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Did you notice that the Nigerian Air Force strike ‘mistakenly’ bombed a market in Yobe State, killing over 100 civilians, including children? They said they were targeting Boko Haram.

@HQNigerianArmy @HQNigerianArmy Why are you lying to the general public. This isn't what happened 😭. Damn Nigeria is finished. Tell the public what really happened early hours of this morning or i will post video and let the worst happen. You guys sit in office in ABJ while we suffer in d bush.

Bro a room self-con in central mainland is going for 1.5 million naira annually. Minimum wage is 77k naira. Only 2.4% of Nigerians earn above 200k in the cooperate world as salary. A foreign used 2005 Toyota Corolla is going for 8 million naira. A bag of cement is 12k naira. 1k which is our highest currency note can’t get you a meal, also can’t get you a liter of fuel. Pls is this how we will keep adjusting to these mâdness? Because i cannot can anymore. 😤

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.

My father is a professor of business Married to a retired professor also . Blessed with three kids First son : Owns an IT company in Sweden with head office in Norway First daughter : Paediatric nurse in Germany Last daughter (me) : Co-own An IT company in Croatia Now what about you ? What are you doing with your life ?? You see that you’re insane and you need mental help

Everybody likes to talk from the outside until you enter the road. I’m a keke rider myself, and with experience… no, it’s not that easy. This idea of “buy keke ₦5M, make ₦200k daily” sounds sweet online, but reality on ground is very different. I work interstate between Lagos and Ogun (can’t mention exact location for security reasons), so let me break it down small: In Lagos alone: Main ticket: ₦1,300 Money for markers, chairman, security, etc: about ₦1,000 Police/agency money (LASTMA, LNSC, etc): varies, but you must settle or risk paying ₦2k–₦10k for “offence” That’s already money gone before you even start breathing. Now Ogun side: Main ticket: ₦1,700 (₦1,300 weekends) “King of boys”: ₦200 Other random levies: ₦500 Then fuel: ₦12,000 daily at least Passengers? They’ll still price you like fuel is ₦200 per litre. We haven’t even talked about: Repairs (very frequent and expensive now) Feeding and daily survival Weekly hire purchase: ₦60k–₦70k for almost 2 years And let me add this: once a new keke hits 6 months, problems start coming one by one. So when everything is deducted… what exactly is left? This job is not “wake up and print money.” It’s survival, patience, and constant expenses. So no — if someone is still broke, it’s not always laziness or chasing job titles. Sometimes, it’s because the system itself is designed to drain you before you even grow. Respect people on the road. The hustle is deeper than it looks.

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Abazz is the one that tried to trick the guy and still sent substandard Jerseys but the guy calling him out is the bad person. NIGERIANS deserve their Politicians

Kendrick Lamar. You may not be aware, I’ve said it before. I am here to stay!!!!!! Now, EVAPORATE.

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Nigeria is a reflection of the people in it. Someone shot his shot at Victor Osimhen for a jersey and even tagged a vendor. Osimhen saw it and said he’d personally send one. 
Then told the vendor to add 15 more jerseys for others. -That’s where it got interesting.- Immediately money entered, the story changed. The vendor suddenly said Osimhen told him to share it himself. 
He claimed he had already picked 15 people. —Then it got worse—
He called the same person who brought him the business a scam. From there, he tried to “negotiate”:
7 for the guy, 8 for himself. Greed, plain and simple. The guy refused and asked for all 15 jerseys as instructed. —Next thing— 
The vendor switched again.
Said the post was “stolen” and brought another person to justify it. —Now here’s the real problem— Instead of people calling out the wrong,
they started defending it. “Make una settle.”
“Na just jersey.”
“Let it go.” - Someone even offered to pay extra, 
rewarding bad behavior. And that’s when it becomes clear: We are not different from the people we complain about in power. —This is how it starts— 
small compromise, small dishonesty, small defense of wrong. Nigeria didn’t just become this way overnight. 
We built it, little by little, with everyday actions like this. Truth is, many people are only “good” because they’ve not had the opportunity to do worse. One day, we will have an honest conversation about the double standards on this TL. One day.

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After March 31st, you are owing the government 100k and 50k every month after. Well, Fuck you, and Fuck the government. They owe me Electricity, security, Jobs, good roads, standard healthcare, and everything else but you don't see me taxing them for it. Fuck you again!

President is 74 his younger sister is 82… If dem explain Nigeria give you and you understand e mean say you don craze before

@TeamBolodeoku @prettycachy @PeterPsquare Ọjọ nbọ l'oluwa wí. No worry.

@prettycachy @PeterPsquare Your father, you don't have a governor (who is the chief security officer of your state)? If the president is your headache, its that headache that will kee you, aje!

My heart is heavy… My prayers are with my people in Jos 🙏🏽💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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Starmer just told Trump: You can mock me all you want, but I'm not sending British kids to die for your losing war.

‘You are Yoruba’ O ni Kure ! I’m Yoruba so I should watch other people die of hunger when I know the useless Yoruba man leading us is very wicked ? I should keep quiet cos I’m Yoruba and watch my country fall apart ??? What has being Yoruba done for me ????? God will punish everyone of you

Corporate Greed vs Everyday workers: Life of a contract staff in Nigeria My father worked at Zenith Manufacturing Ltd in Apapa for 28 years. Never missed a day. Won Best Staff twice at their annual dinner. Last Monday, the HR manager called him on WhatsApp. 4 minutes. That was it. Retired early. No severance. Nothing. The same month, the MD flew to Dubai for the company’s “executive retreat.” Dubai. My father left Ikorodu at 5am every morning to beat third mainland bridge traffic. Every single day for 28 years. He turned down a government job in 2009 because he believed in that company. They let go of 280 staff that week. 280 families. The disengagement letter came via email. They spelled his surname wrong. After 28 years, they couldn’t spell ADEYEMI correctly. He sat in the parlour that evening and just stared at the wall. My mother kept bringing him tea he never touched. We didn’t know what to say. He’s 56. No pension processed. NSITF contributions? Unaccounted for. NHF? Nobody is picking up. This is happening in companies all over Lagos, Abuja, PH. Everyday Nigerians sacrificing everything while oga at the top is chilling. Make una repost. Make this reach.