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A Nigerian man living in the UK has gone viral after sharing a hilarious exchange with his wife (main applicant), who jokingly questioned why her dependent husband hadn’t prepared breakfast for her. 😂
“The issue of taking Kenneth Okonkwo to court wouldn’t have arisen if he had stopped at those allegations. But he claimed he still has more he would expose about me in the future. So I am very happy to take him to court so that he can expose me publicly, alongside other Nigerians. If any of them has any crim!nal allegations against me, they should bring it to court.”
— NDC presidential candidate, Mr Peter Obi.
You can track and arrest a citizen who did a fake voice of the President while there are 40+ children in the den of kidnappers for over a week, and you come on social media to brag about a fvcking arrest??!! This is the most useless tone deaf out of touch with reality government I’ve ever seen in my life. They do not rate us one bit and it’s so fucking sad that there are people who still defend this nonsense every single day.
The realest, most honest advice I've heard in recent times. May God richly bless this young journalist.
Imagine telling the whole country to fast 100 days for peace to happen.
This "so called" men of God must really think everyone is d^ft.
David sits in his car. The engine is off, but he hasn't moved for ten minutes.
He is parked in the driveway of the house he pays for, staring at the front door. Inside, the lights are warm. He can see the silhouette of his wife, Sarah, moving in the kitchen. He can see his daughter watching TV. It looks like a perfect life.
But David isn't soaking it in. He is hyperventilating.
He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He is taking these ten minutes to put the "mask" back on.
At work today, he lost a major client. The company is downsizing. He might not have a job in three months. The panic is a physical weight on his chest, crushing his lungs. He wants to walk inside, fall into Sarah’s arms, and say, "I’m scared. I don’t know if I can keep holding this up. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay."
But he doesn't.
He remembers three years ago. His mother died. He broke down in front of Sarah. He cried. Really cried. He saw the look in her eyes shift. From comfort to fear.
The "Rock" had crumbled, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. The attraction faded for months.
He learned his lesson: He is allowed to be sad, but he is not allowed to be helpless.
So, in the darkness of the driveway, David swallows the panic. He fixes his tie. He checks his reflection in the rearview mirror and practices the smile. The "I'm fine" smile.
He opens the car door and walks inside.
"Hey, honey! You're late," Sarah says, not looking up from her phone. "Did you remember to transfer the tuition fees? The school sent a reminder."
She didn't bother to ask how he is.
"Yeah, I did it," David says, kissing her cheek. She accepts the kiss, but she doesn't lean into it. That moment, he felt like he is just part of the furniture. A utility provider that keeps the lights on.
Later that night, in bed, David reaches out. He runs his hand down her arm, starving for a touch that isn't transactional. He just wants to feel desired. He wants to know he matters.
Sarah sighs. A heavy, annoyed sigh. "David, I'm exhausted. The kids were a nightmare today. Can we just sleep?"
He pulls his hand back immediately, humiliated. The "Beggar Dynamic" kicks in. He feels gross for even asking. He turns his back to her, staring at the wall.
Lying there, in the house he built, next to the woman he loves, David realizes the terrifying truth:
If he died tomorrow, they would miss him.
But if he went broke tomorrow, hmm...
He realizes he isn't loved unconditionally like his daughter or the dog. He is on a performance contract. As long as the payments clear, he is allowed to stay.
He closes his eyes. The panic returns. But he stays silent.
Because the only safe space he has left is inside his own head.
The Ogun State Government & @DapoAbiodunCON are allowing lead recycling plants, infecting an entire community with lead poisoning, to exist, unregulated.
Every single day, we get to ask this rhetorical question:
What is the worth of a Nigerian life?