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[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

I suspect that self-love isn’t a single feeling. It’s a language. And like all languages, some of us grow up without it or we learn it through broken dialects: achievement, control, perfection, performance. I think I like some things about myself, I’m not sure of self-love.

[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

I now have a more acute sense of the finiteness of my existence. We all truly die; it’s crazy how long that takes to fully settle in. You know it intellectually, and write ‘life is fickle’ when you hear of another loss. But it really does take time to fully accept it yourself.

[Dr. Majeedat Abdul_writes 🩺 @MajeedatAbdul]

Dad would say it's ridiculous to only celebrate Father's Day once a year, he's right.

Even if we dedicated everyday to our amazing fathers, it still wouldn't do Justice.

But, we sometimes forget to tell them how amazing they are.

So, to my amazing father,

[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

When you look at history, you realize that freedom is not exactly the norm. We love being ruled, especially when times are hard and they’ve been mostly hard for much of history. There’s always an appeal to the idea of someone coming up to say: “I can fix all your problems.”

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

Clarity just sharpens your vision. And what you begin to notice isn’t always beautiful. That’s why truth stays hidden from many. Because once you truly see, you carry what you saw. You walk through life like a ghost with open eyes. Too aware to drift, too burdened to find peace.

[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

The unhappy truth of the matter is that it is normal for friendships to fade, even under the best of circumstances. The real abnormality is keeping them.

[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

It’s the friendships with more deliberate endings that torment. You feel bereft, as if someone wandered off with your history. At best, those dead friendships merely hurt; at worst, they feel like personal failures, each one amounting to a little divorce.

[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

The things people come to you for, and the things you resolve, quite naturally, are often a signal. The world reflects us back to ourselves in the form of needs, and where people instinctively look to you is often where you hold the most natural leverage.

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

Forget the scars you gave others. The challenge though is hiding a few memories worth keeping from your dying mind. He told me to keep a journal, and only write down the good things. Then when the bad things fade away, you can read about the happy life you had.”

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

A friend did something and it made me recall the scene from Mayor of Kingstown, where Mike mentioned: My father used to say, “I can’t wait to get old, and my mind to soften, and my memories to rot away. The hardest thing to do is forget. Forget the scars life gives you.

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

Chase knowledge, chase meaning, chase growth. But leave love and death alone. Those two come uninvited, yet right on schedule.

[Sir Dickson @Wizarab10]

It is Thursday morning. Tunde has gone back to looking after destitute kids that both the Government and yourself, abandoned.

After attacking him, you've still not entered street to protest against the government and burn everywhere down. You're still in your house/office pressing phone. I thought you were angry.

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

This isn’t just about cars. It’s about the illusion of escape. The rich may feel above it all, but they’re still dodging the same chaos and stuck in the same system that failed the kids outside their tinted glasses. You can’t buy your way out of a non-functional system.

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

Watching Burna cruise a million-dollar ride through flooded, broken streets while barefoot kids chase after him is a wild metaphor for Nigeria. It’s one of the worst places to flaunt obscene wealth, just like flexing a diamond wristwatch in a sinking canoe.

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

What good is a supercar in a place where you can’t drive a clean kilometre without hitting traffic or potholes? I believe that’s the thing about layered poverty, it often looks like a glitch in the matrix: you can buy the most expensive toys, but the system still cages you in.

[Okong' Okuna @XivTroy]

It's often said that there's no shame in starting over. But I think there is. There's shame in losing things you worked tremendously hard for. There's shame in picking crumbs from the floor - in settling. Shame exists. You felt it: wasn't imagined. You just have to deal with it!

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

Learning from others doesn’t just give us insight, it saves the energy we would’ve spent making the same mistakes. Yet still, there’s a subtle risk: when we try to optimise our lives around other people’s experiences, we might forget that uncertainty still lives in the unknown.

['Fisayo Soyombo @fisayosoyombo]

In just two years, President Bola Tinubu has named/renamed at least six edifices/institutions after himself:

Bola Ahmed Tinubu Barracks, Abuja;

Bola Ahmed Tinubu Technology Innovation Complex (BATTIC), Abuja;

Bola Tinubu Polytechnic, Abuja;

Bola Ahmed Tinubu Way, Abuja;

The National Assembly Library, now renamed the Senator Bola Ahmed Tinubu Building

and, yesterday, the erstwhile International Conference Centre (ICC), now Bola Tinubu International Conference Centre.

I won't be shocked if APC gets renamed Bola Tinubu Progressives Congress (BTPC) sometime soon!

At this rate, the president would have named at least 24 public facilities after himself should he complete a second term in office.

But one thing is certain: Tinubu's obsession with self-immortalisation will only last as long as his legacy of service. If his final two or six years in office are as woeful as the first two, the public will willynilly forget him in a flash. And his successor needs no more than a few weeks in office to rease his name from all these institutions, anyway. It's all just a matter of time...

[𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐... @esmaina]

@its_alizerah Seems simple. But somehow, almost mythical. In between waking up and going to bed, life happens. And we’re not just surviving the world. We’re surviving ourselves: our overthinking minds, our old wounds, our endless what-ifs. Sanity isn't always guaranteed by nightfall.