Injustice in OAU MAINTENANCE HOSTEL. PLEASE LIKE AND RETWEET.
Hello everyone.
My name is Aisha and I’m a tired student of Obafemi Awolowo University. I’m here to talk about the injustice that is going on in my hostel, Maintenance. It seems to me like everyone has embraced this
There is a thing I call politics of jealousy and it’s what every APC supporter has. It’s hatred for success that isn’t tied to shoe strings of any politician. Imagine being so incredibly stup1d to call an actual decline in the standard of living of already suffering people “removal of fake lifestyle.” I wish some of you slow pokes can spend a few years outside Nigeria so you see what an actual government is like. See how much people your age have achieved with half the work ethic you all possess. By the time you hit 45 and you have nothing to your name, you will wish that “fake life style” was never removed.
Stop the FRSC from carrying arms. Here’s how. Our democracy has to work for us. Sooooo let’s get to work :) that #frscbill cannot pass.
https://t.co/BIGoSk5Vj4
I’m so exhausted but I need to find the energy for this. Guys abeg let’s RT and actually try to prevent this bill from getting passed.
The thought of even more guns on roads is terrifying 😞😞
I genuinely understand the use of comedy skits and banter as a coping mechanism for us during “T-pain’s” regime. But guys, this government wants to pass a bill that Road Safety Corps can carry weapons. Unaliving weapons. This is a serious cause for concern.
Be careful what you feed on
The bits and pieces of information you read here imprints on your subconscious
Gradually, before you know it, your orientation shifts and you start to hold bizarre views on certain topics
once I start to see plenty shalaye I just check their bio first to confirm if they are a writer and mentally check out
no be my emotional investment you go use sell market for the ending of thread
I saw a tweet about some kids taking their own lives because they were so scared of their parents finding out about something, and I could relate deeply. In 2009, I was in 100L and after my first semester, I found out I was owing CU school fees.
I say 'found out' because we had paid everything in instalment at the beginning of the semester, but due to an error on my part, one of the transactions didn’t go through, and I didn’t realize it at the time.
I believe it was around 100k naira as my total fees were 405k. This wasn’t easy for my parents to pay. Back then, when you deposited your fees at the bank, they’d generate an E-tranzact PIN to pay your fees online. If you lost the PIN, it was almost as bad as losing the money you paid to the bank. I wasn’t great at keeping documents, so I had thrown away the paper the PIN was printed on.
When I got home for the holiday, the scared 15-year old me couldn’t bring myself to tell my dad because I was so scared. The shouting that would follow would make you wish you were dead. I wasn’t afraid of my mom, but I knew she’d tell him if I told her.
I searched the house hoping to find the PIN but had no luck. I kept telling myself that the only solution was to die. Looking back now, I can’t believe I considered ending my life over 100k. Fear and depression had me in a chokehold.
That fateful day, I went out to buy what I planned to use. On my way to the pharmacy, a random person smiled and asked how I was doing. That simple act made me reconsider my decision. When people tell me I smile a lot, I just think back because it literally saved my life.
I still didn’t tell my parents, but something pushed me to call the bank. They told me there was a way to regenerate the PIN if I brought in certain documents. The issue was eventually resolved without any hassle.
Now that I have a child, I can’t imagine raising him in fear. Fear can lead to so many bad decisions, especially for kids who don’t know better. Please, break the cycle.
This was 2022
We are in 2024 and this man has been president for 16 months and we are still praising him for attaining the developmental milestone of an infant.
The "what could have been" weighs heavy, not just on them, but on everyone who loves them. It’s like watching a bright light dim, knowing how much brilliance, how much potential, there was and still is, but feeling helpless to bring it back to full shine. The world, and sometimes even the family, only sees the lost opportunities—how they "used to be" full of promise, the plans they had, the dreams that once seemed so achievable.
That person isn’t just their lost potential. They’re still there, even if they can’t do what everyone expected of them. The real tragedy isn’t their struggle with mental illness—it’s how society, and even families sometimes, reduce them to a "failure," rather than recognizing the battle they’re fighting every single day. Mental illness doesn’t mean potential is gone forever. It means the fight is different, the challenges are internal, invisible to the naked eye but just as real, if not more so, than any external success.
It’s tough, but if you’ve got someone like that in your family, maybe the best thing you can do is stop mourning who they "could have been" and start celebrating who they are. Because despite the weight of it all, they’re still here, they’re still trying, even if "trying" doesn’t look like what everyone hoped for. And that kind of perseverance? That’s a different kind of potential, a deeper kind of resilience, one that deserves every ounce of support.
“There is not a single man on Earth who believes ‘not all men’.
Because if you really believed it, you would let your homies date your sisters. You don't. Becuase you know.
You would let your daughters go to sleep overs in other men's houses even if those mens wives were not around. You don't. Because you know.
You would have at least three men on call that you could have babysit your daughters the way women have at least three women on call that they can leave their children of either sex with. You don't. Because you know.
You would not give your daughters such tight curfews while giving your boys relatively unlimited freedom. You do.
Because you know.
You wouldn't care what your female relatives wear outside.
You do. Because you know.
You would let your wife host your homies when you're out of town. You don't. Because you know.
Your wives wouldn't feel anxious about giving you daughters. And you would feel equal joy at the arrival of a daughter as you do at the arrival of a son. You don't. You feel terror. Because you know.”