RCCG fighting for their right to not call out this demonic administration for bad governance.
We are living in crazy times 😂😂😂
Going to that church is a choice sha
You slept on your bed under a duvet because of the cold
Some toddlers slept on bare floor in the rain after a long day of torture
Yet you defend the government that rehabilitate the terrorists when they are caught?
You won’t escape God’s vengeance!
Oyo School Kidnapping by Terrorists;
A few days ago,
Barbaric lunatic terrorists kidnapped 7 teachers and 39 students in Oyo state Nigeria.
The School Principal Mrs Rachael Alamu of Community High School, Ahoro-Esinele is in captivity.
Four motorcycles allegedly snatched from villagers.(3 motorcycle was snatched from Yawota community and 1 from community high school)
Moreover, the number of teachers missing/kidnapped were 7 (Seven) and students were 39 which in total 46 missing/kidnaped
The affected schools include Community High School Ahoro-Esinele and Yawota Baptist Nursery and Primary School.
The following teachers were reportedly abducted:
Mrs Alamu FOLAWE – Principal, Community High School
Mr Ojo JONATHAN – Vice Principal
Mr Olatunde Zacchaeus – Teacher
Mr John OLALEYE – Teacher
Mr Michael OYEDOKUN – Teacher
Mrs OLADEJI – Teacher
Mary AKANBI – Teacher, Yawota Baptist Nursery and Primary School
The underlisted students/pupils were also abducted from different communities within Oriire Local Government:
AHORO-ESINELE COMMUNITY
Rashida TAJUDEEN – 11 years
Ahmed RAMONI – 8 years
Abdulsalam TOYIB – 4 years
Baraka ABIOYE – 16 years
Fatimo JIMOH – 15 years
Hassan AZEEZ – 14 years
Joshua ADELEKE – 13 years
YAWOTA COMMUNITY
Samuel OYEDELE – 7 years
Emmanuel OYEDELE – 4 years
Idowu TAIWO – 4 years
Christianah AKANBI – 2 years
Juwon SUNDAY – 7 years
Sikiru SALAMI – 3 years
Soliu SALAMI – 4 years
Ojo JOSEPH – 8 years
Lydia ADEWOLE – 8 years
Testimony JACOB – 5 years
Kehinde KAOSARA – 7 years
Sewa SEYI – 7 years
Waliya BELLO – 4 years
Lydia OLOHUNLOLUWA – 7 years
Damilare ODERINDE – 8 years
Deborah ADEBOWALE – 5 years
Aisha OGUNTOWO – 10 years
Lege TAIWO – 12 years
Balkis AYANWALE – 8 years
Asa David – 10 years
ONIYA COMMUNITY
Shuaibu ALIYU – 10 years
Ahmed ALIYU – 7 years
Muiz ALIYU – 5 years
Jomiloju OGUNLOLA – 6 years
ALAWUSA COMMUNITY
Agune NOAH – 8 years
Elizabeth ABADI – 5 years
Tosin ABADI – 9 years
Pius STEPHEN – 5 years
Hannah OJO – 14 years
Habidat AYANWALE – 7 years
Mary GABRIEL – 6 years
Jacob GABRIEL
Teachers 7
Students 39
Pls share for the world to see this.
APC’s PRIMARY NUMBERS DON’t ADD UP AND NIGERIANS SHOULD ASK WHY
The numbers coming out of APC’s recent primaries are raising eyebrows for all the wrong reasons.
According to figures released by the party, 14,002,661 votes were cast nationwide during the exercise. But here’s the problem: APC’s own membership register lists just 6,531,205 members.
That’s more than double the number of registered members voting. In a sane political environment, that kind of gap doesn’t get glossed over. It gets questioned immediately.
Let’s be direct. If you have 6.5 million people on record as members, you cannot credibly produce 14 million votes without an explanation. Either the register is outdated and incomplete, or the voting process was inflated. And if it’s the latter, then we’re looking at a rehearsal for something bigger.
This isn’t just about internal party housekeeping. It’s about what it signals for 2027. When a party that controls the federal machinery can report turnout numbers that exceed its own membership by 7.4 million, it creates a dangerous precedent. It tells Nigerians that figures can be manufactured, and that the process is secondary to the outcome.
In countries where elections are taken seriously, this would trigger an independent audit, parliamentary questions, and civil society pressure within 48 hours. In Nigeria, it risks being waved away as “party matter.” But it’s not. Party primaries are the first step in the electoral chain. If they’re compromised at the source, the general election inherits that compromise.
The call here is simple: Nigerians cannot afford to ignore this. Civil society, opposition parties, INEC, and the media need to press for answers. How did 14 million people vote in a party with 6.5 million registered members? Where did the extra votes come from? Were non-members allowed to participate? Was the register padded? Was the result inflated?
If APC wants to be taken seriously as a democratic party, it owes the public a clear explanation—not spin, not deflection, but numbers that reconcile.
