Saw that Okwuluora Kidney failure video in Enugu and I just thought;
1) Beans - Sniper or dangote cement.
2) Palm oil - Red dye + water.
3) Fried Plantain chips - Either transformer oil to save cost or vegetable oil + nylon to make it shiny and hard.
4) Fufu - Klin i.e detergent to ferment cassava in hours instead of days.
5) Kpomo - formalin to preserve it further.
6) Fresh fish - Industrial dye.
7) Unripe pineapple and banana - ripening in hours with chemicals.
8) Mango - ripening overnight by pouring inside smelly gutter waters.
These are but a few, meanwhile, Nigerian yam, beans are banned across parts of Europe for containing excess pesticides used by farmers without proper measurements.
We virtually consume these on daily basis, and result today is unprovoked kidney and liver damage.
Quit porn = energy back.
Make money = confidence back.
Pray = discipline back.
Train body = dominance back.
Be kind = respect back.
Your life isn’t meaningless.
Reclaim control.
𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐋𝐆 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
Osun State Governor, Senator Ademola Adeleke, on Sunday, inaugurated the newly elected local government chairmen and councillors in the Saturday poll.
https://t.co/3T6oMc1W6S
To the dreamers who left home…
I recently returned to the place in Ikorodu where I lived the first 20 years of my life. For the longest time, I hesitated to go back, unsure if I was ready to confront the flood of nostalgia and the weight of the memories I had suppressed. But after two years of filming a documentary about my journey, it was finally time to revisit the starting point of it all.
As we drove down the same streets I once raced through barefoot as a child, it felt like everything had shrunk to a miniature scale. The rustic roofs, the muddy streams, the dump sites, the old friends, the first girl I ever loved, the barber’s shop where I saw a chess board for the very first time, the church where I learned to play the piano—remained unchanged, as if time had stood still and became a museum of who I’d been.
Standing by the river where we once bathed as kids, I remembered the night I left. It was a cold evening in 2015: unable to renew the rent, my Dad had to return to the village to work in a bakery, my Mum took a job as a cleaner. I had no place to call home anymore. With my bags clutched tightly and tears welling in my eyes, I left behind the only life I had ever known. Terrified of the uncertainty ahead but with the will to fight for my place in the world. I carried a piece of home with me with unwavering faith in my ideas.
It’s been 10 long years. Now, I have returned—not the same, but better—ready to leave a piece of my heart with the children here who, like me, are still dreaming .
It is the only way I can honor the privilege of who I have become.
To every dreamer who left home in pursuit of wonder, I know the hurt of those cold lonely nights and the loss of everything that was familiar . But I hope you never look back with regret. You must let your courage be your compass as you re-write your own story of becoming . You are growing into someone capable of holding the best of your past alongside the boundless potential that is in front of you. This is especially important if where you’re coming from is worlds apart from where you’re going.
Your fight is a different one.
Home is not lost, it is growing alongside your story—because sometimes, the place where you’re born isn’t where you belong; you belong where you believe you belong….where is that place for you?
And when your battles are finally won, I hope you can look back on your journey with awe and gratitude.
And like my mother would always tell me
“Babatunde mi, ranti Omo eni tiwo nse”(wherever the wind takes you, you must remember the child of whom you are)
For the ones who left home to find themselves, must someday return to give themselves away.
Keep going dreamer. I hope you never stop giving the world something new to believe in.