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I hate it when people give generic advice “Just lock in”, “Trust the process” oboi tell me what’s giving you money jare😭

𝗘𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗯. 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲.

I put together 1000 Reasons Why You should not Vote for Tinubu in the next election. 1000-reasons.vercel.app Good morning Nigerians.

2023, I missed my convocation. I missed my induction. I don’t have a single group picture with my lecturers or the people I graduated with. I couldn’t go for NYSC I didn't celebrate anything I couldn't afford it. I’ve never really “done life” the way people assume. I didn’t go on my first date until this year never been to the beach, never been to the cinema, never really had fun. Everyone looks at me when I say these things. Before that, a lady once offered to take me out because I told her I had never experienced it. She didn’t mind paying I even said I don't have money to come down to the island, she said she will order an uber. I felt uncomfortable, worried, even scared. I chickened out and said no I felt like a useless man, I couldn't afford shit. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because something about it just reminded me of where I was financially. Then this February, I finally went on my first date. I paid for everything. Spent money I normally wouldn’t. So when people say “men should stop faking maturity and celebrate themselves,” it sounds nice, but it’s not the full picture. A lot of guys are not avoiding joy. We just don’t have the leverage for it. Most men in Nigeria are broke. That’s the reality. Not lazy, not unwilling, just financially constrained. We miss moments, not because we don’t care, but because we can’t afford to show up for them. This might be the 1st year I’ll actually celebrate my birthday the way I want, and I’m doing it properly. I’ll go out, hit the beach, enjoy myself this time. Not because I suddenly became a different person, but because I finally can. I also celebrated Valentine's Day for the first time. Documenting everything is fun when you have money to pay for it. A lot of us want to celebrate with friends and family. We want those memories. We want to show up fully. But poverty quietly takes those moments away and replaces them with survival. That’s why I’ve always tried to position myself to help people break out of it. Because poverty is deeper than money. It steals experiences, confidence, and even the ability to enjoy life. God bless the women, that came into my life 😭😭 I can finally say afford to do things.

the one we’re currently in !

cómo m siento cuando leo un libro y tengo q volver a leer un párrafo pq no pude prestar atención

You’re looking down on yourself ke? There’s someone out there that thinks you’re the coolest person they’ve ever crossed paths with.

Catholics would beg to differ.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown.

Reducing what goes on in a boy’s head on his birthday to fake maturity is an evidence to how insensitive the other gender can be to a boy, many times even in relationships. For boys, a lot of expectations are attached to age While birthday is a call for studio photoshoot for some for many boys, new age is a reminder of the apartment of their own that they should have had It’s a reminder that they are getting too old to be where they’re financially, academically and relationship wise etc On a normal day a boy could just sit and start thinking of how to move forward in life, that thinking is more intense on a birthday So if they don’t send a picture of themselves as broadcast to all contacts on WhatsApp group for a repost, it’s not a flex They are grateful for life, but when they have something truly worth celebrating they won’t hold back It’s not fake maturity, we are usually on a date with reality and reality is not friendly.

Consider the lilies of the field. They hustle not, neither do they grind

A cutting reflection from Cardinal Ratzinger, Good Friday 2005: "Pilate is not utterly evil. He knows that the condemned man is innocent, and he looks for a way to free him. But his heart is divided. And in the end he lets his own position, his own self-interest, prevail over what is right. Nor are the men who are shouting and demanding the death of Jesus utterly evil. Many of them, on the day of Pentecost, will feel "cut to the heart," when Peter will say to them: "Jesus of Nazareth, a man attested to you by God... you crucified and killed by the hands of those outside the law." But at that moment they are caught up in the crowd. They are shouting because everyone else is shouting, and they are shouting the same thing that everyone else is shouting. And in this way, justice is trampled underfoot by weakness, cowardice and fear of the diktat of the ruling mindset. The quiet voice of conscience is drowned out by the cries of the crowd. Evil draws its power from indecision and concern for what other people think."

i was 19 and casually seeing a girl. then one day! found a lump in one of my testicles while i was taking a shower. went to the doctor and it turned out that it was cancer and that they would have to remove it. oh, and i would have to have at least 2 rounds of the most intensive chemo out there if i wanted to not die. there was also the very strong chance that i would be sterile for the rest of my life. realizing that this was something that i might not survive i ended things and dropped off the face of the planet for the girl i was seeing, as i didn't want to end up being the dead boyfriend. she found out what was going on though and basically insisted that she be with me through it all. she came to every single 8-10 hour chemo session and helped me through recovery. fast forward 6 years and we are happily married with 2 kids and our 3rd on the way.

It was a diagram that was used in teaching this topic in integrated science. Nigeria’s education doesn’t pay attention to practicals at all.

They shouted Hosanna like it would last forever. They laid down palms, cloaks, their pride. They treated Jesus Christ like a king finally returning to claim his throne. But they didn’t understand what kind of king He was. He rode in not on a war horse, but on a borrowed donkey. Not to conquer Rome. To walk straight into death. That same crowd, loud with praise, would fall silent in days. Some would disappear. Some would watch. Some would join the voices that shouted for His execution. Palm Sunday is more than just a celebration. It is a warning of how quickly devotion turns when it costs something. How easily we praise what we don’t yet understand. And how often we welcome truth… only to reject it the moment it demands sacrifice. Happy Palm Sunday!

“Do you smoke?” No. “Wow”…..Wow that what??????

If your name is Jesus and you have a big dinner planned with your friends for next Thursday in a garden of some kind, DON'T GO. Those aren’t your friends, boo. One of them will betray you. DM me for details.

Lent is ending on Thursday. This has been the hardest for me as I fell sick in between. May God accept our 40 day fast and help us through the year.