Fellow Nigerians, good morning.
I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you.
Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances.
We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal.
More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism.
We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power.
Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise.
Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them.
However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building.
Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated.
And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions.
There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline?
Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from.
Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all.
A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO
That year as we were transitioning to Az from local weed, some OG’s refused to transition with us, they somehow felt like Az was too strong and could run us mad 😂
If I were you, I'll just Smile and if she doesn't leave my face I will walk out on her and leave her standing because coming to meet me in the first places she's in my business 😒
I hate neighbors that are too sensitive
Tell me why this woman just came and tell me that there’s something I’m taking and the smell is giving her headache.
So like I should stop smoking because you no like the smell of cali 🙄😏 Omo people Dey funny ooo
When I was in Nigeria, I never missed my monthly tithe.
When I got to the UK, I sent tithe to my home church about twice, then stopped.
My mom called me about not sending tithe to the home church anymore.
I told her we don’t pay tithe in the UK, and even offering isn’t compulsory.
I also told her we eat every Sunday, and there’s a place you can pick up free food if you don’t have any at home.
All the tithe we paid in church in Nigeria where did it go? There was never a time we had food for the poor or a room where food was kept.
Isn’t that the essence of tithe?
Her response was: “You are backsliding.” 😂
So I and a friend were both talking about this lighter and the sound they make, cause of the pa pa sound which is sometimes irritating most especially at midnight smoking outdoor the sound dey cause attention 😒
Backwoods is just glorified cigarette, if you are a stoner and you use backwoods like everyday, once you start having respiratory issues y'all better don't pin it on weed
There was a time when I and my group of friends used to cook with weed, it was a time lol..let me tell you a short story, in 2017, I was in school and I rolled with the worst of the worst- not necessarily bad people but yk misfits, two of them were my next door neighbors while the others lived close, let’s call the ones that are my neighbors Kay and Bay, Kay was from a well to do family ( politician parents ) didn’t have to be a rebel but I guess he just liked being a black sheep first son and a pain in his parents ass, Bay was from humbler background, hustler. Together we were around eight groups of friends, We used to cook together, smoke together..there was this other guy in the group-lived close by, let’s call him Ray, friends with Kay and Bay, stingy as fck, he no mind make him yam spoil for inside him kitchen he won’t bring it out but it didn’t matter I wasn’t that close to him, he doesn’t smoke so much, he a 2 drag kinda guy, even the 2 drags na just like trying to tag along, he’s not wired for smoking at all, his tolerance level was shit, he never buys the weed he just tags along, mind you his folks got money, he got money. He just not giving it to nobody 😂
One day, we decide to cook beans and they ask me to cook, I usually never cook I just let others do the work but today they dragged and dragged me till I agreed , we agreed it would be weed infused, I started cooking..halfway into the cooking, ray shows up and he goes “I’ll eat o” I replied him “guy you can’t eat this, I put too much weed in it”
He insists “shey na today I dey chop food wey Igbo dey inside ni, ah ah shey me wey dey smoke no go fit chop am ni, me I go chop o”
I said okay.
Food gets done, we all eat and I kid you not MY head was spinning, everybody else was going through one thing or the other trust me.
Ray manages to go home, Kay went to school cos he had exams while Bay and I remained home.
It is important to put into consideration that Kay always gets in trouble as in deep shit and that day was about to get a lot worse…..apparently while Kay was in the exam hall, a bunch of cultists (8) stormed the hall and went straight to Kay’s desk and dragged him down, lecturers and invigilators couldn’t do shit..they just wanted all of them to carry their wahala and go, I never knew why Kay gets into so much trouble with cultists when he’s not even one, the cultist in our midst sef is Bay and he never gets into any shit, nobody hide reach Bay. So these cultists forced Kay to show them where he lives and instead of Kay to bring them to our house, he took them to another persons house-Ray’s house🤦🏽♂️ well not exactly Ray’s apartment but his neighbors apartment in the same building-according to Kay his reason for taking them to the wrong house was cos the door was padlocked and he could lie that his roommate wasn’t home and he doesn’t have the key, seemed like a plausible excuse but the cultist were not having it , they broke down the door, someone’s door!!🤌🏾 they went in broke the laptop in the room turned the place upside down-they even saw toy guns about 30 pieces and they began to beat the shit out of Kay, they said he uses this guns to rob people at night lol apparently owner of the apartment was a theater arts final year student so he had props in his house, as they were mending Kay, we had already noticed the commotion, we left the house and tried to spy on the issue from a safe distance, all eight of them had axes 🪓 and were on big big boots , it would have been a stupid decision to try to go and engage them especially when we don’t even know what started the whole thing plus we were high as hell frm the weed beans, out of nowhere Ray just bursts out of his apartment and walks up to the cultists as he’s yelling “wetin my friend do una, make una leave am alone wetin dey worry una”
Ahhhh you see all these dangerous men with big big boots you still get mind dey shout give them, wetin you smoke?……..