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I saw one ina akarakumo badagry where a whole house is inside bottle. The former Baale now King Travil served us gin with it That’s not explainable for real

Many weird things have happened in this world, many things you'll really find difficult to believe.

Many weird things have happened in this world, many things you'll really find difficult to believe.

There are connections to be made on this app. That is why it is a social medium. Getting clout is okay, but get yourself a good name. I've had to be the middle man in many deals worth millions because one party needs me to be present or vouch for the other party before parting money. I've also heard "I like to work with you because I trust you." You can call me anything, but you'll not call me a thief. That in itself is a good name enough for me. Elon's money is good. It pays the bills. Think of the bigger picture while at it. I've gotten many people jobs here. It wasn't my company they were employed to. They were employed because they came from Dickson. I've raised over N500m here for people, all of which are accounted for. It is simply because of earned trust. Some people even want me to leave Twitter and just come and be working with them. Some like the name I have here and want to leverage on it. It is a win-win. Whether you know it or not, people are watching, and the people that know you are more than the people you know. You'll not know how many billionaires are here until you know.

A young girl named Gabi Mann started feeding the crows outside her home in Seattle…and in return, they began bringing her tiny gifts. Buttons, shiny beads, earrings, screws, and polished stones: over 150 “treasures” the crows dropped off as a thank-you. A lovely proof of the intelligence and memory of these birds.

Kòtò Ayé. This film, and others like it, traumatized me so much as a kid. I developed a deeply unhealthy fear of darkness and being alone. It was so bad that I couldn't even use the toilet at night without telling my elder brother to come stay with me in front of or inside the toilet. Everything and anything always scared me at night: white clothes hanging on the wall, powdered faces, long silence... even deep heaves of sigh or the sound of someone breathing. During the day too, red clothes or black clothes gave me the heebie-jeebies. I was scared of old women. I was afraid of light-skinned ladies (because they were all emèrè or ọmọ omi). I was wary of ladies who were too dark-skinned (because they reminded of the àjẹ́). This part of my childhood was a mess, a puddle of irrational fear, one that I couldn't really control till almost my 20's. Yet, I enjoyed the films, especially for their village depictions, and for the theatrics, the actions, the chants, the incantations, and the spine-tingling songs that permeate the stories. Straight from the humble town of Osogbo, the great man Yekini Ajileye gave us real artworks in those days. Despite the cinematographic limitations, those films felt real, they stayed in our minds long enough to mess with us. Like a true piece of art, they were just unmatched: Koto Aye Seranko Seniyan Nkan Asiri Eran Iya Osogbo Ibrahim Omo Orukan Koto Orun ... and more. We were scared to the bones... yet we craved more. ©YUA 17th March 2026