"I, Sinaola John Oluwasegun, a passionate farmer and advocate for sustainable agriculture, recently had the privilege of participating in an exciting project at the Soiless Farm Lab. Alongside a team of expert facilitators,
@HerbalistChief God will continue to reward U. Since I met mast tree tru U. Malaria ha vanished from my house. We d take am as tea once in every two months.
Dear OAU Students, please, if you can spare any cash amount, food items, household items, female care products for students that needs them, send a DM.
Don't ask for what you have please, let this things get to people that actually needs them.
Please help!!!
@jidesanwoolu
Please and Please... Nigerians, something ugly is happening at Collapsed Great Nigerian House.
This is the Voice Note I received from the sister to the Omatu Brothers, and I had to turn it into a video.
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Don't relent please, I'm really scared but I believe in our collective to put pressure on the government to do the right thing.
TAG anyone you think that can put pressure on the government to allow people RESCUE THEIR LOVED ONES.
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They have now spent 5days under rubbles without water, in an area filled with heat.
Fada Mentor Ehioma
I once had a client in Abuja. Mid thirties. Soft spoken. Very disciplined guy.
He worked in construction procurement. Not flashy money, but stable. Rent paid in Maitama. Car was clean, not new. Children in good schools. Life was not loud, but it was steady.
His wife was beautiful. Smart too. He met her when he was still managing a small project site in Kubwa he told me this. She married the potential in him, not abundance. And for years, she stood by him.
Then Abuja entered her phone.
Gym friends in Wuse 2. Instagram. Weekend brunches. Women whose husbands were senators, oil contractors, politicians. Soft life conversations entered her living room without knocking.
Comparison quietly became her daily diet. She started saying things like; “Is this all we will be?”, “Other women are traveling every month”, “You are too comfortable.”
The man noticed the shift. He tried to adjust. Took more risks. Took loans. Overworked himself. Still, Abuja was always showing her someone doing better.
One day, she met a man who checked all the boxes she thought she deserved. Big SUV. Driver. Access. Promises.
She left her marriage with two kids for that upgrade.
Six months later, the illusion cracked.
The man was married. She was a side arrangement. The money came with control. Silence. Disrespect. She could not post him. Could not complain. Could not demand.
By the time she wanted to return, the door was closed. Her former husband had healed quietly. Focused on work. Focused on the kids. Peace replaced pressure.
Today, she struggles with regret. Not because she left, but because she realized too late that hypergamy without self awareness does not upgrade a life. It often destroys it.
Abuja is not dangerous because of money.
It is dangerous because it constantly convinces people that what they have is never enough.
And some people ruin good lives chasing a lifestyle that was never meant to be theirs.
What am I saying? Lifestyle inflation ruins more homes than poverty.
The moment your desires grow faster than your income, pressure enters everything.
Not every “soft life” you see is real or sustainable.
Many are funded by debt, politics, or temporary access.
When a woman wants to teach you a lesson, even Satan sits down to take notes. 😭
My neighbor was a big drunk. His wife used to pick him up in bars and in trenches. Her family friends advised her to leave him but she was hopeful that she'll find a solution.
One Saturday she went to pick him again, he was completely drunk. Instead of taking him home, she headed straight to the mortuary.
She negotiated with the mortuary attendants to make him lie with the corpses and when he wakes up they teach him a lesson. She then went back home