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Salisu Sanusi
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A Muslim and a Coffee Junkie. Mizaru🙈, Kikazaru 🙉, Iwazaru🙊
Federal Capital Territory, Nig Katılım Mayıs 2014
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Wait until you learn that his uncle is the Maigarin Radda. But when the throne was elevated to Hakimi, the 20 year old was chosen ahead of his uncle. Now, the uncle submits to the boy.
Plus, the salaries of ALL District Heads was now reviewed above to the level of a Director in the state civil service, courtesy of the boy.
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Everything that is wrong with Arewa is encapsulated in this video. The stupid ranka dade mentality that subjugated our people and strip them of every dignity. The elite mentality that makes leaders not to be accountable.
Allah Ya isa.
Ishaq Samaila@ishaqsamaila5
Governor Radda paid a courtesy visit to the newly turbaned District Head of Radda, Gwagwaren Katsina, Muhammadu Dikko, at his palace in Radda town, where he offered his greetings and bestowed his blessings on his new leadership.
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Mutan Katsina…
Ina Addu’an kar Allah Ya maimaita muku.
Gaskiya kuna ganin iya mulki.
cc @BabaBalaKatsina
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@Mal_Baffa It is scary! It is going to set a terrible precedent that will likely lead to total destruction of this pseudo-democracy.
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It was never just content bro, all he has been doing is painting our own corrupt realities for us.
We have fallen off, we became insensitive to the issues instead, the billions now trillions stolen no longer shocks us, the 10-20 people kidnapped and or killed now 100s no longer surprises us, we don’t even think it could be us anymore.
The dilapidated schools he shows us are no longer shocking and we are used to seeing them, like before, all na norms.
Chief 🇵🇸 智人@NWali_X
Ɗan Bello has really fallen off..
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OF POSSESSION AND THE POVERTY OF ENOUGH
…The desire to own everything is the beginning of losing what matters
There is something very old in the human need to own things. Not just to use them or to hold them briefly, but to claim them — to draw a line around what is ours and defend it as though our existence depended on the boundary. Perhaps, at some earlier point in the story, it did. But we have carried the instinct long past the conditions that produced it, and what was once a matter of survival has, in many lives, become a kind of compulsion — the accumulation that never quite reaches satisfaction, the fortress that never quite feels safe.
To build from nothing is not a small thing. There is real courage in it, and a kind of philosophical nakedness — standing in uncertainty without the cushion of inheritance or the comfort of a net. That deserves genuine recognition. But I have noticed, in watching lives shaped by early deprivation, that the wound of having nothing can follow a person into abundance and rearrange it. What began as a necessity becomes an appetite. The person who once needed more finds they cannot recognise the moment they have enough, because enough was never quite the point. The point was to never feel that way again.
Enterprise, in itself, is not the problem. At its best, it is one of the more honest things people do — a conversation between what you imagine and what the world will actually permit, between effort and luck and the grace of arriving at the right moment. The problem is when the enterprise tips into compulsion, when expansion becomes reflexive, when the question shifts from what is worth building to what can I still take. That is not ambition. That is fear wearing ambition's clothes.
Discernment is harder than accumulation. Accumulation is, in a way, passive — you simply keep reaching, and things collect around you. Discernment requires you to stop, to look honestly at what you have and what it has cost, and to ask whether the next thing is truly yours to take. Not every open door leads somewhere you should go. Not every resource that is technically available is yours by right. The builders I find most worth studying are not the ones who took the most, but the ones who chose well — who understood that restraint is not timidity but precision, that knowing what not to build is its own form of mastery.
There is a deeper unsettling truth beneath all of this, which is that nothing we call ours ever entirely is. We arrived in languages that other people built and refined over centuries. We walk on land that was shaped and scarred by hands long before ours arrived. The systems we move through — legal, economic, linguistic — were designed by people we will never know, in response to problems we have forgotten existed. Ownership, when you press on it honestly, turns out to be borrowed time with our name written on it in pencil. What remains after us is not the catalogue of what we claimed but the quality of what we left — whether we made anything more honest, more habitable, more possible for those who come after. That is the accounting that matters. And it is never done in our favour simply because we owned a great deal. Value is not in what we take, but in what we leave behind.
Prince S.J. Samuel
April 2026
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