My husband has a wedding for today, so he told me he would be sleeping over with the guys yesterday. The kids and I had dinner and we went to sleep. My phone rang by 10:30pm and my husband said he was at the gate. I went to open the gate and the minute he entered, first thing he said was “your husband is hungry”
Husband man, no be one place you from dey come, una no chop? Then he said the guys only brought drinks and no foods at all, so he told them he wanted to take something inside his car and Bobo started running back home 🤣🤣
I told him he was going to starve because the plan was that he wasn’t coming home yesterday. He started begging me, only to check the dinning table and he saw the food I dished for him. Then he said “you don see me finish you this girl” 🤣🤣🤣
Apparently I knew he would return home, person wey I sabi say he no go fit sleep outside. I no go know my husband? 🤣🤣🤣
Frame 1: Nigeria’s General Hospital in Abuja, where nurses were conducting an operation with a torchlight, due to no electricity.
Frame 2: world-class residential houses that Tinubu built for Nigerian judges, who can influence electoral decisions in his favour in 2027.✍️
When Seyi Tinubu is sharing rice to hungry fools, no one remembers its invasion of privacy to put camera in their faces.
Awon privacy lawyers oponu suddenly remember privacy when government is being criticized.
Awon Oloriburuku
One person made the state provide more buses.
Now imagine what 1million people in front of the National Assembly will do.
Imagine what 1million people in front of INEC will do.
Around this time last year I was in a serious debt(strong 7 figures) due to a bad investment call but I told no one.
One day I was on the phone with my little sister (who stays with my mum) and that one was asking me for money to buy a wig cos I instructed her not to touch the money from her business.
I told her "Alaye I'm broke o" (something I rarely say), unknown to me that the phone was on loudspeaker and mum heard it in her room.
Only for me to drop the call and barely an hour after I saw 100k alert from an unknown name. She called few minutes after to know if i've gotten it.
Apparently, she had given my account number to one of her tenants who was ready to pay balance for one of her shops. I told her "Wura, I was only joking o and it's not that bad now" to think I was still owing her for her monthly allowance that month.
she insisted that I keep the money regardless, cos that's the only way she'll be able to go to bed with a rested mind knowing her son is not flat broke. The conversation was still on when another 20k entered from my lil sister for my internet subscription, she had no idea Wura had sent me any money.
Those gestures reassured me that day that no matter how crazy it gets out here, there'll always be loving and safe hands to fall back to at home.
One of the most disturbing things I witnessed in Zamfara happened at a naming ceremony.
Bandits stormed a child’s naming ceremony.
They handed the father a knife and ordered him to slaughter his own newborn. He refused.
They handed the knife to the wife and told her to kill her husband. She refused.
In front of her, they killed both the man and the child, (as in slaughtering them) and then left the woman alive.
She was brought to our facility. Until the day I left Zamfara, that woman never recovered mentally.
When Nigerians argue about whether banditry is exaggerated, I remember her face.
It will never be well with APC!
Watching this video made me remember the night my ransom was paid, make I gist una small.
That night was the 8th day in captivity, the same day they said the ransom had finally arrived. It was already very late in the night, deep inside the forest, when we suddenly started hearing movements and whispers among the kidnappers.
A few minutes later, some men arrived carrying ₦15 million cash and the other items the kidnappers had demanded.
They spread a mat on the ground and arranged the money on top of it. The bundles of cash were stacked there while they prepared to count it.
All of them were very excited Some started drinking alcohol, smoking, and eating food like they were celebrating something big. You could hear laughter everywhere.
Lowkey, inside my heart, I was happy too.
I kept telling myself quietly,
"This suffering don end… tomorrow I go see outside again."
I was even hoping maybe they would give me something better to drink or eat, since money had already been paid.
But for where…
They ate everything by themselves.
After they finished drinking and eating, they threw the empty cans toward where we were lying down.
Omo… that moment pain me. I just realize say for their eyes we no be human beings at all.
We were weak, hungry, dirty, and exhausted, but nobody cared.
Not long after that, some of their senior men sat down and started counting the money bundle by bundle.
Suddenly, an argument broke out.
