Rufai Oseni Breaks Down in Tears.
Earlier this morning On Arise TV,
Highly respected journalist Rufai Oseni broke down in tears while criticising Nigeria’s politicians for the perpetual criminal looting of the country’s commonwealth, which now makes us to beg for loans from other countries.
NIGERIAN POLITICIANS ARE ANIMALS.
A former Army spokesperson who once told Nigerians the military was winning has now died in the hands of terrorists.
This isn't karma. It's a painful reminder that insecurity doesn't care about rank, title, tribe, or political affiliation.
At what point do we stop managing the narrative and start demanding results?
The late MajorGeneral Rabe Abubakar was once the army spokesperson. He once went on TV to say the military was winning.
Few weeks ago, he was himself kidnapped by the terrorists and he has now died in captivity in the hands of the same terrorists.
RIP to him. We are in a mess.
During that Christland school girl saga, one of my tweets was mass reported. Twitter then restricted my account and gave me the option to delete the 'offending' tweet to regain access.
I had chaotic internal deliberations over it for some time and in the end, I deleted it.
Immediately after, I felt myself losing virtue
I felt gagged
I felt like a coward
felt I had betrayed myself
felt I had cowered in the face of consequence
felt my illustrious slave owning ancestors look down on me in disappointment regret and contempt.
Couldn't shake the feeling, so I asked myself
"What's the worst thing that can happen if I make that same tweet again"
"You lose an account with 14k followers"
Was the answer
Small price to pay
So I made the tweet again.
A couple hours later, the account got suspended.
Saw the pop up notification on the bottom right corner of my screen while working and swelled with pride
Because I had redeemed myself, regained my dignity and the respect of my ancestors
I had stood on business until the very end - the business here being going against concensus and saying what I believe to be true irrespective of how much it costs me.
Moral of the story:
Those who say they want a better Nigeria
Those who admonish others to get their pvc, have refused to realise that the Nigeria they want will not happen via the ballot box.
We have been trying that channel for decades across republics. It doesn't work
So the Nigeria they want - or more realistically, the version of Nigeria they want - whatever name it is called, will have to be payed for in blood
A lot of it
2027 will come, Tinubu will 'win' - Whatever 'win' means
And we will either tweet about it over a weekend, and resume work on the Monday that follows
Or we will make the country ungovernable until he steps down. Shots will ring out, blood will spill, mothers will cry but that is the only way
If we are not willing or able to do that; to suffer, to sacrifice, to bleed, then we do not want a country that works
Our desire for a better Nigeria, is in a fundamental sense, like my belief in the freedom of speech:
It is only as meaningful as the price we are willing to pay for it.
If we are not willing to suffer for it, we do not want it.
Desire without sacrifice is wishful thinking
and if wishes were horses...
God could have raised Jesus from the dead in 30 seconds.
He is sovereign over time. Christ could have satisfied divine justice, breathed his last, and walked out of that tomb within the hour.
The stone could have rolled away on Friday evening. There was no cosmic constraint forcing a three-day wait. God chose the silence. And that choice is itself a sermon.
We so easily skip to Sunday because we’re a culture of spoilers. We treat Saturday like a commercial break. But to the disciples, it wasn't "Holy Saturday." It was just silence. It felt like the end.
The tomb was sealed. The guards were posted. The disciples were scattered and weeping. From every observable angle, the story was over. Saturday was not dramatic, it was just quiet. And that silence felt like the verdict.
But God’s silence is never his absence.
This is one of his most consistent signatures across Scripture. Joseph rotted in an Egyptian prison for years between the dream and the throne.
Israel spent four centuries under Pharaoh’s whip between the covenant and the exodus.
Lazarus lay four days dead while Jesus, who had heard the news and deliberately waited, finally arrived to a grieving family asking why he had not come sooner.
The pattern is unbroken, God operates in the gap between promise and fulfillment, and that gap while appearing like inactivity, is actually just invisibility.
The three day wait was not a concession to time, it was a proclamation through time. In the ancient world, day three was the threshold of undeniable death. A 30-second resurrection looks like a medical fluke. A day-three resurrection slams the door. It proves the grave was truly locked before God kicked it open.
And the timing was prophetic to the letter, the sign of Jonah, the temple rebuilt in three days, Isaiah’s suffering servant assigned a grave. God does not cancel his own word. He fulfills it down to the schedule.
Interestingly, the disciples did not know Sunday was coming. They lived Saturday as though it were permanent.
