"I don't want to talk about Pastor Adeboye because do you know what it means to be a pastor? A pastor should rebuke a båd government, they don't benefit from it. I'm disappointed with our own set of pastors. My generation feels like a failure. The way I'm angry, eehhh.
Our politicians are lavishing our resources, yet we keep praising them with the same resources we sent them to manage for us. Every politician is there to represent the citizens, serve the people, and remain accountable to them.
We don't know our rights in this country. They use our money to send their children and relatives abroad to study while ordinary Nigerians continue to suffer. That's why they go after people like Mazi Nnamdi Kanu, who speaks against them."
— Pastor Odumeje
The FG has increased WAEC, NECO Examination Fee From N27,500 to N50,000 for 2027. That's about 82% increase.
Create hard policies for the poor, then turn around and blame Davido for not helping the poor. 😂😂
Jesus has the most beautiful daughters.
I am beautiful, and I preach the Gospel on buses and in the streets.
There is no greater beauty than a life surrendered to Christ. I pray that my life makes Jesus proud. 😌
American Express Black Card was introduced in 1987 exclusively for 1000 people in the World.
Peter Obi was one of the 1000
Platinum Card released for only 5000
Obi was one of the 5000
1 of 1000 in the World in his 30’s
The extent of Obi’s global reach is yet to be known. 📌
Four Mother’s Days every year and you still chose the only Father’s Day to post your mum.
Nobody cares about your single mum storyline. Fuck off and let the day be about fathers for once.
6 months to one of the biggest elections in the history of Nigeria and you are still looking for who to convince you?
Coward you are a Tinubu supporter, you just don’t have the balls
I personally want Obi as Nigeria’s president so people can see that you can be upright, be respectful, be a Nigerian, be law-abiding, have no criminal case and still win in Nigeria. Obi’s presidency is good for Nigeria’s moral compass.
I write this with pain in my heart.
On April 23, 2026, I bought a car on loan after trading in my former car, which had become a constant source of problems. I still had an outstanding balance of ₦4.5 million to pay.
On April 28, 2026, I was taken away by the Nigerian Army under the guise of DSS officials. For three days in their custody, I was subjected to treatment that left deep scars on me physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Throughout those three days, I remained handcuffed and blindfolded. During the day, I was left under the scorching sun for hours without water. I begged and cried for water, but nobody gave me any. At night, I was kept in an extremely cold room where I would cry and plead for help, but no one responded. I also received random slaps from unidentified individuals.
Even after the court granted me bail, the trauma did not end. I still wake up suddenly at night, struggling to sleep as memories of those days continue to haunt me.
What breaks my heart even more is that the car I bought on loan was damaged. Sometimes I ask myself: what exactly did I do to deserve such treatment?
My only “offence” was speaking up and asking that my brothers and sisters serving in the military should be properly fed and cared for.
Today, I can truly say that Nigeria happened to me.
But despite everything, one thing remains certain:
Justice can never be cracked.
I write this with pain in my heart.
On April 23, 2026, I bought a car on loan after trading in my former car, which had become a constant source of problems. I still had an outstanding balance of ₦4.5 million to pay.
On April 28, 2026, I was taken away by the Nigerian Army under the guise of DSS officials. For three days in their custody, I was subjected to treatment that left deep scars on me physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Throughout those three days, I remained handcuffed and blindfolded. During the day, I was left under the scorching sun for hours without water. I begged and cried for water, but nobody gave me any. At night, I was kept in an extremely cold room where I would cry and plead for help, but no one responded. I also received random slaps from unidentified individuals.
Even after the court granted me bail, the trauma did not end. I still wake up suddenly at night, struggling to sleep as memories of those days continue to haunt me.
What breaks my heart even more is that the car I bought on loan was damaged. Sometimes I ask myself: what exactly did I do to deserve such treatment?
My only “offence” was speaking up and asking that my brothers and sisters serving in the military should be properly fed and cared for.
Today, I can truly say that Nigeria happened to me.
But despite everything, one thing remains certain:
Justice can never be cracked.