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Update: I paid. In full. ₦145k yesterday. Let me be clear about what that means. I was never running from this debt. I told them on March 13 I would pay. I told them my salary date. I offered to pay interest. I communicated every single step of the way. They responded by going to my house while I was at work, telling my landlord, my neighbours, and my cleaning lady about my debt, filming my compound, lying about being unable to reach me, and exposing my NIN data. Over a debt I wasn't running from. The payment was never the issue. Their conduct was. Paying this debt does not erase what they did to my reputation in my own compound. It does not fix my tenancy situation. It does not un-expose my NIN data. It does not make the lies they told my landlord disappear. @CDcare_ng has not responded. Not publicly. Not privately. Not to my email. Not to my thread. Complete silence. A journalist is currently working this story. My landlord, neighbours and cleaning staff have all agreed to provide written statements. The silence from @CDcareNG is noted and documented. To everyone who has shared, quoted, and shown support, thank you. This thread was never about avoiding a debt. It was about a company that thought harassing a loyal customer in his own home was acceptable debt recovery. It is not.

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@Garvey_Spirit @Jericoco22 @PeterChesire4 @Markosonke1 The blatant dishonesty by my fellow Nigerians is just sad to see.

@Jericoco22 @PeterChesire4 @Markosonke1 Rest little man, you don’t know what you’re talking about.

Look at the world… you’ll find Chinatowns in almost every country, with Chinese cultural leaders, festivals, even community structures, but you don’t see chaos or people burning things over it. You’ve got Indian communities across the globe celebrating their traditions, crowning cultural figures, hosting festivals… no one is panicking saying "they’re taking over." Even Europeans move everywhere British, French, Spanish communities exist worldwide and nobody is fighting because someone represents their culture abroad. So why is it different with us? If Nigerians crown a king in East London, it doesn’t suddenly make him king of South Africa… it’s clearly a cultural/community thing. Why are we so quick to fight, destroy, and divide? Africans,kanti yini ngani… what are we really angry at? Why do we hate each other like this?

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@DegenSage @19thyearesther It's not what it looks like

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Let us do the maths that Nigerians cannot afford to do. The President of Nigeria travels with a fleet of ten aircraft. Six jets. Four helicopters. All maintained at public expense. All managed by the Nigerian Air Force. All funded without full public line-item explanation to the taxpayer, in a way that a bag of cement never escapes. The man buying it counts every naira. In April 2024 he flew to the Netherlands. His main jet, the Boeing 737, was in Germany for repairs. It had been parked at EuroAirport Basel since March 25. While it sat there the Nigerian government paid €5,000 a day in parking fees. By the time the president landed in the Netherlands, the parking bill alone was €165,000. The second jet he was travelling on developed a fault. An oxygen leak. In the Netherlands. Ten aircraft in the fleet and two were broken simultaneously. So the President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, the Giant of Africa, the most populous black nation on earth, left The Hague on a chartered Falcon 8X registered in Malta. His ministers flew commercial. He arrived in Saudi Arabia for the World Economic Forum. The forum where he was to represent Nigeria’s economic interests. On a rented plane. Within weeks the House of Representatives Committee on National Security and Intelligence recommended buying new aircraft. The solution to a broken fleet was not to fix what was broken. It was to spend more. N150 billion later, a refurbished Airbus A330 arrived. The presidency’s spokesman said it would save Nigeria millions in maintenance costs yearly. It was flown to South Africa to get Nigerian colours painted on it. While it was away, the President used a jet registered in San Marino, a microstate with a population smaller than Surulere. Ten aircraft. N26 billion spent in 18 months to maintain them. Half of them broken at any given time. One new one bought for N150 billion. One old one parked in Switzerland for sale. Three seized by a French court over a Chinese debt Nigeria had not settled. And somewhere in Lagos, a vessel the budget called a presidential yacht arrived at the waterfront. The National Assembly said no. The government said it was for the Navy. Multiple sources said it was already there. The presidency said nothing more. The average Nigerian cannot board an Okada, a motorcycle taxi, in peace. Cannot fix a pothole on their street. Cannot find antivenom in the capital city. Cannot afford a bag of cement that has doubled in price. Cannot buy a tokunbo Corolla that now costs what a civil servant earns in three years. But their taxes maintain ten aircraft, half of them grounded, for a president who still had to charter a foreign plane when two of them broke down on the same trip. This is not a story about jets. It is a story about what a government considers essential and what it considers expendable. The jets are essential. You are expendable. And if the maths does not apply to you, you know exactly what you are the exception to. 🐝🐆

@Thazhigilla_ The lie was obvious when you mentioned the air-conditioning being on from 11pm to 4am lol. Then when you said the DPO gave you 15k for your efforts, I started laughing😂😂

