MJ

ever since i was a little girl i’ve always known i wanted to be a woman with a lot of money when i grew up

If this pops up on your TL, repost it; it costs you zero naira.

the craziest thing about being an adult is that you could go through the most traumatic night of your life and you'll just have to go to work the next day

A government that can’t even fake sympathy at least for election purpose is who you are supporting for another 4 years?????? Walahi you are insane!

Chibok Girls; The First Lady literally cried on live TV. She was even turned to a meme. Yoruba children, Yoruba teacher beheaded; President and First Lady are celebrating APC primaries but you don’t see the issue because you are in Lekki & it’s not your nieces or nephews (yet).

Seeing your home girl losing herself and crying herself to sleep builds resentment.

A police PRO that’s nothing but a Fool. Posting this while citizens are being beheaded. A proper idiot!!!

A lot of you never held any leadership role prior to marriage. Not your offices, not in associations you belong to, not even headboy of your primary school, so marriage is the one place you finally get to be the local champion leader you’ve been having wet dreams about. Pathetic

Tinubu has no business remaining in office as President. The killings cannot continue unabated. Resign now!

Oh please. I have lived in Uk, Us and Canada. I want to bloody go home. Being abroad is not a flex. I want my home country to work. Encourage your people in Nigeria to get their PVC, we need to vote that VAMPIRE out. I want to thrive at HOME.

Normalize seeing someone's lack of effort as their lack of interest in you regardless of what they tell you.

So this APC supporter asked me to go and hug transformer because I said I would not vote for Tinubu. I hugged the transformer for 12 hours straight, nothing happened. No light. Please everyone should get their PVCs

Exposing crime is a criminal offence in Nigeria.

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.

The very first episode, absolute cinema!!

Nigeria is in desperate need of a moral revolution.

unfortunately, i'm a girl who takes words to heart so yes, i remember every little thing you said and it stuck with me, whether it was good or bad..

Ignorar a tu pareja cuando está herida, no es “dar espacio”. Es negligencia emocional,le estás diciendo “estás sola” lo que sientes no importa 👌

there’s a kind of sadness that comes from knowing you gave your best version to someone who never even realized it

Just apologize when you know that you fucked up... All of that manipulative behavior and being mad at a person for being mad at you when they have a legit reason to be is just weird shit... People love to say they grown until it's time to hold themselves accountable!