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@instablog9ja APC and stupid propaganda. They actually think Nigerians are stupid, same idiots that went to hire fake bishops want us to believe that people that couldn’t afford to pay school fees gathered money for the useless president form. Do these mofos actually think🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️
Fellow Nigerians, good morning.
I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you.
Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances.
We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal.
More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism.
We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power.
Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise.
Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them.
However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building.
Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated.
And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions.
There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline?
Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from.
Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all.
A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO
Drove around a few streets in Lagos today and based on this environmental, there is dirt packed everywhere. If it’s not picked up today, best believe it will be in the gutters by tomorrow. You say do environmental and you didn’t provide logistics for pickup
But why are we Nigerians so wicked and dishonest. Let’s tell ourselves the truth for once, Tinubu is a big failure and has plunged us deeper in rot. Not a time to be apolitical especially when everything shows there’s no plan. Just living on vibes and emilokan.
God forbid
My EDD was August 30.
Doctor said +2 weeks or -2 weeks… but me, I was already tired 😭
I started feeling contractions on Monday (Aug 25), but they weren’t consistent, so I was just managing it.
Wednesday, contractions became consistent… but I still didn’t go to the hospital.
I didn’t want to go and lie down there I wanted to go when I’m fully dilated 😂
Thursday came. No sleep all night. My stomach was tightening and releasing.
My husband said, “Let’s go to the hospital.”
Low and behold… I was 4cm dilated.
Doctor said I should stay. I said no 😭 I ran back home, 7pm that night I was still 4cm 🥹
10pm, I told them I wanted to go home again… and we left. I didn’t sleep all night.
Friday morning (Aug 29), 6am, I went back. The doctors were laughing… “this one is stubborn” 🌚😂
They checked me again… STILL 4cm 😭😭😭
I started crab walk, climbing stairs, squatting, walking up and down Nothing worked.
Meanwhile, I was urinating every 15 minutes 🤦♀️ I didn’t even know that was my amniotic fluid leaking…
They sent me for a scan. Next thing the baby’s heartbeat was dropping.
Everything changed immediately.
Doctor said, “Go to the ward, we’re preparing you for CS.” They called my husband to come back urgently.
I cried… but my doctor held my hand and said: “Don’t worry my dear, all will be well. You will carry your baby.”
At that moment, I became calm. I was ready.
6:30pm—I was wheeled into the theatre. 7:00pm—they prayed. 7:15pm—I heard my baby cry.
They showed her to me… perfect and precious, with the cord wrapped around her neck 🤍
I was aware of the whole process, I felt the stitching on the table but I didn’t feel any pain
7:30pm—I was out.
The pain, the recovery, standing up the next day… it was all worth it.
7 months later, I can boldly say that was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
I carry my scar with pride and joy.
Dear CS mama, I see you 🤍 You are not lazy. You did everything right. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.