@OurFavOnlineDoc Weldon Doctor!!!
So you saw this painfully obvious nonsense and still couldn’t process that it was fake? Impressive… truly.
At this point, the story isn’t even the embarrassment....your ability to believe it without a single critical thought is the real joke.
@LegendaryJoe His case is like that of a frog in a well, thinking the small patch of daylight it sees is the whole sky...Good thing SOMEONE (@LegendaryJoe) is there to remind him, a firecracker can NEVER be compared to LIGHTNING.
@LegendaryJoe "you were raised in the warmth of a Yoruba household without sharing its blood"
"And finally, in this season of DNA mismatches and paternity revelations, let it be known that Yorubaness is not carried in a name alone. It is carried in the marrow. My regards to Mumsy"
BAS-TARD😄
Betrayal and the Yoruba Race in the same sentence?
You are either not genuinely Yoruba and merely projecting under a leased identity, or you were raised in the warmth of a Yoruba household without sharing its blood. Whichever applies to you, I offer myself as tutor, so that regurgitated blasphemy such as this never again rises from the dead to disturb our daily reckoning.
But before I school you, let me ask - have you heard of Adekunle Fajuyi?
1966 will always remain a defining wound in the tragic biography of this nation.
There was a man. Major Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu - Igbo by blood, Okpanam by ancestry, but Kaduna by every other definition that shapes a man. He was raised in the North.
He drank from its wells, spoke its tongue, breathed its air, and walked daily under the large and generous shadow of Sir Ahmadu Bello, the Sardauna of Sokoto. As the Hausas say: long-staying guest becomes a son. Bello received this man as one receives a son.
Guess What!
JANUARY 1966
On the 15th of January, 1966, that same Nzeogwu - nurtured at the Sardauna's table, warmed by his fire - descended upon his benefactor's residence with a mind marinated in betrayal and fingers motivated by pure evil. He pulled the trigger. He snuffed life out of the Sardauna. He murdered the man he called leader. The man he may well have addressed as Father.
JULY 1966
Aguiyi Ironsi sat at the saddle of a fractured nation. And in a bid to earn Northern trust and assure a suspicious country that he was not running an Igbo enterprise, he reached northward with open hands. He elevated Lt. Yakubu Gowon - the highest-ranking Northern officer - to Chief of Staff.
He entrusted his personal security to Northern soldiers. He posted Philip Effiong out of Supreme Headquarters in Lagos and replaced him with TY Danjuma.
Ironsi fed the python with his own hands.
And guess what?
Aguiyi Ironsi was eventually arrested and murdered by the very TY Danjuma he had elevated - with the full allowance of the very Yakubu Gowon he had trusted.
Again, I ask, have you heard of Adekunle Fajuyi? The proud son of Ado-Ekiti - A Yoruba man to the marrow of his bone.
He was Military Governor of Western Region under Ironsi and also his personal friend. On the fateful evening of July 29th, Fajuyi hosted Ironsi in Ibadan and it was that time when TY Danjuma and his boys arrived not as guests, but as executioners.
The counter-coup of July was the North's revenge against the Igbo and all who had played a hand in the January 15th coup. Fajuyi was neither Igbo, nor had he lifted a finger in January. He was not the target. He had no reason to die that night.
But when Danjuma's men came bearing vengeance, Adekunle Fajuyi planted his feet. He declared that no man would be murdered in his house. He refused to step aside. He refused to surrender his friend to men whose hands were already reaching for blood.
Eventually, Fajuyi refuse to remove himself between Ironsi and the men who had come bearing vengeance and eventually he had to be murdered along with his friend Ironsi.
A Yoruba man. Not the target. Chose death over betrayal.
Now - what were you saying about betrayal and the Yoruba race?
And finally, in this season of DNA mismatches and paternity revelations, let it be known that Yorubaness is not carried in a name alone. It is carried in the marrow. My regards to Mumsy.
Good Evening Severally.
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@itumasunny2496@ruffydfire Let him keep tweeting nonsense.
It’s obvious what was written was 121 (one hundred and twenty-one). The over bloated ameobic moron is just trying to post rubbish for attention and to trend.
@Tunlat2018@ruffydfire Let him keep tweeting nonsense.
It’s obvious what was written was 121 (one hundred and twenty-one). The moron is just trying to post rubbish for attention and to trend.
@ayoadeba@ruffydfire Let him keep tweeting nonsense.
It’s obvious what was written was 121 (one hundred and twenty-one). He’s just trying to post rubbish for attention and to trend.
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@dammiedammie35 Same face, same brain, same foolishness...twice the damage.
It one thing for one person to be foolish, but when foolishness is cloned into identical twins, it is a national problem gaskiya
I still don’t understand something.
Why are PhD students in Nigeria paying school fees?
PhD is not school in the normal sense.
It’s research work.
You’re producing knowledge.
You’re teaching undergrads.
You’re publishing papers.
You’re raising the university’s ranking.
In every sane system:
– PhD students are funded
– Their tuition is covered
– They are paid stipends for research and teaching
In Nigeria? We treat the highest level of knowledge production like a burden instead of an investment.
You can’t starve research and expect innovation.
Education in Nigeria is just upside down.