Mrs. Scofield

Prime, Netflix left Nigeria. TikTok, Instagram doesn’t pay Nigerian creators because low priority, guess why? Twitter, Facebook and YouTube pay way less per Nigerian viewer. Roll outs, perks, only get to us after years of creators in other climes enjoying them. There’s no light. There’s no regulation of rent. Data tariff increases depending on the network provider’s mood. Fuel is 1300 per liter. Fuel has become lighter, evaporates quicker. 5 liters of 2022 is not same as now. But yeah!!! Bring your tax. File your tax! I won’t give you job but if you create one for yourself, I still won’t make it easy for you because I’ll make sure bulk of your money goes to rent payment and electricity. And things will also get ridiculously expensive because $1 is 1450 naira. But yeah, FILE YOUR FUCKING TAX!!! We pay VAT per online transaction. We pay VAT per light purchase. We pay VAT per every purchase or transaction. But hold on… FILE YOUR TAX!!!! And no matter what ridiculousness that happens, we swear that the “next one” that will “definitely” be our tipping point. Bloody hell!

raping girls in broad daylight, the videos are scary asf. i hope every one involved dies the worst way possible!

Dear HR, “Fresh graduate” and “2-3 years experience” should not be in the same sentence.

You guys we have to make this country work, it’s not even funny again.

My coworker used to take the long way home every night. Two extra bus stops, more walking, more money, more time. One day I asked her why she didn’t just take the shortcut alley behind our building. She laughed and said, “Oh, because a guy followed me there once and told me he could ‘do whatever he wanted’ and no one would hear me scream.” So now, every night, she calls a male friend and pretends she’s on the phone with her “boyfriend.” Sometimes she even laughs loudly and says things like, “Yeah, I’ll see you in five minutes, babe,” even when she’s completely alone. Not because she wants attention. Not because she’s dramatic. Because sounding “taken” and “protected” is safer than sounding like a woman by herself. Men cannot even begin to understand the calculations women make every day just to get home alive.

Let me explain what this means so that you understand better. . Sometimes tiny cells in our stomach get very stubborn and turn into bad guys called cancer. They grow way too fast and don't listen to the body's rules. . But you see, these smart scientists in Korea didn't want to fight them with big scary bombs and bazookas like old medicines do. Instead they sat the cells on a wooden bench and said "Look here you stubborn cells, why don't you just remember who you really are and be good again? . So they made a pretend computer twin of our belly cells. Just like a magic video game version. (something like that sha) so they played around in the game to find the three bossy switches that were making the cells stay stubborn. . . Those three bossy switches have funny names. They are MYB, HDAC2, and FOXA2. Fantastic 3 lool . The scientists turned those three mean switches Off. Poof. And just like that guess what? The stubborn cancer cells were like "Ohhh… I remember now! . Then they calmed down, grew up properly, and turned back into nice, normal belly helper cells. No more bad growing. They then tried this in Mice, and the poor mice got better. The bad lumps got smaller because the cells stopped being the bullies they were. It's like telling your barking Dog at home to shusss and calm down. And it actually calms down. . . This isn't ready for humans yet, as it's still developing. But it's going to help out someday. And well, a lot of people are gonna be wayyyy happier. . . . Kudos to the scientists once again and I'm super happy about this development and the positive impact it's going to have on affected people 💪🏾💪🏾 . ✍️ Vincent The Therapist

I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing. Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents. "It's okay," I said. "Take it." He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck. I used to be a math tutor. I walked over. "Quadratic equations?" He nodded. "I don't get it." I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling. The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies. The day after that, five kids came. Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework." Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere. Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill. "Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom." I'm not closing the bakery. I think I finally found my purpose. It's not cookies. It's community.

Tonight at Walmart, I watched a 5 year old boy ask a little girl if he could hug her because he liked her sweater. She said, "No." He smiled, "Okay! I like your sweater. Bye!" and ran back to his dad. To his dad, he proudly said: "I didn't hug her because she said no... but I told her I liked her sweater!" His dad replied, "Cool, buddy!" '...and they went on shopping. If a 5-year-old boy can understand consent and respect a "No," then so can every adult.

In the heart of Alaba International Market, Lagos, back in 2003, Uncle Emeka ran a modest phone accessories stall. He was the typical Naija hustler, early 30s, married with three kids, always smiling through the stress, greeting everyone by name, even his competitors. People knew him as “Oga Emeka,” the guy who would lend you 5k till month end without asking twice, or help fix your customer’s Nokia for free if they were broke. That July, during heavy rains that flooded half the market, Uncle Emeka suddenly clutched his chest mid sale. He collapsed right there on the wet ground, surrounded by chargers and earpieces. It was a massive heart attack, years of hypertension from nonstop grinding, skipped doctor visits, and garri for dinner nights finally caught up. They rushed him to a local clinic, but there was no ECG machine, no proper drugs. Family transferred him to LUTH, where doctors said open heart surgery was needed urgently. Bill, over ₦500,000, a king’s ransom in 2005. His wife broke down, savings gone, relatives abroad not picking calls, kids still in school fees arrears. Then the market did what only Naija markets can do. Word spread faster than fire in Alaba. Rivals from the next stall started the collection first, “Oga Emeka don help me plenty times.” Mechanics from the auto section dropped tools and contributed. Okada riders pooled fares from the day. Even the area boys who usually collected settlement brought ₦200, ₦500 each, saying “Na our oga be that.” A big Chinese importer Uncle Emeka once helped during a shop fire, he gave him space to store goods temporarily, sent ₦200k anonymously through a middleman. SMS chains flew around, before WhatsApp era, church groups, mosque announcements, even radio stations in Lagos picked it up. In less than 72 hours, they raised the full amount. Surgery happened. Uncle Emeka survived, though recovery took months, he lost weight, came back thinner, but alive. When he returned to the market, the whole place shut down for a mini celebration. They carried him shoulder high like a hero. He cried openly, saying, “I thought money was everything, but na people be the real wealth.” That incident changed many lives there. Traders started a small “Emeka Fund” for emergencies, contributions every month to help anyone in crisis. Uncle Emeka himself became healthier, started advocating for check ups, and his stall grew because people wanted to patronize the man God saved through community. This story isn’t fiction, it’s what real Nigerians do when systems fail. In a country where government hospitals lack drugs and bills crush families, the streets rise. It is not about tribe, religion, or status, it is about person wey dey there for you when you need am. Na who get people, get everything. 💔➡️❤️ If this touches you, RT and quote your own market or family saved me story. Let’s remind ourselves what true Naija spirit looks like. 🇳🇬

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Politely tag someone to gift you ₦100,000k. I know there are kind persons on this app.

It looks out of place. Nigeria has a way of making things look so ugly.

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thankful for one year on here 🫶🏻

The fine line between male and female intelligence. 😂

there’s a purpose why God still keeps you alive.

I can’t believe I opened an African grocery store in Bolton last week. It all started like a dream and here we are. Afro Fusion Mart sells African food items, spices, fresh produce and more. We deliver anywhere in the UK. Free delivery for orders above £100.

Nigerians don’t want Free rice, they want to be able to afford rice!

One day👌

You must watch this video before you take cloves.