Study yourself. Your Patterns. Habits. Compulsions. Trauma. Anxieties. Insecurities. Addictions. Once you see them, the unconscious becomes conscious. And the moment you know what they are and how they control you, you awaken. You become unstoppable.
“The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will forget what it is and what it was.”
— Milan Kundera
Who else assumes a character in a story while reading and completely immersing yourself into it, feeling all the emotions raw as though you are one with that character?
There’s a trick most people do not know about life and, by extension, being dragged on the internet. The trick is deceptively simple: do nothing.
If people are maligning your name, dragging you, or desperately trying to provoke a reaction from you, be still. Be calm. Do nothing. I know how impossibly difficult that sounds because every instinct in your body will demand that you respond, that you explain yourself, that you defend your name. Resist it. When people have already decided they want blood, there is almost nothing you can say that will not be twisted into further evidence of whatever they have already convinced themselves is true. Silence is often the only language they cannot reinterpret.
The same principle applies when you are being looked for. Stay still. Better yet, remain in the open. People eventually tire of searching places where nothing appears to be happening. But the moment you begin to run, you leave a trail. People notice movement. They follow it. They become convinced your flight is proof of guilt when, more often than not, it is merely proof of fear. Running gives shape to suspicion in ways stillness never does.
I know much of this may sound cryptic, but those who have lived through it will understand exactly what I mean. Sometimes survival is not found in the brilliance of your response, but in the discipline of refusing to give one. Time has a way of exhausting a mob that even the most eloquent defence never can.
Pay attention to all the things your parents did to you that you never liked as a child and perhaps still do not. Remember every one of them, and when you become a parent yourself, try your hardest not to repeat them. I promise you, if you hated them as a child, your own children will hate them even more.
Prophet Muhammad's style of leadership is worthy of emulation even by non- Muslims. But you won't see Arewa leaders emulating this beautiful candour, but what suits their political interest which is mostly against his teachings.
Northern Nigeria is a very religious region to the extent of criticizing a simple women dress code that doesn't align with our culture, but never criticizes the way and manner our leaders shun away the teachings of Islam on leadership.
God in mouth, Satan at heart.
Value your life while you still have it. Spend time with those who truly love you. Forgive when you can. Say what matters. Chase your dreams before time runs out. Build something meaningful, and leave behind footprints of love, wisdom, and happiness.
The toilet is such a beautiful place. You sit on your haunches, inhaling fetid air while trying to rid yourself of the very thing your body no longer wishes to keep, the room heavy with every odour your body is capable of producing in its attempt to return itself to order. The act of pooing is man’s oldest encounter with himself, a startling reminder that the same body that carries beauty and births extraordinary creativity is also capable of producing such astonishing foulness without either diminishing the other. Man is a mystery and the toilet, ever so unjudging of his many contradictions, is an even finer one: the one place built for him to lay those contradictions bare without fear of judgement, where dignity and indignity sit beside one another in perfect harmony, neither possessing the power to diminish the other.
I used to buy those cheap sunglasses from the roadside all the time and always thought, "What's the point of buying expensive ones? I'm going to loose them anyway." Then one day, I gathered the courage and bought an expensive sunglasses. And guess what? I still have them. I've taken care of them ever since.
That's when I realized those cheap sunglasses weren't getting lost because they were cheap? They were getting lost because I didn't value them enough to care. It's hard to accept, but sometimes in someone else's story, you are that cheap pair of sunglasses.
This man (Prince Adeniyi Matthew) created a fake government agency called Presidential Foreign Intervention Promotion Council, appointed himself as DG, secured office space at the Federal Secretariat, opened a CBN account in its name, got N1,302,978,784 allocation in 2026 budget, summoned ambassadors to meetings, held strategic sessions with ministers, and even represented Nigeria at international conferences.
The audacity is almost unbelievable. Nigeria never runs short of ‘yan iska.
We are a country where someone posts something, something that might genuinely be useful, and the first replies are, “Ain’t reading allat,” “Sorry for your loss though,” and every other variation of fashionable stupidity. I find that deeply unsettling because if you cannot read, how do you think? How does your mind travel? How do you sit with an idea long enough for it to change you?
It explains why we have become a people of the now. We want quick money, quick fame, quick answers and quick outrage. We sell our votes because tomorrow demands too much imagination. We pin our hopes on Sporty and/or Fraud because we have convinced ourselves that one lucky ticket/CL will accomplish what years of thought, discipline and labour could not. We want to arrive at the destination without the journey, the reward without the process, the standing ovation without the becoming.
Every society is ultimately a reflection of what it rewards. Ours has gradually rewarded immediacy over thought. That is why dancing videos trend here. That is why obscenity has become the order of the day. There is a thin line between comic relief and stupidity, and I suspect most Nigerians no longer know where one ends and the other begins. Once you are sufficiently outrageous, sufficiently unserious, success is almost guaranteed.
And get this: once a people lose their appetite for thinking, they become remarkably easy to entertain, remarkably easy to deceive and remarkably easy to govern.
I get you, Ycee, but I think the challenge here is expecting pigeons to think like ravens. If we are completely honest, the average Nigerian is not smart; not intellectually curious.
I am not talking about the everyday Nigerian smartness of taking advantage of people or situations, nor the ingenuity that powers Yahoo. I mean the kind of curiosity that allows people to sit with difficult ideas, entertain opposing views and enjoy conversations that demand something of the mind.
Even on X here, the conversations that dominate are often the most airheaded. The moment you point that out, the very people proving your point descend on you for saying it aloud. That, to me, is the real problem.
A society is ultimately shaped by what it rewards. If our loudest applause is reserved for the shallow, then the shallow will keep multiplying. Until we become a people who are curious to know rather than eager to show, there will always be a pipeline for a million more Pellers.
Could this be true? Yes it is.
Let’s take a look at what Ibn Taymiyyah in his book Al-Siyasah al-Shar'iyyah. He said:
الله يقيم الدولة العادلة وإن كانت كافرة، ولا يقيم الدولة الظالمة وإن كانت مسلمة
The Almighty supports the just state even if it is non-Muslim, and He does not support the unjust state even if it is Muslim.
Why is this so? Because the worldly order runs on justice.
If a non-Muslim protects the truth, defends the oppressed, and shows compassion, they are fulfilling the core values that Allah commanded.
And if a Muslim uses their identity as a shield to support lies, steal, or oppress others, their outward claim to Islam does not make their corruption beloved to Allah.
Therefore, in the context of societal value, leadership, and integrity, the truthful non-Muslim is superior and more deserving than the Muslim.
But does this principle apply to Davido? That is where we are overestimating things, and the Imam likely does not know him.
In reality, Davido and Rarara are in the same category of flawed, worldly entertainers. Neither is a shining model of moral superiority over the other.
The scholar made brilliant legal point, however, he applied to the wrong people. In law, Davido = Rarara.
Allah knows best.