Marcus 'bullet proof' Bell

Things are very easy to do once you're a nepo baby. Mo Abudu was born in the UK and schooled there. She came back to Nigeria and got employed as HR in ExxonMobil. She worked for about seven years, which is enough to build something. If you're not solid financially and you leave your job to go after your purpose, you'll cry bitter tears. I remember my mentor always telling me that you cannot fuel your passion unless you've made money.

PANDEMONIUM IN COURTROOM ​by S.A IDEMUDIA, ESQ. ​Today, the 31st of March, 2026, we got to see firsthand the abuse of power and lack of human sympathy by the Nigerian Drug Law Enforcement Agency (NDLEA) at the Federal High Court 1 in the Benin Judicial division. ​Mrs Titilayo Akindele (the defendant) who was arrested for being in possession of N30,000 worth of Indian Hemp, had been in prison for over 3months and was refused bail, despite her ill health and inability to move well. ​The previous day, which was Monday 30th of March 2026, the deceased who had complained countless times of being weak and her inability to breathe well was in court. ​She was however taken back to prison custody, because she was unable to produce her medical report at that time, because the NDLEA brought her to court without it. ​It is also very pertinent to state the fact that the lawyer who was representing Mrs Titilayo Akindele was an in-house counsel, chosen by the NDLEA. ​During court proceedings on the 31st of March, 2026, Mrs Titilayo Akindele who had been denied bail several times, was brought into court looking half dead and was unable to move on her own, so she asked that she needed lay down, of which other litigants in court had to assist her to the back of the court room. ​We never expected that it would be the last time anyone would be able to talk to her. ​The Judge on the other hand, Hon. Justice Babatunde Quadri, refused to attend to her case first, even after seeing her condition in court. ​He was more concerned with the judgement he needed to write and give. ​NDLEA Officials kept hitting and slapping the woman, shouting at her to get up, not knowing that she was dead. ​One of the litigants tried to pull her hands up, but commented on how cold and stiff her hand was. ​This did not even matter to the judge and NDLEA officials, because they were convinced that she was faking it. ​After the Judge finished reading judgement, the lawyer representing the NDLEA, asked that the case be withdrawn. ​However, it was too late, the woman was dead. ​The Judge, Hon. Justice Babatunde Quadri went back into his chambers, still believing that the woman was pretending, so she could avoid dancing to the tone. ​Litigants alongside her sister and son continued trying to get her up, till they realized that she was no longer breathing and that she was dead 30 minutes beforehand. ​Unrest broke out and lawyers spoke up about how the lady was treated by the NDLEA and the court officials, who disregarded her cries for better medical attention, bail and access to better legal representation. ​After the discovery, NDLEA Officials refused to remove her body from the courtroom, telling the ​lawyers to remove her themselves. This made lawyers really angry and decided to start making videos, while urging the officials to remove her body from the courtroom. ​While lawyers were making videos, the NDLEA Officials were trying to snatch their phones from them. ​They were however severely pounced on by lawyers who were angered by that act. ​Due to the continuous pressure from Lawyers that witnessed the event, they tried to hurriedly escape and abandon her body at the court. ​This made lawyers and the family of the woman more angry, as they jumped into the escape vehicle and stopped them forcibly. ​The NDLEA Officials, who were heavily armed, threatened to shoot lawyers with their guns for trying to stop them from escaping. ​The gates were locked to prevent them from driving out and they were surrounded by onlookers, witnesses and lawyers. ​Not too long, journalists trooped in to cover the event and interview witnesses and the family of the woman. About 2 hours after the immense pressure, her body was moved to the morgue by Central Hospital and her family.

