S.Bello

just coz say we no dey active for this streets no mean say if you fuckup we no go address your matter - only thing be say we go doam privately.

@Iam_Musteey @Usouph Iqra ko a kiro kah.....if you get it,you get it😂 .....

Usmanu Danfodiyo University Sokoto, beyond its academic excellence, is widely regarded as one of the most fair and just institutions, not just in accommodating diversity, but in how it treats candidates equally, without religious or ethnic bias, especially in examinations and other academic processes. This is something any objective observer would affirm. UDUS, I stan🫡

Between 2016-2019, I applied for 4 PTDF scholarships—Germany, UK, France. On 2 occasions,I did interview around 8pm. While there were those that got on merit, some who weren’t even eligible—and didn’t participate in the process—got awarded via NASS members and politicians #Thread

SubhanAllah… today I learned something that shifted my entire perspective. In class, the ustadh asked: “Why do people die?” Most of us answered: “Because their time (ajal) has come.” He said: No

You disrupted traffic on your way to the airport, took a whole team to Plateau, only to gather the people like sardines at the airport and address them. So what was the point of all that trouble if you weren’t going to enter the city to sympathize with the people?

VIDEO: APC violence in chiefs force people to show their voters card to collect a bag of garri/rice in preparation for 2027 elections

The APC is openly and publicly reducing the lives of people to bags of rice in exchange for their future. This is really sad and painful to watch. No jobs, just rice. No power, just rice. No healthcare, just rice. No development, just rice. MADNESS!!!

“Roads Are Bad; Rice. No Electricity; Rice. You Want To Campaign; Rice. Nigerians Are Getting Killed; Rice. No Job; Rice.” ~ Edo State Youths Complain about the Incompetence of APC and the Tinubu Government. Little by little, everybody is waking up.

This country is gone already… imagine take a look at this 🤦🏽‍♂️

Statement Regarding Last Night’s Arrest and Continued Advocacy Thank you to everyone who called yesterday and to those who showed concern regarding my incident with the "Fushin Kada" operators. The arrest was due to our planned solidarity walk for Malam. A group of "concerned citizens" lodged a complaint, claiming that we were trying to cause chaos that could lead to a breach of law and order, loss of life, or injuries. I clearly stated to them that our plan was a solidarity walk for Malam, and not a protest or a street fight. They later released me due to the intervention of some respected stakeholders in Kaduna North. We will not stop this opposition, no matter the pressure and intimidation. Let’s continue to advocate for the release of Malam and exercise our right to freedom of expression by criticizing the government's failures #ElrufaiBoys

Don’t play politics with the El-Rufai mourning phase. Many of these individuals were absent when Mallam was arrested, either for him or his family. They never voiced their support for Mallam or worked underground for his release. If this were not a political season, most of them would not be present. Some are there for the cameras, and their presence will fade after the dust settles. The loss of a parent and loved one is immeasurable. Allow the family to mourn in peace. Allah jikan Hajiya da wadanda suka rigamu gidan gaskiya.

@ASMukhtar_ @Sadyah__ I am fully in support of this.

Yanzu dai first things first. A kokarin da mukeyi na mayar da Bola gida Lagos, kamata yayi mu fara rike Rarara mu ci kutumar uban sa first.

BREAKING: Niger Governor ordered arrest of a resident who shouted at him saying “no water, no light” after his Friday visit to the mosque. This is utter madness. Utter disgraceful madness!

The arrest of Nasir El-Rufai by the SSS in Anambra if true is another blot on our democracy, coming after yesterday's failed frame up.

Nigeria’s subsidy removal was meant to reset the economy. But rising costs and hidden expenses tell a more complex story. Read the full analysis.

@Waspapping_ @Abdulrahmanleme Now imagine what @elrufai has gone through and is going through.🤕

Kai, Allah Dai Ya Biya @Abdulrahmanleme Da Gidan Aljanna, Da Yanzun Ina Cikin Cell Din DSS Zanyi Breakfast Da Wake Da Gari Kai, the freedom to move around and eat whatever you want is an underrated privilege.

DA ƊUMI-ƊUMI: Kada wani Malami ya tallata mana Tinubu a Matsayin ɗan'uwan mu Musulmi a 2027 - Prof. Mansur Sokoto. Just repost

Speaking about the deep contradictions in human nature, Japanese actor Hiroyuki Sanada said: “Some people dream of having a swimming pool at home, while those who have one barely use it. Those who have lost a loved one feel a profound sense of loss, while others often complain about the relatives still in their lives. Those without a partner long for one, while those who have a partner often fail to appreciate them. The hungry would give anything for a meal, while the full complain about the taste of their food. Those without a car dream of owning one, while those who have a car are always looking for a better one. The key to happiness is gratitude—to truly see and value what we already have, and to understand that somewhere, someone would give everything for what we take for granted.”

