Our language around governance is so interesting in Nigeria. We talk like when someone wins an election, the money and resources of the state become their personal largesse and any progress or work that happens is because they’re kind enough to “dash” us.
PUBLIC APPEAL.
EVERY MOMENT MATTERS, HELP FIND EUNICE AMEH.
I deeply express my concern over the unfortunate disappearance of Miss Eunice Ameh, who was reportedly last seen on the 6th of May, 2026, at about 5:40 PM, shortly after the close of work around Lake Chad Crescent, Maitama, Abuja, while heading towards Life Camp.
This development is both painful and deeply troubling, not only to her family and loved ones, but to all members of society who value human life, safety, and dignity. Incidents such as this remind us of the urgent need for vigilance, compassion, and collective responsibility within our communities.
I hereby appeal to residents of Abuja and the general public to assist with any useful information that may aid efforts to locate Miss Eunice Ameh. No information is insignificant. Anyone who may have seen her, interacted with her, or observed anything unusual around the stated location and time is kindly urged to promptly contact the nearest security agency or reach out to her family.
I also respectfully call on the relevant security authorities to intensify efforts towards ensuring her safe and immediate return. In situations like this, every passing moment matters.
May we all stand together in humanity, empathy, and solidarity until Eunice Ameh is found safe and reunited with her family.
Aare Olumuyiwa Akinboro, SAN, FCIArb (UK), Life Bencher
Past General Secretary, Nigerian Bar Association.
There was a little girl in church, about 5, and her parents obviously let her get dressed herself that day because she came waddling in with the puffiest coat on in the summer in North Carolina. She comes and sits in the pew in front of us. 15 minutes into mass she turns around and hands my husand an orange. Her parents are mortified.
"Savannah not again!" They scold! (Again kills me)
They appologize and she turns back around. A few moments later she goes to hand me an orange but her parents grab it from her before she can.
Savannah is determined. She reaches her tiny fists into her puffy coat and pulls out two more ornages. She begins to distribute them. Her parents are now beat red and in shock. There is no stopping small Savannah now.
This small child proceeds to laugh a laugh I can only call maniacal (in a Catholic church) unzip the inner line of her coat and releases what had to have been 20-30 of those little kid oranges into the pews.
WE EAT Savannah yells cackeling
The priest can no longer contain his glee
The entire church is dying with laughter
She felt like Jesus on the moutian with the baskets of fish that day I'm sure.
And a bunch of oloriburuku white people are discussing this because?
This is exactly how they started pushing the narrative that black people don’t feel pain which they used to justify slavery and using black people as literal lab rats and the bloody psychopathic Nigerians, an entire nation of cluster B personalities who have literally morphed into soulless ghouls because of repeated traumatic events are celebrating it like it’s some positive thing.
Such a reckless and stupid thing to be saying about a nation where barely anybody is sane and lots of people are dealing with cptsd. Very soon they will use it as justification for further mistreatment.
I just want to say that, up till now, I’ve not seen a clear picture of any man arrested in ozoro community.
We know how the police and EFCC are always quick to display faces of alleged yahoo boys with 4k canon cameras.
UPDATE: To Every Nigerian Who Stood With Me😁😁
I woke up overwhelmed,
Thousands of comments.
Countless reposts.
Strangers praying for me.
Lawyers offering advice.
Young Nigerians sharing similar stories.
I am deeply grateful.
You didn’t ignore me.
You amplified me.
You stood by me.
Please don’t abandon me until the very end of this journey.
May God bless everyone who lent their voice to mine. 🙏🏽
Now, to be clear:
At no point did I call Kuda thieves.@joinkuda@kudahelp_ng
At no point did I accuse anyone of stealing.
All I have asked for is justice.
And clarity.
₦1,450,000 of my legitimate earnings was first frozen due to a court order over an alleged “fraudulent inflow.
My name was not on the court document.
Later, the funds disappeared from my account entirely.
No transaction trail.
No clear explanation.
No resolution.
Frommy post, I have discovered that many Nigerian youths are facing similar situations funds locked for months or years with no clear pathway to recovery.
This is bigger than just me.
Dear Kuda,
I am your customer.
If you received a court order to freeze my account, I understand compliance obligations.
But as your customer:
Did you follow up?
Did you verify?
Did you advocate?
Did you investigate beyond simply placing a lien?
Yesterday, I was contacted and asked to take down my post.
But what I expected was:
A solution.
A timeline.
A clear explanation of how I can recover my money.
I am not trying to tarnish your brand.
I am asking you to stand up for your customer.
Let Nigerians see that you are actively working toward resolving this.
Let this not be another silent case.
God bless you all.
If this can happen to me, it can happen to anyone. Please retweet, please retweet, please retweet 🙏🙏🙏
@cenbank@fccpcnigeria@SaharaReporters@PremiumTimesng @vdmempire @officialEFCC
How ₦1,450,000 of my hard-earned money disappeared from my Kuda account @joinkuda@kudahelp_ng and nobody is helping.
I am a recent graduate of the University of Ibadan.
An AgroPreneur.
Recognized as one of the most outstanding student AgroPreneurs in 2024 by NAAS South-West.
I built my businesses legitimately; selling men’s fashion items, sneakers, and supplying day-old chicks across Nigeria.
I don’t smoke.
I don’t drink.
I don’t do fraud.
I hustle. Legitimately.
On April 13, 2025, I received an email from Kuda Bank stating that a lien had been placed on my account due to a “fraudulent inflow.”