Many people might not believe this but... In 2023, I was packed into a police Danfo during a random raid in Jos, Plateau state. I was trekking for an all night session in school. They drove us to the station, seized our phones, and told everyone to sit on the bare floor behind the counter. The IPO in his faded uniform brought out rumpled sheets of paper and shouted ''Criminals remove your shoes make una write una statement for here'' I tried to look at the guys beside me who were sweating and writing things like "I am just walking and police catch me abeg I am a student." Another guy with a torn shirt was writing, "I swear to God I am not a cultist, I only went to buy indomie and egg, my mother is a widow." One particular guy was literally dropping tears on his paper, writing, "I don't smoke loud, I have CHM 101 test tomorrow morning, please have mercy in Jesus name." I knew my family did not have 50k for any emergency bail. So I sat on that cold floor, balanced the paper on my knee, and activated the ''Femi Falana'' in me (small HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MUDER was giving me confidence). I did not write a plea o. I wrote a chronological, legally terrifying timeline of my abduction. I used phrases like "unlawful detainment," "absence of probable cause," and "infringement of fundamental liberties." I made sure my handwriting was looking like a typed font🤲🏾 Thirty minutes later, the DPO walked in to inspect the night's harvest. He was biting the edge of a pure water sachet when he started reading the statements one by one, tossing them aside. Then he picked up my paper. He read the first paragraph, stopped, and looked at the crowd on the floor. He read it again. I was already preparing my mind for Cell One, the one with Mosquitoes that trained in Afghanistan. I was entirely convinced my grammar had angered him. The DPO looked at the IPO and said, "Who write this thing?" The IPO pointed at me. The DPO told me to stand up and follow him to his office. At that point, I wished I wrote my statement in Hausa😭 I entered the room, sweating like cold water. He sat down, dropped the paper on his desk, and said, "So, you sabi write English like this and you dey waka late night?" He opened his drawer and brought out a massive stack of dirty files. He complained that the station's secretary had been sick for three days and they had a massive backlog of official reports to send to the Area Commander. I did not enter the cell that night. I sat in a perfectly air-conditioned office from 11 PM to 4 AM, actively ghostwriting police reports, restructuring suspect confessions, and formatting legal petitions for the Nigerian Police Force. By 5 AM, the DPO gave me 15k cash for a job well done, bought me a plate of white rice, and ordered the patrol van to drive me safely to my hostel with full escorts. If you are currently smiling at this beautiful grass-to-grace story, I want you to know that you just read several heavy paragraphs of pure, undiluted fiction. I have never been arrested in my life. I am currently on my bed eating bread and egg. But like the original tweet said, proper articulation solves 75% of your problems. The remaining 25% is knowing how to lie fluently to farm engagement on this app. Happy Sunday.

@adaobi_amadi My belief is that this kind of temperament and thoughtfulness is not taught but inbuilt. Just like some kids are naturally stubborn and destructive, others are naturally kind and sweet. Ultimately "training" is just trying to make the best of what type of kid you get.

This afternoon, I went to a salon on my street to get my hair washed and put into cornrows. When I left my house, the sky was clear and the weather was beautiful. It wasn't sunny, nor was it cloudy. When I got to the salon, the hairstylist wasn't there. She had gone out briefly. The woman I met there told me to wait a bit for her, and I did. About 10 minutes later, the hairstylist came back and she started to attend to me. After washing my hair, halfway into braiding it, the skies suddenly turned grey, and dark clouds started to gather. It was clear to see that heavy rain was coming. People walking by started to walk faster. Traders started to take their wares inside their shop. The street became busy with people hurrying to get to their destination before the rain started. I told the hairstylist to hurry up. I didn't want to be caught and held up in her shop by the rain. But it was too late. Just as the hairstylist plaited the last cornrow, the rains came down. Falling angrily... accompanied by a breeze that upturned plastic tables and pushed nylon bags into the gutter by one side of the street. I had no option but to wait it out. I had been sweating earlier when I had left my house, and I was wearing a tank top and shorts. The sudden change in weather brought a new feeling. Cold. I was so cold I was shivering slightly. I needed to get back home. I thought about braving it and running home in the rain, but common sense prevailed, so I stayed back and waited. The hair stylist offered her umbrella. A small umbrella. I knew it had no chance against the heavy, rainy breeze, so I took it but held on to it. I wanted the rain to subside a little before heading out. A few minutes later, as if the skies were listening, the rain subsided. People who were caught in the rain and had taken shelter in shops and stalls started to come out and run towards their destination before the rain became heavy again. I knew it was my chance too to go home. I thanked the hairstylist for her umbrella and promised her that David would bring her umbrella back to her when I got home. I then headed home. It was still raining but not as heavily as it had started. As I walked, I kept looking down to avoid puddles of water. I was still looking down when I heard, "Mummy." I looked up to see my son, David, in the rain. He had an umbrella over his head in one hand, and in his other hand was another umbrella. "I knew the rain held you there, so I was bringing an umbrella for you." I just looked at him, my heart bursting with love. "I'm sorry I wasted time," he continued, "the rain was too heavy for the small umbrella, so I collected umbrella from Xhjkk to come." Me:

