In 2007, my dad died.
After his passing, the family gave my mum two options: marry my dad's younger brother or leave the house and receive no support whatsoever.
My mum chose to leave.
They told her that male children raised by Akure wives never amount to anything. They laughed at her decision and believed our story had already been written.
But look at us now.
Look at what God has done🥹🥹
I know my dad is smiling in heaven, proud of the woman he left us with and proud of the children she raised against every odd.
Tomorrow, by God's grace, I will fulfill a lifelong dream. I will be called to the Nigerian Bar as a lawyer. Double First Class Lawyer at that🥹
Lord, thank You for changing our story. Thank You for proving that the final chapter belongs to You.
We have two female NYSC corps members serving in our Office.
One is very friendly. She greets everyone, gets along with the staff, and people genuinely enjoy working with her.
The other can be quite rude. Staff members complain about her attitude regularly.
They’ll be passing out soon, and our boss asked HR to evaluate them because he wants to retain only one person.
The rude one is exceptionally smart. She joined the marketing department and has already closed a deal, while the friendly one is still learning and trying to figure out the job.
If they retain the rude one, she’ll likely produce great results, but her attitude is a major concern.
HR asked everyone for their opinion. Out of 10 staff members, 8 said they shouldn’t retain her. One person even volunteered to train the friendly one. 😂
Character is everything.
A man can be handsome, but there’s something insanely attractive about men who don’t say no to their women—the “I know you can, but let me” type. The type who are just laidback but don’t play about the women in their life, that’s what makes a man irresistible to me.
Being a girl is wanting to save money but also wanting your hair done, nails done, gym membership, skincare, cute outfits, and a little treat every day 😭
When Musty A Jibia passed away, I thought how we could all remember him; then I reached out to @AM_Ridwan2 who contacted the family same day and they suggested what they thought was best as Saddaqatul Jariyya for him. So we have commenced a few sources of water in areas selected by his family members.
May Allah grant him the blessings of this reward in the hereafter.
I remain loyal always
Capt. J MD
Another form of low self esteem is definitely being too available to people who have shown you countless times that they lack a sense of urgency and enthusiasm towards you. I know its hard but regulate your nervous system to calm down.
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.
I was complaining to my mum yesterday about how much money I spend on data. She then says I should share data to myself from her phone…you guys I opened her app and saw over 500GB!😭😭 and I’m suffering.😭🤣
Someone passed away but there are more tweets about taking down her social media accounts to hide her posts than duas for Allah to have mercy on her. A lesson to all of us alive.