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There are three ministries in Nigeria that, if they truly worked together, could make life easier for Nigerians while generating billions of dollars in revenue every year. But for that to happen, we need leaders who are willing to put Nigeria first. The three ministries are: 1. Federal Ministry of Transportation 2. Federal Ministry of Marine and Blue Economy 3. Federal Ministry of Art, Culture, Tourism, and Creative Economy These ministries control sectors that could make Nigeria feel like heaven on earth. Take tourism for example. Nigeria’s tourism industry contributes roughly $4–5 billion annually. Now compare that with the Philippines, where tourism generates close to $100 billion every year. Yet Nigeria has more cultural diversity, more festivals, a globally influential music industry, and one of the largest film industries in the world. Now look at the maritime sector. The Philippines earns roughly $16–25 billion annually from maritime and ocean industries. Nigeria earns about $6–8 billion. Yet Nigeria has the largest port economy in West Africa, massive oil shipping activity, a long Atlantic coastline, and one of the biggest consumer markets in Africa The opportunity is there… but corruption and poor coordination continue to slow progress. The last time I visited the Philippines, I traveled from Manila to Cebu, then to Bohol, and back to Manila on a Ro-Pax vessel. That journey made me imagine how transformative such a system could be in Nigeria. Nigeria has eight coastal states that touch the Atlantic Ocean: • Lagos State • Ogun State • Ondo State • Delta State • Bayelsa State • Rivers State • Akwa Ibom State • Cross River State In addition, several inland states are connected to the ocean through river systems flowing into the Niger Delta, including: • Anambra State • Edo State • Benue State • Niger State • Kogi State If Nigeria fully developed inland water transport, cargo and passengers could move by boat from inland states like Kogi, Anambra, and Benue to coastal cities. A Ro-Pax vessel earns from two main streams: • passenger tickets • vehicle and cargo transport (cars, buses, trucks) A typical medium Ro-Pax ferry carries: • 800–1000 passengers • 150–200 vehicles per trip Now imagine Nigeria building 10 major Ro-Pax routes across its rivers and coastline, operating about 20 vessels. Routes could include: • Onitsha to Port Harcourt • Warri to Lagos • Lokoja to Delta State Each vessel could generate tens of millions of dollars annually. Across the network, that is over $600 million in direct revenue every year. Once tourism, logistics, port activity, hotels, restaurants, and trade are factored in, the total economic value could exceed $2.4 billion annually. And guess what? With this, we have reduced pressure on highways, lower logistics costs, reduced congestion at airports, and created thousands of jobs. Countries like the Philippines and Norway use Ro-Pax ferry networks as national transport infrastructure. Now imagine Nigeria expanding that vision further. Imagine tourism and waterway agreements with other West African countries. • Lagos to Tema in Ghana • Benin Republic to Bonny Island • Coastal ferry routes across the Gulf of Guinea The opportunities are PLENTY. We have the resources. We have the geography. What we need is leadership that puts the country first. Because with the right vision and the right people in government, Nigeria can truly become heaven on earth. The funds we spend on presidential yachts, unnecessary renovations, or buying cars for judges, etc could build infrastructure that benefits millions of Nigerians. But we have leaders who are blind to this. Selfish leaders. Nigeria is supposed to be a 1st world country. The attached picture is what a ro-pax vessel looks like. It accommodates both passengers and cars/trucks, etc.

We now have @spiRiituaL and @Morris_Monye running. We need more sensible youths to get involved in Delta State politics so we can develop that state. Delta has so much potential. I stand with two of them. It is coming home 🍷

It’s time to refocus Aniocha North and Delta state.

@bodybyzedd @01percentman 😂😂😂. Exactly what I do tell my friends

@01percentman Except me, na that fire i like. Micheal Jackson will be there

This is why I will keep speaking against Christianity. They affected me more than any other religion. When you tell a child Jesus is coming SOON, how does you think that affects the perception of the future for that child? How do you teach kids that they are not a part of this world! Tell them everyone who isn’t a member of you cult is going to hell! I remember brother Kelechi telling us to wipe and apologize to our chair if a Jehovah’s Witness “false prophet” sits on it to preach to you! It’s crazy! Especially in a church like deeperlife or Jehovah’s Witnesses. Especially the poor. x.com/asakyybackup/s…

One of my biggest fears is having to settle for a mediocre life just because I was born in Nigeria. I can’t let that happen

In a few years, there will be a significant mental/intellectual gap between people who ask AI to write for them, and people who write and tell AI to refine it for them.

