See how firm Bishop Oyedepo is. Very stern and clear while talking about Tinubu’s incompetence. He’s not mincing words or playing to the gallery. This is what is expected of everyone who says they fear God.
"You can't slåught€r members of my family and expect me to pray for you. I will pray against you and your household. The government is pretending like they don't know what to do. I have been quiet for a long time, but the bubble is about to burst."
— Bishop David Oyedepo speaks.
In all of his explanations, he kept going back to his twin to report inconsistencies. He'd always tell his twin first when he discovered something fishy.
Until your own 19 year old daughter tells you she wants to get married and start having kids.
You can appreciate your mum’s sacrifice while also acknowledging that it wasn’t ideal, it doesn’t belittle her experience.
These kind of side talks is what got into Rudeboy and Jude that made them start looking down on Peter thereby Sharing royalties without him
PSquare was successful because of their Music and Dance
Psquare is incomplete without Peter’s amazing Dance Performance and choreography
Genuinely took a few minutes to make sure the HMO here means a form of Health insurance and not something else. Because as a medical practitioner, this is a severely reckless thing to say.
This likely stemmed from attending to a whole family at once. And so what? Are they there every day? Aren’t we practicing preventive healthcare anymore???
You also don’t know the status of the households and why they chose to utilize their HMO at once. Should they come several times and leave their jobs? Are they not using their money?
I cannot fathom that a Medical Doctor is advocating for the ban of health insurance in a country that has between 3-13% coverage (depending on who you ask).
Not sure why this is boiling my blood so much, but I can nod you for this thing you just said 🤬
If it was {redacted} that had this employee, he'll sack her, sack the branch manager, and the HR business partner for allowing this happen under their nose.
I never saved my bank account number anywhere on my iPhone.
Not in Notes, not in Passwords, nowhere.
Yesterday I copied it from my banking app to send to my dad. Just copied, didn't paste anywhere.
5 minutes later, I was typing an email and Siri keyboard suggested that exact 16-digit number.
I never told Apple my bank number. iOS 26 is literally reading your screen and clipboard.
Here's the setting no one told you about and how to turn it OFF: 👇
There are many Africans who cite Singapore as proof that colonialism cannot explain African poverty. What they consistently fail to mention is how Singapore actually built itself. Because Singapore did not develop through deregulation and laissez faire capitalism. It developed through aggressive state intervention, strategic nationalisation, public housing programmes that housed over 80% of its population, a government that planned its economy with surgical interventionism and refused to leave development to the invisible hand of the market.
So it is genuinely amusing to watch people invoke Singapore in the same breath as they argue against land reform, against nationalisation, against any meaningful state intervention in the economy, while promoting the very neoliberal policies that Singapore deliberately rejected on its path to development.
You cannot want Singapore’s results while opposing Singapore’s methods. That is a contradiction. You are attempting to achieve the outcomes of socialist politics with laissez faire capitalist policies, and calling anyone who points out the inconsistency an ideologue.
It was hard. I will be honest. Really hard. But I chose to see it from a different perspective. African fathers are a different breed. They are notoriously poor at expressing love and would sooner stomp, shout and curse when all they want to say is, “Be careful.”
Then I considered the circumstances in which my father himself was raised. He, too, was a product of his generation, carrying wounds I will probably never fully understand. So, after everything that passed between us, I found myself looking at him a little more kindly. That is not to say it was easy. It wasn’t. Some of the things that were said are difficult to let go of. Really difficult. There are days I remember them and, for a fleeting moment, feel quite frankly inadequate.
It is why I laugh when strangers on the internet attempt to troll me. My own father has said worse. Who the hell do you think you are that your words should matter? But then, he is my father, and this is his first time being one. I have learned, difficult as it has been, to cut him some slack.