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[Dr Lade ツ @Muuchinto]

It’s my Birthday 🎉🎊🥳 #june21baby

[NEON ADEJO @NeonAdejo]

My gift is not for hiding
My gift is not meant to sit in one place
My gift is not just for me, but for the world
From henceforth, they will know me.
The world will hear me
I have received divine grace for global visibility
Like Lazarus, I come forth
The global giant in me comes forth
I impact the world with my gift
Kings patronize me. Presidents patronize me
I refuse to play small
I refuse to be just a local champion
I refuse to settle for less
I dine with kings and great men
Type AMEN if this is strongly for you

[Esperanza @Jaachi_light]

I saved for months to attend a Christian conference where my favorite preacher was ministering.

Not just any seat.
Front row.
Close enough to hear every word clearly.

Before the session started, a lady tapped my shoulder.

“Hi,” she smiled softly. “My church group is seated here, but my ticket is for the overflow hall downstairs.

Would you mind swapping with me?”

I looked at her badge, then mine.

“I’m really sorry,” I said kindly, “but I sacrificed a lot to be here.”

Her expression changed immediately.

She turned to her friends and said loudly,
“Imagine coming to a Christian gathering and refusing to show love.”

Another girl added,
“We’re believers.

Why are Christians so selfish these days?”

I stayed quiet for a moment, then replied gently:

“If giving away a seat is the loving thing to do, why doesn’t one of you swap with her and sit downstairs?”

Silence.

Nobody moved.

Nobody volunteered.

And in that moment, I learned something important:

Many people admire sacrifice when it costs someone else.

But wisdom is knowing that saying “no” does not make you less like Christ.

[Lady Lawya @Parkerlawyer]

In 1998, I was fired from my corporate job while 9 months pregnant because and I quote, “my priorities would be elsewhere after the baby is born.”

The lawyer I hired told me I didn’t have a case because discrimination like “that” was almost impossible to prove.

So I got pissed.

Took the LSAT. Went to law school. Passed the bar. Had 3 more kids.

Twelve years later, another woman from that same company was fired for the same reason. She sued them for a million dollars, and won, partly because I had kept every piece of evidence from what happened to me years prior demonstrating a systemic pattern of discrimination against women.

That company no longer exists. My law practice is thriving. And that baby they said would derail my priorities? She’s a brilliant attorney now working at my firm.

Turns out my priorities were indeed, elsewhere.

[Dr Lade ツ @Muuchinto]

My Lover❤️❤️

Subscription renewed😘

[NEON ADEJO @NeonAdejo]

Two years ago today, the most beautiful woman in the world said “I do” to me.

The best decision I’ve ever made.

Thank you, baby @Muuchinto, for two years of peace, grace, and growth.

J and I love you forever ❤️

[NEON ADEJO @NeonAdejo]

Two years ago today, the most beautiful woman in the world said “I do” to me.

The best decision I’ve ever made.

Thank you, baby @Muuchinto, for two years of peace, grace, and growth.

J and I love you forever ❤️

[NEON ADEJO @NeonAdejo]

I keep staring at these pictures asking myself, is this really my mom?
Life tried her early, deeply, unfairly.
But she never broke. Never stopped. Never chose herself over her children.
No sleep. No rest. Just sacrifice, again and again.
She even gave up her own education so her siblings could have one.
Her joy was in watching others win.
And through it all, she kept believing. She kept pushing. She kept loving.
This is what strength looks like.
A mother who never gave up, not even for a second.

Take your flowers, Mom 🌺 ❤️

[NEON ADEJO @NeonAdejo]

I’m looking for a highly skilled Christian graphic designer in Nigeria for a consistent, long-term workflow.

[Deborah Ocheido @d_ocheido]

A few weeks ago someone gave my husband moose meat

(Yeah google moose to see what the animal looks like).

Man brought it home and said we should try it. I told him there was no way my Nigerian tongue would caught near moose meat.

