Back in the day, I had a friend from Liberia.
Her parents were upper-middle-class and lived in Monrovia.
She said they woke one day to find rebels at the doorstep of Monrovia, and there was a mad dash to the airport. She said a country had sent planes to evacuate its citizens from Liberia, but the Liberians were buying the seats on those planes to escape.
Her parents could only afford to send her; she never saw them again.
I asked, “This war didn't start in one day; why didn't you leave earlier?”
She said, “We simply heard about an attack here and there and never assumed it would come to Monrovia.”
I overheard a father speaking to his son on the phone in a bus yesterday. What he said almost made me cry.
The son sounded frustrated about how hard life has been since finishing NYSC.
Then the father said:
“Shola, come back home. I didn’t send you out of my house, you chose to stay out. Come back home and let’s replan.
You’re just 22.”
The way he said it was so calm and reassuring.
Hearing those words from a father felt heavenly.
Among the 21 men murdered by ISIS on a Libyan shore was Matthew Ayariga of Ghana.
He was not born into the same confession as the others. He was not raised in their Church. He did not share their history.
But in the final moments of his life… standing on cold sand with the sea behind him and death in front of him… he saw something.
He saw men who would not bend.
Men whose lips moved in prayer while blades hovered at their throats.
Men who refused to trade eternity for breath.
Church accounts say that when he was pressed to renounce Christ, he chose instead to stand with them. To join them. To align himself with the very faith that marked them for death.
Imagine that moment.
No time for theology.
No time for debate.
No time for safety.
Only a choice.
Life… or allegiance.
Whether every syllable has been preserved in perfect historical record is not the point. What is undeniable is this:
Twenty-one men knelt in the face of terror.
Twenty-one men were given the chance to deny.
Twenty-one men did not.
Courage is easy when it costs nothing.
Faith is easy when it demands nothing.
But on that beach… faith cost everything.
And none of them walked away.
We will see them again.
#AStoneGroove
@iamtenseven@ruffydfire It's not about that @iamtenseven, it's about priorities, these countries you have called are not challenged with the behemoth of problems Naija faces. By the way what have we prioritised?
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@ajaeroc@FinPlanKaluAja1 Kalu might I add that the US had no priority interests in Afghanistan or even Iran, which they couldn't abandon. What can we as Nigerians abandon, our country?
“NO BROMATE!”
Have you ever wondered why we usually see this boldly printed on most bread nylons?
Well, today… I’m going to tell you why.
You see, bromate... scientifically known as potassium bromate (KBrO₃) is a chemical compound once used in bread-making. Bakers loved using it because it made their dough rise better, the bread softer, and the loaves looked fluffier and more appealing.
But there was a problem. A deadly one.
If bromate isn’t completely broken down during baking, which often happens when bread isn’t baked hot or long enough... it usually remains inside the loaf. And whenever humans consume it, it accumulates. Studies began to show that bromate was carcinogenic. Meaning that it could cause cancer and it could also cause serious damage to the human kidneys.
For years, Nigerians ate bread laced with this silent poison. It was everywhere. Bakeries used it freely because it was cheap and effective until one woman decided that enough was enough.
Her name was Professor Dora Nkem Akunyili, the Director-General of NAFDAC from 2001 to 2008.
When she took office, Nigeria’s food and drug system was like a jungle. Fake drugs, unregulated imports, and dangerous additives flooded the market. Dora wasn’t the kind of woman who looked away. She sent her team into bakeries across the country to collect bread samples quietly.
When the results came back, what they found out was very terrifying: most bread in the market contained dangerous levels of bromate.
That was all she needed to see.
In 2002, NAFDAC under Dora Akunyili officially banned potassium bromate in all bread production across Nigeria. She didn’t stop there, she also went on air, she held press conferences and she called out those bakeries by name. She told Nigerians, “The same bread that makes up part of your children’s breakfast could slowly destroy their health.”
She faced lots of backlash. Bakers fought back. But she stood firm.
Under her leadership, NAFDAC raided bakeries, shut down violators, and educated the public. And slowly, the change began. Bakeries shifted to safer alternatives like ascorbic acid (vitamin C) and the phrase “NO BROMATE” became a proud declaration of safety.
Today, most Nigerians don’t even realize how many lives that single policy saved. Dora Akunyili wasn’t just a regulator, she was a protector. A woman whose integrity and courage forced an entire industry to value life over profit.
So, the next time you unwrap a loaf of bread and see “NO BROMATE” written boldly on the nylon, please pause for a second and remember the woman who made all that possible.
She saved a generation.
@lekan_olayinka1 Do you really need to make sure you condemn a truth to make you more spiritual? If the word is not for you, just ignore it. Don't make it look as if it's misleading.
The day some Nigerians 🇳🇬 will begin to read and COMPREHEND( to grasp mentally; understand) and not just let their selfish stomach and the 2k, 5k, indomie carton or bag of rice BRIBES they have collected dictate what they type and say, that day we will begin to see well.
PS- it’s always good to check what people stand for on their page(like use the brain, eyes and hand God gave you to scroll down) before you start typing comments.
I will never stop speaking for my Nation Nigeria 🇳🇬
Dangote bought NNPC refineries. Local unions said “NO!!”
Dangote then left NNPC refineries, went and built his own refinery
Local refineries then collapsed.
Unions ran from collapsed NNPC refineries to brand new refineries to form a union
If you can't see danger from 100km, you can't see danger from 1km