A sincere narration on the MSSN OAU and mosque closure saga. I was a Muslim student at OAU from 2012-2016 and I'm still a student from 2021-present. I can give you accounts based on my firsthand experience. #Thread
Look at America, Europe and Canada today.
Indians are leading top companies, building global technology, running hospitals, teaching in world-class universities and occupying important positions across the world.
Look at China.
They moved hundreds of millions from poverty to global power by taking education, science, engineering, manufacturing and national planning seriously.
None of this happened by accident.
Nations that invest in human capital eventually export influence.
That is the path we must take.
We are not grooming children just to survive Nigeria.
We are grooming a generation that will compete with the best minds on earth.
Our education must move from survival to global domination.
@creative_yua This will continue to happen until landlords give their properties to registered Estate Surveyors and Valuers for property management, not 'agents' or 'caretakers'.
@aleeygiwa Whoever decided that the perpetrators faces be hidden, may you never know peace by the special grace of God. May you go through worse than those victims have gone through! Policy making is the bane of Nigeria. kai!
There was a neighbor friend of mine. Her name is Oluwatosin.
If you knew her before everything happened, you would understand why what happened felt like the universe made a terrible mistake.
She was the only child of her parent who poured everything into one daughter. Her parents did not wait for her to ask. They anticipated. Love was not something Oluwatosin searched for in that house. It was the air itself.
Then she went to a party her friends invited her to. Friends who smiled in the light and made decisions in the dark on her behalf. They drugged her. A man with no conscience took advantage of her while she could not protect herself.
When she realized she was pregnant she told her boyfriend. He left immediately. So Oluwatosin sat alone with a secret too heavy for one person and a shame that was never hers to carry.
She could not tell her parents. Not because they were wicked. Because she loved them too much.
She disappeared one night without a word.
Her parents aged in real time. Her father sat with grief pulling his shoulders forward. Her mother moved through the house like someone searching every room and never finding what they needed.
My parents visited daily, speaking words of affirmation into a situation that looked hopeless. My mother would come home and cry quietly in the kitchen thinking nobody heard.
I heard her.
I made a promise to her father. I told him I would find her and bring her home.
It took weeks through a chain of friends before I found where she was staying.
I woke up one faithful morning, went to the nearest restaurant, ordered her favorite food and went to her door.
When she opened it and saw me she collapsed into me and cried from somewhere so deep. She told me she had not eaten anything real in two weeks. Just junk. Just surviving without living. Alone with her shame in a small room while her parents were dying slowly one street away.
I gave her simple reasons to come home. No blames. Just truth.
She packed her things.
When we reached her house I knocked.
Her mother opened the door and saw her daughter and made a sound I will carry for the rest of my life. Not words. Just a mother's heart restarting.
Her father looked up and tears rolled down his face. He shook my hand and called me his hero.
Nobody asked Oluwatosin anything that night. They surrounded her with love because she was home and that was the only thing that mattered.
Weeks later at a dinner her mother gently asked what happened.
Oluwatosin told everything. The drink. The man. What her friends did. What was taken from her.
We got every friend arrested. The man was charged and sentenced to twenty two years.
Three months after delivery Oluwatosin lost the baby. Her parents held her through that too...
There's a reason I wrote this story on Twitter. And the reason is;
To every young girl. What happened to Oluwatosin was never her fault. You are not what was done to you. Go home. Your parents would rather have you broken and present than perfect and missing.
To every parent. Build a home where your children can bring their worst news and still feel safe.
To every friend. Show up in person. With food if possible. A moment of genuine presence can pull someone back from an edge you did not know they were standing on.
To everyone. Kindness is not weakness. Love shown in inconvenient moments is the most powerful force any human can deploy.
Be the person who knocks.
It saves lives.
The first thing I will do as president is ban the selling of soups.
If your restaurant sells swallow, soup must be free.
If you're caught selling soup, 5 years in prison.