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@thelola_01 You are a very terrible person. That's all there is to say really

I don't understand why you guys are crying in the quotes and CS. It's not like I held him at gunpoint to send those money to me😑

I'm so ashamed of myself ngl😭 I didn't reply him since morning

@BKSE10 @dizzy10_ Omo. See gaslighting wey get PhD..

@dizzy10_ 😁😁

She will text you after some time to see if you are still stùpid😂

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.

@Aribobo_C @Mrbankstips @GBENSMAN Are you OK? Like are you really OK bro? Is HSV a joke to you?

@Mrbankstips @GBENSMAN Getting an STD from sexual intercourse is such a beautiful thing compared to what porn and masturbation would do to you.

Nobody ever got STD from masturbating

@slimvnsn @yinkadd Lmao. I don't even bother discussing such matters with mine. I just let her believe whatever she wants

@bigstepper9200 @yinkadd That woman will call the whole village for me

My friend Rotimi bought a car he had no business buying in 2019. Tokunbo Camry. 2006. Big boot. Leather seats with a crack on the passenger side he covered with a towel he called temporary and is still there today. He drove it off the lot in Berger like a man handed a small country to govern. We called it the Landlord. Not because it was fine. Because it acted like it owned everywhere it went. That car changed our lives in a specific way none of us planned for. Before the Landlord we were 4 men in Lagos doing what young men do. Complaining about traffic from inside danfos. Eating at bukaterias because they were close and Mama Ngozi knew our orders. Talking about things we were going to do someday in the way people talk when someday feels safely far away. After the Landlord we had no excuse. Rotimi showed up one Friday at 7pm outside my flat and said get in. I asked where. He said Ibadan. I said for what. He said suya and a drive and stop asking questions. We called Femi and Kazeem. Both in within 20 minutes. We drove to Ibadan on a Friday night talking absolute nonsense for 2 hours. Kazeem argued the entire way that Rotimi was driving wrong. Not dangerously. Just wrong. Wrong gear changes. Wrong AC. Wrong station. Rotimi said it was his car and Kazeem said it was everyone's car now and that was somehow accepted as truth without further debate. We found a suya spot near Dugbe at 10pm. Old man. Iron skewer. Newspaper wrap. The kind that makes you angry because you know you'll spend the rest of your life comparing everything else to this moment. We sat on a bench outside and ate with our hands and argued about everything. Football first. Then money. Then which one of us was most likely to be successful. Kazeem voted himself immediately. Femi said Kazeem's definition of success was suspicious. Rotimi said he was already successful because he had a car and none of us could argue with that. We drove back at 1am. Kazeem fell asleep before we reached the expressway. Femi was on the phone with someone he refused to explain. Rotimi drove and I sat in front and we talked quietly the way you talk at 1am when the others are sleeping and the road is empty and Lagos is something you're returning to instead of something you're inside. He said he bought the car because he was tired of waiting to be ready. Said we all kept saying when things are better we'll do this when things are better we'll go there and things were never better enough so nothing ever happened. I said that was the wisest thing he had ever said. He said don't tell Kazeem. Many trips followed. Port Harcourt for a wedding where we ate bole and fish by the roadside for 45 minutes and nearly missed the ceremony. Benin City once with no plan, just driving, found a restaurant that served the best ofe onugbu any of us had tasted and sat there 3 hours ordering more than we could finish. A beach in Badagry that took 2 hours to find and was worth the wrong turns. The Landlord broke down 7 times across all of it. Twice on the expressway. Once in Benin at midnight. Once so dramatically in Ibadan that a mechanic came out laughing before he even looked at the engine. We fixed it every time. Stood by the road eating whatever was nearby waiting for the thing to be sorted. Rotimi would say she's resting. Kazeem would say she was never built for this. They argued while Femi and I found cold drinks. Last month Rotimi sold the Landlord. New owner came and drove it away and we stood in the compound watching it go like we were seeing off something that had carried more than just us. Rotimi was quiet. Then he said we did good with that car. Kazeem said the car did terribly and we overcame it repeatedly. Femi said same thing. We laughed on that compound for a long time. Then Rotimi said he was getting a bigger one. Kazeem said God help us. He wasn't complaining.