Friday seemed like the final act to them. And that is exactly where many of us are right now. You received a word, a promise, a vision and then everything went quiet. You are living in Saturday, and Saturday feels like the story is over.
It is not over.
God’s activity and God’s visibility are not the same thing. What looks like a sealed tomb from the outside can be, from eternity’s vantage point, the most active moment in the history of your life. The enemy’s most determined act of sealing always becomes God’s most glorious setup for opening. The silence is not the verdict, it is gestation.
The waiting of Saturday has a shape. The silence has a purpose. And when God breaks it, He doesn’t just answer your question, He swallows it whole.
Sunday is coming. Hold on through Saturday.
This young man in this video has now been presumed dead and is buried by his family.
The barbaric murderous terrorists in this video extorted 10 million Naira from his family and they still went ahead to kill him even after the family paid.
These are the animals that Nigerian government officials call “brothers”.
"Absolute real-time transmission is possible. INEC should partner with Starlink for remote connectivity. With INEC’s 2026 budget at ₦1.01 trillion, there are zero excuses." -Senator Natasha Akpoti.
Probably one of the only few persons in the entire senate with a working brain.
Someone is just recovering from hangover of yesterday after many bottles and glasses of alcohol.
They will make a mistake of going into the shower to have a hot water bath.
DO NOT DO IT. DO NOT TRY IT.
Taking a hot water bath with alcohol in your system can make you drop dead.
Repost. Retweet. Help save a life.
The moment the forgery and manipulation of the tax documents became an open public conversation, the FIRS building conveniently caught fire.
We really do not fully appreciate yet the dangerous desperate viciousness of the brutal stonecold criminals we have in government today.
Today is Sunday.
Please take one minute to say a prayer and to lend your voice to the wife of this christian pastor.
They were both kidnapped 30days ago,
Her husband was slaughtered already by the barbaric Islamist terrorists. She is still in captivity. She has two little kids.
#PrayForMrsAchi #FreeMrsAchi
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My people, you don ever try log in before? Password get ten characters, you type nine correct but miss just one, access denied!
No be say the system wicked, na because password no dey accept wayo. E dey precise.
Life na the same way. Effort no be key, emotions no dey open destiny. E no matter how you cry, destiny no dey answer tears, na accuracy e dey respect.
Na why you go see man dey hustle like Jackie, sweat like Christmas goat, still door no open. No be say him no try, na because him never sabi the full password.
You dey find greatness? My brother, greatness no be yeye cruise. E get him fine print: consistency, patience, timing, strategy. Sometimes na things wey no even look like assignment you go learn.
Look snipers, him no just fire anyhow. Him dey study wind, regulate breath, calm body. One bullet, one story. Na precision be that.
So if you dey knock the door of success and e still dey bounce you, relax. No mean say you fail. E fit mean say na just one missing character dey block you.
So abeg, no stop to learn, no stop to sharpen yourself. Because success no dey follow noise, na correct alignment dey open destiny.
As dem dey talk for street: hustle without sense na punishment, but hustle with precision na jackpot.
@AreaFada
Peter Obi has gone to see Aare Afe Babalola in Ekiti State today. He has also gone to the Ekiti prison facility where Dele Farotimi is being imprisoned.
Earlier today, Dele Farotimi was paraded like a common criminal in handcuffs while he was being taken to court.
Nigerian Criminal Justice system - sadly confirming itself a display of national disgrace.
Today we remember Deborah Emmanuel, she was st0ned and b🔥rnt to d€ath on the campus of Shehu Shagari Teachers College because she was allegedly to had blasphemed against the Prophet Mohammed.
Justice has still not been served.
Rest in peace 🪦 🕊️
Fisayo Soyombo has just shared the story of how the Nigerian Army kidnapped him for 3days during his undercover investigation into oil bunkering in Port Harcourt.
Please watch this video here:
Good morning, @customsNG.
The three men you see in this video were involved in alerting your men to the smuggled rice and petrol seized by your men overnight last Tuesday to Wednesday in Oja-Odan.
Can you then explain how the identities of these men who tipped you off about the crime became known to smugglers, consequently earning them the beating of their lives?
What does it say about your supposed anti-smuggling war that tipping you off is no different from tipping smugglers off?
Who are the Customs officers who snitched on their colleagues and on these men?
Will you ever find the thugs who dehumanised and tortured their fellow humans in this manner or will they go scot-free?
Not like we don’t know the answers; there’s a reason I rechristened you the Nigeria Customs Smuggling!
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