Fraudulent?
I was shocked.
The money in question ₦2,450,000 came from a transaction on Bybit (a crypto trading platform where I had saved and sold assets) but met #1,450,000 in my Kuda @kudahelp_ng@joinkuda
The buyers paid me.
I had receipts.
I had transaction evidence.
I released my assets only after confirming payment.
Yet my account was frozen.
When I contacted Kuda @joinkuda , I was told there was a court order linked to something called “Pyramid Bank” , a name I have NEVER heard of in my life.
It’s Nigeria, you people will say snake swallows money! How did money get from the bank in the first place?!
The payments I received were from Moniepoint accounts. I was only a second beneficiary.
Still, my money was locked.
I was told to get a lawyer.
The first lawyer asked for a percentage of the ₦1.45M immediately, money I did not even have access to.
At that time, I had just resumed my final year in school.
I had already lost my father after secondary school.
I lost my mother in 300 level.
I had no parents to run to.
Only myself and my brothers.
So I focused on graduating.
Then one day, during my semester exams, I checked my account.
The ₦1,450,000 was gone.
Not on hold.
Not pending.
Gone.
No transaction history.
No reversal trail.
Just gone.
I contacted Kuda again.@kudahelp_ng@kudabusiness
They said receipts were not enough.
They said I should get a court order.
How does a victim get a court order to recover his own legitimate earnings?
Another lawyer later told me quietly:
“Forget the money. Many people are in court already. No progress.”
So this is Nigeria?
Where criminals walk free…
But innocent youths lose their hard-earned money?
Where a young entrepreneur can trade legitimately, provide evidence, and still be punished?
I reported to the Central Bank of Nigeria on October 5, 2025.
No response.
I have:
– All receipts
– All emails
– The alleged court order copy
– Evidence of Bybit transaction
– Payment confirmations
I am not asking for sympathy.
I am asking for justice.
₦1,450,000 is not small money.
It represents sweat.
Late nights.
Legitimate hustle.
Nigeria should protect its honest youths ,not exhaust them.
I am calling on:
Kuda Bank @kudahelp_ng@kudabusiness@joinkuda
Central Bank of Nigeria @cenbank
Federal Competition and Consumer Protection Commission @fccpcnigeria@SaharaReporters@PremiumTimesng
Please investigate this.
Return my money.
Let Nigeria be a country where the innocent do not suffer for crimes they did not commit.
If you believe in fairness, please retweet, please retweet, please retweet 🙏🙏🙏
Une femme lance une trend pour mettre en avant ce qu’elle a accompli en étant première de sa génération/sa famille malgré les plafonds que le patriarcat lui a collés au dessus de la tête. Une trend sur l’autonomie des femmes et leur victoires arrachées. Et là on voit débarquer les gardiennes du patriarcat qui s’incrustent pour poster QUOI? Des putain photos de mariage.
On parle d’émancipation et elles vont ramener l’objectif numéro un que le système impose aux femmes depuis toujours.
C’est le même schéma; quand des espaces sont créés pour protéger les femmes, pour signaler des abuseurs et prévenir les autres, ce sont encore ces mêmes profils qui vont prévenir les hommes et saboter le travail. Toujours la à diluer et détourner.
@SwiftieLee1 "It’s a reminder that rejection isn't always a reflection of your worth—sometimes it’s just a matter of preference. You can’t force a masterpiece to fit a room it wasn’t painted for."
I read a quote that said, “You can be the prettiest shade of green, but you’ll never be enough for someone whose favorite color is blue,” and it really stuck with me.
SIMPLE THINGS YOU CAN DO WHEN SOMEONE HAS A SEIZURE
READ. SHARE. REPOST.
SADLY, THESE THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TAUGHT AT PRIMARY SCHOOL LEVEL!
When the Body Shakes, Let Kindness Hold It: A Small Manifesto for Seizure First Aid
If a person is having a seizure, the first gift you give them is not medicine and not miracles, but calm, and calm is a language the body understands. Stay with them, and breathe as if your breath can lend theirs courage.
Panic is loud and clumsy, but presence is deliberate and kind. Gently move objects away, and if you can, guide them to the ground, because safety is sometimes nothing more than clearing a small space in a crowded world. Turn them onto their side and loosen what grips the neck too tightly, because even dignity needs air.
This position keeps the airway open and keeps fear from becoming choking. And then, quietly, begin to count, on your phone, on your fingers, on the soft metronome of your heart, because time, in seizures, is not an abstract thing; it is a decision-maker. It tells you when to wait and when to call for help.
Do not put anything in their mouth. Do not hold them down. Do not try to outmuscle the storm. And please do not offer food or water while the shaking is still speaking. Most seizures will end the way they began, suddenly, and without apology. What the body asks for in that moment is not interference, but space; not heroics, but safety.
When the seizure ends, remain.
Say gently, “You’re safe. You had a seizure. I’m here.” They may look at you as if waking from a strange country, tired and confused, and this is normal. Let them rest, because recovery is not dramatic, it is quiet, and it is human.
Call emergency services if the seizure lasts more than five minutes, or if it is their first, or if they are injured, or pregnant, or if another seizure arrives too quickly after the first. And share this, because knowledge is a form of love, and one day, in a bus or a church or a living room, you may be the calm person someone needs.
Using AI to undress women is not a joke. It is digital sexual violence.
It strips women of dignity, safety, and consent.
It is predatory. It is harmful. And it must be prosecuted like the crime it is.