Wallahi we are not ready, what kind of system looks at a child of 5 years old, a toddler, a baby who should still be clutching his mother’s wrapper and says, "You are on your own"? You see them everywhere in the streets of Arewa. Little boys with dirty faces and rusty bowls. They are infants sent out to battle the world with nothing but the shirt on their backs. At an age where their biggest worry should be scraped knees and whose turn it is to play with the toy, their biggest worry is, "If I don't find food today, I will sleep on an empty stomach again. We have created a culture where it is acceptable to drop a seven year old off at a mallam’s house and wash your hands of him. You don’t feed him. You don’t bathe him. You don’t hold him when he cries. You just leave him. You leave him to the streets. You expect him to beg from strangers to fill his stomach. You expect a child to understand humility when all he feels is hunger. And people wonder what happens next. You take a boy who has never known a soft hand. You take a boy who has never been tucked into bed. You take a boy who has had to fight for every crumb of food since he was old enough to walk. You raise him without mercy, so why would he have any mercy to give? You watch him grow. He hits ten, twelve, fifteen. He is still on the street, but he isn't a cute little boy anymore. He is a young man with nothing. No skills. No family. No future. Just a lifetime of scratching and clawing to survive. If you are that boy, and your stomach is eating itself from the inside, and there is no food in sight, what do you do? Do you just lie down and die? No. You survive. And if that means stealing a loaf of bread from a market stall, you steal it. If that means joining a gang because the gang gives you food and a place to sleep, you join the gang. And then what happens when the hunger is gone, but the anger remains? What happens when someone comes along and hands that angry, abandoned boy a gun? What happens when they tell him, "The people who abandoned you, the society that ignored you they are the enemy"? You get a terrorist. You get a thug. You get a boy who has been dead inside since he was seven, and now he has nothing left to lose. And some of you have a words to justify that? Nice joke.

1/2 I just randomly remembered my friend Awwal today. We both attended LASU together. Back in 300 level, one of our semester exams fell during Ramadan. The night before one of the papers, we decided to do night reading in his hostel. After Sahoor, we told ourselves, “Let’s just take a quick nap before heading to school.” Omo… na so we sleep forget. The exam was by 11:00 a.m., and normally you’re expected to be in the exam hall at least 30 minutes before the start. I was the first to wake up. 10:47 a.m. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I quickly woke Awwal up and we rushed out. By the time we got to the exam hall, it was already 11:15 a.m. The invigilators didn’t even listen to any story. They said the rule is the rule: we should come back and write the course the following session since we were “not serious with our lives.” Nothing we didn’t do... begging, explaining, pleading. E no work. We stepped aside and stood somewhere close to the hall, hoping maybe one of them would pity us and call us back inside. Still nothing. Then I remembered the story of the men trapped in the cave (Ashabul Kahf type of lesson we learned about calling upon Allah through good deeds). So I told Awwal: “Guy, maybe we should try something like that. Let’s remind Allah of one sincere good deed we’ve done purely because we fear Him. Maybe He will consider us.” I went first. I said something like: “Ya Allah, please consider the fact that even with my very extroverted lifestyle, I have never consciously smoked or drunk alcohol purely out of fear of You.” Before I could even finish, Awwal looked at me and said: “You be fool.” He said smoking is not even clearly haram, and that alcohol in small quantities is even present in some drugs and food preservatives. I just told him, “That’s why I said consciously, olodo.” Now it was his turn. Awwal cleared his throat and said: “Ya Allah, please consider the day soldiers slapped me twice at the LASU gate while I was doing task force duty… and I didn’t slap them back because I feared You.” Bro… I didn’t even know when I burst out laughing. Me that was supposed to be crying because they refused to let me write my exam. But that his confession just finished me. Because how now? Soldiers slapped you twice at LASU gate and you didn’t return the slap… and you’re calling that fear of Allah? My brother, that one is not fear of Allah. That one is fear of soldiers. If he had returned the slap, those soldiers would have beaten the living daylight out of him right there at LASU-Igando gate. Na survival instinct be that, not piety. Anyway, while we were still outside, the lecturer in charge of the course happened to pass by. We ran to him and explained everything. The funny part? He was a Christian. But he understood immediately. He even said Sahoor sleep can be like that sometimes, especially if you studied overnight. Just like that, he allowed us to go in and sit for the exam. Meanwhile, the invigilators who sent us out earlier were Muslims. That day taught me something important: It’s not always about who shares your religion. Sometimes help comes through whoever God decides to use. And to be fair to those invigilators, they were simply doing their job. The instruction was clear: late students don’t enter the hall. We were the ones who overslept. We were the ones who broke the rule. Expecting them to bend the rule just because we share the same religion would have been unfair.

A son of Borno. Former Governor of Birno. Sitting Vice President. A day after over 30 of your own people were killed by terrorists your government failed to stop, you are off at an inauguration. The disconnect is staggering & optics are shameful and indefensible