Jesus lover ๐
Libra queen ๐
idyllically lifted ๐
#Grace found me ๐๐๐
#chelsea fan ๐ โโ
Don't take my simplicity for weakness.๐โ
Do you know what it means that Pastor Jerry Eze is holding NSPPD Prayer Conference at Old Trafford, Manchester Unitedโs 74k capacity stadium and there's no available ticket.
People are having to make TikTok videos begging for people to give them tickets!!!!
This is not in Nigeria,
This is in the United Kingdom,
This is not in any other stadium,
This is the legendary Old Trafford Stadium!!!
I'm blown away and just can't wait for this Saturday, 26th September, 2026!!!
If you're going, comment in the comment section.
After 16 years of marriage, I realized there are 6 conversations every husband should have with his wife at least once a month.
Almost nobody does.
They are........
Everything works to my favor. Even in moments of uncertainty, I know the universe is guiding me toward the best possible outcomes.
Every delay, every detour, every challenge is a setup for something greater.
I attract blessings, opportunities and breakthroughs effortlessly.
What is meant for me will always find me and I trust that all things both seen and unseen are aligning perfectly for my success, peace and abundance.
I affirm.
As a man, the moment you start climbing out of your 20s into your 30s - you have one health mission, avoid pot belly like your life depends on it.
Else, there's no coming back.
Pot belly houses visceral fat, a core trigger for cardiovascular diseases & metabolic dysfunctions.
You think I'm happy living abroad?
I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.
People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.
You think I'm happy?
That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.
How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.
You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?
WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?
Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?
If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?
If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?
Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?
You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.
That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.
You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?
You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.
For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?
I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.
I won't even say I'm surprised.
I'll say the same thing I said last week:
OWN YOUR ASSOCIATIONS WITH YOUR CHEST.
Don't come and be fingering our brains with fencesitting pseudointellectual gibberish.
Stop all the emotional manipulatory gimmicks.
Taraji P. Henson says that after the Oscars night in 2008โfor which she had been nominatedโhad passed, her phone stopped ringing; there were no invitations for roles or anything, and then Tyler Perry called, offering her the lead role in the film โI Can Do Bad All by Myselfโ
โI remember when I got nominated for the Oscar, you know, the Oscar run is crazy. The phone is ringing. You got to be here. You got to be there. And then the day after the Oscars, the phone stops ringing. It's weird because it's like your nervous system is shocked because you're so used to going in and all of a sudden, nothing. And all the best invitations and all the things. Gone. No phone calls. You know who called me? This man right here [Tyler Perry]. For a leading role, not supporting. A leading role. People started asking me on my team, โwhy are you going to do a Tyler Perry movie?,โ No one called to offer me a number one position in the film. He did. And then told me what to ask for. Gave me a quote when I didn't have a quote.
And so to this day, I don't care how big I get. I don't care how many awards I win. Whenever he calls, I'm there.โ
๐ https://t.co/1U8232Wn96
Do you know what's more painful about Ochanya's predicament?
She was doing so well in the village school. She said she wanted to be a medical doctor when she grows up.
Winifred's mum returned to the village one Christmas.
Decided to take Ochanya to the City to get good education since she was sound and intelligent.
And that was the end of her dreams, her ambition, and her life.
Winifred's dad and brother raped her for five years till she d!ed.
Guess what!
The rapists children are doing so well in life.
Winifred is now a lawyer and a social media influencer.
Victor is doing so well in his musical career, and he's about to release a track.
Ihotu, the rapist's last born who was in the same class with Ochanya just got admission to Benue State University.
Ochanya would have been 20years now, and probably in her 100level studying her dream course, Medicine and Surgery in Benue State University.
But she was used as the sacrificial lamb.
Can I tell you something?
Ochanya has come back to demand for justice.
This time around, with you, I and millions of Nigerians solidly behind her shouting for justice.
This time around, we will not allow the case to be swept under the carpet like it was in 2018.
Until justice prevails, we remain Ochanya's voice.
Remember, silence in the face of injustice is INJUSTICEโand evil.
#JusticeforOchanya
There is power in our collective voices.
If Ochanya were your child, your sister, or your friend, would you truly scroll past this post without typing #JusticeForOchanya ?
Donโt be silent.
Her pain deserves Justice
We are her voice now, and she must get Justice