blackmoustache

👑 J.Cole & Dave Addict🎶.Oil &Gas Baba Voss, NGX investor, supply chain manager, MUFC ❤️. love Yourz is the anthem.

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@OrevaogheneGP Remain ke?
Glen 21yrs don serve time already😂😂😂

[Bruno Fernandes @B_Fernandes8]

how can I assist you? ☕

[່ @pxrcyishim]

The Premier League was founded 34 years ago, and only one player has registered 21 assists in a single season in its history.

[smv @slimvnsn]

We left Jos with one bag each and the kind of confidence that only works when you don't yet know what Lagos does to people.

2008, 3 of us. Gyang from Rayfield, Danladi from Bukuru, me from you know na. We had been talking about Lagos since secondary school like it was a person we were finally ready to meet.

The bus left Terminus at 9pm and pulled into Ojota at 5am. Lagos introduced itself immediately. Noise before the door opened. Heat before we stepped out. A man already shouting about something that had nothing to do with us.

Gyang said, this is it.

Danladi said, this is something.

I said nothing. Just stood there holding my bag looking at a city that had no idea we had arrived and didn't care either way.

We slept 4 to a room in Mushin that first year. Worked anything that paid. I loaded trucks at Mile 2 from 4am. Danladi sold recharge cards on the island until he got real footing. Gyang hustled graphics work from a laptop that overheated every 45 minutes without apology.

November of that first year was the hardest month.

Work dried up the same week. All three of us. Nothing coming in, rent due, the kind of silence in a room where nobody wants to say the number out loud.

There was a woman who ran a small provisions store at the end of our street. Her name was Iya Basira. Short, always in the same blue wrapper, the kind of woman who sees everything and says only what is necessary.

One evening she called me as I passed her shop.

She said, you boys have not been eating properly.

I started to say we were fine.

She said, I didn't ask if you were fine. Come.

She packed rice, stew, a tin of sardines, some Indomie, and two Coca Colas into a black nylon bag. Handed it to me. Said, bring the money when it comes. It will come.

I stood there holding that bag not knowing what to say.

She said, go before the food gets cold.

She never brought it up again. Not once. When we eventually paid she argued about the amount and refused the extra. Said interest was for banks not for neighbors.

We ate that night and talked until 1am, the city outside doing its thing, us inside doing ours.

One night Gyang said, you know what's mad? We have absolutely nothing right now. I have never felt more alive.

Nobody argued. Because it was true for all of us.

Young, broke, the city swallowing people around us daily, and we were still here. Still talking. Still certain.

That was the Jos in us. The plateau teaches you patience without telling you. You grow up between Bukuru and Rantya with cool air and hills that don't move and something settles in you that Lagos noise cannot fully shake.

12 years later Danladi runs a logistics company in Lekki. Gyang's design firm is on the island, proper office, team of 8. I drive Third Mainland Bridge every morning in my own car.

The city learned our names eventually.

Last December I went back to Jos. Stood on the hill in Rayfield where we used to sit and believe everything we hadn't yet earned.

I called both of them.

Nobody answered immediately. We are busy men now.

But both called back within 10 minutes.

Because some things Lagos never touched.

And somewhere in Mushin, Iya Basira is still at that shop, in the same blue wrapper, feeding the next set of boys who just arrived from somewhere with one bag and too much confidence.

She already knows they will be fine.

She just won't tell them yet.

The city that almost broke you is still standing. So are you. And somewhere along the way somebody believed in you before you did. Don't forget them.

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@kunmigbenga Sha update us oo cos this gist don pass ordinary

[Vince™ @Blue_Footy]

Evra is not normal 😂

[smv @slimvnsn]

There was a man who ran a printing press on Association Avenue Ilupeju for twenty three years.

Small shop. One industrial machine. The smell of ink so deep in the walls it had become part of the building. He printed everything. Business cards. Wedding programs. Church bulletins. The kind of work nobody thinks about until they need it urgently.

His name was Mr. Femi.

I found him in 2015 through desperation. Five hundred branded folders by Monday morning. It was Friday at 4pm. Every other printer laughed or didn't pick up. Someone gave me a number. The number led to Association Avenue. Association Avenue led to a man covered in ink stains who looked at my order and said come back Sunday evening.

I said are you sure.

He said young man I have never missed a deadline in twenty years.

Everything was ready Sunday at 6pm. Perfectly stacked. Wrapped. Done.

I became a regular after that.

He remembered every client. Not just names. Context. Asked about the events the flyers were for. Asked how they went afterward. Something about him went beyond printing. He made you feel like your small order mattered to the full size of him.

He had a son. Tunde. Quiet boy. Methodical. Had his father's hands.

Mr. Femi talked about Tunde the way men talk about their greatest project. Engineering. Two years of fees already saved. Never gave him a reason to worry.

I believed it watching that boy work.

I relocated to Port Harcourt in 2018. New city. Functional printers who did the job without conversation. Four years passed.

Back in Lagos in 2022 I drove to Ilupeju on instinct.

The shop was still there. But smaller somehow. Mr. Femi behind the counter moving slower. Aged in the way that means the years had not been gentle.

He said my name before I reached the counter. Named the company I worked for in 2015.

Seven years. Still in him.

He called Tunde. The boy was twenty three now. Taller. Same energy but adult. He looked at my order and asked the right questions immediately. Paper weight. Finish. Binding. He knew the work completely.

While paying I asked Mr. Femi how he was really doing.

He sat down and told me.

His wife died in 2020. Lockdown. Couldn't reach the hospital fast enough. The shop nearly closed. Three months sitting inside without turning the machine on.

