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2026 was a great year for me !!!

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In a Nigerian home, you cannot be overstimulated or neurodivergent as a first born daughter. Best we can do for you is “ikanra” and “o ma n bi nu”

Egg was 30 naira.

@AdewuyiRoseline You are so beautiful. Happy birthday 🎊

Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes, prayers, calls, and messages.

Sometimes I wonder if Nigeria has the necessary documents to be a country😌

This is not even the period to get to know me at all. I dey go through a lot😭

Dimples, tongue rolling and widow’s peak ✌🏽

Garri, a 10/10 life saver

Everyone shut up I just learned a new word: Eremition (eh-ruh-mish-un) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice, but a desire for solitude or renewal.

Anything lower than where I am and UNICEF might have to step in 😩😭

Have you ever been so angry that you stop being angry at the person and start being angry at yourself for being so angry?

If you know any young person that wrote JAMB(UTME) this year and scored upto 220...tell him/her to apply for Mastercard Foundation scholarship at Pan-Atlantic University! Deadline is May 22nd! apply.pau.edu.ng Resharing, someone needs it.

This country annoys me, people will graduate from university in different practical courses, go to nysc camp and they’ll be teaching people how to make soap and do beads. How to make shoes and belts. You’re not even primed and prepared for greatness.

Nigeria is unfair to teachers and health workers.

You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

Only Nigerians use this phrase. Whites only see someone with the experience or someone to be trained. What does being "unemployable" even mean? So the person is retarded and can't work regardless or what exactly?

I’m Stranded in Lagos guys I Need Your Support 🙏 Hi, my name is Esther Ubak. I came all the way from Akwa Ibom State to Lagos for an exhibition, full of hope and excitement, dreaming that this trip would open doors for my craft and creativity. I’m a startup without funding anywhere, and to make this trip possible, I had to borrow money from friends, gather materials, and cover my travel expenses, all with the hope that the exhibition would be a success. But things didn’t turn out as I expected. The exhibition didn’t go as planned, and now, I’m faced with the reality of having to refund every single amount I borrowed. I really need the support I can get right now. So here I am, still in Ajah, Lagos, with all the beautiful, handcrafted, upcycled pieces I brought along. I cannot go back home until they are sold, and every piece carries the love, time, and creativity I poured into it. Below this post are the products available for pickup, each with its price tag clearly displayed. So If you’re in Lagos and love unique art, this is your chance to grab something special. 📍 Location: Ajah, Lagos 📲 To order: Screenshot your favorite piece(s) and DM me on WhatsApp: +2347080501180 If you can’t afford a piece right now, you can still share this post, refer a friend, or invite someone who might love them. Your support, big or small really means the world and can help turn this setback into a blessing. 🙏

Another reason they think we are not good enough in Nigeria is that they want us to know everything. It's only in Nigeria they will expect some with 1yrs experience to know Docker, Kubernetes, Messaging Queues, and advance DSA before they can employ you.