They always foil plots and recover explosives in the Southeast. But they are clueless and incompetent in Northern Nigeria. Only the dumb will not understand the game.

LET IT BE ON RECORD that on February 22nd, I arrested a Serial killer named KELECHI Wofuru for kidnapping and multiple murders. November 2025, KELECHI Wofuru from Ubima Rivers State walked out from High High Court Portharcourt a free man for a case of Kidnapping. The court freed him. February, 2026, I led my TECH team from Asaba and arrested KELECHI Wofuru at Ubima Town Rivers. From November 2025 till February 2026, KELECHI Wofuru and his gang kidnapped more than seven victims and kpai them. Two of their victims remains recovered and deposited at UPTH. KELECHI Wofuru is currently in Police custody Rivers State Police Command. He has also mentioned some of his gang members who are also in custody. This wouldn't have been possible if not the involvement of CSP ALEX commander SPECIAL INTELLIGENCE AND OPERATIONS UNIT RIVERS STATE POLICE COMMAND. The likes of KELECHI Wofuru are walking freely because of our Judiciary. Harrison Gwamnishu Safe City Volunteer Foundation

@fineboyrealtor0 @adu_faye Lmao. Can't be a real confra. Dem go too do am wetin no good. You dey whine blood oath?

@adu_faye No try am for lok city ooo ibira boys Dey forget Confra once e see say na him brother dem won knack

The only place wey tribalism no dey work na cultism, an executioner fit be Igbo guy make e pass order to Yoruba guys go run hit on fellow Yoruba guys from another colour and everybody go echo rugged

@slimvnsn @yinkadd Never say this to your mom though 🤣

@yinkadd Hahaha, we ain't getting married though

men want one thing and it's not sex, it's to watch arsenal bottle every trophy known to mankind....

@lvsdiana_ This 👌🏽. The orgasm from this can't ever be achieved through sex. I want to see this fucktards lose everything, every single season. No feeling beats that feeling. Seeing them humbled at the end of the season after watching them chat shit all season 🤣

@Blvck_Igbo_boy Please let us know if and when he responds

One of my duty here is to disgrace you and your likes. Peter Obi's father was Josephat Obi (also spelled Josphat), a successful Nigerian businessman and trader from Agulu in Anambra State. He owned and operated the popular Ideal Soul Supermarket in Onitsha during the 1950s and 1960s one of the early big supermarkets in the East. He died in 1968 when Peter was about 7 years old. Now, who is Tinubu’s father?

@mr_olasunkanmi @Blue_Footy @TheSunFootball Oh shut up. He's not good enough. Yet he's on your pfp.. Absolute clown shit

@Blue_Footy @TheSunFootball He should leave, he is not even good enough make he go sit down for Madrid bench

‼️Enzo Fernandez is preparing to submit a transfer request to pave the way for a blockbuster move to Real Madrid this summer. ~ elchiringuitotv via @TheSunFootball

@ellabosslady_ I'm the Witcher. Nice to meet you. So what's your name?

Men will just see you and want to knack. Ok what if I am a wıtch ??😭😭

A man who can enjoy doing nothing on his birthday doesn’t need validation from the event. Men don’t want a celebration, they want a day where nobody needs anything from them. That IS the celebration.

Every woman feels this way about their men giving other girls money Every woman also feels it's okay to receive money and gifts from other men while in a relationship No logic or values just selfishness and self interest

@CartaAllan @TouchlineX @verobrunati Grimsby town is calling mate. Better pick up

@TouchlineX @verobrunati Chelsea fans are saying he needs to punished forgetting it was Port vale 😭🤣

🚨 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚: Enzo Fernandez' teammates have asked Liam Rosenior to LIFT his suspension as they see him as a key player for the clash vs Manchester City! — @verobrunati

@TouchlineX @verobrunati No please. We need our box crasher out Dr this. Can't have him getting carried away and taking those 3 pts from city. Also, JP needs to sit this one out too.