as necessary collateral damage on a corporate balance sheet.
If this undeniable connection between banditry and illegal mining is not enough to convince you that this insecurity is artificially manufactured to loot resources in Nigeria, please permit me to give you further operational details as to why such large-scale, synchronized kidnappings are physically impossible to pull off across different states of the federation without the active, treasonous backing of both local political giants and heavily armed foreign cartels.
To coordinate these massive attacks, these syndicates need a vast, highly paid human intelligence network on the ground to monitor the schools or religious centers that are always their primary targets, to meticulously map out complex escape routes, to identify which communities have weak vigilante presence, and to pay off local informants. The main combat operations involve highly trained, ruthless thugs wielding high-grade machine guns, anti-aircraft weaponry, and rocket-propelled grenades that cost tens of thousands of dollars on the black market. Their escape routes are pre-arranged to either completely bypass military installations, or to ensure that their marked vehicles are cleared by corrupt, highly paid police officers stationed ahead to avoid any friction during the operation.
Furthermore, to sustain such a prolonged, high-stakes military operation deep in the forest, you need highly secure communication channels to bypass signal triangulation from federal law enforcement agencies. This is why Starlink satellite terminals, encrypted satellite phones, dark web communication networks, and untraceable digital infrastructure are the preferred systems actively used by these terrorists. You also need thermal surveillance drones and real-time satellite feeds to monitor the square perimeter of the forest camps, to watch out for local vigilante groups or military convoys approaching, allowing the bandits to instantly regroup and evade capture.
Now you must understand that this is not a small, ragtag operation of hungry thieves. It is a highly sophisticated paramilitary campaign, and it would be absolutely impossible to sustain without both local comprador elites and foreign corporate cartels working shoulder to shoulder.
This knowledge is incredibly important, because from the naive uproars online and in real life, it is painfully clear that the vast majority of Nigerians do not draw this vital connection. Nigerians who have been thoroughly lobotomized by the democratic illusion truly believe that this deeply entrenched insecurity is just a political bug that can be magically corrected by simply voting the "right" candidate with their permanent voters card. Let me be brutally clear: it does not matter who you vote into the presidency, the insecurity will continue uninterrupted because the underlying economic incentives of the global resource cartels remain completely untouched.
Our brothers in the Sahel regions have even executed direct military coups in Mali, Burkina Faso, and Niger, systematically throwing out the French imperialists, yet the same banditry and terrorism continues to bleed their borders. This again proves that the driving financial force behind this insecurity ravaging Africa and parts of the Global South is a structural, international resource war, and it is absolutely not something that a mere symbolic, democratic change in local leadership can easily correct.
What truly allows terrorism, illegal mining, and banditry to thrive is the absolute vacuum of the state. Yes, the foreign cartels provide the sophisticated weapons, the untraceable cash, and the satellite feeds to serve as the logistical backbone for the attacks, but this does not work in isolation. They need desperate agents on the ground to carry out these bloody attacks and to physically clear communities for illegal mining. These violent agents are obviously not recruited from the shopping malls, the air-conditioned bank offices, the university campuses, or the corporate boardrooms in the cities. They are recruited directly from the remote, impoverished rural communities that are completely detached from any state apparatus, economic oversight, or human dignity.
You see, because our government institutions are incredibly weak and aggressively corrupt, government budgets and fiscal spending are almost exclusively concentrated in the capital cities. This means the vast majority of these rural communities have absolutely no functional healthcare, their electricity supplies are non-existent, and in most villages, there are no power poles or wires. The people have to desperately depend on expensive solar panels or petrol generators just to sustain their petty businesses. There are practically no paved road networks, except for the major federal highways that lead straight to their towns solely for the government to deliver ballot boxes every four years or to host manipulative political campaigns.
All of this systemic neglect creates a massive, gaping government vacuum in rural communities across Nigeria, and this rolls out the red carpet for foreign nations to deploy intelligence-backed NGOs and establish heavily funded religious schools. These radical schools are where the vast majority of our twenty million out-of-school children get their basic education. Many times, these foreign-funded schools also offer daily feeding, free basic healthcare, community protection, and a twisted sense of belonging that the Nigerian state completely denies them. So, essentially, these radical institutions always operate as a highly effective, heavily armed state embedded directly within a failing state.
Most of these vulnerable students are heavily indoctrinated and later awarded exclusive scholarships to Saudi Arabia, Egypt, and other Middle Eastern nations to complete their militant Islamic studies, exactly the same path taken by Mohammed Yusuf, the very man who founded the Boko Haram terror network in Nigeria.
