Sam-Eze Chidera

Environmentalist. Photographer by day, blood hunter per sec @Safespace IG:samezechidera

[Tamale @256Rootyherman]

Me in a Math paper:

Therefore, the baby was 47 yrs old

[tom @tomiezequiel15]

la foto en el libro // la foto en el examen

[TheHost @TheHost_]

My cashier at Walmart was an older black woman who called me honey unprompted and then when I mentioned that I was making broccoli cheese soup asked me for the recipe. I pulled it up on my phone and asked her if she wanted me to text it to her, etc.

"Oh no honey I don't do all that mess, here."

She pointedly hands me a ballpoint pen and some blank receipt paper and gestures at a nearby chair. And you're damn right I spent the next 15 minutes manually writing it. 😂

[Timmy_Turner @UthmanMusaYusuf]

American movies be like:

Police Officer: There's no one else that can help us solve the case but you

Detective who's been retired for 15 years:

[Sora 🏳️‍🌈💥 @thejadedangels]

First step to fixing this country is building some proper libraries in every state. Our biggest challenge is the olodo uprising and it’s not getting better if olodos keep rising.

[Akira @Akir_a997]

when I put “???” In a conversation, this is exactly my face behind the phone

[Goddess🥀 @Swit_zee]

Me when I’m crossing the road and a car keeps driving at full speed

[Edwin🇰🇪 @justWailer]

After killing a cockroach

The ants 2 minutes later:

[Ava @ava_sparks_ava]

Paths are made by walking
- Franz Kafka

[Luis Vercetti @97Vercetti]

when two people talking to me at the same time:

[jonzing. @ehisssss]

i'm fun for 32 minutes, then i start thinking about going home.

[i like computers @WildComputers]

Sizes of subatomic particles

[Wesile Snipes @__sugarvenom]

“Store in an airtight container”
Me:

[Persimmon OT @OtPersimmon]

My face throughout the ride so the driver knows I’m not easy to kidnap.

[Nunnie The G @NunnieTheG]

"Why does nobody talk to me?"
My face everywhere I go…

[Adedayo Agarau @adedayoagarau]

I’ve spent the past couple of weeks building Looters: a public archive of Nigerian political corruption since the 1990s.

Governors, ministers, shell companies, Swiss accounts, the Jersey trusts, — one searchable graph.

You too can connect the dots: https://t.co/faIfzWfAIp

[love drops @lovedropx]

— The Ladies' Home Journal, September 1948

[Emeka Mba @emekamba]

Where the Tracks Used to Be

My mum came back to Nigeria after a decade. She was so excited to get to Nomeh, to see family, breathe the dusty air of village life, feel home again.
As we drove in, she asked me: "When did we pass the railway station? I didn't feel the bump."
She was waiting for the tracks. That little jolt that always meant, we're here, we're home.
There was no bump. There are no tracks.
I grew up making train journeys across Nigeria, even fonder memories of the train rides from Enugu to Nomeh. The station, we simply called it Station; was the heartbeat of the town. Women, kids hawking okpa and cold drinks. Travellers leaning from windows. Noise. Commerce. Life. Nomeh was busy. Nomeh was connected.
But even after the train stopped running, the tracks now overgrown with weeds, reminded us of something familiar.
Then one day, and people in the town still remember this, men came with lorries and police escorts, claiming to be from the Chinese company tasked with reconstructing the rail line. They removed the tracks and loaded them onto the lorries and drove away. The local boys took what was left, the stones from the sidings, and sold them to builders in town.
The station building is still there. Hidden behind thick bush. Like a secret the town is ashamed of.
Not a stone remains on the ground.
And my mother sat in the car, quietly realising that the place she remembered, the bump, the hawkers, the sound of trains, exists now only in our memories.
Some things you can't explain about this country. You just feel them in your chest.
I have heard talk of a new rail line, same narrow gauge, to continue from Aba to Enugu, and up to Maiduguri.
But for now; We have no tracks. Where exactly are we going?

The last slide taken from the window of my truck in 2017.

[Emily S. Bremer @emilysbremer]

The best way to find typos is to reread the draft you’ve already circulated.