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Lol, why would I delete it? Back in 2020, because of the exceptional performance of Seyi Makinde during his first term, I said he had the qualities to be President. Fast forward to 2023, while he was contesting for reelection as governor, Peter Obi came on the scene and, based on his track record, I volunteered to be his campaign photographer pro bono because I genuinely believed he was fit for the job. I didn’t stop at taking pictures. I went back to my polling unit on election Day, voted, bought snacks, and encouraged people to stay until every single vote was counted. Peter Obi won there too. For context, that polling unit is close to the PDP national secretariat in AkwaIbom, and Udom Emmanuel was the PDP campaign DG. In 2025, I returned and continued my work as his photographer. So why exactly should I be ashamed that I saw visionary leadership in 2020 and wanted it at the national level? Unlike some political jobbers who once praised Peter Obi and later switched up, I’ve never changed my stance on Seyi Makinde. I’ve never insulted or disrespected him. I’m not just a supporter of Peter Obi, I work for and with him. He has the capacity to lead this country, and Seyi Makinde does too, based on proven track records. At the end of the day, it’s better for productive and competent people to contest elections than to leave leadership in the hands of drug dealers, certificate forgers, and people with no traceable background. I want a Nigeria that works and I’m happy the race is competitive, unlike the coronation some people were hoping to have.

"I regretted voting Obi in 2023" I don't know why you're regretting a decision that hasn't had any effect whatsoever in your life for the last 3 years.

@ZidyepO We like to believe that kids are born with special abilities in singing, drawing, and sports, but refuse to bliv that the special ability can also be stubbornness! I grew up around one very sturborn boy his mom was the one advising me to stay away from him so he won’t corrupt me

My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape. Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to. We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control. Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual. I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it. I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach. Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal. My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time. Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.

“They are trying to lie to us in their movies” Broo they act the same way in real life 😂

Wizarab is not my lord and savior. He's my guy. He's my guy because we have shared principle of transparency - which is why I defended him when you people wanted to label him a thief. As of today, I'll go to any ends to defend him - that he's not a thief. Same way I went to the ends to defend Dr Funmi when feminists wanted to nail him eternally as a rapist. Myself and Wizarab disagreed many times, even on the TL - and on the day that you people are cooking him for an opinion I agree with. If I cannot call it out, I won't defend it. As long as it is an opinion, not a crime. A lot of you don't like him, that's okay. A lot of people don't like me too, that's also okay. I'm actually in hopes that more people dislike me as long as they can respect TF out of me from a distance. In fact, there are people Wizarab is cool with that I absolutely detest, thats okay. I know what hinges our friendship. As long as that's solid, he'll still be my guy. This is why when people say things like: "I thought you and Oluomo were cool" Errm yes, until I found out that he was defrauding people, desperate people. Again, If the values upon which I was sang your praises reneges, I am within ideological precepts to change my stance. This is the relationship I have with my guys, my friends. They know I won't lick their ass, I know they can't lick my ass. This has been my foundational principle, how I guide my life patterns and because of its consistency - it can't bear a gotcha moment. So to the "waiters for one day" please keep waiting. It's been 6 years. Heck, I was struggling in my undergrad wallowing in biting hunger and didn't ask my well-to-do uncles because they held principles I didn't agree with.

I wasn't even 20 yet when I started driving impact. The students I taught in schools & tutorial centres, bet '11 & '15 would eclipse 10,000. Around Sango, I was a big name in the sciences. The ex UI SUG President who is now a notable lawyer, I taught him from JSS 3 to SS3.

