Iām speaking today not just out of frustration, but out of pain⦠real pain that comes from years of effort being taken away in moments.
This isnāt just about money. This is about time. This is about sacrifice. This is about discipline.
For years, I stayed in my lane. I worked. I built slowly. I didnāt cut corners, I didnāt follow the wrong path, and I didnāt depend on anyone to hand me anything. Every little amount I had, I earned it. I stacked it. I protected it.
That right thereāthat was my lifeās work.
And then one day, it was gone.
Not because I was careless. Not because I was reckless. But because someone, somewhere, decided they could take what wasnāt theirs and move it around like it meant nothing.
What hurts the most is not just the loss⦠itās watching it happen. Tracking it. Seeing it move from wallet to wallet like itās just numbers on a screenāwhen in reality, thatās years of someoneās life.
My life.
People talk about systems, about security, about accountability⦠but when something real happens, when someone actually loses something they worked for, it suddenly becomes silence. Delays. No clear answers.
We always say we want change. We say we want accountability. But when the moment comes to actually actāto step in, to trace, to stop itānothing happens.
So what does that tell us?
It tells us that weāre only loud when itās convenient. We only react when itās easy.
But I refuse to let this just be another quiet story.
Iām speaking because this matters. Because behind every ātransactionā is a person. Behind every āwalletā is someoneās effort, someoneās sleepless nights, someoneās discipline.
I am not a fraudster. I am not someone who took shortcuts. I built what I had the right way, step by step, over years.
And I deserve to be heard.
This is bigger than me. Because if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone who is just trying to do things right.
So Iām not staying silent.
Iām speaking so that someone listens.
Iām speaking so that someone acts.
And Iām speaking so that this doesnāt keep happening without consequence.
Because at the end of the day, all weāre asking for⦠is accountability
@officialEFCC@PoliceNG@Verydakman_@ruffydfire@AishaYesufu@tunngy
lol na @official_Gegeh de top for distraction content now, if you observe @Verydakman_ he ma struggling with his distraction content. Patterns are irrefutable.
Itās easy to keep the naija population docile with distractive & much like irrelevant contents. Nigerians have proved me right on numerous occasions.
If you truly want to be seen as someone who stands with the people who look up to you, then call for a week-long peaceful march demanding the release of Mazi Nnamdi Kanu and speaking out against what you believe is his unjust detention.
And remember, Ndigbo donāt have to be part of the march. Theyāre the bereaved. If youāre genuinely fighting for justice, then you and those who claim to stand for justice should be the ones showing up, asking Ndigbo to join is a death trap. We have seen patterns play. Otherwise, some of you are irrelevant to our struggles.
Iām not a bigot, Iām not a politician, Iām a an agitator & premotionist
I am going to leave this here. My family are really weird. The older sister is the witch claiming to be the head of the family and looking for who to eliminate that does okay her way
I think there a plan to get me outta the way in my house, to get rid of me. After years of deprivation and making sure I donāt attend education and anything whatsoever. They did succeed though, but the new plan I think is to eliminate me. The pattern Iām observant of now. Each time I call out a discrepancy, my mother will hit a prayer mood, just to throw me off, so I donāt think how would a pastor woman be capable of what I observed, they will make it sound like youāre crazy. For example each time I go out to buy garri, as I canāt let my mother feed me, Iām 40+, she would be like āwhy buy garri, thereās some in the shopā, this woman is someone when we were growing up she hides food, she keeps away anything you might want or need to use to feed, even as little as ice cream. When you say please can you give me this or that, she start flaring and make derogatory statements just to demoralize you, that same person be asking me why I went to buy garri when she has. So recently I was too broke and I snok to get the garri from the shop. I made it and it didnāt smell well or look well after I made it. I ate it and I felt some kinda way that day, I drank lots of oil and alligator pepper. I got scared and didnāt eat just to watch myself. The next day I did a fasting and got free a little.
Then I went to buy garri and she asked, I do have garri why did you buy, I told her āI donāt want your garri, I donāt know what you put in it, and stop asking me why I went to buy garri next time againā. She panicked and started a prayer session in the houses hours later, itās how they do to throw you off so when you react people will not believe because they pray and are a pastor and go to church.
I think my mother and my older sister are the problem and I hope God takes p them sooner else they will make sure I donāt survive.
For the past 115-20yrs of my life, no one have ever been good to me whether consciously or unconsciously. No one has ever been nice to me, not even my mother.
Recently I feel they're trying to get rid of me cos I won't give up no matter how much they throw at me. My elder sister whose had a failed marriage and have never married afterwards have been an architect to my parents refusal to sponsor my education. Now she know I never take what she gave me, now she's trying to get my mom to do it. Wow. My mom can never give you food, if she ever does, there's no protein and it's an old soup. My mom have never served me n matter my age. Now she's serving me food in flasks and trying to get in my food side, so they can get rid of me.
