STOP ASKING YOUR PARTNER, “HOW WAS YOUR DAY?”
They’ll probably just say, “Good.”
A couples therapist once suggested replacing that question with these four:
“I don’t care whether he wins or not. I’ll campaign hard for Peter Obi because I want to know that I stood for what is right and did my part. We are tired.”
— Tunde Ednut
🗣️ Jay-Jay Okocha: “When I met Messi, I was stunned because he recognised me!” He called me by my name: ‘Hey Jay!’. I said ‘Hello Messi!’.
Then I turned to Suarez, who was with him to translate, and I asked him: ‘I didn’t play in your generation, how do you know me?’.
Messi answered me himself before translating: “I know you well.” I saw you play with Ronaldinho in Paris. You were a real star, and Ronaldinho himself adored you and talked about you in Barcelona!”
Funke Akindele standing on the right side of history😂 Serving pure rich aunty energy while stepping strictly to Wizkid and Wande Coal’s "Oshe." Real recognize real🔥
"If Tinubu wanted to take Osun, he would have taken it. I was assaulted and harassed out of office as Governor by federal might and Seyi Makinde's running mate did that evil job as DSS boss."- Oshokomole himself, Ayo Fayose today on TVC.
Peter Obi.
There is a strange thing happening in Nigeria. A quiet man, unpolished in speech, has become louder than every microphone raised against him.
He doesn’t speak queen’s English. He is not an orator. But when he opens his mouth, something ancient in the Nigerian spirit stirs, because real recognizes real. He speaks the way a father speaks to his children when NEPA fails and there’s nothing left to perform: plainly, urgently, truthfully.
A billionaire, yes. But somehow, impossibly, he feels the pulse of the hawker in Kano, the graduate without a job in Enugu, massacre survivors in Benue, the okada rider dodging potholes in Lagos. The poor recognize him not because he pretends to be poor, but because he refuses to pretend they don’t exist.
The ruling class doesn’t know what to do with him. They cannot buy his silence. They cannot bury him in scandal that sticks. They cannot shrink his profile, at home or abroad, no matter how many microphones they hand to his critics. And when they attack him online, millions rise before he even has to speak, an organic army he never had to build, from every tribe and tongue, because you cannot manufacture what people give freely.
He is not perfect. He is not the messiah some have made him. But he is proof that a nation this bruised can still recognize sincerity when it sees it, still reach for hope when it’s offered honestly.
And by the grace of God, and the vigilance of long-suffering Nigerians who refuse to look away, he will be Nigeria’s next President and Commander-in-Chief, Peter Obi.