**VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED**
This is a short thread on how some diseases are seen after slaughter.
Please if you encounter any of it during this Sallah, or anytime, properly discard the meat (burying preferably).
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@danielejiofor@Proud_Aboki The Chief is now late. After offering everything to the man, he refused to take anything. He said he'd rather be taken back to prison to die there.
@oil_shaeikh It's better to keep quiet and let people assume you're intelligent than speaking and proving them wrong.
Lokacin da ake siyar da rago lower than that you were still being fed by your papa. A lot of us bought Sallah and naming ceremony rams for lower than that.
@bulamabukarti, in yesterday’s "Fashin Baki" livestream, spoke about how bandits tortured toddlers, some as young as 2, in front of their parents until they died from the pain. Two-year-olds!!!
It reminded me of a chat I had last week with Uncle Kay @Supheey, a good friend who deeply wants to see Nigeria thrive. He pondered how Arewa youth on social media stay wrapped up in football, skits, and gossip while the country is on fire.
I told him there are two groups: those who simply don’t care beyond themselves (the majority), and those like me, people coping with private chaos by blocking out the world just to stay sane. For example, since December 2023, I stopped watching Al Jazeera or any global news. I couldn’t take one more image of children freezing, starving, or being blown to bits.
I also said I don’t speak up because it feels pointless. I’m not Bukarti, @omarsuleiman, or even Uncle Kay. I don’t have their reach, and I lack the patience to argue with people who think Rarara’s new song, Arewa weddings or celebrity scandals are more important than mass killings or government failure.
Uncle Kay disagreed, of course. He believes every voice counts. Certainly, he wanted to suggest I tweet less about football and more about our national crisis. And if he had, he’d have been right.
But after watching Bukarti’s video, I’m left wondering: how do people like him or Uncle Kay stay engaged? How do you see this darkness and still speak out? Is there a special kind of strength or clarity that I’ve missed?
Maybe that strength comes from our Islamic faith, or conviction, or just raw courage. But I won’t pretend; I watched Bukarti’s video, and it wrecked me. It stirred something deep, but not the kind that moves me to speak. Instead, it made me want to look away, to protect whatever fragile piece of peace I still have left.
That’s the honest truth; sometimes the pain these stories bring is just too much. Rather than nudge me to action, they push me into silence. I’m sharing this video here not because I have answers, but because my silence also feels like a kind of complicity.
May we all find the strength to care, and maybe someday, the courage to speak that change may come. I'm just tired.