God, please meet me at my point of need and show yourself in the smallest things so I can find comfort in knowing that you’re with me even in this season. Amen
On a Monday morning in March 2023, Amara Nwosu woke up to discover she had bought a house.
She had not bought a house.
She had never signed any document.
She had never met the seller.
But somewhere in the Lagos land registry, her BVN, her NIN, her signature — perfect, precise, indistinguishable from the one she had used her entire adult life — had authorised the purchase of a property worth ₦47 million.
And the loan taken to buy it was in her name.
Amara was 34.
A data analyst at a telecoms firm in Victoria Island.
She was the kind of person who used different passwords for different accounts, who read privacy policies, who had set up two-factor authentication on everything she owned before most Nigerians knew what two-factor authentication meant.
She was, professionally and personally, a woman who understood how data worked.
Which is why, when she saw the loan alert on her phone at 6:47am, her blood went cold in a specific way.
Not panic.
Recognition.
Someone had been inside her life.
As a doctor I’ve seen crazy stuff happen sha, this evening I had a pregnant lady, she’s Nigerian Ghanaian, heavy with triplets and laboring for the past 18 hours to no avail…
Immediately Mexico scored South Africa, all 3 babies came out & shouted “Goge Africaaaa” in unison😭
The Profile of Nigerian Politician:
Kids — UK, USA, Canada
Pilgrimage — Saudi
Shopping — Paris, Milan
Houses — Abuja, Lagos, Dubai, London
Bank — Switzerland
Hospital — London, India
Holidays — UAE or USA
Fornication —Maldives, Mykonos
Checkups — “Routine” trips abroad
Constituency — Seen only during elections or primaries
Promises — “We are working on it”
Scandals — “Politically motivated"
Light — 24/7 generator (NEPA is for vibes)
Security — More guards than a bank vault
Side hustle — Government contracts
Cars — Bulletproof convoy, sirens screaming
Country — Managed remotely.
They d!e abroad and are brought back home for burial, Nigeria —Their cemetery
But when it’s time to campaign:
“My people… I feel your pain.” 🙂
If you like use your head this coming election or they use it for you as usual 🫵.
No entiendo cómo puede ser. Vi a Michael Jackson morir, a Maradona morir, a Pelé morir, a la reina Isabel morir; vi pasar a tres papas. Sobreviví a una pandemia, vi el comienzo de internet. Vi el CD cambiar a Spotify, vi cambiar el DVD a Netflix, vi pasar del teléfono fijo a un iPhone. Y estoy viendo el surgimiento de la IA. Y solo tengo 30 años.