Onokhuale of Esanland 🇳🇬🇨🇦

I just saw the funniest video of Tinubu ever😭😭😭😭

“One thing about me is I håt£ damage control. I only said that Mama Pee and Randy Peterz were not in court, and if they can prove it, I will del€te all my social media accounts. She went ahead and posted a video from when the judge had not yet arrived in court.” —VeryDarkMan responds to Mama Pee as he plays another video of Sowore saying that only the justice Crack family, one person, and the lawyer were permitted inside the courtroom.

I just came across something crazy. Mr Eazi’s father was Mike Adenuga’s pilot and also Obasanjo’s pilot during his tenure as President??? I used to think that brudda was one of us, so he’s a Nepo baby 😭😭

“My 14-year-old brother went missing in 2023 and we later got a call that he was at the police station. When we got there, he told us he was picked up during a police raid alongside other people. Everyone arrested with him was released except him. Since then, he has been in Kirikiri Medium Prison, Mile 2, going to court over a case the police officer himself testified he committed no offense in. Yet the case keeps getting adjourned again and again since 2023. They asked us to provide ₦150,000 for bail, but we cannot afford it. My brother was just a child when this started, and he will be turning 17 soon. Please, we are begging the authorities and anyone who can help to please intervene and help release my brother.” — Lady pleads

A lady on TikTok is crying as she talks about her brother who was arrested during a raid in 2023. He was just 14 years old when he was picked up around Ikeja Area F Command. She said others were released on bail, but because her family couldn’t afford it, her brother was detained and taken to court. Since then, his case has been facing constant adjournments. From 2023 till 2026, he is now 17 years old and still in Kirikiri correctional prison. During this period, both his mother and father passed away, and now his sister is the one crying out for help on his behalf.

You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.