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You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

My cousin has been in Canada for six years. Every month, money lands in my aunt's account. School fees, house rent, his younger ones' upkeep. Everybody calls him the family's blessing. He called last Christmas. Laughing and asking about everyone. He sounded fine. I asked: "How are you doing over there?" He said: "I'm managing. Canada is good o." He visited two years ago. We killed a goat. The whole family came out. He was smiling in every photo. Nobody noticed he had lost weight. I noticed. But I didn't say anything. I thought maybe it was the cold. Last month, his friend called my aunt. Said my cousin had not been eating well. That some months he sends everything and keeps nothing. That he cries sometimes. Alone at night. That he had been doing this for years. My aunt was quiet for a long time. Then she said: "But he never said anything." ... Well, he never said anything. Because nobody ever asked beyond "how is Canada?"

We stand with the innocent. We stand with the brave. Justice for civilians. Dignity for our frontline men

Foreign man hilariously narrates chaotic scenes before Portable and Carter Efe’s face-off

Which category is the strongest. 👀

Gay people rely on straight people to produce more gay people.

Very cool art in art! The geniuses who think sticking a banana to the wall is ‘art’ need to see this.

If poorer nations became fully developed and stable, migration would drop and richer countries would face shortages of cheap labor and raw resources. It feels like there’s a deliberate effort to keep things that way

Life hack: It's good for your mental health to always have someone that is always happy to see you. If you don't have someone, get a pet that is always excited to see you. You need to feel what it means to matter.

I'm bored of saying it, but any Yoruba person reading this should please remember that there will still be life after Tinubu. His mission to turn you and Igbo people into enemies for the sake of his short-term political interest will only spoil your life for no reason.

My dad is the one who buys foodstuffs in the house. He buys everything in large quantities. Everything! So we've never suffered for food. The only time he eats at home is dinner. Except for weekends. One day, he said he wanted yam because he bought it in large quantity the previous month. And we told him yam is finished. He asked, "All that yams?" We answered yes. His response was, " Oga oo, I didn't even eat from it." He just went out. We felt bad when he came back carrying bag of yams, that day I realised that he doesn't even eat much from what he worked hard for. Yet he did not stop buying.

One of the reasons we are where we are today.

Layi has finished me 😂 God please let Arsenal win this league, make una no use me do banter fodder.

@badeniyiBas 100%😂😂😂

This is G666 @Tcode_70 😹😹

This was hilarious and brilliant... just watch till the end 😂

We are all thinking the same thing. I know.

HR: Which state are you from? Me: Ondo state HR: We have an opening in Ondo state. Will you be willing to work in Ondo state if we transfer you there? Me: (Lost in deep thoughts considering the fact tht Ive been jobless for 9 months after NYSC) Yes, I can work in anywhere I'm posted to, ma.... Provided the pay is worth it 2nd HR: I like you already! That is how a man should condition is thought. Though I wasn't happy I will be posted to Ondo, even after getting the offer letter, I still spoke with the MD and some management staff on changing my place of assignment. But then.. It didn't materialize. Working in Ondo gave me the luxury of leaving my bed by 7:00am and still get to work on or before 7:30. No traffic, no nothing. Just a 10 mins napep to my place of work. I'm on the same salary with those in Lagos too.

“There’s No Hope For The Common Man In Nigeria. The Justice System Has Failed Us. I Thought I Was Going To Die In The Police Cell. They Denied Me Medication. Their Plan Was To Lock Me Up Until I Do Their Bidding.”~ Ms. Love Dooshima, Who Is Currently Being Sued By The CEO Of Bon Bread Because Of The Video She Made, Shares a Painful Update On What She Faced In The Hands Of The Nigerian Police And Bon Bread CEO. From Intimidation, Insults, Mockery, Oppression, Threats To Detention. 💔

“A lot of recent American 🇺🇸 movies and series always mention Lagos or Nigeria 🇳🇬… they even use our names like ‘Ayo’ and ‘Chi Chi’ I was cringed watching Captain America: Civil War in Lagos because they didn’t even get a Nigerian to do the real accent 💔” — Genevieve Nnaji

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