Predictably, everyone is mad at me for saying this but here is a very simple thought experiment to prove that I am right. Picture each person in your Nigerian life that "loves" you and imagine a button is placed in front of them with the sole instruction that if they push it, they receive $1M (N1.3bn) cash immediately, no questions asked, but you die instantly. Will they push the button?
If you hesistated for even a microsecond before answering "no" for each person you pictured, that means you yourself have acknowledged that whatever relationship exists there is at best cordial, but cannot be described as "love". Because someone who loves you can never place a monetary amount on the value you bring to their life by existing.
The fact that as you're reading this, you KNOW that the majority of people who know you would push that button is what disturbs you, because it sounds like a moral indictment on Nigerian people. Meanwhile I couldn't care less about the individual morality of Nigerians, because that's not the point I'm making at all.
The point I'm making is that Nigeria by design CANNOT incubate "love" because it is still running entirely on an extractive operating system. Once upon a time when our ancestors still owned their own minds and had sovereignty over their own decisions, it was possible for them to love each other because they were the ones who built their society to fit their own aspirations as a group. Love requires the stability and safety offered by a society that controls its own direction. Love cannot exist under colonial logic.
Under colonial logic, nothing is sacred. Everything exists to be harvested, consumed, extracted and fucked. The land is no longer the place where you and your ancestors have lived for thousands of years. It is now a mine with a quota for vomiting out shiny rocks for a man with a gun who says he "owns" it. Your wife and daughter are now the sex slaves of the man with the gun along with a hundred other people's wives and daughters, and the resulting destruction of social order is none of his business.
Your religion and way of connecting with the divine which have served your people for thousands of years are now suddenly outlawed, and you are now to worship a god that doesn't look like you. Your farm is no longer the thing that feeds your family. It is now a plantation for things you can't eat which the man with a gun forces you to remit to him as tax in exchange for not being locked up or rendered landless. Your entire society is in total chaos and the only way to rise above the chaos is to somehow fight to become the Warrant Chief of the man with the gun, or his armed askari warrior.
This is the same logic that Nigerian society is still operating on 200 years later. Everyone is still fighting to become the economic or political Warrant Chief with enough power to lord it over their neighbour or to emigrate. Or they are the cult, agbero, or police askari warrior whose ability to wield violence gives them an edge in the same mad scramble to survive a hostile, extractive, unpredictable environment. Why on earth would "love" blossom and thrive in such an environment? That would be like slaves on a plantation claiming to "love" each other.
What slaves on a plantation share is not "love." It is the strong bond of shared trauma. It is mutual affinity. It is sexual desire. It can even be affection. But it's not "love". "Love" is a societal condition that can only become a thing after the slaves revolt, kill the slavemaster and his family, take over the plantation, and turn it into a farming community built on the logic of mutual beneficience instead of extraction. Until then, they're just carrots inside a massive blender who, instead of figuring out how to destroy the blades and render the blender inoperable, are busy having lots of pointless carrot sex, making meaningless little carrot babies that will only become the next generation of carrot juice to be extracted from the blender.
Anyway I don't know why I'm arsed to sit and write stuff like this for the benefit of an audience that is as intellectual as I'm Chinese. I'd be better off talking earnestly to the billboards at Spintex roundabout.
Kanye West and Lauryn Hill on stage together? 🏆🔥🐐
Kanye West brought out Miss Lauryn Hill to perform “It All Falls Down” together, a true full circle moment.
Back in 2004 Ye had to use vocals from Syleena Johnson to release the song because of some problems related to the clearance of Hill’s “Mystery of Iniquity” sample.
After 22 years, in 2026, 80.000 people got to witness the circle closing.
Hip-Hop forever!
Her friend called her, handed her an envelope, and inside was the entire $2,400. Every single dollar she had paid.
I actually paused the video because… what?? 😭
The friend told her she never needed the money in the first place. She just didn’t want to make it obvious or make her feel like a charity case. So instead, she turned it into a way for her to unknowingly save money… so when it was time to stand on her own again, she wouldn’t be starting from zero.
Tell me why I just sat there tearing up and staring at my screen 🥹.
Because that kind of love? It’s so intentional. It’s so quiet. No announcements, no pressure, no “remember what I did for you.” Just pure, thoughtful care.
Honestly… THIS is grace.
THIS is what it means to be human in the softest, kindest way possible.
Pleased to announce we are the #1 Podcast globally again!
(tied w/ Joe Rogan but he doesn’t count, he’s always crushing it).
Thank you to everyone worldwide who listens and fights with us. My team of 5 works really hard and we are beyond grateful.🙏
This is the best edited video about the Daniel Bwala shameful interview.
Wheoever edited this video needs to be compensated.
Daniel Bwala is the most shameless human alongside Reno Omokri.