Big Steph

@MeetJMB 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

this Monica papa, abeg die na. which kind nonsense be this? (please I am talking about a Nigerian movie showing on YouTube in 2026. just incase this tweet isn’t relatable in 15-20 years time).

@Iam_sistabibi A very useless boy through and through

Let’s talk about Bobo I don’t know who is more wicked between mama Monica and Bobo Monica gave him her sewing machine money to marry his wife Monica gave her room to his wife Monica started providing for him and his wife Monica gave him 150k to open a mini phone accessories shop Monica paid for his wife's CS And he had the mind to slap Monica and asked: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR ME????? 😳 #Monica2

@thecreativexx The only similarity is a sibling sacrificing so much for other siblings. I am not sure where you got your “absolute copy” from but anything for views sha

Are we going to talk about the absolute copy of Monica 2 from Behind The Scenes or I should mind my business?

Mama Monica oh. No cap! Madam Chioma is a worthy successor for Franca Brown 😂😂😂

Na me be pepper, na me be salt in mama Monica’s voice. Toh if you want to hail that big boss or big babe with plenty money just tell them - na you get yam, na you get knife.

Ehn?????? It was a dream ke???? Uche Montana don’t try me!!!😳😳😭😭😭

I love love so much. Such a beautiful phenomenon 🥹🫂

@BwalaDaniel It is quite shameful for a man of your age and supposed status to do this but it’s politics so continue

He is about to port ohhh. Anywhere belle face

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I’m so happy for Mobimpe and Lateef Adedimeji. Thank God for their lives and for their sons. Hopefully, trolls can now keep their mouths shut for life! Congratulations to the Adedimejis’ 🥳🥳

My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape. Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to. We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control. Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual. I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it. I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach. Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal. My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time. Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.

@ManLikeAkoh I have light o

Grid collapsed???

@ceraliza Amy

Please, I’m looking for a short name… with three letters for my daughter.

Jos is bleeding again. Plateau state has experienced so much sadness, when does it end? Tomorrow now they’ll ship them to the airport to see the GCFR💔

@yay_tunes Thank God 🙏

My sister officially resumed back to work today . Thank God for the restoration of health 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

LOL. These folks are so weird AF.

@yay_tunes Thank God she’s recovering 🙏🙏

This was what happened to my sister 😫😫.

Thank God for the gift of life

@justmercy__ This is really so heartbreaking. Please be comforted 💔 😢😢

Oh my God, I lost him. Our wedding is in two months, and I just lost him today. Guys i can’t breathe. 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭💔💔💔

@yay_tunes Haaaa!!! Thank God for her health ooo

My sister fell so sick from stress that half of her face collapsed. I was so scared but I had to be strong not to let her know how scared I was . I’m so glad she’s better now . My baby 🥹🥹