So, this bloody insecurity in Nigeria and the rest of the Sahel regions will never stop until this massive government vacuum is violently accounted for and permanently filled with genuine, socialist state infrastructure. This vacuum is exactly what paralyzes government intelligence agencies, such as the recent catastrophic case in Mali, where over 12,000 highly armed fighters completely overwhelmed the Malian and Russian military in Kidal in a massive surprise attack. For a hostile force of 12,000 troops to successfully coordinate and execute a fearless, synchronized attack on a state capital, it proves without a shadow of a doubt that the state is totally lacking in human intelligence. That critical human intelligence is missing because the local population is loyal to the parallel state that feeds them, rather than the central government that abandoned them.
Berthold Beitz watched SS soldiers throw Jewish babies out of orphanage windows.
August 7, 1942. Boryslaw, Poland. The SS was clearing out the Jewish orphanage.
Beitz was 28 years old. A young German oil executive. He had been warned by the local police. He went to see what was happening.
The SS were dragging children out of beds. Throwing infants out of upstairs windows. Loading them into trucks for the death camps.
Beitz stood there and watched. He had a small daughter at home. About the same age.
He went home that night and told his wife. He said: we have to do something.
By the end of the war, Berthold and Else Beitz had saved 800 lives.
Here's how he got there.
Born September 26, 1913. Zemmin, Pomerania. A small German village. Son of a banker.
Bert grew up in a normal middle-class German family. Some of his relatives liked the Nazis. He joined the Hitler Youth as a boy. Most German boys did.
He trained as a banker. Then in 1939, at age 25, he joined Royal Dutch Shell. The big oil company. Worked in their Hamburg office.
When the war started, Bert was in a special category. Oil experts were essential. He didn't get sent to the front.
In 1941, the Germans needed someone to run the oil fields in occupied Poland. Boryslaw. A small town in eastern Galicia. Today it's in Ukraine.
The oil fields there were important. Hitler needed oil to fuel his tanks. The German army needed every drop.
Bert was sent to Boryslaw in April 1941. Made business manager of the Beskidian Oil Company. Later renamed Carpathian Oil.
He brought his wife Else. Their baby daughter. They moved into a nice house in town.
Then he saw what was happening to the Jews of Boryslaw.
Boryslaw had been home to thousands of Jews for centuries. Many of them worked in the oil industry. Engineers. Chemists. Lab assistants. Office workers.
When the Germans arrived, the killings started. SS units. Ukrainian collaborators. Death squads.
Jews were rounded up. Shot in mass graves outside town. Or sent to camps.
Belzec death camp was nearby. Auschwitz was a few hours away.
Bert watched it happen.
Years later he tried to explain why he did what he did. He said it wasn't politics. He said it wasn't anti-Fascism.
He said: "When you see a woman with her child in her arms being shot, and you yourself have a child, then your response is bound to be completely different."
He started small.
The Carpathian Oil Company employed Jewish workers. They wore badges with the letter "R" on them. Standing for Rüstungsarbeiter. Armaments worker. Essential to the war.
These workers were officially protected. The SS couldn't take them. They were too valuable.
Bert started expanding the definition.
A Jew came to him. Said his brother was being deported tomorrow. Said his brother was a tailor.
Bert wrote out a paper. Said the brother was a "petroleum technician." Essential to the oil fields. Couldn't be touched.
Then a hairdresser. A "petroleum technician."
Then a Talmudic scholar. A "petroleum technician."
Years later, Bert remembered it: "I chose tailors, hairdressers, and Talmudic scholars and gave them all cards as 'petroleum technicians.'"
He didn't know any of them. Didn't ask. Just signed.
Then he started doing something more dangerous.
When the SS organized deportations, trains would arrive at the Boryslaw station. Jews would be loaded into cattle cars. Sent east to the camps.
Bert started showing up at the trains.
He would push past the SS guards. Walk into the cars. Shout that this man, that woman, that child, was an essential worker for his oil fields.
He needed them back. The German war effort needed them back.
The SS didn't always argue. Bert was a German civilian executive. He had powerful friends in Berlin. The oil mattered.
He pulled people off the trains. Sometimes one at a time. Sometimes in groups.
In 1945 alone, he and his team pulled about 220 Jews off deportation trains.
Else was doing more.
