3hrs agao, Aproko Doc tweeted this for people to donate N1.5M to get prosthetic for Jane, now the money is N2.7 Million.
I'm really crying here!😥😢😥
This generation is truly the Nehemiah Generation.
I hail you all✌✊
#TREM#EndSARS#BetterTogether#FixNigeriaNow
I THINK some politicians from the SS saw Wike's overbearing influence & played a chess game against him. Keyamo seems to be one of the main actors. Given how Fubara & the APC are now romancing each other like a newlywed couple, the middleman could be disposed of at any time.🤔
I don't like to talk about politics, but I can't let this one pass. The current Rivers State HOA members are the most unwise politicians I've ever seen. They missed the best moment to elevate & reposition themselves for lasting political power. Instead, they followed Wike blindly
Anthony Taylor did the right thing by showing Caicedo a red card. It was a reckless challenge, and he then tried to deceive the referee by pretending to be injured.
Westham needs to make Lucas Paqueta face a disciplinary committee for his unprofessional attitude. He should be fined heavily as a reminder that this is the EPL, not a South American league.
VAR often feels like someone in a room dictating the outcome of the game based on their own feelings. I am left wondering why the second goal was allowed to stand when it seemed identical to the first one they disallowed. Where is the consistency?
VAR is a stup!d technology that is robbing fans the beauty of football. Why should it rule out Young Boys' goal over a 1cm offside? The build-up play was beautiful, but VAR denied their fans that pure moment of joy.
During my time as a geology student at the University of Ado Ekiti, we went on a departmental field trip to Igara. As usual, we had paid for the trip, and the fee was supposed to cover food, accommodation, and transportation.
On the first afternoon we arrived at our so-called “accommodation,” a dilapidated, abandoned primary school. We all pitched our sleeping tents inside the school auditorium, a large hall with broken windows that could not close.
Despite the terrible conditions, excitement still filled the air. Everyone was just happy to be out on a field trip. Then our class governor announced that dinner would be garri and moimoi. I shouted from inside my tent, “Absolutely impossible! Didn’t we pay for all this?” A few other students raised their voices and echoed the same concern.
The class governor went straight to the lecturers and reported me. Minutes later an emergency meeting was called to address my “insubordination.” I was dragged out, made to publicly stand in the middle of everyone, and all the students knew what was about to happen.
Being sent away would have meant automatic failure in the course, an extra year added to my programme, and a permanent place on the blacklist of lecturers who, we all knew, pocketed most of the trip money for themselves.
That day a miracle happened. Among us was the cousin of the Dean of the Faculty of Science at the time. He read the room, understood exactly what was about to go down, stepped forward, and joined my protest. The senior lecturers immediately knew what he was doing. They asked him several times if he was sure about what he had just done, and each time his answer was a firm yes.
Within minutes both of us were ordered to pack our things and return to Ado Ekiti immediately.
I cried almost the entire journey back. He kept assuring me I had not done anything wrong and that he would speak to his uncle, the Dean. But in my head my life was over.
My aunt had warned me several times about being an “agitator” and always standing up against oppressors. Now look: failing a 300-level course in second semester meant an automatic extra year.
For about three weeks that the saga lasted, I struggled in silence. Of course, till today no one at home knows I was nearly failed out of school. When the rest of the class finally returned to campus, the same students I had stood up for acted like I was a ghost, or a disease that must not be touched or even seen with.
In the end the Dean came through for us. A few days after the rest of the class returned, my friend and I were allowed to write the field exam on campus. We both graduated with our set on time. More importantly, that small “agitation” forced the department to start treating students on field trips with a bit more dignity from then on.
Sometimes you learn the hard way that most people are not worth fighting for. It is perfectly okay, and sometimes even necessary, to be selfish and fight only your own battles. But the word of my mum is; you should help people for only how it makes you feel, you don't do it for them, you do it for you.
“Fulani came to our village and killed seven people. When our youths rose to defend our people, the Nigerian army stepped in to protect the Fulani terrorists and in the process killed many of our people.”
JESUS
The recent rampant insecurity in 🇳🇬 is deeply worrisome. It appears as if our security parastatals & intelligence agencies have collapsed. Also, it is troubling that whenever 🇳🇬 has a Southern President, the scale of the insecurity challenges seems to defy human comprehension.
The South-East political bloc is the most ineffective, timid, and classless faction I have observed in Nigerian politics. The Arewa or Oduduwa blocs would never have allowed a figure like Nnamdi Kanu to be treated in such a manner.