This PETER OBI self, e don Dey pretend for like 20+ years now 🤷🏽‍♂️

When we were growing up, we made plans with our friends. We wanted to be successful and we wanted our friends to be successful as well. But the reality is that our clock is different. We would not all be successful and even the ones that are successful, succeed at different times. The beauty of friendship is that, if one of us succeed, we have a measure of protection to leverage on. I do not know what you people call friendship but a person that want friends must show himself friendly, and there are friends closer than a brother. This idea of making it and suddenly blacklisting the people you used to call friends, is insane. If they were not good people, you would have cut them off before you made it. The only person changing here is you. It would be a shame if my friends need help and they can't ask me. Why am I in their lives then? What is the point of being friends for 10, 15, 20 years and I can't come through for you. I come through for strangers. Why wouldn't I show up for my own? My friends know me and they trust me. In fact, I'm sure they know that God forbid they die, their kids education and welfare will be sorted as I would my own kids. Making new friends is good. We connect and expand on the relationships we have as we grow in life. If you keep cutting off the people you used to know as soon as you climb up the ladder, why should the new friends and connections trust you? The higher you climb, the harder it is to trust. That is why people say it is lonely at the top. People are not stupid, they are vetting your character whether you know it or not. I have friends I made from secondary school. I have close friends from university who are my brothers. I have friends from my time in the UK and we are very close. I've made friends from X whom I am close with. Current relationship does not erase past relationship. Your new friends have other friends. There is nothing happening in your life currently that warrants cutting off your friends just because you're doing better. If you're doing better, you have a responsibility to look after them and be kind to them. Your friends are the only people in this cold world who allow you to be yours and who can call you to order, while still having your back against all odds. DO BETTER!!!

Stay out of trouble. Hear me out, brothers 1. Stay away from road rage. Ignore that idiot driver on the road. 2. Pay attention to your instinct; when it feels like “don't go” please don't go. 3. Let your kids share a bedroom. Don't let them sleep individually. Males have their bedroom likewise for the females. 4. Play PlayStation with your kids.

Perfect case in point of what it means to have colonised media. A group of women came together to protest against an unjust colonial tax in 1929. The colonial authorities needed to break up the protest, so they called it a "riot" even though women quite clearly cannot "riot" in the conventional sense. Using the language of "quelling a riot", the colonial oyibos used firearms and other extreme forms of violence to put down the protest. They shot 55 women dead in the process 97 years later, the descendants of these martyred women are still using the language of colonial racists from 1929, calling their own ancestors' anti-colonial movement a "riot". Just your friendly neighbourhood CIA man reminding you that even if they "freed" you in 1960, most of you have still not freed yourselves. Whenever you wake up...

No social media apps, no news channel, main whatsApp lines deactivated. Activated a new WhatsApp - family emergencies & I told them if it is actually an emergency, they should call 911. I still do a 9-5 & I have academic demands - so yes, only browsing PubMed and outlook.

In case you think she’s lying💀

He said Nigerian leadership was filled with people who only seek personal gain. Said we were “a different people playing to a different set of rules.” Said our tribal loyalty was greater than our national loyalty, and we’re a society without meritocracy This was 1966, by the way. You could still say the same thing in 2026.

Chief Mrs Chimamanda Adichie blows hot on Igbos who give their kids meaningless Igbo names like Zara, Cassie and Jida, while using derogatory terms like " Eji igbo Eje Ebe "

things wey women dey talk, you nor go really grasp the magnitude of the stupidity inside am until man talk am.

you dan score own goal for us again mehn😭

Not every healthy baby food is actually safe… Many moms think that the more ingredients they mix into their baby’s food, the healthier it becomes But the truth is too many ingredients can upset your baby’s delicate stoma #BabyNutrition #Motherhood #ParentingTips #InfantCare

When you mix many nuts &foods and fruits together: One nutrient becomes too high (fat/protein) Other important nutrients (like simple carbs for energy) become too low 👉 Baby needs simple, balanced meals, not overload #babyfood #mumslife #motherhood

Later we will will talk about those of you who are throwing fresh fish inside already done stew , then eating it after few minutes of boiling inside stew ewwwww what a bad chef 🧑‍🍳 #foodie #cooking #foodlovers #chef