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@thekashope I took this shots two months ago in Makoko

When you dey with an unappreciative person, nothing will be enough. If you like go Igodo forest pluck golden apple come.

This is the maths teacher from Evergreen schools Enugu. His name is Master Chisom Unachukwu. His students took 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions for Junior Category for South East Maths Olympiad Grand Finale. These boys are hooot!!!!

You listen to some songs and realise that music is the closest thing we have to time travel.

@OniFoto32 @callmeToye God bless your Soul 🕊️ .

Just me and the devil

I joined a soccer team at 31, after not playing for over 13 years. Apart from my close relationships, it is now the greatest source of joy in my life. I urge everyone to remember what they once loved and return to it……

To begin with don’t call them a cult. That’s why you are shocked they are willing to be photographed. No serious recent scholar calls them a cult. This is colonial framing. Next, while reading Fremont Besmer’s main text Horses Musicians and Gods also read his smaller papers like those about an initiation in Ningi. Finally I have done a very long piece about Bori in Nigeria here, which tackles most of the linguistic as well as ethnographic questions here, based not just on desk research but also field research, interviews with Bori practitioners etc (I also included lots of material for further reading, which if you want to talk about or photograph them, you should read): open.substack.com/pub/elnathanjo…

If you are not rich but you want your children to speak well, think clearly, and sound confident among their peers, buy a radio. Play it at home every day. Less TV, more radio. Radio shapes a child’s mind in ways TV and short-form content never will. Language on radio is structured, censored, and intentional. Kids naturally avoid vulgar or lazy expressions because they are constantly hearing proper diction. They learn how to form sentences, ask questions, and express opinions clearly. Beyond language, radio teaches respect. Conversations on radio model how to listen, wait your turn, disagree without insults, and engage thoughtfully. Many programs emphasize values, responsibility, and community awareness. Children absorb these lessons without being lectured. Radio also keeps children informed. They learn what is happening in their society, not just trends on the internet. News, traffic, public health discussions, culture, and local issues become normal topics to them. This builds social intelligence early. They grow up aware, not disconnected. Another underrated benefit is imagination. Radio forces the brain to visualize. Kids learn to think, picture scenarios, and process information deeply instead of passively watching images. This improves concentration, comprehension, and memory. Radio is also accessible and affordable. No expensive subscriptions, no internet, no algorithms pushing nonsense. Just consistent, curated content that educates by default. Most importantly, radio slows the mind down. In a world of instant clips and overstimulation, listening trains patience and focus. These skills show up later in how children speak, reason, and carry themselves. The act of listening to radio is slowly dying, and that’s a loss. Not because radio is old, but because it quietly builds the kind of intelligence and confidence that money usually has to pay for later. Sometimes the simplest tools shape the strongest minds. Since I stopped listening to the radio I can't lie i feel empty.

Hey, I’m Miji and I really hope the algorithm shows you my music. Please repost if you love.

I felt tears well up when I saw this. About 15 years ago, my twin brother and I were those children. We were picked up along Adeola Odeku, Victoria Island by uniformed men, taken to court on false charges, and sent to Oregun Boys Correctional Centre. Life there wasn’t reform, it was pure hell. What saved us wasn’t enforcement or raids. It was intervention: education, shelter, patience, and people who saw potential where others saw only nuisance. After we got out, @TheDestinyTrust took us in. They didn’t chase us away, they gave us a home, schooling, and belief in ourselves. Today, my brother and I are undergraduates at the University of Lagos and University of Ibadan, and we’re both software engineers building a better future. These children on the streets today can become the same, if given a chance. Choose intervention over intimidation. Choose education over detention. Choose to solve the root problem, not punish the child.

Many ppl have loved truly and deeply ppl they didn't marry. This is why many ppl may never experience the real depth of love from their spouse, cos they've given it to someone else before, and don't have it anymore to give. Many married ppl are consolation prices to each other.

He kicked this rock across 7 states, over 100 miles, for 169+ days and it’s now basically a perfect sphere.

Some of us take for granted that some of our friends are actually “legends” in the making. I see some of my friends do that most insanely impressive things, and I’m like “damn, I’m so proud to know this man”

Awesome story

Everyone should see this for the new year… it’s so simple yet intricately profound

Audiobooks are books, and yes, someone can say they read a book if what they did was listen to it. People consume and process language differently. For many readers, words arrive as images as they move through a page. For others, mental imagery is faint or absent, yet meaning still lands with precision and depth. And for some, language settles more fully when it is heard rather than seen. None of this diminishes the seriousness of the encounter. It simply reflects the range of human cognition. Listening to a text is not a lesser form of engagement. It is a different one. This matters even more when we remember that many literary and intellectual traditions were shaped long before silent, private reading became widespread. In much of Africa, knowledge has long been carried by voice, through listening, repetition, and performance, sometimes alongside written forms. Stories, histories, poetry, law, ethics, and memory itself have been learned in rhythm and breath, in community, in the public air. The Qur’an is a useful example here. Stay with me for a bit on this. Long before it existed as a complete compiled book, it was transmitted primarily through recitation and memorisation, with written materials also used. The Qur’an was revealed to the Prophet Muhammad over roughly twenty-three years (traditionally dated c. 610–632 CE). In the well-known Sunni account, after the Prophet’s death, an early compilation was undertaken under Abu Bakr, prompted by fears that Qur’anic reciters and memorisers were dying in battle. That project relied on what people had memorised and what had been written down, with verification and cross-checking. To suggest that those early believers did not truly know the Qur’an because they first encountered it through sound rather than page would be absurd. Audiobooks sit comfortably within this lineage. They are not shortcuts. They still require time, attention, and openness. You can half-listen to an audiobook and learn nothing, just as you can skim a page and retain nothing. Meaning still has to be processed, interpreted, and remembered. And yes, distraction ruins both formats. So when someone says they read books and what they mean is that they listened to them, I accept that without hesitation. They spent hours with language. They followed an argument, a narrative, a voice. The words entered them. That, to me, is what reading is. To insist otherwise is to confuse the container for the content, and to treat a relatively recent habit of reading silently as the only legitimate way literature can be encountered. Especially for those of us shaped by cultures where the spoken word has always mattered, that insistence feels not principled, but narrow. Books are made of words, which long before they were written, were heard. Words do not belong exclusively to the page. Words have always travelled. Sometimes they walk. Sometimes they sing. Sometimes they arrive through a pair of headphones while you are stuck in traffic, trying to get home. They are no less words for that.

Losing someone you love makes you realise how much of your life was shared without you ever counting it. You only notice the space when they’re no longer in it.

I’ve just discovered this bespoke Volvo 162C, based on an E36 BMW M3, powered by the 4.9 V8 from an M5, and now it’s the only thing I can think about. #Volvo #BMW #MPower #ClassicCars

The longer I work in psychiatry, the more & more I'm reminded that poverty is one of the most harmful factors (if not the most harmful factor) affecting peoples' mental health.