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Hi everyone, I’m reaching out because I need your help. After an ankle surgery and having spent over 3M my ankle didn’t heal properly, I’ve been in pain since 2023 but I've been managing it with medicines but the last three weeks I've not being able to stand or walk and the pain is unbearable. Doctors say I need a final corrective surgery which is (ankle fusion surgery)to walk normally again. The surgery will cost ₦1,000,000. With post op care, medication, physio , the total needed is ₦1,500,000. Any amount you can give will bring me closer to being pain-free and getting my life back. Please help me 🧎🙏🙏 Account Name: kafari Joy Jemilat Bank: kuda bank Account No: 2030947946 Pls help me reshare 🙏

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Tive um professor de direito econômico que ensinava: se vc achar petróleo numa propriedade sua, venda a propriedade imediatamente e não deixe ninguém ficar sabendo que pode haver petróleo.

My Dad left Nigeria🇳🇬 in his late teens to be educated in the West🇬🇧 After completing his bachelors and Masters in the UK🇬🇧, he created multiple business in the West 🇺🇸🇬🇧and generated more wealth than he could have ever imagined. Dad brought all his talents and expertise back to Nigeria🇳🇬 with the hopes of creating a World Trade Center/African Wall Street. When I was born in Nigeria🇳🇬 I was surrounded by wealth, servants, opulence and two loving parents who despite having it all, modeled the importance hard work, never being a victim and never being satisfied with mediocrity. In 1987 the Nigerian government🇳🇬 illegally and corruptly stole all of my dad’s assets, including his man made island that’s now worth billions and was renamed to Banana Island. While fighting the Nigerian government🇳🇬 in court, he mysteriously died weeks later. We went from rich to poor over night. Mom brought my brother and me to America🇺🇸 It wasn’t easy, as we literally started from the bottom in the Bronx🙅🏾 My brother and I applied what our parents instilled in us at an early age, and despite the plethora of mistakes I made, we both became very successful. Without the opportunities America🇺🇸 has afforded my family, I’d be nothing. Yeah, America🇺🇸 isn’t perfect. We have our issues, just like every other country on the planet, but America🇺🇸 is one of the handful of places in the world where you can start with nothing, put in the work, and end up at the top. I love this country🇺🇸, and I’m not ashamed to say it. And the moment I feel otherwise, I’m gonna pack my stuff up, teach my kids a new language and seek life elsewhere. With that said, #HappyIndependenceDay 🇺🇸 #4thofjuly

RT @Sir_Willoh: @Jide_4_U "my doctor is dead" Just do you. Life has no manual

@Talented_virtua Too broke to be sleeping

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@meikkp yeah ! active

Can we visit your page tonight?

@Thebiglade 1m debt wanna kill me ,depression all day

What do you need so bad right now ??? - new phone - new laptop - 1M - new job/work/gig

Na You Say You Wan To Come To Uncle House For Holiday . Now You Dey Complain Say Na So So Oil Rice We Dey Chop . Oh Because You See Us Like Say We Dey Live Fine Abi. Nor Worry Na. You Go Understand.

@DurojaiyeSegun This thing called death . So Sorry For Your Loss. it's never easy .

I was off Twitter for two straight years. During that period, I lost my younger brother, a senior Mechanical Engineer with one of the car assemble company in Nigeria, and a few months later, my mother’s illness was triggered by his death. When she got sick, we both frequented LASUTH almost every day, while the doctors kept reassuring us that the condition would probably fizzle out naturally. But her health kept deteriorating over the next six months until she was finally admitted. The day she was admitted, seeing her helpless on that hospital bed in a patient’s outfit broke me completely. She kept staring at me and my younger ones while tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks. Yet, she still found the strength to tell us not to abandon one another because, according to her, she saw no medical solution anymore. That same week, I was supposed to defend my Master’s thesis at University of Lagos. She insisted I go, saying she would never want her condition to negatively affect my career. I went to school, and while presenting my project, I suddenly broke down in tears. My supervisor asked what was wrong, and I narrated everything to them. By the time I returned to the hospital that evening, my mother was struggling to breathe and had already been placed on oxygen. I asked, “Why this again, Mum?” She said the medical professionals told her, her pulse was low, she said this while her voice was already shaky. At that moment, I knew my world was crumbling. I cried like a child. I cried my soul out. It got to a point where my mother said she was no longer interested in treatment and wanted to go. She removed the IV lines attached to her body and pulled off the oxygen mask herself. I rushed back to her, held her hands, and begged her while we forcefully fixed everything back. Later, when her siblings arrived while I was outside, she told them not to let us sleep over at the hospital because she was getting better already. My uncle then told me and my siblings to go home, assuring us everything would be under control. I was uncomfortable leaving, but she insisted, and also pretended joking with everyone. That night, I got home with my siblings, but I couldn’t sleep. I just sat on a chair all through, preparing for us to return early the next morning. Exactly 2 a.m., my uncle called and asked when we would be coming back. Immediately, I told him on the phone, “I know my mother is dead.” He replied, “No.” We drove down to the hospital, and the moment I saw everyone standing outside, I said again, “I know my mother is dead.” Then he finally replied, “Yes.” At that moment, I recalled she had forced us to go home because she already knew what she wanted to do. The death of a mother is one of the deepest pains a man can ever experience, a wound that never truly heals. 💔💔💔

Collateral Damage. I think of this most times , but life is life 😏

@lollypeezle Collateral Damage. I think of this most times , but life is life 😏

Imagine someone inside school had flagged him down like “bros, make I follow you reach school gate, abeg”

How do you even know you got cancer and What signs exactly will you start noticing ? Is there really no cure to it? Cancer is taking away a lot of lives…RIP to Alex Ekubo 💔

HBP is the number one killer of black men in Nigeria

@john322226 HBP is the number one killer of men in Nigeria

Never take marriage advice from a man who hates women.

Never Take Marriage Advice From A Woman Who Hates A Man

@KelOnovo Never Take Marriage Advice From A Woman Who Hate A Man