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@Orev_a One wrong move, and one person is dead. It shows how little things can become a big deal.
Ability to de-escalate tensions and situations is a very valuable skill.
@Szymansk_ii Boss pls move the the mic a bit farther. And if you can, do a little edit of the audio to cut down those harsh P sounds.
Valuable content but that sound is distracting.
Sound is 60% of every video.
Just an observation made with love. Thank you boss
@iamChigoo The snake only attacks when it feels threatened.
Problem is... You can't actual tell what wont make it feel threatened, even your ignorance or small ignorant action can be perceived as threat.
Moral lesson: No near snakes. Thank you
Nigeria Notebook #13
Nigerians can fill X, flood the streets and shut down the internet over one issue.
Then two weeks later, everyone has moved on.
That's not activism. That's venting.
Real change requires pressure that doesn't expire. And that's the one thing we haven't learned yet.
#NigeriaNotebook
Nigeria Notebook #12
Content creators have quietly become one of the biggest obstacles to change in Nigeria.
Not because they lie. But because they turn everything into content.
A massacre becomes a skit. A failed policy becomes a sound. A national crisis becomes a trending audio.
When everything is entertainment, nothing is serious. And nothing serious gets fixed.
#NigeriaNotebook
#StoriesByTee | Episode 1
SUNDAY MORNING
Nobody tells you about the morning after.
Everybody talks about the night. The tension, the first kiss, what happens when the lights go off. But nobody talks about waking up the next day and hearing someone in your kitchen like they belong there.
I lay there for a moment and just listened. He was making eggs. I could tell from the clanking, more clanking than eggs really require, and I smiled into my pillow before I even opened my eyes.
I checked myself. No panic. No regret creeping in from the corners. No part of me wishing he had left already. Just the smell of something warm and the sound of a man comfortable enough in my space to make breakfast without asking permission.
I got up and stood in the kitchen doorway.
He was in yesterday's shirt, focused on those eggs like they owed him something. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. No awkwardness. No performance. Just easy.
"Scrambled okay?" he asked.
"Scrambled is fine," I said.
I sat at my own kitchen table and watched him finish. We talked about small things. His drive home later. My afternoon plans. Whether the eggs needed more pepper. He said no. I added pepper anyway. He laughed and shook his head like I was impossible.
He plated the food. Set mine in front of me. Sat across from me and we ate together like it was something we had done before.
I kept thinking about the night before. The way he looked at me. The things he did slowly and deliberately like he had nowhere else to be. And then I looked at him now, sitting in my kitchen in yesterday's clothes, and I thought this part might actually be better than all of it.
Not the night. This.
The eggs. The easy quiet between sentences. The fact that he topped up my tea without me asking and did not even make a thing of it.
I want to tell you women only want the grand gestures. The flowers. The dinner reservations. And yes, we want those.
But what we remember, what we actually carry with us, is the man who stayed for breakfast and made it feel like the most natural thing in the world.
I was not in any hurry for him to leave.
He did not seem to be in any hurry either.
#MyRandomStories
@Maxy_019@renoomokri You see say you no get sense?
Cos if you had, you'd have known that the message was genealized for a reason. To make everyone get the message and not seem like a direct attack.
But No, you're blinded by sentiments that you find it difficult to comprehend a simple message.
Nigeria Notebook #11
In some parts of Nigeria, farmers pay bandits to access their own land.
The government calls it a security challenge.
The farmer calls it Tuesday.
#NigeriaNotebook
You're missing my point. Anal sex can cause complications like tears or infections, but those complications are not exclusive to anal sex. they can also result from childbirth injuries, trauma, surgery, inflammatory bowel disease, and other medical conditions.
More importantly, people generally don't die from the act itself; they die when a serious complication develops and is not treated in time. If this story is true, the fatal event was likely the untreated complication,not simply the fact that anal sex occurred.
It's like someone developing a complication after surgery. If that complication progresses because it isn't properly managed, we don't just say "the surgery killed them." The immediate cause of death is the complication. Likewise, saying she "died from anal sex" oversimplifies what likely happened and makes it sound as though anal sex automatically leads to those complications and death, which is not supported by medical evidence.