Posi baybee~~💜💜(Full figure)

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.

"I didn't come out Kash Minaj. I didn't come out Cardi C. I didn't come out Old Miami. I didn't come out Kash Thee Stallion!” — Kash doll

These clique thing you people do on Twitter is disgusting Abazz tried to trick that guy, tried to keep the jerseys, tried to distribute them himself, tried to keep some of the jerseys and NONE of you made a post to caution his wrong Now he sent substandard jerseys for an arguably befitting price and see how you all have crept out to support him. What is wrong is wrong, but you all Twitter influencer cliques are dishonest disgusting lots. I can’t wait for campaign period because you cheap souls will obviously sell Nigerians to APC for a plate of porridge. Tueh.

UPDATE ABOUT THE JERSEY SITUATION. Earlier today, Abazz sent out 10 jerseys across different locations. Ilorin, Ogun, Lagos, Abuja, and Aba. So far, two recipients in Lagos have received theirs and reached out to me with concerns about the quality of the jerseys. At first, I didn’t believe it, but after seeing the videos, I understood why they felt that way. You just have to see the pictures and videos too. I immediately contacted Abazz to raise this, and he explained that what was sent was the “player’s version.” However, in one of the conversations I saw, a recipient requested to return the jersey, and Abazz responded by asking him to keep it while promising to send another jersey of his choice. Any club. Thankfully, others are yet to receive theirs, so this can still be properly addressed before more deliveries are completed. At this point, with more than one person reporting the same issue, it’s important to take it seriously and not treat it as a mistake. For me, this is not about dragging anyone or making noise over jerseys. It’s about integrity. It’s about trust. It’s about doing things the right way, especially when people are involved. I will continue to follow up on this to ensure that everyone who was promised a jersey gets something they are genuinely happy with. We all deserve fairness. Thank you for your patience and continued support, I’ll keep everyone updated.

I’m suddenly craving hot amala with plenty fuku and shaki😭

I’m trying to get extra jersey for the other person tagged so both customers are happy. They said I’m “rewarding”.

I’m trying to get extra jersey for the other person tagged so both customers are happy. They said I’m “rewarding”.