lulus malcom @stalkylulus - Twitter Profile

Retweet aggressively for OK!!! We are mobilizing 22 million grassroot votes for Obi and Kwankwaso (OK) for the upcoming 2027 presidential election using tech and AI tools. A minimum of 125 local voters in each of the 176,846 polling units in Nigeria. Please this exercise is not for everyone. Only those who truly want to vote for the OK candidacy, and they will be thoroughly vetted using their (social media handles) before registration can be approved. If you are a mole, our AI and APP admins will fish you out in minutes, and your application will be rejected. After successful approval, you will be given a unique code, and you are expected to register a minimum of 5 local OK voters around your ward, or polling unit. The APP will automatically put all OK voters in each ward and polling units into a unique private chat group (Super Group). You all will be updated on the latest happings in the OK movement privately. You will hold private spaces in the APP with other OK voters from your wards and polling units. You will know each other and be in touch until the date of the election. On the APP, you have the option to volunteer for the role of an OK polling unit agent, a polling unit watcher (Polling unit Security) all necessary support and logistics will be provided for you before the election day. Those who can register up to 100 genuine OK voters on the APP will have 10k naira sent into their private wallets in the APP, and the money can be claimed in less than 24 hours. It's a token for Mobilization support, and for every 100 persons mobilized, the APP will automatically credit your wallet with 10k naira token for support. DOWNLOAD THE (SMART BALLOT) APP ON ANDROID AND IOS, and use this code NCZOG5PL-SO4EX1U5 to register and join the SUPER GROUP. watch videos below for futher clarification and understanding. Alternatively you can register directly using this link. https://t.co/Jsg0YRQHlA

80

2K

1K

275

57K

stalkylulus retweeted

future billionaire

@Toniatuslim

3 months ago

My husband and I got married believing children would come naturally. We were deeply rooted in faith. We prayed together every night. We fasted. We sowed seeds. We believed God completely. The first year passed peacefully. By the third year, pressure entered from every direction. By the fifth year, I started feeling like my body had betrayed me. People do not talk enough about how infertility affects marriages. It is not just about not having a child. It slowly enters your confidence, your intimacy, your happiness, even your identity as a woman. There were days I genuinely hated my body. I would smile outside and cry in the bathroom after everyone slept. My husband tried so hard to stay strong for both of us, but I could see the pain in him too. Especially whenever his friends brought their children around and jokingly called him “uncle” instead of “daddy.” Eventually, we decided to try IVF. That process humbled me completely. The injections. The medications. The endless scans. The waiting. The money. Nobody prepares you for how emotionally draining it is. When the first IVF worked, I thought our testimony had finally come. I remember holding the test result and crying like a child. My husband carried me around the sitting room that day. We already started discussing names. Then everything crashed. It was an ectopic pregnancy. I had to undergo surgery immediately. I still remember lying on that hospital bed feeling completely empty. Not just physically. Spiritually too. For the first time in my life, I struggled to pray. I was angry at God and ashamed for being angry at Him at the same time. Months later, we gathered strength and tried IVF again. This second time, fear followed me everywhere. I became obsessed with every symptom. Every cramp scared me. Every bathroom visit felt like a possible disaster waiting to happen. Then I miscarried. I cannot even explain that pain properly. It felt like grief mixed with failure mixed with exhaustion. After the miscarriage, something in me broke. I stopped attending baby showers. I muted pregnant women online. I avoided conversations about children because I was tired of pretending I was okay. One night, I asked my husband, “What if we never become parents?” He did not answer immediately. Then he held my hand and said, “Then we will still have each other.” That was the night I realized infertility was not only testing our faith. It was testing our love too. People think couples going through TTC struggles are always praying and staying strong. Sometimes we are not. Sometimes we are tired. Sometimes we are jealous. Sometimes we cry after hearing another pregnancy announcement. Sometimes we smile in public and break down once we get home. There were even days I stopped praying completely because I felt abandoned. Then somehow, life continued. We stopped talking about IVF for a while because we were emotionally exhausted and financially drained. I focused on surviving one day at a time. Then one random afternoon, my period did not come. I ignored it at first because stress had messed up my cycle before. But days passed. Something inside me became restless. I bought a pregnancy test quietly and took it alone in the bathroom because I could not survive another disappointment publicly. When I saw the two lines, I honestly did not celebrate. I just stared at it in shock. After everything my body had been through, I did not trust happiness anymore. When my husband came back from work, I handed him the test silently. The way this man looked at me, then looked at the test again, I will never forget it for the rest of my life. We both cried. Not cute movie tears. Deep exhausted tears from people who had carried invisible pain for years. Even throughout the pregnancy, fear never fully left me. I prayed over every scan. I held my breath during every appointment. I do not think I relaxed until I finally heard my baby cry after delivery.

18

39

23

2

1K

lulus malcom @stalkylulus

3 months ago

@Mazi_Chinonso1 See money oo. What happened to UNN or even UNIZIK? Omo, na this kind money I go pay for my daughter so?? By then e go be 15m. God help us for this Naija

0

1K

lulus malcom @stalkylulus

3 months ago

@PeterObi My fellow Nigerians, this isn't a campaign rhetoric . P.O has been consistent with this stuff way back. Even if Naija happens to you. You have my vote Uncle P.O!

0

1

0

559

stalkylulus retweeted

Àgbà John Doe

@jon_d_doe

4 months ago

Peter Obi and Kwankwaso are not poor men. They don't need to use their money to bribe voters or give them bags of rice and garri. They should join funds together with all well-meaning Nigerians, and their party to: 1. Build a high tech central collation center and hire tech gurus to man it. 2. Pay volunteers and mobilization groups to cover for logistics. 3. Ensure that they have delegates in all 774 local governments (if possible) in Nigeria and all polling units who would live stream the results to the collation center. 4. Embark on massive grassroots awareness and campaigns across the country, especially in the remote areas of Nigeria. 5. Form an alliance with local and foreign media and alert them to any malpractices taking place. 6. Mobilize religious leaders to constantly campaign for them in the churches and mosques all over the country. The efforts would yield very good results. In my own little capacity, I am willing to donate N3m towards their campaign. Whether they win or not, I'll not regret it. End.

514

8K

3K

276

130K