His wife was 22 when they moved to Boryslaw. Pregnant with their second daughter.
She turned their family home into a hiding place. The cellar. The attic. The spare rooms.
When Jewish parents knew they were going to be killed, they brought their children to Else. She hid them. Fed them. Kept them quiet when the SS came to visit.
Sometimes there were dozens of children in the house. Jewish children. The Beitz daughters grew up playing with them.
The SS visited often. Bert and Else would entertain officers in the dining room while Jewish children sat silent in the cellar below.
If the SS had checked the cellar, the whole family would have been killed. The children. Bert. Else. Their daughters.
The penalty for hiding Jews in occupied Poland was death.
They did it anyway.
In early 1943, the Gestapo finally came for him.
Two Jewish girls had been caught on a train to Hungary. They had forged work permits. The forged permits had Bert's signature on them.
Bert was called in for questioning. Faced the Gestapo.
He didn't crack. He said the permits were forgeries. Said he had no idea who had signed his name.
He had a story prepared. He had powerful supporters. The oil company needed him.
The Gestapo let him go. They warned him to be more careful.
Word spread among the Jews of Boryslaw. They knew what had happened. They knew what was at stake.
In March 1944, the war turned worse for Germany. Bert's protected status ended. He was drafted into the army at age 30.
He fought on the Eastern Front for the last year of the war.
His protection of the Jews of Boryslaw ended.
Most of the Jews he hadn't been able to save were killed.
But the 800 he had saved were still alive.
When the war ended, the survivors found him.
Letters poured in from Israel. From America. From across Europe. Jews who had been pulled off the trains. Children who had hidden in his cellar. Workers whose forged papers had said "petroleum technician."
They came to thank him.
Many of them sent testimonies to Yad Vashem. Israel's Holocaust memorial. They wanted Bert and Else honored.
In 1973, Yad Vashem named them Righteous Among the Nations. Israel's highest honor for non-Jews who saved Jewish lives.
Bert was 60 years old. He had spent 30 years rebuilding his career. He hadn't talked about Boryslaw much. He didn't think it deserved special attention.
He went to Jerusalem to receive the medal. He cried during the ceremony.
Here's what makes his story remarkable.
Bert Beitz didn't stay a small oil executive.
After the war, he came home to Germany. Found work in insurance. Then ran an insurance company in Hamburg.
In 1953, he met Alfried Krupp. The head of the Krupp steel empire. The most famous family business in Germany. They had armed the Nazi war machine.
Krupp had just been released from prison. Convicted of war crimes. Of using slave labor.
Krupp needed someone clean to rebuild his company. Someone with no Nazi past. Someone respected.
He hired Bert Beitz.
Bert spent the next 60 years running Krupp. Turning it into one of Germany's biggest companies. Building Krupp Steel into ThyssenKrupp.
He became one of the most powerful businessmen in Germany. Met with chancellors. Met with presidents. Met with Soviet leaders during the Cold War.
He once spent 21 hours straight in a meeting with Khrushchev. The Soviet premier. Talking about trade between East and West.
He helped Germany rebuild itself after Hitler.
He helped end the Cold War quietly. Behind the scenes.
He was a member of the International Olympic Committee. Vice-President from 1984 to 1988.
He never bragged about saving 800 Jews.
His grandson said it once. "He never spoke about it. We had to read about it in the papers."
When asked, late in life, why he had done it, Bert always said the same thing. "It wasn't heroism. It wasn't resistance. I was just a human being who saw what was happening."
Else Beitz survived him by a year. Died in 2014, age 94.
Their three daughters grew up. Had children. Have grandchildren.
The descendants of the 800 they saved number in the thousands today. Spread across Israel. America. Europe.
Many of them light a candle for the Beitz family every year.
In Germany, Bert is remembered as the last great industrialist. The man who rebuilt Krupp. The Cold War diplomat. The Olympic leader.
The 800 Jews he saved are barely mentioned in his German biographies.
In Israel, he's remembered the other way. The German who saved 800 lives.
Both versions are him. Same man. Same story.
He died on July 30, 2013. Two months before his 100th birthday.
He had gone to work every day until the end.
Berthold Beitz. German industrialist. Hitler Youth boy. Royal Dutch Shell executive.
Saw SS soldiers throw babies out of windows. Decided to fight back.
Forged papers for tailors and rabbis. Hid children in his cellar. Pulled Jews off deportation trains.
Saved 800 lives.
His crime? Refusing to look away.
