Reminder that as the world watches the world cup, the actual world is burning.
Gaza is still being wiped out, with even the Egyptian representative who was organizing the watch parties murdered by Israel in what appears to be a sick form of retaliation for the coach of the national team holding up the flag and cause of Palestine at the world cup. Lebanon is still under attack and an expanding occupation. And another round of stupidity and recklessness of the Iran war is now going to lead to even more casualties. All along, so many of the African nations, even if represented on the field, carry the weight of generations of exploitation.
Just be careful not to let the spectacle make you forget the suffering, the silenced, and the systems that keep crushing them.
May Allah keep our hearts awake, our eyes open, and our actions guided. May He protect the innocent and oppressed all around, and make an example of their oppressors. Ameen
Nothing anyone will say to defend dark romance will change the fact that, at its very core, it is all about the fetishization of violence against women (in different forms of course).
"Explain why disciplinary action should not be taken against you for absenting yourself from Tuesday's evening games."
While people online are busy blaming a dead 25-year-old doctor for "not taking his health seriously" or claiming he didn't follow due process, this is the actual reality Dr. Wisdom Oghenetega faced at the Military Hospital in Port Harcourt.
A formal query. Signed by a Lieutenant.
Tega was actively deteriorating and fighting for his life, but the administration was more concerned about his "ability to function under constituted authority." This is the toxic, militarized chokehold Tega was trapped in.
The narrative that he ignored his own health is absolute gaslighting. Tega did not neglect himself; he was actively blocked, questioned, and pressured by a rigid administrative system while trying to manage his illness.
This was the query he received. See his official response attached below. 👇
I would really like AI to not be integrated into every app, every search engine, every customer service call. It makes the user experience so unpleasant.
"A citizen was rushing his pregnant neighbor, who was in active labor, to the hospital on a motorcycle. Instead of helping or escorting them, Awada police officers stopped him, ignored the emergency, and seized his bike. After returning with complete and valid vehicle documents, they still made him pay ₦20,000 before releasing it."
—Kasie calls out the Nigeria Police as he shares a video alleging officers extorted ₦20,000 from an okada rider.
• Canicule ? Les violences conjugales augmentent
• L'équipe préférée de monsieur perd? Les violences conjugales augmentent
• Une guerre éclate? Les violences sexuelles et sexistes augmentent
• Une catastrophe climatique se déroule? Les violences sexuelles et sexistes augmentent
Donc qu'est-ce qu'on peut conclure? Que la chaleur, la défaite sportive, la guerre, la catastrophe climatique sont des prétextes ET des occasions où la violence structurelle déjà là s'exprime encore plus fort.
Et ce sont toujours les femmes qui encaissent. Le corps des femmes reste littéralement la variable d'ajustement de toutes les instabilités masculines (climatiques, sportives, géopolitiques, économiques)
It was an unfortunate morning in April 2020;
Sadiq, my 15-year-old cousin, came out of the house to open the gate for his father to leave for work. After his father drove off, Sadiq closed the gate. At that moment, his friend Muhammad, who was 18 years old and lived nearby, approached him and asked him to come see something at their house. Sadiq agreed and followed him. That was the last time anyone saw him alive.
Muhammad reportedly struck Sadiq on the head and tied him up. A few days later, news spread that Sadiq had been kidnapped, and the abductors were demanding a ransom of 5 million naira. The money was paid in cash.
Throughout this period, Muhammad sat with our family, mourning and praying for Sadiq’s safe return. He even spoke about the pigeons they shared, saying he could not wait for Sadiq to come back so he could give him his share.
Days passed without Sadiq’s release. The kidnappers instructed my uncle to pick him up at a location 15 kilometres away. When my uncle arrived, nothing was there. It was later suspected that he too had been targeted, and he narrowly escaped.
Afterwards, another call came demanding an additional 500,000 naira. In a fateful mistake, the caller sent his bank account details. The money was transferred, and investigations, surprisingly, traced the account directly to Muhammad.
Security personnel began searching for him and eventually apprehended him at Yankari Game Reserve in Bauchi, where he was relaxing and chilling with his friends with the ransom money. He was heavily high on drugs and had to be hospitalised. During interrogation, he implicated two of our cousins, who were arrested and remanded in custody.
The revelation tore our family apart. Relationships were shattered,
some remain broken to this day, even after it was confirmed that the cousins were not involved.
It was later discovered that Muhammad had killed Sadiq shortly after abducting him even before collecting ransom. He struck him, slaughtered him, and buried his body in a field within their compound. When my family and authorities dug up the site, Sadiq’s remains had already begun to decompose. What was recovered was placed in a leather bag. We performed his Janazah and buried him at the graveyard.
Tensions escalated. Our family wanted to burn down Muhammad’s house, but the police intervened. The government deployed two to three police Hilux vehicles with barricades to guard the property.
The governor, his wife, and several prominent figures visited to offer condolences and promised that justice would be served, promises that proved empty.
Muhammad had used the ransom money to buy a car, phones for his friends, and to flaunt his newfound wealth.
The case dragged on while my uncle’s once-happy home lay in ruins. A successful and lively doctor, he lost his spark. Both he and his wife fell ill. Their firstborn son had to be sent abroad to study to escape the trauma. His mother suffered a partial stroke, and some of the children were moved to boarding school.
Threats followed. My uncle received warnings that if he did not drop the case, he would be killed. Letters were slipped into his car. He became withdrawn and numb, avoided people, and eventually left the state for work elsewhere. He wanted to sell the family house and move, but it was too large and expensive to attract buyers easily. He was forced to remain there, constantly seeing the killer’s house heavily guarded by police just nearby. Life became miserable and depressing for him, and us, the family in general.
As time passed, the case continued. Muhammad was granted bail and walked freely as if nothing had happened. His family, leveraging their connections, allegedly worked tirelessly to shield him from punishment. His father held a position in the administration and came from the same political axis as the governor, which explained it all.
Muhammad grew arrogant. He once splashed water on my uncle while driving past him in the area.
It wasn’t hearsay, we saw the video. He was licking the young girl’s fingers and forcing his body on her.
He was convicted and sentenced, not just suspected. The judge saw him as someone to be sent to prison and off he went.
This is who they are giving chieftaincy title. Shocking
“Amenya, your hair is fine and long, how long have you carried it?”
“3 years and 6 months”
“So what will you do if your husband says he doesn’t like your hair and you should cut it?”
Question from a mumu Nigerian citizen.
Overextending yourself for people and making their emergencies your own emergency doesn’t make you more loved; it makes you more used. Trust me, they’d be fine without you. Being kind is powerful. Being kind without boundaries is exhausting.