DANIEL BONET

@ujnoisemaker Come you de explain wetin happen ni or you de provide solution 😏 😉

to do cool stuff, you need to see what other cool stuff people are doing. exposure is so important

@allaboutmicheal Maybe she get as mark no go worry you 🤣🤣

We no knack, we no date wetin con bring transfer matter you dey sell socks5?

Tomboy with big breast ?? You no serious

@_Kamor Naso one reach out after her pop Me sef follow along Me wey de my prime 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Get in line joor 😅😅

And dump their boyfriends from Jos, who has done everything for them, including paying their rent, supporting their business, paying their fees and sending them money frequently.

@nuwairah_fanta @_secret_ops AMEN I CANT WAIT TO GET MY MONEY UP YALL GONE SEE SOMETHING 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

@_secret_ops Christians are the great terror!st

This is jos today after Friday prayer🥹 Allah ka Kara Dora mu Akan kafiran Garin jos.🤲

@ujnoisemaker Ah don do 7 years for this schschool abeg make we finish this exams 🤣🤣🤣🤣

One thing is certain, the school cannot fail over 40,000 students writing exams We will not be intimidated into silence.

@VIC_kutz You mean the highest bidder 🤣🤣

Allegedly, this wedding was canceled because another man offered the bride visa to meet him abroad so they could marry

@slimvnsn Your healing go long 🤣🤣🤣

I buried my mother on a Saturday in Abeokuta and drove back to Lagos the same night. My aunties wanted me to stay. My uncle said sleep before you travel. I couldn't. Too many people crying in shifts. Too many saying she's in a better place like that was supposed to land somewhere useful. I drove home at 11pm with the windows down and nothing playing. Got to Surulere at 1am. Sat on my kitchen floor because the couch felt too comfortable for what I was carrying. That was March 2021. Grief came the way harmattan comes. Gradually. Drying everything out. I stopped cooking. Stopped returning calls. Went to work and came home and sat with her absence the way you sit in a room that used to have someone in it. I started writing because I had nowhere else to put things. One post on a small blog nobody read. Just what she smelled like when I was small. How she never said I love you but would peel an orange without asking and leave it on a saucer next to whatever you were doing. No announcement. Just an orange. Already peeled. Waiting. I didn't tell anyone. Someone found it 3 days later. She sent me a DM on Instagram. Said her name was Nneka. Said she lost her father 8 months before and read my post at 2am and cried. Said sorry if it's strange to reach out. It wasn't strange at all. We talked that whole night. Not about grief directly. Around it. The way you circle something hot before you touch it. She was a teacher in Port Harcourt. Said exactly what she meant with no decoration. The kind of person you recognize immediately even through a screen. We started calling every day. Month 3 I told her to come to Lagos. She laughed. Said for what. I said I don't know. Just come. She came in August. I picked her up at Ojota park. She walked off that bus looking exactly like I expected and nothing like I expected at the same time. We ate at a buka in Palmgroove and talked until they started stacking chairs around us. She stayed 5 days. First time since March I felt like a whole person. We went to Lekki conservation on day 3. She photographed everything. The way she moved through spaces. Deliberate. Unhurried. Like she had made a private agreement with time. Last evening on my balcony she said your mother would have liked this view. I didn't ask how she knew. She just knew. She went back to Port Harcourt that Sunday. We kept talking. But something had shifted and neither of us named it. She had Port Harcourt. A school. I had Lagos and everything it requires of you just to stay standing. December she got a transfer offer. International school in Abuja. Better pay. Further away. She called and asked what I thought. I asked what she wanted. Long silence on the line. She said she didn't know how to want something without thinking about what it costs someone else. I told her that was the most her thing she had ever said. She laughed softly. Then went quiet. She took the job. January she moved to Abuja. We still talk. But Abuja is not Port Harcourt and Port Harcourt was already not Lagos. The distance does what distance does when 2 people won't say the thing they mean. Last week she sent a photo. New classroom. Morning light through the window the exact way she described her old one. She wrote just 4 words. Different window. Same light. I've been sitting with that for 7 days. I don't know what we are. I don't know if something real can survive this much geography without slowly becoming a memory both of you are too fond of to release. What I know is I still write. And she still sends photos. And somewhere between her window in Abuja and mine in Surulere something is waiting quietly for one of us to say it out loud. We're still looking for the word.

@i_jilim The bills tough crazy

Vom Christian hospital (COCIN) Bingham university teaching hospital ( ECWA) Faith alive hospital (faith alive foundation) OLA hospitals ( Catholic) Andrew Stirrett hospital (ECWA) All providing quality healthcare services. The church >>>>>>>

@Amb_Honesty @thesongmartins 🤣🤣🤣

Most especially those Southern Kaduna girls and some stupid Unijos girls

To stop ants coming in to your house leave a saucer of milk outside. The adult ants drink it & it has an effect on ant reproduction. The young are born without toes so they can't climb in to your cavity walls. This effect is called lack toes in toddler ants.

@eskayhq E no go hard to de know os

yah allah see bare minimum.

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@Bekiwereloo What if my papa guide pass am

What if your Uncle is not wicked, what if he is angry that your Dad started a family without a stable source of income?

The Algorithm finally showed you my art..please like and repost 😍

@WALEBNXN Commander

WHICH Bnxn song fall in this category

@Samsonoko3 Walai Ah just de laugh yesterday for junction come see as men de try discharge girls One guy say e better make she de go make she finish with police 🤣🤣🤣

I hear say curfew hold one guy and him babe for lodge and they no get money to renew

@wene084 "CONCIENCE"

There's one nasty aura you carry anytime you goon, you can't even relate with people normally cos your conscience is eating you and they feel it too. Makes you feel less of a man.