It is an insult to common sense that Journalists can locate terrorists to their homes and grant them interviews yet our security architecture armed with billions in weapons, intelligence, & surveillance lets them see another day.
Sheikh Gumi was right.
About 2.6m naira will be the monthly expenses in running the school.
More so , the pupils will not only learn western and Islamic knowledge, but skill acquisition such as phone repairs, shoe making, tailoring etc.
Ya Allah let’s this legacy continue even after Malam’s death 🤲🏽
Today, I attended the graduation ceremony for my second Master’s degree, an MSc in Strategic Business Management from The University of Law Business School, London. It has been a journey of growth, discipline, and a reminder that learning never truly ends!
A love letter to the city that forever stays
Oh, Kano, ancient and wise,
Where culture dances beneath the skies.
In the shadows of ancient walls so tall,
Where history weaves its golden chain.
The Emir's palace, a regal sight,
A testament to Kano's royal might.
In every courtyard, every stone,
A legacy of a kingdom firmly sewn.
In the shadow of the ancient Emir’s abode,
A legacy of kings in history’s code.
Royal echoes in the ancient halls,
Where culture thrives, and wisdom calls.
From the echoes of Gidan Makama's gate,
To the marketplaces alive with vibrant hues.
Kano, a symphony of history and grace,
A timeless journey, a sacred space.
Oh, Kano, where the past meets today,
In your streets, history finds its way.
A heritage rich, a culture rare,
In every stone, a story to share.
Your Habe, your Fulani, a united throng,
In Kano's heartbeat, they all belong.
Through the dust of centuries, you endure,
A city of tales, timeless and pure.
Kano, in your name, a saga is spun,
A city where history and future are one.
In the twilight of your ancient song,
Kano, you stand, eternally strong.
Dedicated to all proud Kanawa!
With Trump out of all cards on Iran and the blockade likely to cause severe damage to the U.S. economy and its allies worldwide, the next target is the total acquisition of the 6 million barrels pumped out daily from Nigeria’s Gulf of Guinea.
From the statement below, Senator Ted Cruz is uncompromisingly drawing a red line for the Trump’s next foreign policy objective regarding American energy security. Targeting Nigeria.
The U.S. itself is energy sufficient, but its allies wont survive without complementary sources of energy from other places, especially the oil business infrastructure globally.
From this statement, Cruz is passing complete vote of no confidence in Nigeria’s government’s ability to stop “Christian genocide” he alleged.
He went further to indict the government’s seeming complicity in the crisis, further challenging, dismissively, the purported collaboration between the U.S. and Nigerian government on the December 25 bombing in Sokoto, calling Nigeria’s participation “hypocritical”.
He directly accused the Nigeria parliament, in collaboration with the Presidency of “complicity” and blame some state government of deliberately orchestrating the crisis.
He concluded by saying that all their attempts at giving benefits of the doubt has failed, ending with a rhetorical question “what can we do next to stop this violence?”
The U.S. has successfully created a narrative for their objectives, which unfortunately have been accepted by some Nigerians and now they’re moving closer to drawing a redline.
It’s all for oil and not to protect any religion or regional interests but for oil.
Is Nigeria prepared enough, like Iran to contain the U.S. renewed campaign against the country?
It’s crazy how all the accidental bombings happens in the North, and mostly in Muslims dominated areas.
Muslim-Muslim ticket is after the lives of Muslims.
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Bandits killing Northerners
Boko Haram killing Northerners
ISWAP killing Northerners
IPOB killing Northerners
Armed Robbers killing Northerners.
Nigerian Army killing Northerners.
Everyone is killing Northerners in Nigeria because our lives have become so worthless. Yet we are supposed to be proud because National Security Adviser & the Minister of Defense are Northerners.
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.@Alex_Barbir has been parading himself in a supposed sovereign African country (Nigeria) as a “US missionary”, and while untouched by the Nigerian state police, he's spreading divisive narratives to turn the oil-rich region of the West African country into civil war. But a little scratch into who the college football player who sprang out of the imperial woodwork reveals his associates, @juddSaul, @Sean_ADFIntl, @DCSas, @francutoo and others, are in Washington in partnership with @RepRileyMoore to balkanize Nigeria and steal its mineral resources in the name of persecuted Christians who are actually victims of US-funded terrorism.
Watch the full report below 👇🏾
In the last 24 hours in Nigeria
- Bandits att@cked Shiroro Communities In Niger State. One hundred and fifty (150) villagers were said to have been abducted after setting several houses in the villages ablaze.
- Bandits att@cked Garu village in Musawa LGA Katsina shooting sporadically, k!lling & abducting scores of people.
- Zamfara famers took up arms to defend themselves from bandits.
- Bandits blocked Dayi-Gidan Mutum Daya highway in Katsina State.
All Northern Nigerian States.
Arewa, This is Northern Nigeria under Muslim-Muslim.
Iran has just done Nigeria and Africa a massive favour BTW.
By removing any shred of residual legitimacy left on the American empire's naked body, it has made it much harder to sell that "invade Nigeria to 'protect the Christians' " bullshit.
Nobody is ever going to buy the narrative that the guy who was just threatening to "end an entire civilisation" by committing the greatest war crime in human history against millions of civilians, is trying to save any goddamn Christian in Darkest Africa. That agenda is now dead and can now rest in peace.
Closing the Strait of Hormuz for nearly 6 weeks has also had the fortunate unintended consequence of forcing African countries to seek closer energy cooperation with each other. The number of African supply deals signed by the Dangote refinery over the past month would have taken years to achieve without Iran's intervention.
Allowing the war to end now and opening the Strait of Hormuz so that US tankers can pass through makes Nigerian oil less critical to the Star Spangled Motherfuckers, which makes a military invasion to 'protect Christians' all the less likely.
Every Nigerian who knows their arse from their elbow needs to visit their local Iranian embassy today to say thank you.
Nigerian Politician Profile:
Bank — Switzerland
Hospital — London
Holidays — UAE or USA
Kids — UK, USA, Canada
Pilgrimage — Saudi
Shopping — Paris, Milan
Houses — Abuja, Dubai, London
Fornication —Maldives, Mykonos
Checkups — “Routine” trips abroad
Constituency — Seen only during elections
Promises — “We are working on it”
Scandals — “Politically motivated
Side hustle — Government contracts
Cars — Bulletproof convoy, sirens screaming
Light — 24/7 generator (NEPA is for vibes)
Security — More guards than a bank vault
Country — Managed remotely.
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.
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.