𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒱𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇

Anywhere in Nigeria.

To be truly fluent in English, you must know your shits Dogshit: Very poor quality Bullshit: Not true Horseshit: Nonsense Apeshit: Rambunctious Batshit: Insane Chickenshit: Cowards Ratshit: Poor quality No shit: Obviously Holy shit: Unbelievable Hot shit: Very good Dipshit: Total dumbass Tuff shit: Take it or leave it. Jack shit: Nothing The shit: Perfection

This is the bus terminal in my hometown, Leicester. It was built for £14.2 million, about ₦26–27 billion There is no reason wind should be uprooting a project of 51 billion naira on day 1 These politicians don’t deserve trial , Just straight execution.

lol you cannot get people to hate who they admire and want to become. this is why i am not holding my breath for a revolution

Africans have NO excuse

I just saw on Sky news that Iran produces 94,000 MW of electricity daily. Nigeria struggles to push out 4,000MW on its best day. We need to have serious conversations with ourselves o… cause we fool too much, for a people living in one of the top 10 worst countries on the planet

Nigerian Politician Profile: Bank — Switzerland Hospital — London Holidays — UAE or USA Kids — UK, USA, Canada Pilgrimage — Saudi Shopping — Paris, Milan Houses — Abuja, Dubai, London Fornication —Maldives, Mykonos Checkups — “Routine” trips abroad Constituency — Seen only during elections Promises — “We are working on it” Scandals — “Politically motivated Side hustle — Government contracts Cars — Bulletproof convoy, sirens screaming Light — 24/7 generator (NEPA is for vibes) Security — More guards than a bank vault Country — Managed remotely. But when it’s time to campaign: “My people… I feel your pain.” 🙂 If you like use your head this coming election or they use it for you as usual.

NGL the Maguire redemption arc is something admirable. Maligned , abused ( I was one of them) , he put his head down and responded with actions. I have to respect that. A well deserved renewal. Exemplary conduct

What is wrong with Diaz??…lmao, Bayern should be out of sight

Omo, Bayern dey play ball abeg, is this the level??… Omo, we at United are still far off

Trent is a wonderful footballer

Because he's the epitome of Marvel's approach to superheroes: Having super powers doesn't make your life better. DC is about gods pretending to be human with civilian identities to hide their true power. Marvel is about jacked up people who get even more jacked up by scientific accidents that give them powers and their lives STILL don't get better. Real life would probably be more like that.

Madrid V Bayern…. Lezz haveet!

> See rapid development in a "communist" country > Ask if it's actual communism or just capitalism with a thin red finish > He doesn't understand > Pull out a graph comparing Mao's China and Deng Xiaoping's reforms > He laughs and says "it's good communism, sir" > Look inside > It's capitalism

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.

Nigerian footballers will wear SG boots on dry ground, slide like it’s ice, nearly tear their ACL… then blame the pitch 😭 My brother, it’s not the grass , it’s your boots. FG = dry grass SG = muddy/wet AG = artificial turf TF = hard/turf This is not advanced tactics, it’s basic survival. At this point we need “Boot Education” before tactics 😂 RT before your teammate injures himself this weekend ⚽️

It just gets reported like yeah… Cluster munitions, meanwhile it’s use it’s banned under international law. Iran has concentrated over 90% of its attacks on civilians and civilian infrastructure, but nobody shouts “War crimes” …laughable

Why does the term “war crimes” only get thrown at Western countries? Iran has been exclusively launching cluster munitions at civilians in Israel and no media outlet seems to be saying “war crime.” Weird.

I i was telling my wife the other day that I feel so bad for Gen zs and the generation after them. I was at an event that had a lot of them, and it was just sad. Bad Govt and bad economy have robbed them of having a vibrant social life. They hardly buy drinks at the club, can't afford cars, and can't afford decent apartments, so they create their own little way of having fun in raves and the likes. No money to afford drinks. That's why you see prevalent recreational drug use in that demographic From Uni, I was able to properly plan and go clubbing and will have such an amazing time, i would fly from Benin to Lagos with 10k then and not pay it any thought. When I started working, my first car was 700k, a 2006 EOD in 2012 then, and when I moved to my first apartment. Rent was 1m for a 2bed on the island, and 1hp ac was 60k. I remember buying a ticket to Venice for 180k and changing 2000usd for 360k at southern sun that year. I feel so bad for them, their youth taken away from them because bad govt after bad govt, devaluation after devaluation.

After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal.What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.

When you woke up this morning, your internet worked. You scrolled, you searched, you shared. But 90 million Iranians woke up — again — to total darkness. Their government has now imposed the longest nationwide internet blackout ever recorded in any country. Almost 40 consecutive days. That should alarm every one of us. Iran’s information blackout is a weapon against its own people. When governments can flip a switch and immediately disappear 90 million people from the internet, the rest of us lose our eyes and ears too.