His legacy? 800 families that lived. A medal in Jerusalem. A German empire he rebuilt. A grandson who only learned what he had done by reading the newspaper.
Some heroes shout about what they did.
Some never stop talking about it.
Bert Beitz lived 71 years after the war and barely mentioned it.
He thought saving 800 lives was just being human.
That's all it was.
That's everything./
My therapist once told me to do something strange.
He said, "Write everything down as if you're dying in 30 minutes."
I laughed and said, "What? That's not true..."
But before I could finish, he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? I said you're dying. Write it down!"
His tone changed everything. I wanted to ask questions, but he yelled again, "Why are you wasting time on me? You have 29 minutes and 30 seconds left."
So I picked up my pen and started writing.
At first, I didn't know what to say. Then I wrote to my parents, my friend, my siblings. I wrote everything I never said out loud.
It was like all feelings came out at once.
When the 30 minutes were over my therapist told me to stop.
"Rest for fifteen minutes and then I'll tell you something."
I sat there breathing hard, eyes wet and totally uncontrollable heart beat. mind racing.
He gave me a glass of water and said, "Now read what you wrote."
I read it slowly. Every word was full of love, regret, and things left unsaid.
He then asked, "Why didn't you write to your boss? Or your exes? Or the people you complain about?"
I said, "Why would I write to them?"
He smiled and said, "Exactly. If they don't matter in your last moments, why do they matter so much now?"
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I’m not a hypocrite, and I’m not here to play politics. I’m just a man looking at the wreckage of his life over the last three years and asking: Where did we go wrong?
They promised us progress, but all I have tasted is a masterclass in suffering.
Look at the math, it doesn't lie. I used to buy fuel at ₦250 a litre. With just ₦3,000, I could feed my V6 engine, drive out to my farm, get the work done, and make it back home. Today? That same litre of petrol is ₦1,332. Yet, the market is frozen in time. A kilogram of live pig used to sell for ₦1,600 to ₦1,800. Three years of hyperinflation later, it’s still hovering at a pathetic ₦1,500 to ₦2,000.
The cost of producing has skyrocketed, but the value of my sweat has been cut to pieces.
And it’s not just my pockets they emptied; they took my peace of mind too. I used to ride my bike home from the farm at 9:00 PM, getting back to my family by 10 or 11 o'clock. Safe. Unbothered. Today? They no born me well to try that. Fear has locked us inside before the sun even goes down.
The ultimate mockery of it all? Look at my wall. I didn't sit around waiting for handouts. I did everything right. I graduated with a Second Class Upper, and I went back to get a Master of Science in Food and Sustainable Agriculture. I am literally trained to help feed this nation. But job? Don't make me laugh. There is absolutely nothing.
This isn’t PR. This isn’t a smear campaign. These are the bleeding facts of my everyday life.
The worst part isn’t even the hardship; it’s the coldness of it all. No sympathy. No accountability. We are drowning, and everyone is too busy defending the rubbish that is destroying us.
I am exhausted. I am broken. I am completely done.
I’ll never forget the day my guy randomly brought up period diapers in the middle of a conversation.
I burst out laughing. “Diapers? For adults? Abeg, what is this one again?” 😭
But he got serious and said, “Bro, you men really don’t know what some women go through on heavy flow days.”
That hit different because my girlfriend at the time was dealing with really heavy periods. I’d seen her struggling, but I didn’t fully get it until he explained.
The constant fear of leaking in public.
Waking up multiple times at night to check.
Sleeping in weird positions.
The cramps. The anxiety. The stress of wearing light clothes.
So I swallowed my pride and asked more questions.
Omo, the way my guy looked at me before relaxing when I told him what my girl was going through. His girlfriend immediately jumped in and explained how much those diapers actually help: the comfort, the freedom, no more constant worry.
That same day I went to the pharmacy, got a pack, and took it home. When I showed my girl, she was so teary-eyed. I told her let’s try it out, and the relief on her face was everything. She woke up the next morning without tapping me for help in the middle of the night. She said it was the first time in years she slept through without fear.
That moment humbled me.
As men, sometimes we joke about stuff because we don’t experience it. But when you actually listen, you realize how much women carry quietly. What I once thought was weird turned out to be something that gave someone I love real comfort and peace.
Guatemala 1954.
Jacobo Árbenz was a democratically elected president. He won with 65% of the vote in a free election conducted by secret ballot.
His crime, in American eyes, was land reform.