My husband decided to make stew with it. When he started frying it, I nearly puked. It had this distinct flavour that was so alien

For days I did not even want to use the same pot to cook.

So we just dumped it in the freezer. Oga kept begging me to cook moose meat. I said “nahhh fam”

Weirdly, my husband loved it and kept cooking it for himself. Another time he made stew and put his moose in one corner of the pot while I ate my regular chicken.

One tiny piece of moose found it’s way on top my rice. This time, it did not taste or smell as bad

Another time, another piece of moose entered my plate. Not only did it not taste bad, it actually tasted beefy to me

My beloved brothers and sisters in Christ, guess who went to the freezer to use the remaining moose to make stew some days ago?

Yup, me!

And this is my way of reminding you dear child of God that when you keep allowing things that you know don’t please God around you, you’ll be amazed at how much you can adjust to start doing things you swore you would never do

Like me, you can go from being nauseated by moose meat one day and using it to make stew the next.

The command is to “flee”

Not adjust

Not tolerate

Not say cook your own one side and let me cook on the other side

The Bible says flee

Your no stronger than Samson o

Blessings!

[tobi @tobilisic]

the thing about mirroring people’s behaviour (back to them) is that they still won’t recognize themselves in it. they’ll only focus on what you’re doing to them—even though it’s exactly what they’ve done to you.

[RAWSHIELD @Rashnaking]

Nigeria is a reflection of the people in it.

Someone shot his shot at Victor Osimhen for a jersey and even tagged a vendor.
Osimhen saw it and said he’d personally send one.

Then told the vendor to add 15 more jerseys for others.

-That’s where it got interesting.-

Immediately money entered, the story changed.

The vendor suddenly said Osimhen told him to share it himself.

He claimed he had already picked 15 people.

—Then it got worse—
He called the same person who brought him the business a scam.

From there, he tried to “negotiate”:
7 for the guy, 8 for himself.
Greed, plain and simple.

The guy refused and asked for all 15 jerseys as instructed.

—Next thing—

The vendor switched again.
Said the post was “stolen” and brought another person to justify it.

—Now here’s the real problem—
Instead of people calling out the wrong,
they started defending it.

“Make una settle.”
“Na just jersey.”
“Let it go.”

- Someone even offered to pay extra, 
rewarding bad behavior.

And that’s when it becomes clear:
We are not different from the people we complain about in power.

—This is how it starts—

small compromise, small dishonesty, small defense of wrong.

Nigeria didn’t just become this way overnight.

We built it, little by little, with everyday actions like this.

Truth is, many people are only “good” because they’ve not had the opportunity to do worse.

One day, we will have an honest conversation about the double standards on this TL.

One day.

[Salt and Light✨ @thearikesamuel]

Outfits I wore in March ✨

[smv @slimvnsn]

There was a woman who sold rice and stew outside my office building on Broad Street. Every day for 4 years. Big pot. Blue plastic chairs. She knew everyone's order before they reached her table.

Her name was Mama Chidi.

Mine was the last plate before she packed up. 1:45pm. Every day without fail she'd see me coming and start dishing before I even sat down. Extra meat. Never charged me for it. I asked her once why.

She said I looked like someone who skipped breakfast.

She was right every time.

2019 she stopped showing up. No warning. Just gone. I asked around. Nobody knew anything. I switched to a restaurant down the road. More expensive. Smaller portions. Spent 4 years just quietly missing a plate of rice I never properly appreciated.

Last month my colleague forwarded a Twitter post into our work group.

A young guy. Maybe 25. Saying his mother used to sell food on Broad Street before she had a stroke in 2019 that took her left side. That she was recovering but kept asking about her regulars. That she cried one day saying she never got to say goodbye to any of them.

I DM'd him immediately.

He called me 10 minutes later.

She was sitting right next to him.

I heard her voice through the phone. Slower than I remembered. But she laughed when he told her who it was.

She said she always saved my plate last because quiet people need someone looking out for them.

