Olanrewaju Fisayo

This is important This is important Kindly retweet A University of Jos student, John Arum Azi, was kidnapped while traveling to Kaduna. 😭 The kidnappers sent a distressing video showing him being tortured and are demanding ₦30 million for his release. His life is in serious danger.😭💔 If you can help DM

Did you know 125,000 Christians have been murdered and 19,000 churches destroyed by Muslims in Nigeria in the last 15 years? Weird how that never gets any attention. Wonder why 🤔

Merry Christmas!

Raye, an NYSC corps member who recently called out Tinubu’s government over the high cost of living, has revealed that after completing her one-year service, the NYSC failed to issue her certificate😳💔😢

I was so fast at projecting in church sha. I remember when the Provincial Pastor Pastor Austin Ukaiwe visited our church on a Sunday. I projected every single scripture he called, he had to commend me on the pulpit on how accurate and fast the person projecting is. Haha

Jesus told us to feed the poor.

My dad was in a car accident almost a year ago. He spent three weeks in a coma. During that time, the only things he could hear, if he heard anything at all, were my little brother whispering, “Fight, Dad,” and the Braveheart score playing softly from my phone. My mom never left his side. Not once. She slept upright in a hospital chair, holding his hand. She didn’t go home. She didn’t take a “Starbucks break.” She stayed with my dad. People say women marry for protection, for resources, for provision. But what happens when the man can no longer provide? When he can’t speak, can’t walk, can’t open his eyes? That’s when you see what a marriage is. My brothers and my husband lifted his body when he couldn’t lift himself. I figured out how to pay his credit card so his credit wouldn’t be dinged. I cooked meals at home and my brother’s boss treated our family to meals at restaurants. Friends sent gifts to my parents’ home. My kids brought youthful energy and joy. My mom was his rock, his reason. Once he came back to us, he didn’t want anyone but her near him. And she never once complained. She was just grateful he was alive. They say love is willing the good of the other. But for a man? A good woman is more than rubies. She reminds you who you are when you forget. She stands by you in sickness and in health. When there’s only the sound of hospital machines and a heartbeat she’s praying won’t stop. In the East, men were the warriors and women the healers. In the West, men held the power and women had grace. But in every culture, the deepest truth is the same: A good woman brings you back to life and gives you children and grandchildren who adore you, who drop everything to be by your side when it matters most.

My wife is away for work, and I am utterly adrift without her. Nights feel longer. The silence is heavier. I find it hard to sleep without her beside me, her breathing, her warmth, the quiet gravity of her presence. Day by day, we’ve woven ourselves into each other’s rhythm thread by thread until I can no longer tell where I end, and she begins. There’s no one to watch shows with, pausing to laugh or comment on a character’s foolishness. No one to share a meal with, not just the food, but the feeling of being known while eating. Sometimes, we just sit in silence, doing our individual tasks, but in that silence, I feel safe, loved and understood. Marriage, when done right, isn’t a prison. It’s a greenhouse. You grow in it upward, outward. You bloom. I only wish I’d married her sooner. Every act of sacrifice I make for her big or small is done not out of duty but devotion. Because she has brought such rich, radiant meaning to my life. I remember coming home exhausted one night and falling asleep on the couch. I woke up with my shoes off, a blanket tucked around me and somehow, that moment told me everything I needed to know about love. Marriage, when in sync with the right person, is like downshifting from gear 8 to gear 3 as you approach the Bus Stop chicane at Spa-Francorchamps. You’re flying at 300 kph, the engine screaming, the world a blur, and then 8. 7. 6. 5.4.3. Your brain compresses time. Your left foot dances. Your fingers are poised. Your soul smiles. Each downshift lands like a heartbeat, perfectly in time. The engine brake sings a beautiful symphony of pressure and grace. The gearbox spits and crackles like applause in a cathedral. The car shudders not in fear but in response. It’s alive. And you are dancing with it. As you trail-brake into the corner, the rear end flickers just enough to remind you that you're mortal, but you're calm. Gear 3 locks in. The car rotates like it’s thinking with you, not against you. You glide over the curb, short-shift to 4th, and rocket out of the apex with purpose. That’s what marriage is. When it works, it’s not chaos. It’s control. It’s not noise. It’s harmony. It’s not slowing down, it’s finding the right gear to move forward together.

Back to working 7 days a week and sleeping in the office if my little kids are away

Another rough day to be a panican... President Trump's tariffs have brought in a record high of over $100 BILLION in revenue!

So let me get this straight the Fed is remodeling their offices in DC to the tune of $2 billion dollars and they’re already 700 million over budget. Wait what?!?

My pathology report is back and I have been officially declared NED—no evidence of disease! We are praising God for his sweet mercies! If I could ask for continued prayer, though, the pathology did show that one of the 25 lymph nodes they took had cancer, and I had vascular and nerve invasion, which is associated with higher risk of recurrence. So I will continue to be monitored closely, and we are praying for no return of the cancer. Thank you all for the prayers and well wishes. We have been overwhelmed by them. ❤️

People cry as State Department layoffs begin…