Guatemala was a country where 2% of the population controlled 72% of the arable land, most of it sitting uncultivated.
The United Fruit Company, an American corporation, held the largest single share, and left 85% of its Guatemalan landholdings idle.
Árbenz proposed redistributing uncultivated land to landless peasants, compensating owners at the value they had declared for tax purposes.
The United Fruit Company did not want to be compensated at tax value, because they had been fraudulently under-declaring the land's value for years to minimize taxes.
They lobbied the Eisenhower administration.
Secretary of State John Foster Dulles had previously served as United Fruit's attorney.
CIA Director Allen Dulles, his brother, had sat on United Fruit's board of trustees and owned company stock.
The CIA organized a coup.
Árbenz was removed.
A military dictator was installed.
What followed was a 36-year civil war in which a succession of U.S.-backed military governments, with American support reaching its most direct and documented form under Reagan in the early 1980s, precisely when the killing was at its worst, killed an estimated 200,000 people.
83% of them indigenous Mayan civilians.
93% of the atrocities carried out by state forces.
A UN truth commission in 1999 found that the Guatemalan state had committed acts of genocide.
That is what the United Fruit Company's land dispute cost Guatemala.
This was not about the Soviet threat.
The Soviets were not in Guatemala.
United Fruit was in Guatemala.
There is a difference between those two things and the difference has a name.
People keep telling me that Africa can't develop because of foreign meddling.
The West interferes, they say. The colonizers won't let us rise.
Let me tell you about Vietnam.
The United States bombed Vietnam for nearly a decade.
They dropped 7.5 million tons of bombs, which is more than three times what was dropped during all of World War II. Entire provinces were flattened.
They sprayed millions of gallons of Agent Orange that poisoned the land and the people for generations.
After the war, America broke its promise to provide reconstruction aid and pressured international institutions to deny Vietnam any loans or assistance.
The country was left isolated, embargoed, and devastated. In 1986, Vietnam was on the brink of collapse.
Inflation had hit 700 percent and farmers were starving.
If any nation had the right to blame foreign powers for its misery and give up, it was Vietnam.
Instead, they changed their policies.
They launched reforms called Doi Moi that legalized private enterprise, welcomed foreign investment, gave farmers land rights, and opened up to global trade.
Within a decade, the economy was growing at 7 percent per year and poverty was cut in half.
Today, Vietnam's GDP per capita has grown from under $100 in 1990 to over $4,000. Poverty dropped from 60 percent to under 5 percent. Major companies are now moving their factories from China to Vietnam.
This is a country that was literally bombed flat by a superpower, poisoned, and abandoned.
And they still found a way to prosper because they were willing to change their economic system.
So when I hear Africans say we can't develop because of meddling, I want to ask: what meddling post-colonialism compares to what Vietnam went through? We weren't bombed like that. We weren't poisoned like that. We weren't embargoed like that.
What we have for the most part are governments that refuse to create the conditions for entrepreneurs to thrive, and leaders who benefit from keeping us poor and dependent.
Foreign meddling is real, and it happens to every poor country on earth.
It's not unique to Africa.
It's what the powerful do to the weak, and every major power plays that game.
The only escape is to become prosperous enough that you can stand on your own feet, and that requires economic freedom.
Wake up Africa!
African Proverb Of The Week
Is it the decades of externally-fueled hatred between Sudan’s Arab-aligned North and its more authentically African South – which triggered the 3 civil wars and several smaller conflicts that have ravaged the country for the last 7 decades to date?
Is it the decades of externally-fueled hatred between the once-harmonious Hutu and Tutsi ethnic groups of Rwanda – which exploded into the 1994 Rwandan Gen*cide?
Is it the decades of externally-fueled hatred between Nigeria’s predominantly Christian, Western-aligned and supposedly “more educated” South and its predominantly Muslim, Arab-aligned and supposedly “less educated” North – which sparked two reactionary coups in 1966 that led the country nowhere, as well as the m@ssacre of at least 30,000 Igbos living in the Northern Nigeria later that same year?
Is it the decades of institutionalized racism in South Africa that are directly linked to the x*nophobic atrocities presently being committed by a noisy minority of South African citizens against their fellow Africans, while the descendants of the European colonizers who facilitated this institutionalized racism continue to control over 90% of the country’s economy?