I visited her in Mushin on Saturday. She can't stand long anymore. But she sat up straight in that chair and watched me eat everything she'd made.

Didn't let me leave without packing food for the road.

Some people just decide to take care of you. Before you even know you need it.

[Phiona Kyeru @kyeruphiona]

My friend flew back to the UK yesterday..
No airport photos. No farewell party. Just an evening flight out of Entebbe, touching down in the UK around 7am — quietly, like she was never really here.
A year ago, she went home buzzing with hope. London had ground her down. The cold, the loneliness, the bills that never stopped. She missed Kampala. The noise, the warmth, the feeling of belonging somewhere. I understood that feeling — I'm still here in the UK myself, and some days Uganda feels like the only answer.
But missing home and actually living in it are two different things.
The power cuts hit first. She'd be working and the lights would just vanish. Not for an hour — for two days. No warning, no reason given. Then Entebbe Road started stealing her mornings. Out of the house at 5am, sitting in traffic until 9, already tired before anything had even started.
Then a boda-boda knocked into her. Clearly his fault. But she looked like she had money, so the crowd had already made up their mind. The police weren't much better — they looked at her and saw an opportunity, not a victim. Every conversation had an invisible price attached to it... nobody looked at what actually happened — they just looked at her and saw a transaction. Every conversation came with a price tag.
She tried to start something small in Kikuubo. People took advantage. Faces she trusted disappeared with her money. The jobs she interviewed for offered salaries that couldn't cover her basics — like her years of experience abroad counted for nothing.
Then came the family pressure. The same people who celebrated her return started knocking every day. And when the money wasn't there, the comments started:
"So UK didn't work out?" UK yakulema ehhhh
"You came back for this?"
That hit differently. Because in London, yes — she was lonely. I know that loneliness too. But it's a straightforward loneliness. In Kampala she was surrounded by people and somehow felt more alone, because most of them only saw what she could give them.
So she left. No big goodbye. Just packed her bags and got on that evening flight. Back to the cold, back to the struggle — but at least it's a struggle with some order to it. At least you know where you stand.
I'm not saying this to attack Uganda. I say it as someone who is also sitting in the UK, also missing home, also wondering if the grass is actually greener or if I'm just tired of winter.
Most of us who leave don't stop loving home. We just get honest about what home is asking us to carry.
So before you judge someone for going back — or for never leaving — just know the decision is never simple.

[Freyy @Freyy_is]

i actually think “surface-level” friendships are very healthy. not everyone in your life has to be your ride-or-die. some friends are for the gym. some friends are for church. some are just for complaining about work or bureaucracy. when you stop expecting everyone to be your everything, the disappointment disappears. the deep conversations are for the 2–3 people closest to you.

[Jesse Jagz Abaga @Jessejagz]

If you knew what Nigerian doctors earn monthly, you’d wonder why any of them still go to work.

[Salt and Light✨ @thearikesamuel]

SALTY ✨

Happy Sunday.💐

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[NEON ADEJO @NeonAdejo]

BUSINESS OWNERS, THIS IS FOR YOU:
Lord, thank You for grace and mercy
The biggest opportunities in my industry are now opened to me
I no longer chase opportunities, opportunities pursue me
Endorsements that make a lasting difference locate me
Referrals that transform lives come to me
Timing and policies work for me
I have entered a new dimension, a supernatural shift
Whatever makes business difficult is far from mine
I receive bookings upon bookings, customers upon customers, and deals upon deals
Type AMEN if this is for you🙏

[Dr Lade ツ @Muuchinto]

@TeamYouTube @binbruno7 Hello @TeamYouTube , I need help recovering my Google account. I’ve tried all suggestions and can’t get logged in.

[Dr Lade ツ @Muuchinto]

@TeamYouTube please I need help in recovering my mums google account! All attempts have been unsuccessful. Can I send a dm please?

[Nathaniel Bassey @nathanielblow]

YOU ARE GOING FROM
PAINFUL TO JOYFUL! In Jesus’ name !