April++++

The day, poverty nearly killed me, something happened that changed my life forever. Hear me out. 5pm, Saturday, 11th December 2021, I had not eaten since morning, I was on my last 600 naira. I only had small beans, salt, Maggi, and dry pepper. No oil, no crayfish, no onions, no fish. So I decided, to take a walk and get 200 naira oil, 200 naira crayfish, and 200 naira onions. I stepped out looking good. No one would have guessed that I was about to die of hunger & broke-ness. I reached Mummy Ngozi’s shop, bought exactly what I needed, and headed back. Once I got home, I washed my beans, turned on the gas, and started cooking. I sliced the onions and blended the crayfish with that manual plastic blender. I sat back playing Candy Crush on my Tecno phone, waiting for the beans to soften. My people, it did not reach 10 minutes before I started to perceive a gas smell. I rushed to the kitchen thinking my gas was leaking, only to find out that the gas had finished. The beans had not even started boiling properly. I did not have airtime or data. The thought of going to beg for gas from Cindy, my neighbor, who always greets me with “Sir,” shattered my heart. Real pain came over my heart. Tears formed in my eyes. I fell down on my knees and cried to God. “Why, God? Why is this happening to my life? Why can’t I get a good job? Why can’t my salary last three weeks?” I lay on the floor in tears and pain for almost 30 mins until shame left my body. I made up my mind to go and ask Cindy, for help. I knocked. She opened. I lied that my gas head was leaking and I had already started cooking so she should help. She was more than happy to help. In fact, she asked me if I had ingredients, that I should just bring it, and she would cook it for me with her ingredients, and I would like it. In my mind, I was like, how do I carry two cups worth of beans in a pot and give this babe? But hunger was stronger than shame. I went back to get the pot of beans. My apartment is a room self-contained, and the kitchen is opposite the bathroom and toilet with a small space in-between. I took the beans, came out of the kitchen. I used the back of my leg to close the door so I could pass. That was when tragedy happened. My other leg slipped, and my pot of beans went flying straight into the toilet floor. It bounced on about four surfaces: Sink, plastic bucket, toilet seat, and lastly the brush I use to wash the toilet. There were two cups of beans scattered all over my toilet floor. On the floor, In the bucket, in the toilet, and on the cup that holds the brush I use to wash my toilet. This time around, I did not cry or scream or overreact. The pain was still deep in my chest. I just went over to Cindy’s room and told her the gas had stopped leaking, but if she had garri, I like eating beans with garri, and I was yet to restock. I said I do not like buying from anywhere because of the bad garri in the market. She gave me a cup full of garri. I came back to my room. I turned it into a plate, returned her cup, added water and salt, and saved myself from going into a state of non-existence that night. I used part of the garri as my breakfast the next morning, but this time I used it with the salt and onions. I did not have the courage to look into that bathroom for hours. That day changed my life forever. I decided that I would do everything in my power for the rest of my life to make sure that as many people as possible could live at least a decent life where there was food available for them at all times. And that meant fighting for a country and policies that would make that possible. That meant consistently advocating for better leaders, better political decisions, improved working and living standards, and food security. I thank God that day did not turn me into a monster. Now this is the saddest part, despite everything, things have only gotten worse for many people, including me. But we will never stop.

Kogi APC gave their supporters dustbin rice as gifts 😭😂 These people are wicked

Why is Peter Obi not in Maiduguri to condole and sympathize with the victims’ families, especially when he appears to have abundant time?

I had to make sure we drove through The Mall, the iconic road leading straight to Buckingham Palace, this afternoon just to witness this moment myself. And honestly, it filled me with a deep sense of pride. 🇳🇬 🇬🇧