Almost True Tales

@HeDontMakeNoise Alhamdulillah for the quiet wins that are overshadowed by little failures.

@Keyboard183509 @dom_lucre Culture change. I think that’s exactly what it is

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre Culture changed and gender relations are in the toilet.

🔥🚨BREAKING: Grammy winning artist Sabrina Carpenter is under backlash from music fans for constantly killing men in her music videos. Venom1s: ‘Imagine if a male artist made a music video showing women getting deleted and beaten up. He would be cancelled in a day. But a woman artist can literally delete men and nobody cares? Never tell me again that misandry doesn't exist.’

@SaveMusicOrg @dom_lucre Probably😄

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre Likely a man created that video.

@Dead_Baby1969 @dom_lucre Yep, sure does

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre The Internet holds a mirror to this behaviour.

@Rapt0rTheQT @dom_lucre I agree, everyone should be held to the same standard.

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre ut is wrong since it isnt equality. its just hating to hate while if a man does this stuff theyd be arrested, cancelled and called out.

@TheZearGuy @dom_lucre True

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre The same way drops of water can wear a mountain down over time.

@Rapt0rTheQT @dom_lucre Yeah, the version of equality some people are pushing now does feel a bit strange, maybe even wrong.

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre the fact women cant act normal now so equality is turning to all men are trash

@d96singleton12 @dom_lucre I completely agree. Accountability should apply to everyone.

@AlmostTrueTales @dom_lucre Well we are not made to be punching bags for females that are still in diapers. We are made to work and make money and live fully. There is no excuses for women to act like diaper babies and hit us. Take responsibility of your actions and be held accountable. Men lives matter

…given the same causes, the same consequences must follow. Eat and rest well, you build good health. Save and invest wisely, you build financial stability. Life is less mysterious and more mathematical than we all think. Action & consequence: The most impartial law of life. 7/

Cause and effect. It holds true every time. Our people would say: “As you make your bed, so shall you lie on it.” They had a profound understanding that life is not random. It is responsive. Philosophy calls it causality or in some cases, determinism… 6/

My favourite and the most unforgiving principle in life is that action carries consequence. I first heard this idea in physics class, when we learned Newton’s Third Law of Motion: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. 1/

Into The Hot Tarmac: The Last Debate My name is Darray—Lieutenant Darray back then, in the Shookuna Movement Army. I was twelve years old when my brother brought me into the camp and told me this was where we belonged now. I didn’t understand the rules or the politics, only the fear in his eyes when he said we had to stay. And today… a man died. It was a scorching Tuesday of January 12th, 2022, the air above the Kwirishi Bypass was thick and shimmering, not just from the brutal 36°C midday harmattan heat, but from the collective furnace of ten thousand enraged lungs in the nearby Korasha City, where protests against corruption had shaken the streets into a wild heartbeat. The smell was a harsh blend of sweat, burnt rubber, and the metallic tang of tear gas residue. I stayed hidden behind a burnt-out civilian bus, the last piece of cover separating me from the men, trying to look brave, but my eyes were fixed on my brother, Kai. Unlike me, Kai was a man of the people, fearless in the face of danger and our father’s favourite. He was dressed in his usual faded, torn buba and sokoto, clothes that barely clung to his thin, stubborn frame. He looked tired, but his gaze was steady and unwavering. He stood a respectful distance from the man in uniform, Assistant Superintendent Bukinna Roggers. The ASP, in his pristine but sweat-soaked dark-blue uniform, looked like a monument of duty. His rifle, a frightening, futuristic thing called a Tavor X95, was held casually, pointed at the ground between them, less a threat and more a heavy piece of equipment. I hated its black shine. “We finally meet outside of Twitter, Mr. police officer,” Kai called out, his voice raw but calm. “Why don’t you choose the side of the people for once?” Bukinna adjusted his grip, his face hard but earnest. “Ah, the side of the people,” he said, wiping sweat off his brow. “How about I choose the side of order, Kai, eehn, how about that? The side that stops this nation, this city, from sliding into the abyss. You call whatever it is you and your little minions think you’re doing freedom; I call it for what it is, a prelude to civil war.” I listened, eyes darting between them, trying to make sense of the big words. “I am the servant of the law,” the policeman thundered, aggressively beating his chest, sounding sure of himself. “That man you seek to destroy is an elected official. He represents a constitutional order, and you, Kai, are operating outside the legal framework. You are a criminal, and I wish there was a way I could make you understand that I am the one on the right side of this. I uphold the structure, I believe in the possibility of change within the system, and I also believe in achieving that change in a peaceful and lawful way.” Kai simply sighed, a sound of profound disappointment. “Structure, you say? What structure? Structure built on mud? You call it law; we call it a sophisticated system of theft that launders evil into legitimacy. Your so-called law protects the right of politicians to loot. An unjust law is an act of violence, not an act of order. The only law I agree with is the moral law, the one etched onto the faces of the children whose future that man you protect is stealing. You are simply an accomplice defending thieves with your rifle.” I almost clapped. The money Papa spent on Kai’s secondary education hadn’t gone to waste, I thought, and then Bukinna continued making his case. “You speak of morality, but we both know your actions only guarantee instability. Look at the chaos you cause, what is the moral in that? Who takes over when you bring down this government? You? Your Commander? The military?! My loyalty is to the stability of this nation. I ensure there is still a nation left to fix. I am doing the good, necessary work of holding the line so the whole city doesn’t collapse.” I understood the policeman’s argument. Mama had always preached that stability was better than chaos. But my brother wasn’t having any of it; his voice remained even, almost academic, as if correcting a failed thesis. “The anarchy is already here, Bukinna. You just wear a uniform that makes you blind to it.” Kai’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “In the North, farmers are slaughtered daily. The Southerners are kidnapping and selling human parts for money. Insecurity everywhere. The politicians’ corruption is the instability, and your “peace” only guarantees graveyards, officer. I have made it my job to fight these true agents of destabilisation that you seem so oblivious to.” This point seemed to cut deepest, and Bukinna dropped his gaze momentarily, the safety catch of his Tavor feeling cold. “You know,” he began, adjusting the collar of his uniform, “people always think police officers are heartless monsters. That we enjoy standing in the sun all day shouting commands, extorting and arresting people.” He chuckled, but it was dry and bruised. Read full story on Medium. @AlmostTrueTales/into-the-hot-tarmac-the-last-debate-cf0a7f610f31" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">medium.com/@AlmostTrueTal…

@HeDontMakeNoise Alhamdulillah for the quiet wins that are overshadowed by little failures.

The mother of Aston Villa youngster Jamaldeen Jimoh-Aloba was ecstatic last night when her son made his Premier League debut against Arsenal. Every parent’s dream 🥹❤️