Good Day Everyone. 🙇🏽 Kindly help me repost for a larger audience. 🤲🏽 Today makes it exactly one month since I shared my kidnapping story here on X. The main reason I spoke out was to seek help from Nigerians during one of the darkest times of my life. From the depth of my heart, I want to say a very big thank you to everyone who stood by me those who prayed, supported me and my mum financially, and helped amplify my story. Your kindness has meant everything to us. A special appreciation to @DaddyFRZ , whose generous effort on his IG Live raised ₦1.2 million, helping us pay off part of my mum’s debt. I’m also deeply grateful to everyone on X who contributed we were able to raise ₦420,000 here. May God bless you all abundantly. Thanks to @Wizarab10 for quoting my post that day. Even he no raise am for me. 💔😢 However, despite reaching out, I didn’t receive the expected support from some influencers on X. Sadly, the Ekiti State Government also did not respond to my situation. Those who initially showed concern, including the SSA to the Governor and the Honourable Commissioner for Finance and Economic Development, have not gotten back to me. 😢 At this point, I am humbly appealing once again to Nigerians for financial assistance. My mum is still burdened with debt, and we are currently struggling deeply with poverty. Things are very difficult for us, and we truly need help to get back on our feet. Please, if you can support in any way, we will be forever grateful. May God bless and reward you for your kindness. We have a debt of ₦4.5 million to pay off. 2088772282 UBA OLANIYI GBOLAHAN @isrealjuju @davido @YoungJonn @Pinovibes @Wizarab10 @DONJAZZY @iam_pterr @asakemusik @Olamide0fficial @_itsmaytips @Mrbankstips @mrbayoa1 @ReekadoBanks

Her name was Ifunanya Nwangene. Nanyah to those who knew her voice. She was 26. She had left architecture for music. She had completed French classes. She had a collaboration with Tbrass in the pipeline. She was preparing her first solo concert for 2026. She had a soprano that turned chairs on The Voice Nigeria and made Rihanna's words sound like something the composers never imagined. On the morning of 29 March 2026, she would have woken up. She would have seen the posts, the speeches, the birthday tributes rolling across her timeline. And she, one of the over 240 million citizens of this administration, would have added her voice. A soprano voice. The kind Nigeria produces and then fails to protect. She is not here. She is not here because on 31 January 2026, a cobra bit her in her Abuja home while she slept. She woke up in pain and did what any Nigerian in the capital city of Africa's most populous nation would do. She went to the nearest clinic. No antivenom. She went to the Federal Medical Centre. The last dose was used. Her choir director ran through Abuja searching for more. He came back to find her gone. She died at 12:20pm. Four hours after the bite. In Abuja. The same Abuja where N150 billion landed a presidential jet. Where N10 billion is putting solar panels on the Villa. Where N21 billion finished the Vice President's house in twelve months after fourteen years of abandonment. Where the government that cannot keep antivenom in hospitals decided that the comfort of its officials could not wait. Ifunanya could wait, apparently. She waited for four hours. Now she is not here to sing happy birthday. She is not here to add her soprano to the chorus of 240 million voices this administration governs. She is not here to perform that solo concert. She is not here to release the Tbrass collaboration. She is not here to speak French in whatever city she was going to take her voice next. She is not here because the system failed her in the most basic, most preventable, most inexcusable way. A snake bite. Treatable. The Nigerian Senate said it themselves after she died: no Nigerian should die from a treatable snakebite in 2026. But she did. And she is one name. One voice. One soprano. Since the President's last birthday, the National Human Rights Commission has documented 3,584 Nigerians killed and 3,012 kidnapped in fifteen months. Eight dead every day. Seven taken every day. Not statistics. People. Each one had a name. Each one had something they were building. Each one had a birthday they will not see. In November 2025, more than 300 children were taken from a school in Niger State in one night. In January 2026, over 160 worshippers were abducted. The same month Ifunanya died. In February 2026, more than 160 people were killed in two villages in Kwara State in a single attack. The jet that carries the President to the Netherlands and Saudi Arabia cannot bring back a single one of them. The solar panels going into Aso Rock cannot light up the hospitals that had no antivenom. The N21 billion residence built for the Vice President in twelve months cannot restore one year of the life Ifunanya will never live. Happy birthday, Mr. President. The soprano is silent. 🐝🐆

¡Feliz Domingo de Ramos, ilicitanos! 🌴💚

Once again.

We turn our gaze to Jesus, who reveals himself as King of Peace, even as war looms abounds him. He remains steadfast in meekness, while others are stirring up violence. He offers himself to embrace humanity, even as others raise swords and clubs. #GospelOfToday

Happy Palm Sunday everyone! ❤️ HOSANNA to our King of Peace, our Lord of Lords, the defeater of death and saviour of humanity, Jesus Christ! 👑 HOSANNA HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST JESUS CHRIST!!! 🙏

Call for help. My mum was hit with a stroke in may 2024. Since then our lives haven't remained the same. My family have spent all our savings yet her condition hasn't changed. She has severe BP challenge, she has diabetes. Which has gone on to take a toll on her kidneys.