I can't afford to buy food outside due to my recent financial crippleness. I think they're going to use that. But I will keep posting every meal, if I ever get any from them I hope someone important reads this
@instablog9ja Show off, those are empty cartons or expire dog food out in those to make it seem like itās drugs. These shitheads have thier own dealers
If learned people listen to this and still go to you churches and it branches, it means theyāre complicit and are gaining much from people gathering. I told you to dissolve all churches and make our shrines and trado worship essentially compulsory and see if idiots like Reno Tinubu the dunderhead First Lady will say advanced people to go fry akara and kulikuli. And people are just yapping and not actually acting. Shows how ball less many people are, theyāre just shithead content creators. Thats why we have dumbos like Carter and the rest
Unpopular opinion, VDM is a plant. Peter Obi isnāt going to save you. If you want an actual leader, demand the release of Mazi Nnamdi Kanu and then install him in power. Whether you are RATEL or REVOLUTION NOW, show us youāre not on the gov payroll, prove yall not content creators deceiving Nigerians. I know We have more foolish Nigerians than we have intelligent ones, this is why people like VDM and Sowore have followers, shows we have less thinkers than actual thinkers
I keep having this thoughts that I would be forced to commit suicide. First I would be deprived from attending decent education, so I can't use a degree when I'm broke. Every work I tried to learn, it's either I get sent away it can afford to continue. Played fair sold my stuffs to get stocks going, I have Bren trying to do well and everything got wiped away. Now I'm trapped in 45yrs, nothing, all my capital gone, nothing left for me to state or do anything with. I'm so frustrated I'm thinking this is for me.
I think everything that's been against me have succeeded and have over powered God power in my life
If I walk towards the light, please I don't want to meet anyone I met In this life, yes I mean no one. Yes I made a thorough think through. Everyone I have literally met or encountered have never helped me genuinely. Finding this out this way scares me. All I wanted was to be successful without stepping on toes
I keep having this thoughts that I would be forced to commit suicide. First I would be deprived from attending decent education, so I can't use a degree when I'm broke. Every work I tried to learn, it's either I get sent away it can afford to continue. Played fair sold my stuffs to get stocks going, I have Bren trying to do well and everything got wiped away. Now I'm trapped in 45yrs, nothing, all my capital gone, nothing left for me to state or do anything with. I'm so frustrated I'm thinking this is for me.
I think everything that's been against me have succeeded and have over powered God power in my life
If I walk towards the light, please I don't want to meet anyone I met In this life, yes I mean no one. Yes I made a thorough think through. Everyone I have literally met or encountered have never helped me genuinely. Finding this out this way scares me. All I wanted was to be successful without stepping on toes
My Dan died and I have friend to fix this car but my mom stood in the way. At first I understand they think I wanted to sell it in the guise to repair.
Turns out I fixed the four(4) tires and got it moving. On testing my mom called my older brother Emeka, the shithead is in Abuja. He now started talk and accusing me of speaking down and oppression g my mom so I can over power and sell the car to smoke or whatever thier shithead thoughts fed them .
Even a boysquater that they refused to fix but put dirty use empty water bottles and loiter the places I tied to build and fix it and my mom tied the stop the workers almost like she knows I was building it incase I had issues with I rent. Now I have issues and I have to squat here. So take for Instance I did t fix it, I'd be in the streets today.
I have the worse family as they're are making sure I don't ascertain my focus. I gathered my life and moved to Abuja, when I got there, my elder brother asked me where I'm coming, who house, if it's his, I can find my way cos he's got to space.
I left him and thrived only for him to tell people I'm his responsibility. Someone that barely calls me. I told the shithead that people are stealing my power from the metre, I also reported to the authorities only for my brother to tell them to evict me cos I'm making trouble
He's doing it because he feels like always I'd be fed up, give him all my property and cars and return to Lagos to start again. It has been happening repeatedly.
This time I said no and I moved my stuff with, since the hatred have increase. If anything bad happens to me, my mother, elder sister Ada and Elder brother Emeks knows about it and they should be investigated
Iām speaking today not just out of frustration, but out of pain⦠real pain that comes from years of effort being taken away in moments.
This isnāt just about money. This is about time. This is about sacrifice. This is about discipline.
For years, I stayed in my lane. I worked. I built slowly. I didnāt cut corners, I didnāt follow the wrong path, and I didnāt depend on anyone to hand me anything. Every little amount I had, I earned it. I stacked it. I protected it.
That right thereāthat was my lifeās work.
And then one day, it was gone.
Not because I was careless. Not because I was reckless. But because someone, somewhere, decided they could take what wasnāt theirs and move it around like it meant nothing.
What hurts the most is not just the loss⦠itās watching it happen. Tracking it. Seeing it move from wallet to wallet like itās just numbers on a screenāwhen in reality, thatās years of someoneās life.
My life.
People talk about systems, about security, about accountability⦠but when something real happens, when someone actually loses something they worked for, it suddenly becomes silence. Delays. No clear answers.
We always say we want change. We say we want accountability. But when the moment comes to actually actāto step in, to trace, to stop itānothing happens.
So what does that tell us?
It tells us that weāre only loud when itās convenient. We only react when itās easy.
But I refuse to let this just be another quiet story.
Iām speaking because this matters. Because behind every ātransactionā is a person. Behind every āwalletā is someoneās effort, someoneās sleepless nights, someoneās discipline.
I am not a fraudster. I am not someone who took shortcuts. I built what I had the right way, step by step, over years.
And I deserve to be heard.
This is bigger than me. Because if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone who is just trying to do things right.
So Iām not staying silent.
Iām speaking so that someone listens.
Iām speaking so that someone acts.
And Iām speaking so that this doesnāt keep happening without consequence.
Because at the end of the day, all weāre asking for⦠is accountability
@officialEFCC@PoliceNG@Verydakman_@ruffydfire@AishaYesufu@tunngy