“Long time we nuh kill a man” will always be one of the craziest things we’ve ever put in a song cuz wym yah talk like is a fun likkle activity you have done in a while?
It is with an extreme heavy heart that I have come to the decision to share this information. Yesterday, on the 25/05/2026, my 12‑year‑old son was stopped, handcuffed, and searched by a Kent Police officer in Sevenoaks after briefly touching and playing with a loose stop sign.
1️⃣ Derrocar a un dictador suena moralmente justo. Nadie llora por un tirano. Pero el derecho internacional no se construyó para proteger a los buenos, sino para contener a los poderosos. Por eso prohíbe la fuerza casi sin excepciones: no porque ignore la injusticia, sino porque sabe que, si cada país decide a quién “liberar” a balazos, el mundo vuelve a la ley del más fuerte.
2️⃣ El problema no es Maduro. El problema es el precedente. Cuando la fuerza militar se usa para cambiar gobiernos sin reglas claras, la soberanía deja de ser un límite y se vuelve un estorbo. Hoy es “derrocar a un dictador”; mañana será “corregir una elección”, “proteger intereses”, “restaurar el orden”. El derecho no absuelve dictaduras, pero tampoco legitima cruzadas unilaterales.
3️⃣ La pregunta incómoda no es si un tirano merece caer, sino quién decide cuándo y cómo. Porque la historia enseña algo brutal: sacar al dictador es fácil; construir justicia después, no. Y cuando la legalidad se rompe en nombre del bien, casi siempre lo que sigue no es libertad, sino caos, violencia y nuevas víctimas. El derecho existe para recordarnos eso, incluso cuando incomoda.
Super Eagles Captain, Wilfred Ndidi scores first international goal for Nigeria against Tunisia, and recreates Nwankwo Kanu’s iconic celebration at Atlanta 96 Olympics.
Choosing who you spend your life with is the biggest decision you’ll ever make. It’s way bigger than just liking or being attracted someone..it shapes your peace, your future, your kids. And people don’t take that serious enough
Growing up in Kano left scars I still carry.
In 2004, I watched a woman frying akara, an innocent mother, brutally murdered with her baby right in front of me, and that horror never left my mind.
The only reason I was spared was because I spoke Hausa and looked like a northerner. My late best friend said my name was Hafsat and that’s how I was left alive to pass.
It shaped the way I react when people downplay the violence happening in the North. I lived it.
I saw the poverty, the street children starving, the chaos bleeding into places that were once peaceful.
I saw more killings during my service year in Jos, and it shattered whatever hope I had left.
Nigeria feels like it’s sinking, and it terrifies me to see people who should be advocating for better governance, claiming there’s no genocide.