Because if we let this slide now, we’re telling every political actor that it’s open season on data. And once you normalize inflated figures at the primary stage, you’ve already laid the groundwork to rig the main election without firing a shot.
This is the moment to push back. Every Nigerian who cares about 2027 being credible should be asking the same question: where did the extra 7.4 million votes come from?
Silence now is permission for worse later.
Akeem Olaniyi ADEBOMOJO
Writes from Ekiti state
I reported a police officer to the Federal High Court Abuja.
Not PSPC. Not his DPO. Not his IG.
Federal High Court.
Let me tell you what he did to make me go that far.
I missed the last train in Seoul once.
Phone at 3%. Didn’t speak Korean. It was raining, freezing, and I had no idea where I was supposed to go.
I tried calling an Uber but my card kept failing because of my bank fraud protection. Perfect timing.
I was standing outside the station looking completely defeated when this older woman walked up to me and started speaking Korean. I told her I didn’t understand.
She pulled out her phone translator and typed:“You are lost?”
I nodded.
She asked where I was staying, looked at the address, then motioned for me to follow her.
This woman walked me almost 15 minutes through side streets, holding her umbrella over both of us while I apologized every thirty seconds.
When we got to my hotel, I tried offering her cash for helping me.
She looked genuinely offended.
Typed into the translator again:“If my son was lost somewhere, I hope someone helps him too.”
Then she bowed and walked away in the rain before I could even process what happened.
Some places still treat strangers like human beings first.
Having a client who is a witch is another thing I won't do again 😂.
Guy texted me that "the judge will be sick tomorrow so we don't have to go to court"
Yeah, I ignored and went, the judge was absent 😂
Just so you know:
The 100million naira price for the presidential nomination form in APC, and ADC, is the HIGHEST in the world.
Nigeria a terribly poor country has the most expensive presidential nomination form in the whole world.
Yet we wonder why people get into office and steal.
I'm bored of saying it, but any Yoruba person reading this should please remember that there will still be life after Tinubu.
His mission to turn you and Igbo people into enemies for the sake of his short-term political interest will only spoil your life for no reason.
Adamawa.
Benue.
Plateau.
Kogi.
Kidnap, Massacre and Killings.
ALL of this within 24hours.
JUST TODAY ALONE.
We are all moving on in Nigeria as if this is normal. This is normalised lunatic inhuman barbarism.
We will all die if we continue to keep quiet. Pls lend your voice.
Nigerian soldier : “ We buy our uniforms and bullet proof ourselves - with our money”
Nigerian Military: “it’s misleading and untrue, uniform allowances are provided”
So Nigerian Military really thinks we’d believe them over a former soldier 😂😂
Mad people!
My father never came to a single thing I invited him to.
Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after.
My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people.
I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it.
He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that.
He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated.
He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something.
I accepted that and moved on.
Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing.
I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried.
I didn't call my father.
3 days later he called me.
Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it.
I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again.
He showed up on Saturday at 9am.
Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag.
I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings.
Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me.
Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing.
I nodded.
Long silence.
Then he opened the nylon bag.
Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio.
I didn't know anyone had taken a photo.
He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place.
I held that frame and stood very still.
He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain.
Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten.
I laughed.
Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place.
We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years.
He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo.
Didn't say anything.
Didn't need to.
The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat.
Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair.
But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag.
That was his standing ovation.
I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.
Nigeria is a reflection of the people in it.
Someone shot his shot at Victor Osimhen for a jersey and even tagged a vendor.
Osimhen saw it and said he’d personally send one.
Then told the vendor to add 15 more jerseys for others.
-That’s where it got interesting.-
Immediately money entered, the story changed.
The vendor suddenly said Osimhen told him to share it himself.
He claimed he had already picked 15 people.
—Then it got worse— He called the same person who brought him the business a scam.
From there, he tried to “negotiate”: 7 for the guy, 8 for himself.
Greed, plain and simple.
The guy refused and asked for all 15 jerseys as instructed.
—Next thing—
The vendor switched again. Said the post was “stolen” and brought another person to justify it.
—Now here’s the real problem—
Instead of people calling out the wrong, they started defending it.
“Make una settle.” “Na just jersey.” “Let it go.”
- Someone even offered to pay extra, rewarding bad behavior.
And that’s when it becomes clear:
We are not different from the people we complain about in power.
—This is how it starts—
small compromise, small dishonesty, small defense of wrong.
Nigeria didn’t just become this way overnight.
We built it, little by little, with everyday actions like this.
Truth is, many people are only “good” because they’ve not had the opportunity to do worse.
One day, we will have an honest conversation about the double standards on this TL.
One day.
I posted that Tinubu is a failure. Someone went under the post & replied with,
“Referring to Tinubu as a failure is actually an insult to failures because you can only refer to someone as a failure when he tried doing something & failed. Tinubu didn’t try doing anything.”
Bro 😭😭😭
13 years after this tweet.
He is the head of a government that has now arrested the same El Rufai on largely politically motivated excuses.
What a pathetic shameless man.
Zero values. Zero honour. Zero principles.