Investor Sabinwa

When Zaynab works on the weekend I don’t, it affects me mentally. We have a trip to plan and this babe is unavailable to cram our reel lines? Omgggg😭😭

My problem with you guys is the hypocrisy, FA will drop a mid movie and use mad PR to finish the work, when TA do same na that time una critics prick go rise

Does the aging of your parents every time you visit home scare you?

I buried my mother on a Saturday in Abeokuta and drove back to Lagos the same night. My aunties wanted me to stay. My uncle said sleep before you travel. I couldn't. Too many people crying in shifts. Too many saying she's in a better place like that was supposed to land somewhere useful. I drove home at 11pm with the windows down and nothing playing. Got to Surulere at 1am. Sat on my kitchen floor because the couch felt too comfortable for what I was carrying. That was March 2021. Grief came the way harmattan comes. Gradually. Drying everything out. I stopped cooking. Stopped returning calls. Went to work and came home and sat with her absence the way you sit in a room that used to have someone in it. I started writing because I had nowhere else to put things. One post on a small blog nobody read. Just what she smelled like when I was small. How she never said I love you but would peel an orange without asking and leave it on a saucer next to whatever you were doing. No announcement. Just an orange. Already peeled. Waiting. I didn't tell anyone. Someone found it 3 days later. She sent me a DM on Instagram. Said her name was Nneka. Said she lost her father 8 months before and read my post at 2am and cried. Said sorry if it's strange to reach out. It wasn't strange at all. We talked that whole night. Not about grief directly. Around it. The way you circle something hot before you touch it. She was a teacher in Port Harcourt. Said exactly what she meant with no decoration. The kind of person you recognize immediately even through a screen. We started calling every day. Month 3 I told her to come to Lagos. She laughed. Said for what. I said I don't know. Just come. She came in August. I picked her up at Ojota park. She walked off that bus looking exactly like I expected and nothing like I expected at the same time. We ate at a buka in Palmgroove and talked until they started stacking chairs around us. She stayed 5 days. First time since March I felt like a whole person. We went to Lekki conservation on day 3. She photographed everything. The way she moved through spaces. Deliberate. Unhurried. Like she had made a private agreement with time. Last evening on my balcony she said your mother would have liked this view. I didn't ask how she knew. She just knew. She went back to Port Harcourt that Sunday. We kept talking. But something had shifted and neither of us named it. She had Port Harcourt. A school. I had Lagos and everything it requires of you just to stay standing. December she got a transfer offer. International school in Abuja. Better pay. Further away. She called and asked what I thought. I asked what she wanted. Long silence on the line. She said she didn't know how to want something without thinking about what it costs someone else. I told her that was the most her thing she had ever said. She laughed softly. Then went quiet. She took the job. January she moved to Abuja. We still talk. But Abuja is not Port Harcourt and Port Harcourt was already not Lagos. The distance does what distance does when 2 people won't say the thing they mean. Last week she sent a photo. New classroom. Morning light through the window the exact way she described her old one. She wrote just 4 words. Different window. Same light. I've been sitting with that for 7 days. I don't know what we are. I don't know if something real can survive this much geography without slowly becoming a memory both of you are too fond of to release. What I know is I still write. And she still sends photos. And somewhere between her window in Abuja and mine in Surulere something is waiting quietly for one of us to say it out loud. We're still looking for the word.

Terrible acting all round From Eni to Chioma good wig to juma o

The iPhone 15 Pro Max has the best camera so far. Top tier. No debates.

But you see the married male surgical residents doing 3 jobs almost killing themselves, taking multiple calls and even having to buy calls just to provide for their families. Having to go and do CS in private facilities etc just to provide for their families. Make Una continue dey act oblivious. It's the way some of these feminist think we wake up in the morning just to go and play ludo on the street.

Wedding after parties are so much fun than the club

There's an agenda to make Christians get married to Muslims. But in the name of Jesus Christ, it is dead, it will not happen.

By your own observation majority of women are putting up with bums. But this also means majority of men are bums 😂 This is the definition of a societal problem dawg 😭

The convo in the last few days shows that a lot of women are putting up with bums who can’t cook, clean, or take care of a home, so they think their poor choice of a partner should be a societal issue.

I slept off in the cinema yesterday because the return of segun arinze was so mid, i don’t even know how the movie ended😂😂

Mrs aboy chibuzor said she didn’t marry a boy cause of money She did cause God asked her to. Someone in the comment said aboy has lost his spark since he got married,that he is no longer happy😭 I noticed too sha What might have gone wrong??