I shared a story some time ago about all these UK 🇬🇧 women shenanigans…. I was going through my DMs and I stumbled upon it again.. The story taught me that you can never be too careful with a woman, and you can only keep a woman who wants to be kept. Read carefully and learn one or two .. (I have anonymised as much as I can) My wife had sex with her coursemate on the second day of her arrival in the UK. I got here one month later because I went back offshore after dropping her off at Abuja. She flew into Scotland in 2022 and deliberately didn’t call me that day because she was having fun with her doctor boyfriend whom she had just met on a university WhatsApp group. I had to do as advised. I planned and got my own Certificate of Sponsorship and left her. I filed for divorce. Thank God we don’t have kids yet in the marriage. This guy and my wife were importing Postinor from Nigeria monthly, and yet she denied me sex. I slept with my wife only four times in two years. My brother, men have suffered because of the so-called freedom women enjoy here. It’s not a story. I don’t like social media, and besides, my divorce is still ongoing in a Lagos High Court, so I can’t even come public with it. I paid for everything, and she never contributed to basic rent. This guy was coming to my home and sleeping with my wife there. I didn’t join the space to hear the other guy the other day, but I’ve seen wicked women. I was married to one of such. I’m good now. She’s angry that I didn’t leave the UK. She accused me of rape, of locking her up, and seizing her phone. But those were not proven. So she’s angry they’re not milking me again. I stopped the monthly payments I made to her parents and siblings. I can tell you that you can’t even please a woman by giving her the best of life. My own proved this to be true. That’s why I didn’t leave the UK. I actually told her that the police in Scotland have the capacity to unravel what they did to me in two years—the hotels they rented countless times in Glasgow and Aberdeen to stay and betray our marriage vows. She didn’t report me to the police. But I notified the police that I filed a divorce case against my ex and wanted to bring to their attention that there was a claim in the case in Nigeria that I raped her in the UK. I also told them that both individuals were stealing my data from my laptop she carried away. They checked and said I’m clean, and no such was reported against me. But unfortunately, they couldn’t help me recover my laptop. They advised me to change all my passwords and log out of my accounts. She came to record me and was asking questions. They were in my home for me, and I narrated my ordeal, but they didn’t do much—just collected her new address from the reply she filed in court. Then they told me they can’t comment on a case in another jurisdiction. Yes, she thought I was still under her Certificate of Sponsorship. And then I cut off every money she was making off me. She used to say, “I need £2000 from you today to sort something. I’m owing someone.” This was a regular occurrence in my life. Yes, the boyfriend is also in the UK. I’m trying to locate his family in Lekki. Both of them were in public health together at the university. Please, my brother, warn men not to ever raise their hands on these women. That’s the only advantage they have over us. Many other things can be handled if this one is checked. I’m strong now. I guess the effect of over 50 packets of Postinor she consumed via her boyfriend is coming to full force. Nothing at all. I told her lawyer to tell his “ghost wife” client to approach the police since I’m legally residing in the UK and lodge her rape allegations. Otherwise, they should leave this divorce to proceed. I’m suspecting she terminated the pregnancy so it would not stop her from going to the UK in January 2022. It was a two-month pregnancy in July 2021. Miscarriage, they said.

If salaries aren’t paid in full by March ending, we’ll act — ASUU president.

Husband is working as HCA. He earns roughly £1.5-£1.8k per month. Wife is a nurse, earns up to £2.5k per month. But the wife wants him to take the majority of the bill. He doesn’t argue. He just does it. As for the wife… her own money is her own money. At some point, they both agreed to be fair. They opened a joint account. Both of them will drop £1,200 every month into that account. That money is for rent, food, bills… the house in general. You would think that should solve the issue… But that’s not how it is playing out. Narration from the husband; One Sunday after church, we stopped to buy a few things. Just normal household items. Then I paid from the joint account. Immediately, my wife saw the alert, she flared up in public. “Why are you using that account?” I was confused. “That’s what we agreed. That’s what it’s for.” Then she said it straight: “You’re a man. Why can’t you use your own money? Why must you always depend on that account?” Meanwhile, he has already dropped his £1,200 inside that same account. But he’s not allowed to use it freely. From that moment, everything became an issue. If he buys something from the joint account — wahala! If he questions anything, insult. If he keeps quiet still issue… “Useless man.” “You can’t provide.” “You depend on me.” This is a man that goes to work. This is a man that contributes. But in his own house, he is made to feel like nothing. If you see this man on the road, you will notice that he’s battling with some emotional issues! It didn’t end there. The wife started telling people at their workplace that she is planning to send him back to Nigeria. Imagine going to work and people already know your personal issues… not from you… but from your wife. Then she brought her mother to the UK. Since then, it has become worse. Now it feels like two people against one man. Everything he does is wrong. Everything he says is dismissed. There is no peace in that house. The painful part is this: He is not violent. He is not shouting. He is just enduring. But there is a kind of damage that doesn’t show on the body. The one that makes a man start shrinking. You begin to doubt yourself. You begin to lose your voice. You begin to feel like you don’t matter. And people will still say, “Be a man.” “Manage it.” “Endure.” Luckily he has gotten a separate COS from the wife’s… I hope he’s bold and self-loving enough to run!

I think the real question is: Can you afford to experience 24hours light for 1 week?

You don’t need to be a mathematician or a geography scholar to distinguish between a state’s land area and its road networks. Take Lagos: it has Nigeria’s smallest land area (roughly 3,500 km²), but its road network exceeds 5,000 km in total length. Officially, Lagos’s road network is broken down as follows, and more roads are being created: Federal roads: 591 km (11.4%) State roads: 2,743 km (53%) Local government roads: 1,846 km (35.6%) Seyi, if you can afford it, please get an assistant who doesn’t depend on WhatsApp forwards for facts.

In Kano, there’s a street that gets closed every Sunday for Christian services, all day, not just 5 or 30 minutes. Muslims don’t complain because we understand its worship. But we’re going to start recording videos and posting them online so you can see it’s happening, and that we just don’t go on media to complain out of respect for your religion