At first it was just shouting.
Then it turned into a serious fight.
They began accusing each other about the money. Some of them even carried their guns, shouting and threatening to shoot themselves.
For a moment, it looked like they might kill themselves right there.
At that point, we the abducted people started whispering among ourselves.
In our minds we were already thinking:
"If this fight get worse, maybe this na our chance to run."
Our hearts were beating fast. Nobody spoke loudly, but everyone was watching carefully.
After some time, the older ones among them calmed the situation and settled the argument.
Then they continued counting the money again.
The counting went on for some minutes until they finally finished.
After that, they shouted at us:
"Stand up!"
We quickly stood up from where we had been lying down in chains and sat up quietly.
Then one of them, a man they called Farooq, stepped forward.
He brought out a thick cable used for motorcycles.
Before we could understand what was happening…
He started flogging us one after the other.
The cable was very painful on the body.
Nobody dared to shout too much because we were scared it might make things worse.
After beating us like that, he angrily told us:
"Lie down! (kwanta) Sleep!"
That night, even though ₦15 million had already been paid, i still slept on the bare ground in the forest, hungry, in pain, and not knowing what the next morning would bring.
But deep inside my heart, I kept hoping…
"Maybe tomorrow… I will finally leave this hell."
Omo, I see shege for my life o. 🥹😭
Nigerian youths would rather monitor celebrities unfollowing each other than monitor the elections that will determine their life.
Useless bunch of citizens.
Let's start 2026 like this:
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So let’s do a little bit of analysis here:
Please kindly follow my thought process.
What is very interesting in this post here is that Bashir lists 17 mosque attacks in the last 12 years. Now if you check, you will see that 11 attacks out of those 17 occurred while Bashir worked for the useless inept clueless Buhari.
So in other words, this is Bashir with his own hands confirming that his own boss was an incompetent manikin that watched Muslims get slaughtered like chickens in mosques. Yet Bashir NEVER uttered a word about this 11 mosque attacks while his boss was in power.
So Bashir was aware that there were 11 separate deadly barbaric attacks against Muslims in mosques while Buhari was in power but for the sake of politics, Bashir said absolutely nothing about it at the time.
Now that it is politically convenient, Bashir starts to talk about it. These are the false patriots, perfomative and unfortunate opportunists who parade themselves as emergency lovers of Nigeria.
Bigotry and political sycophancy is a curse. Imagine writing a list that shows your own boss that you worked for was an incompetent useless president that allowed 11 mosque barbaric attacks which you knew of but you kept quiet. Imagine exposing yourself and your boss but you are too daft to realise that’s what you’ve just done.
People with no soul, no honour, no values, no conscience and to who, human lives is nothing but a tool for political gain.
Bottom barrel gutter elites.
Just before I traveled to America, I called my dad and gave him my only car. he had sold his taxi 13 years ago so I could pay for my WAEC and JAMB examination fees. The joy on his face brought tears- it was the least I could do for my parents who sacrificed everything so I could get an Education.
It wasn’t clear how I was going to get a new car without spending a fortune but i had faith.
Yesterday, I got a call from @OluwatobiAjayiJ, the CEO of @nordmotion, inviting me to his office for a chat and a chess match. During our conversation, he proposed an outrageous deal: if I could beat him, I could choose any car in their showroom for free. Knowing he was a strong chess player from our previous game analyses(Although we had never played before), I accepted the challenge. After about an hour of intense play, I managed to win from a very complex position.
This all still feels surreal, but I'm thrilled to announce that I am now a global brand ambassador for @nordmotion motors and the proud owner of a NORD A7 suv built and assembled in Nigeria.
Life really isn’t scripted, and I’m super grateful to be able to use my gift to inspire the world and affect lives positively. This has inadvertently brought a lot of goodness my way too and this love is one I’ll never take for granted.
Happy birthday to my Queen !!! Your strength and grace lift me every day! 🎉 Thank you for always being my rock and helping me shut out all the noise with your love. Heres to more joy, laughter, and sweeeet music in our lives. I love you and It’s till infinity!!! ❤️❤️ #ChiomaDay