On this day, July 15, in 1994, Lagos came to a near standstill following days of perhaps the most disruptive strikes and protests by Nigerian trade unions, mostly in the oil sector, demanding the release of MKO Abiola. NUPENG, PENGASSAN, NLC, and ASUU all took part.
@FinPlanKaluAja1 "People complain that bandits have killed more people since the current govt; who's going to make the money?:
-Carpenters are going to make the money
- coffin sellers are making more money
- undertakers are smiling to the bank.
Whole are all these people? Nigerians!"
Na waooo!
@SienceTalk@FinPlanKaluAja1@atiku This is nice and helpful, but can never replace the pungency of the message HE @atiku put forward. Not everything is PP and charts: sometimes (like this instance) the long read conveys the message better.
@FinPlanKaluAja1 Thank you Kalu for bringing this poignant piece to my TL. But no thanks for dismissing the piece for not coming in a manner you'd have loved. But the good news is that there are still people (like me) who, irrespective of the length of a good piece, would read it to the end.
@officialtelz Why would you belittle the seemingly genuine outcry of another Nigeria in this manner? Please be compassionate with the weary and candid with the misguided.
@enzy2k@c_mobike Yes, there's Chukwuedo in Awgu. However it does not lend credence to the publication, which, for all anyone cares, could be a total fabrication.
@keystonebankng please direct me on the phone number to connect your customer care to activate my premium visa card as the numbers (070020003000, 07046004000) listed on your info doc are permanently 'busy'.
@foreverstar001@YKoluwaseun9 Why are some men obsessed with lasting longer? Lasting longer to do what? Do you not know that the length of a journey does not guarantee a sweet experience? Abegii!
The thing about plenty is that (mostly) it softens the heart. You let go of things that often rightly belongs to you. See how the man that was blessed beyong expectations easily allowed the man possessed by the spirit of anger to share the fuel with him. https://t.co/JQzEfjhqpl
When I first moved to the UK, I was squatting with my mom’s younger brother, who by the way is freaking rich!!!!
He’s lived here for most of his life and would visit Nigeria only during Christmas. Married a white woman and has kids.
I looked up to him, admired him and he was one of my favorite uncles. We had a good relationship for the longest of time before I left Nigeria.
However, after moving into his house I realized he is deputy Satan.
He treated me like shit. Talked down on me like I was beneath him. Would mock my “Nigerian accent”.
One day he saw me using the microwave and asked if I have ever used one in my life or if we had one in Nigeria. Asked if I knew what a washing machine is.
Me? First class graduate from FUTO with my IELTS band 8.0.
Many things I can’t remember now but one thing I can’t forget was one time his wife and son travelled in the summer.
It was on a Sunday and we’d just got back from church. I decided to make us lunch and so with my money I got stuffs from the shops.
I made him barbecue fish with plantain. Specially. I was happy doing something nice for this man. He accepted it after I served, or so I thought.
I went into my room until the next day when I was leaving early for work.
Just as I was about leaving the door, he called me back in. Asked why I decided to make him food yesterday. I responded that I just wanted to do something nice for him and since his wife wasn’t at home to cook for him, I decided to.
He looked me dead in the eye, said I should never offer anything again to him, told me he left “my fish” in the kitchen and I should take it back.
lol
I grew up in so much comfort that I’d never experienced “maltreatment” and anyone being condescending to me until my adult life.
Till today, I still ask God to help me forgive him because I’ve never hated someone in my entire life this much.
It was so bad that at a point I also resented my mom for being his sister. I resented their entire family.
😂😂😂😂😂😂
Sometimes I reflect on John Donne's timeless warning: "never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee" and JP Clark's "The Casualties", and conclude that irrespective of the facade, we are all diminished. No Nigerian stands as an island. The bell tolls for us all.