'Black Man Albino is out now'.
It's more than just music. It's a vulnerable exploration of my 3 identities. An invitation to see me, and perhaps the things I do, with more understanding. BLACK MAN ALBINO IS OUT NOW
By MARIO System
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Life is a journey ✨️ Rest well, Sir ✨️
Today, the Nigerian entertainment industry bid farewell to Mr. Martins Ndujigbo, a veteran actor who had been active in the film industry since 1996. His remarkable acting career came to an end with his passing today. He will be remembered as a great actor. May his soul rest in peace ✌️.
“You claimed your built hostel and clinic for us but none of them are functioning, no nurses or doctors we paid school fees and everything but you’re just extorting us, let us go if you can’t take care of us”
A student has reportedly kp@!d at the Ifetedo campus of Osun State University and the Students are Blaming the Osun state Government and the School Management attributing the incident to a lack of medical personnel and basic healthcare equipment.
It has been 6 months+ since Fr. Emmanuel Ezemma was abducted from his home in the dead of the night by islamic terrorists.
He was abducted on 2nd December 2025.
Something still tells me that he is alive.
I will not stop praying for his quick and safe release.
Please in your kindness, pray for his safe release.
He is a good priest from my Diocese.
Racheal was Diagnosed with Lupus in 2024 which damaged her kidney and now , for her to live , she need a KIDNEY TRANSPLANT. This is a fight Ray didn’t choose but she cry’s for another chance in life .
HELP SAVE RACHEAL 💔🙏🏾
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**If you are kidnapped in Nigeria, you are completely on your own. No security agency will save you.
"My nephew was kidnapped while I was SA to Vice President Shettima. I knocked on every door, entered every office, and gave them the exact coordinates of the location. They promised to help but couldn't. We spent ₦175 Million, including ransom, before he was released after 36 days in captivity. The security agencies couldn't help." - Dr. Hakeem Baba-Ahmed, brother to Datti Baba-Ahmed
since 2019 i’ve always supported my colleagues. shown up at their events. posted their shit. cameod in their videos. all for love. never got that same energy from them when it’s my turn
the game is the game. i don’t regret it. grateful for the ones that support. see u at the top
Soldier go! Soldier come!!!
I wrote this in 2020(November thereabout) And these things are still here!!!! Same pattern!!! Yet we act surprised.. Listen to think not enjoy!
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑
Today, I can finally say it:
I am now a Medical Doctor.
Honestly, this journey did not begin in medical school. It began long before then in a humble home, with intentional parenting, sacrifice, resilience, and faith.
I was not raised with a golden spoon, but I was raised by a mother who would rather spend her last strength and resources investing in her child’s future. That alone shaped me deeply.
In 2017, I graduated as the best graduating student from my secondary school in Ondo State. Like many ambitious students then, I had one dream: the University of Ibadan. I scored 266 in UTME and confidently wrote the post UTME examination believing admission was certain. When the result came out, I had failed.
Till today, I still do not fully understand it.
I appealed the result because I genuinely believed something was wrong. But life moved on.
People advised me to move elsewhere. I reluctantly accepted OAU pre degree, still hoping medicine would eventually happen. During that period, I learned resilience, adaptation, and survival. Eventually, I gained admission to study Agricultural Economics, a course I actually loved because I already had a background passion for agriculture and entrepreneurship.
But deep down, medicine never completely left my heart.
I still walked around OAU College of Medicine sometimes, telling myself, “Maybe someday.”
Then came another dream: studying abroad.
That dream collapsed too.
I wrote international examinations, got scholarships, attended visa interviews across Lagos and Abuja, and was denied visas six different times.
Six.
At some point, I genuinely felt exhausted by disappointment. The painful part was not even failure itself; it was discovering how lonely failure can become. Sometimes people only celebrate proximity to your potential success. When things fall apart, you suddenly realize who truly cares.
But through it all, God remained faithful.
My mother remained supportive.
My guardians stood by me.
A few friends stayed.
And somehow, I kept moving.
After more than a year away from serious academics, I decided to write UTME again. I remember getting to the exam center in Lagos and seeing much younger students around me. At that moment, I prayed one simple prayer:
“God, please give me 300.”
Not because numbers define intelligence, but because after years of disappointments, I desperately needed hope again.
When the result came out, I scored 301.
That moment meant a lot to me.
I chose the University of Ibadan again initially, but eventually realized I could not afford more delays. So I changed my institution to Babcock University.
I knew nobody there.
No mentor.
No doctor in my family.
No clear roadmap.
Just faith, self motivation, and the determination to rebuild my life.
When I resumed in 2021, it was not easy mentally. I was older than many classmates by years. I missed my old friends deeply. But I told myself something:
“We may be in the same class, but we are not of the same class.”
I knew what I had survived.
I knew what I wanted.
And I knew I could not move casually through life anymore.
So beyond academics, I began building myself intentionally. I attended trainings, paid for courses, joined communities, volunteered, led initiatives, failed repeatedly, tried again, built platforms, created systems, and devoted myself to service.
Many people did not realize something:
I was not trying to prove anything.
I was trying to redeem time.
I wanted my pain to produce purpose.
I wanted my delays to produce impact.
Over time, leadership, research, advocacy, mentorship, and systems building became part of my life. I realized the kind of doctor I wanted to become would not be “ordinary.”
I want to be the kind of doctor God uses to build systems that transform lives and empower people.
Not merely buildings.
Not titles.
But people.
Communities.
Structures that outlive me.
Today,