It is the tried and true tactic of Western imperialism: divide and rule. And the wisdom of this West African proverb is simple: no matter what superficial differences are deliberately exaggerated in our cultural and media spaces to keep us at each other’s throats, Africans are ultimately all in the same boat. The parasitic engineers of our misery know this well, and fear nothing more than our realizing it too.
Because when Africans finally realize that they all bear the same load on their backs, they will unify and cast that load off.
And that will be the end of the West as we know it.
Everyone reads the Prodigal Son as a story about a rebellious boy who came home.
It isn't.
Jesus told this parable to show us what God is actually like.
And the portrait He paints of the father is so scandalous, so undignified, that it offended every person in His audience.
It should offend us, too.
A thread on the father nobody talks about. 🧵
44 children and their teachers from Ogbomosho are inside the bush with kidnappers under the rain.
Today is Children’s Day 💔💔💔💔
Cold.
Hungry.
Scared.
Some are terribly sick already.
A child as little as one year old is in the bush.
Rain is now falling heavily every day 😭
While people celebrate today, some parents cannot even breathe properly because their children are missing.
This country has failed innocent children.
Please pray for those 44 children and their teachers.
May they return home alive.
The American education system does not teach empire.
This is not an accident.
It teaches the Revolution. It teaches the Constitution. It teaches the Civil War in a way that frames it primarily as a story of "national healing" rather than unfinished reckoning.
It teaches World War II as the definitive American story: the sleeping giant awakened, the "arsenal of democracy," the liberation of Europe, the moral clarity of that specific conflict deployed as a permanent filter through which all subsequent American violence can be viewed as basically continuous with defeating Hitler.
It does not teach the Philippines, where the U.S. military killed somewhere between 200,000 and 1,000,000 people between 1899 and 1913 during the Philippine-American War, a war most Americans have never heard of.
It does not teach the Banana Wars, where the U.S. military intervened repeatedly in Central America and the Caribbean to protect the commercial interests of American corporations.
It does not teach the full history of Iran: the 1953 coup that removed a democratically elected prime minister and installed a Shah who ran a torture state, because the elected prime minister wanted to nationalize Iranian oil.
It does not honestly teach Korea, 1945-53. Guatemala, 1954. Vietnam, 1954-75. Lebanon, 1958 and 1982-84. The Congo, 1960-65. Cuba, 1961. Brazil, 1964. Dominican Republic, 1965. Haiti, across the 20th century. Indonesia, 1965. Greece, 1947-49 and 1967-74. Laos, 1964-73. Cambodia, 1969-75. Chile, 1973. Angola, 1975-1991. Argentina, 1976-1983. Nicaragua, the 1980s. El Salvador, the 1980s. Grenada, 1983. Panama, 1989. Afghanistan, 1979-92 and 2001–21. Iraq, 1991-2003 and 2003-11. Somalia, 1992-95. Sudan, 1998. Yugoslavia, 1999. Yemen, 2002-25. Venezuela, 2002 and 2014-present. Honduras, 2009. Libya, 2011. Syria, 2012-26. Ukraine, 2014-present.
It does not teach these things honestly because a population that understood them would have a very different relationship to the word "freedom" when its government uses it to justify intervention.
The ignorance is load-bearing.
Remove it, and the entire moral architecture of American exceptionalism becomes uninhabitable.
They know this.
The curriculum is not an oversight.
The curriculum is a choice, made deliberately, renewed continuously, defended furiously whenever teachers try to expand it.
The most powerful weapon American empire has ever deployed is not the aircraft carrier.
It is the history class.
At its peak, the University of Sankore in Timbuktu housed 25,000 students. Scholars from across Africa, the Middle East and Europe traveled there to study law, astronomy, mathematics, and medicine. It held one of the largest manuscript collections in the world.
This was Mali in the 14th century.
Today the same institution survives with limited resources on its ancient site. And most African children are taught that higher education came to this continent from elsewhere.
Today is Africa Day. And here is a fact most Africans have never been taught.
Between 500 BCE and 700 CE, a civilization called the Garamantes built 750 kilometers of underground irrigation tunnels beneath the Sahara Desert in what is now Libya. They had no river. They built gravity-fed channels that pulled water from deep aquifers and turned desert into farmland that fed a population of 50,000.
They grew grapes, figs, wheat, olives and dates in the middle of the Sahara.
Modern engineers still study these tunnels today for sustainable irrigation solutions. But this is not taught in most African schools. Just like the building techniques, the craftsmanship, and the engineering knowledge before it, we are losing it without ever knowing we had it.