Olabode Abidemi

I'm 55. If you're in your 30s or 40s, read this: 1. Marriage won’t fix loneliness. Neither will kids, money, or sex.

@Macazeee Were you able to access the portal? May God make your load lighter in Jesus name and send help your way. Never give up.

Father’s Day always comes quietly for me.😫 I’ve been my own father for as long as I can remember. A single mum to a 10+ year old girl, selling cooking gas and working in a factory just to survive. I’ve stretched every naira, cut back on everything, tried in ways no one sees. My school resumes tomorrow, and my portal won’t even open until my fees are paid. I have not come this far to give up. Some days just remind you how much you’re carrying alone.😫😫

Also Motherhood doesn’t create resentment out of nowhere. It reveals who was already comfortable watching a woman carry everything alone.

After childbirth, a woman doesn’t just “bleed a little” the uterus is essentially shedding a whole temporary organ called the placenta site, and the open blood vessels left behind are roughly the size of dinner plates. That’s why postpartum bleeding can last weeks your body is literally rebuilding the wall of a house it just tore down to get the baby out. 😳

@SolaTheAnalyst One more to go. Pls follow back

My goal before the end of today is to hit 1000 followers. Not sure how yet. But it’s happening If you know someone who’s into data, money, and unfiltered takes on life , point them this way. 👇

@LouisaChidinma 🥲 somebody say amen.

@olabodeAbidemi4 They say black don’t crack

Fine girl no pimples

@_AdeyemiFunmi I will watch it today. Great recommendation

4.1m views in 13hours after it's release on Uche Montana's film on YouTube, that's beautiful and I haven't even watched yet. The film is Monica 2 and it is free to watch. I would be watching after church today. Have you watched it yet?

If you have children and you have quietly stopped doing the things you love, this is for you. Nobody sat me down and said, "you are a parent now the things you love are no longer relevant." It just happens, gradually and quietly. First it is "I'll do it when the baby sleeps." Then "I'll do it when they start school." Then one afternoon you tried to remember the last time I did something just for you and you can't remember. One day , my 1st son was watching me from the corridor I didn't know how long he'd been standing there. He asked, "mom, are you okay?" I said, "yes, I'm fine." and he nodded slowly. The way children nod when they don't fully believe you but decide not to push. He'd seen something in my face that I hadn't even named yet. I couldn't shake away that moment and I realised something uncomfortable. He is not just listening to what I tell him life should look like but watching how I live it daily. When he sees me only rushing, only working, only giving and always drained; he is filing that away somewhere building a picture of what adulthood means and what growing up costs. I didn't want that to be the picture. So I started doing these , a 🧵

@_AdeyemiFunmi Thank you for this. I love taking walks, I stopped but resumed on Friday, I include my 15 month old, takes longer time but we enjoy the moment together.

The only party signup I did, was Labour Party. When they moved funny, I deleted my profile. I didn't signup for ADC - I decided not to shout up any party until I saw my Principal on the ballot. If it is Vikings that will field my principal for 2027, I will buy red beret.

Fellow Nigerians, good morning. I woke up this morning after my church service with a deeply reflective heart, and despite every constraint, I felt compelled to share these thoughts with you. Many people do not truly understand the silent pains some of us carry daily—the private struggles, emotional burdens, and quiet battles we face while trying to survive and serve sincerely in difficult circumstances. We now live in an environment that has become increasingly toxic, where the very system that should protect and create opportunities for decent living often works against the people—a society where intimidation, insecurity, endless scrutiny, and discouragement have become normal. More painful is when some of those you associate with, believing you would find understanding and solidarity among them, become part of the pressure you face. Some who publicly identify with you privately distance themselves or join in unfair criticism. We live in a society where humility is mistaken for weakness, respect is seen as a lack of courage, and compassion is treated as foolishness—a system where treating people equally is questioned simply because you refuse to worship status, tribe, class, or power. Personally, I have never looked down on anyone except to uplift them. I have never used privilege, position, or resources to oppress others, intimidate the weak, or make people feel small. To me, leadership has always been about service, sacrifice, and helping others rise. Let me state clearly: my decision to leave the ADC is not because our highly respected Chairman, Senator David Mark, treated me badly, nor because my leader and elder brother, Alhaji Atiku Abubakar, or any other respected leaders did anything personally wrong to me. I will continue to respect them. However, the same Nigerian state and its agents that created unnecessary crises and hostility within the Labour Party that forced me to leave now appear to be finding their way into the ADC, with endless court cases, internal battles, suspicion, and division, instead of focusing on deeper national problems and playing politics built more on control and exclusion than on service and nation-building. Even within spaces where one labours sincerely, one is sometimes treated like an outsider in one’s own home. You and your team become easy targets for every failure, frustration, or misunderstanding, as though honest contribution has become a favour being tolerated rather than appreciated. And when you choose to leave so that those you are leaving can have peace, and you step out into the cold, you are still maligned and your character is questioned. Despite all your efforts to continue working for a better Nigeria and engaging people with sincerity and goodwill, those who do not wish you well continue to attack your character and question your intentions. There are moments I ask God in prayer: Why is doing the right thing often misconstrued as wrongdoing in our country? Why is integrity not valued? Why is the prudent management of resources, especially when invested in critical areas like education and healthcare, wrongly labelled as stinginess? Why are humility and obedience to the rule of law often taken to be weakness rather than discipline? Let me assure all that I am not desperate to be President, Vice President, or Senate President. I am desperate to see a society that can console a mother whose child has been kidnapped or killed while going to school or work. I am desperate to see a Nigeria where people will not live in IDP camps but in their homes. I am desperate for a country where Nigerian citizens do not go to bed hungry, not knowing where their next meal will come from. Yet, despite everything, I remain resolute. I firmly believe that Nigeria can still become a country with competent leadership based on justice, compassion, and equal opportunity for all. A new Nigeria is POssible. -PO

