Alusi

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[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@Sir_white24 @ChuksEricE @J3concept @im_kyleHACAFS Hmmmm Omo !!
Na underage children full the school

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@rukky_nate How was he older than her by 2 yrs when she left and all of a sudden he's older than her by 3yrs.
Your story no pure

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

The minister of power just resigned to compete for a gubernatorial election.
Same minister that left the power sector in shambles now wants to control a state.
Hmmmm

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@Ruky_Baby27 Omo bro, you go suffer ọ!!
Na just 1 year and they wan Kee you emotionally, financially and mentally.

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@the_Lawrenz Omo, na so e happen

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@JahBlesssaint21 @EzekielOluwada6 Person avoid wahala una still dey argue am.
Sometimes you feel the negative energy about a job and you just let it go for your own sanity .

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

The level of thinking wey I don do, homo sapiens can't achieve it.

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

Never loose guard your worth
Too much talk brings too many drama.
See that your lane, maintain am.
Let your presence be respected.
Hear what they say you but don't listen to it.
Don't lie to yourself the truth go too bitter.

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@Deseiye_ Send 1st

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@kingsleyogbiti No expose person to wetin him no fit afford

[smv @slimvnsn]

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.

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@gotry_Machine @iamChigoo You dumb bro if this is the way you think .

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@aproko_doctor Please can you do this in Hausa language.
I love how your content is connecting borders .

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@chimajustice84 @TheDamiForeign @HIS_GRACEE Buy carton of candle

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@30bguser0 God knows I can be a celebrity with money .
So many of una go so sleep for prison.
What do you mean by it will never be well with Wizkid.
Wetin him do you !?
Why are you like this

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@ruffydfire This shit is too long abeg

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

Fear dey catch me to make money for this Nigeria.
Insecurity everywhere!!!

[Arojinle @arojinle1]

In almost all poor families, there are two people. First is the Striver who is striving hard to swim out of the wicked and unforgiving ocean of poverty. Let's call them Person S. Then, there's often another, the Nemesis, who, knowingly or not, keeps pulling them back. Let's call them person N. Person N messes up the Striver's plans, making it tough for them to get ahead.

I knew a young woman who quit secondary school to learn hairdressing. She got good, landed a job with a monthly salary, and started saving to open her own salon and buy equipment. Since she couldn't afford to live alone, she stayed with her parents. Her dad was her Person N. He'd "borrow" her money and never pay it back, spending it on ògógóró instead. Every month, he'd pressure her until she gave in, handing over money that she would never see again. Sometimes, he'd thretaten to beat her if she didn't budge. She never got the chance to save and get her own shop till she got pregnant for a guy in the area. The dream died!

Another young lady, who inspired this post, works at a fuel station. Her older brother is her Person N. She had saved over ₦300,000 in her aged mom's account to avoid spending it herself. Somehow, her brother got hold of the account details, moved the money to his own account, and gambled it all away on sports betting. She cried bitterly while lamenting at the top of her voice this morning.

Like I've said before, for someone in a poor family trying to rise, family bonds can sometimes be the chains holding them down. The point is, poverty isn't just about money. It's about the struggle within the family. The Striver's hard work can get undone by those closest to them, making the climb out of poverty even harder. Breaking free often means dealing with tough choices about the people you love.

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@ShehuSani The north now export their almajiri to the east.
Visit core business places in the east and see the nuisance these beggars create.
They literally pollute the whole place.
I blame the easterner for giving alms to them

[Alusi @ulasymidas]

@hassan__magaji @ShehuSani They're beggars !!!!
I stay in Onitsha.
They literally live in the Shanti inside the Onitsha barracks .
They come out as early as 5am and once it's 6pm they all vanish .