@OIuwatosin This is beautiful

After surprising dad 2 years ago on his birthday, I decided to same for mum ❤️

@gib_smoke Check dm my bro

@XlChyno oh really? congrats in advance. 👏🏾

on this day 1year ago, i married my best friend and the absolute love of my life. 🥹🥰 happy anniversary to us my love. ❤️💕

@RealXavier011 @xdownloaderbot download this

This is so beautiful to watch from these Triplets ❤️👑

Generational curses are just behavioural patterns. A lot of kids are making the same mistakes their parents made, and they don't even know it. Tomorrow, they'll keep blaming village people.

@wizzyTSG @shredwithQpid @Psmart_Od Me too. It's not easy but that's the only way you grow. Eat highly protein diet, fiber and carbohydrate. Eat oats and eggs every morning.

@XlChyno @shredwithQpid @Psmart_Od i'm already going to the gym. its the eating part thats tough, but i'll try

Having man boobs is something I struggled with for most of my life. Even before I got fat. But when I got to 120kg it got significantly worse and I genuinely thought it was something I would have to live with forever. I couldn't wear fitted shirts. I avoided certain angles in photos. Taking my shirt off anywhere was out of the question. Losing fat and building muscle changed my life. At 120kg this was my chest. Five months later at 90kg this is what it became. Here's exactly what I did and what I've replicated with clients since. Thread:

@AnnSogunro Congratulations

Four years ago today, I left the shores of Nigeria, and I have never looked back. It remains the best decision of my life—for myself, my family, and the generations to come. ✅ 4 years of no power interruptions. ✅ 4 years of no generator noise shaking the walls. ✅ 4 years of not struggling to feed or calculating every meal. ✅ 4 years of eating whatever I want—so long as I can afford it, not because prices skyrocket overnight. ✅ 4 years of not spending my hard-earned money in the hospital due to preventable illnesses. ✅ 4 years of walking into a hospital and not paying a dime—because healthcare is a right, not a privilege. ✅ 4 years of free schooling for my children—no need for school fees, PTA levies, or “registration charges.” ✅ 4 years of not paying school fees for my children’s education. ✅ 4 years of not praying against a landlord’s wahala. ✅ 4 years of good landlords—no sudden rent hikes, no harassment, no unfair evictions. ✅ 4 years of not paying agents multiple times for the same house. ✅ 4 years of good roads—no endless potholes, no floods swallowing cars. ✅ 4 years of not sitting in traffic for hours just to move a few miles. ✅ 4 years of not dreading fuel scarcity periods. ✅ 4 years of employers who pay salaries on time—no stories, no excuses, no begging for what I’ve worked for. ✅ 4 years of working where my efforts are valued, not where connections matter more than competence. ✅ 4 years of sleeping with peace of mind—no need for burglary-proof barriers everywhere, no fear of midnight robberies. ✅ 4 years of not bribing someone for things that should be my right. ✅ 4 years of living in a system that works. ✅ 4 years of knowing that my hustle will actually pay off. ✅ 4 years of watching my children grow with real opportunities ahead of them. It hasn’t been easy—the sacrifices, the uncertainties, the moments of doubt—but every challenge has been worth it because today, I stand stronger, freer, and more assured of my future. I left for a better life, and indeed, I found it. Copied

@slimvnsn Congratulations

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

They definitely wouldn't find you attractive too, so you have nothing to worry about

Black man and stupidity be like 5 and 6

@wizzyTSG @shredwithQpid @Psmart_Od Eat everything bro. Start taking supplements. Eggs, oats. Creatnine, whey protein. And hit the gym hard

@shredwithQpid @Psmart_Od Bro I need to gain weight

@UsmanMu13055537 @shredwithQpid Just say you're lazy bro. Stop giving excuses. Because that's a fucking lame ass excuse.

@shredwithQpid I dunno man. For a body that God can take anytime, it's really not worth it.

The secret to winning is learning how to lose. Things will not always go your way, so you must learn to handle failure. Failure is not the opposite of success. It’s part of the process.

@Prince_dc21_ @IyelolaIge I don't know why this is so hard to people yo understand

@IyelolaIge Omo if you don't have money for hospital bills and taking care of a baby even if you're married please use protection

I received a call this morning that a childhood friend of mine is gone. He impregnated a lady. She gave birth and got stuck in the hospital. Bills unpaid. Pressure from the lady. Pressure from her mother. He reached out to me a few weeks ago. I sent him some money. His workmates said he had been thinking too much lately. He mentioned to them he was hypertensive. The last call he took was from the lady. After he dropped that call he fainted where he sat. Before they could get him to a hospital he was gone. This morning the lady was discharged. The family sorted the hospital bill immediately. The same bill they could not sort when he was alive. Men please take care of yourselves. Even if na to run from the situation temporarily, run. Come back later when you can breathe. It is better than dying. Rest well my guy.🕊🕊