@Chiboc1 Hello @Chiboc1 been a long while

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@Jesse4kiss @AramideOyekunle Pls how did you achieve that

@AramideOyekunle Yes that's true.... I just even did that today with my pension administrator

Did You Know: You can withdraw 25% of your RSA balance (pension) if you have been out of job for at least 4 months.

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"I WILL NOT ALLOW IT" A WOMAN CAN DECIDE TO HAVE A C/SECTION ON HER OWN. WE NEED TO BE CAREFUL WHAT WE TWEET. OUR TWEETS ARE FOOTPRINTS. PLS, DELETE THIS KIND OF REASONING IF YOU LEAVE THE SHORES OF NIGERIA. Her Body Is Not a Democracy: On Birth, Power, and the Quiet Violence of “I Will Not Allow It” Let me begin, and let me be clear, and let me not soften this for comfort, because sometimes truth must arrive without cushions. Your position is not simply unpopular; it is unmoored from law, from ethics, and from the careful, human-centred practice of modern medicine. You say, “I will not allow it.” And I hear, beneath it, the old echo of ownership dressed up as concern. But pregnancy, and birth, and the long trembling road between them, do not belong to the chorus of opinions that surround a woman. They belong to her. In the United States, United Kingdom, and in the quiet seriousness of clinical rooms, the pregnant woman is the patient. Not the husband, not the family, not tradition. And so consent, real consent, not negotiated permission, rests with her alone. It is she who says yes, and she who says no. And medicine, at its ethical core, listens. You speak of caesarean section as though it were an indulgence, and perhaps even a rebellion. But this, too, is a misunderstanding, one that lingers because it is easier to judge than to understand. Guidelines recognise that a woman may request a caesarean section, even without a textbook medical indication. And when she does, we do not dismiss her, we ask why. Because fear is not weakness; it is data. Because trauma is not inconvenience; it is history living in the body. Because anxiety is not something to wave away; it is something to hold, and examine, and sometimes to honour. And if, after conversation and care and the slow unravelling of concern, she still chooses a caesarean, then that choice stands. Quietly. Firmly. Legally. And then there is this idea. this stubborn, seductive idea, that there is a right way for a woman to give birth. As though birth were a moral test, and not a medical event. As though pain conferred virtue, and surgery suggested failure. But the body is not a stage for ideology. It is a place of risk, and resilience, and sometimes unpredictability. Vaginal birth is often safe, yes. And caesarean section is also safe, and valid, and sometimes the path a woman walks not because she is weak, but because she has chosen, with full knowledge, a different kind of strength. And so we return, as we must, to partnership. Because love, and marriage, and parenthood, they are not theatres for control. They are spaces for support. You are allowed your opinion, yes. But you are not allowed dominion over her body. Not in law, not in ethics, not in the quiet dignity that should define care. If you truly wish to stand as a partner, then stand beside her. Not as a gatekeeper, and not as a final authority, but as someone who understands that sometimes the deepest act of love is to let go of power, and to trust her with what has always been hers.

@sandra_baebae 😂😂 oh dear, I don't want to imagine.

It was at my sisters wedding 😂😂 The tailor that made my dress will not make heaven . I didn’t go for fitting before the wedding day, but I assumed everything would come out right since she got my measurement herself. On the D -day I wore the dress and noticed it was very tight ,but there was nothing I could do . I decided to manage it ,I don’t know who sent me to bend down and try to pick something Immediately I tried to squat I heard grrrrrwww The dress tore right in the middle revealing my bum in front of thousands of guests . I just quietly stood up,covered as much as I could and ran back inside . I had to use my head tie to wrap my waist through out the ceremony . I was thoroughly embarrassed 😂😂😂😂

@Bunmie_oguns He's much better o. It's well with us.

@olabodeAbidemi4 Ehh God please, these children will always give you high BP. How is he now please?

😭 I just had my fair share this afternoon. Don't know how he got his hands on engine oil. Poured everything on the floor and was sliding in it. Last night he was playing with a pillow, fell backwards and hit his head on the socket. It was bleeding But we are alive 🥲🥲

@Peculiar_pearlC You did so well. So adorable

Throwback Thursday 🤍 My boy at 6 months 🥹 I remember wanting to do a proper photoshoot so badly, but it wasn’t in the budget at the time. Instead, I took him to a mall nearby with my iPhone 7 Plus and snapped these myself no pressure, just vibes. Now I look back and smile… because it was never really about how fancy it was. It was about him, that moment, and the love behind it 💙✨