Tunde turned it back on.

Came in one morning without a word. Started a job left unfinished. Made his father get up and show him how to complete it correctly. The boy knew he needed a reason to stand more than he needed sympathy.

Tunde never went to study engineering.

Stayed instead. Learned everything. Brought digital design alongside the printing. Revenue grew in ways the old machine alone never could.

Mr. Femi said he argued with the boy for a year. Said he deserved more than ink and paper.

Tunde told him ink and paper had sent him to school his whole life and he saw nothing small about returning the favor.

Mr. Femi's eyes did something when he told me that.

What eyes do when pride and grief arrive together and the face doesn't have enough room for both.

Tunde walked me to my car. I told him what his father said. About the machine. About the engineering.

He was quiet. Then said his father had spent his whole life showing up for people. The least a son could do was show up when it was his turn.

I drove back slowly.

The most important things we print in this life are never on paper.

They are on people.

And they last much longer than any deadline.

[CHUKS 🍥 @ChuksEricE]

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[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@Mochievous @derinbby 😂😂😂😂😂 God abeg

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@Antedote5 I also believe the heat and all from the engine room contributes to this as well.
I have some engineer friends who struggled with child birth.
We advised them to just take 3 months off at a stretch, one of them took the holiday stretch and boom his wife got pregnant

[The Force! @Orifunke]

In 2023, my husband ordered an iPhone from CDCare. Not too long after, he discovered that the iPhone had been used by someone else before and had been charged about 396 times.

He communicated with them several times. Calls. Texts. Until he had to bring it to Twitter. That was when the founder showed up and said my husband was lying. This was ridiculous because there was proof! When he saw he had fucked up, he started deleting tweets and offered a nonsense apology.

Maybe you people weren't here when my husband was dragging CDCare in 2023 so I'd extend grace. But in 2026, if you go ahead to use them, whatever you see, just accept it like that.

So sorry about your experience.

[cupcake @Viznelson]

@CDcareNG Just because you have my address does not give you the right to show up at my house unannounced or involve my landlord, the cleaner and my neighbour.

This is unprofessional, invasive, and completely unacceptable.

I’ve been a consistent customer of CDcare since 2023 and over 20 purchases and I have never defaulted, and this experience is honestly disappointing.

In December 2025, I got a laptop on a 3-month installment plan. Final payment was February 27 2026. On March 13 I had a conversation with two cdcare agents, I offered to pay with interest month end OR let them collect the laptop till whenever I have the balance. They never responded to either offer. CHECK IMAGE 1.

I was not unreachable. I have WhatsApp messages from TWO different CDcare numbers contacting me. I responded to both. I was actively communicating the entire time.

My call log shows I answered CDcare's calls on March 14, March 18, and March 21.

March 27 they messaged me. I said "allow the salary to drop, I nor like to owe, because sometimes salaries get delayed. They said "Ok." ONE day later, literally the next day without any formal demand by email or calls or text (which their OWN Terms Clause 10(vii) requires), they sent someone to my house. CHECK SLIDE 3.

Their agent came, didn't text or call me prior, and went straight to my LANDLORD and disclosed my debt situation. My landlord was shocked. I now have to explain to the person who controls my housing why a debt collection agent showed up at his property because of me.

But here's where it gets worse. When I called my landlord, he told me CDcare's agent said they had called me several times with no answer, and texted me with no response. THAT IS A LIE. My screenshots prove we were in active communication the entire time. Not only does my landlord know, my neighbour knows and the cleaner who doesn't even live there knows my business.

They didn't just show up unannounced. They fabricated a story to my landlord to make me look like I was hiding from them. That is deliberate defamation. To the person who controls my home. Over a payment I was actively communicating about.

Their OWN Terms Clause 10(vii) require email or phone demand before any physical visit. Their Privacy Policy says data can only be shared with affiliates or under court order. My landlord is neither. They violated their own policies AND lied to cover it up.

This is 3+ years with CDcare, multiple products failed within 6 months. Multiple Earbuds, a fan, a yam pounder, an influencer light. I never showed up at their office to cause a scene. I just moved on. Because I'm a reasonable customer.

I am filing a formal complaint with @fccpcnigeria under the FCCPA 2018 and @NITDANigeria under the Nigeria Data Protection Regulation 2019.

I'm not against CDcare as a business, I mean get your money. But showing up without notice, disclosing my data and lying to my landlord about me to justify an unauthorized visit has put my housing at risk was uncalled for.

[• @aliyuyahas]

Now that almost everyone uses Dangote Refinery PMS, its full tank no longer lasts 10 weeks?

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@chubbyT_ @CDcareNG @kenstar_india So sorry 🙏
@CDcareNG wake up o

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

This is where @CDcareNG comes into play

[Sir David Onyemaizu🦍 @SirDavidBent]

Setting up a new apartment will drain you.

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@coolprincebaba @CDcareNG Ahhh that’s crazy o
Never had any issues with them tho

@CDcareNG come and do the needful

[Kofi Sark ➐ @kofiwest_gh]

if you have a strong faith of buying your first car this year, repost.

[blackmoustache @mafengpablo]

@alexlobaloba @AsakyGRN Ultra dodoyo 😂😂😂😂😂

[The_Bearded_Dr_Sina @the_beardedsina]

Guy here though. I think i speak for all guys

We hate when we see that Net thingy that pops up in front of wigs.

Please dem babes should blend the net with their forehead well

It is annoying seeing the net and natural hair pop out like Grass on a Farm.