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na almost every other day this goated tweet dey bang

Imagine a father, telling his grown up son "I am just managing your mother... I only married her because she got pregnant for me" See how irresponsible that sounds? This is why there is no such thing as a wise woman. - Female intelligence has a lower ceiling - women are protected from unfiltered experiential exposure by everyone around them - Are too narcissistic for honest reflection/introspection - As a result of all that, insights are neither formed nor integrated into coherent mental models - And without principles to guide action, nothing is tested or refined, so calibrated judgement NEVER develops. There is foolishness then there's its much older cousin; female foolishness. Women are uniquely foolish and it gets worse as they get older

Cowards Die Many Times Nigeria is a republic. There are no first class and second class citizens. You cannot continue to insist on bossing everyone else, even those better than you. If a man won over 6m votes, excluding those not counted, he deserves the respect of being treated as an integer, not a fraction. For those who care to know, if O cannot win, A cannot win. If O and A need to be together to win, then it should be OA this time, not AO

I just met with PN Okeke. He will be 85 years old this October. He is currently writing a new physics book. I admire him so much.

@notpopbase @ezzyskii See mumu. Gedifuck jare

@ezzyskii why are people so mad y’all must be broke and miserable lmao keep hating

He’s a 32 year old rich auntie with no job, no kids, and no responsibilities.

@izzy_ogbeide Nigeria girls don see us finish. The way foreign girls dey respect us, Nigeria girls no dey respects us that way.

This Is Really Scary, Why Burna Boy Don’t Like To Be Seen With A Nigerian Woman!

@agbolutai @DrUsmanIsyaku Kemi and Zainab did what again?? Have you seen the trajectory of the Nigerian economy since 2015? What's wrong with you people in this country fgs?

@DrUsmanIsyaku NOI was the minister that enjoy the oil boom before the crash. Left the nation without tangible ER nor capital investments which plunged the economy immediately the oil price crashed. The same Kemi and Zainab held the Nigeria economy through the crash and covid. Continue painting

When Olusegun Obasanjo was looking for a Minister of Finance, he picked Malam Adamu Ciroma. A former CBN Governor and seasoned economic and policy adviser. He later picked Dr Ngozi Iweala, a PhD from MIT and a World Bank senior economic manager. Nenadi Usman was a junior minister and her appointment was strictly political. She didn't qualify for the role. When Umaru Yar'adua was appointing a Finance Minister, he picked Dr Shamsuddeen Usman, a PhD from London School of Economics and Political Science, former Central Banker, former university academic, and former UBA manager. He later chose Dr Mansur Mukhtar, MSc Cambridge, PhD Sussex (Economics), Senior Economist, and former DG Debt Management Office. Goodluck Jonathan appointed Olusegun Aganga, Senior Director at Ernst and Young London, MD Goldman Sachs London, World Bank and IMF Board Member. He later reappointed Dr Ngozi Iweala as Coordinating Minister for the Economy. The rot started with the APC administration. Muhammadu Buhari appointed Kemi Adeosun. She has BSc Economics from the University of East London, a Postgraduate Diploma and certified Chartered Accountant as Finance Minister. She didn't even have NYSC certificate. He later appointed Zainab Shamsuna. She has BSc Accounting from ABU Zaria and MBA from Olabisi Onabanjo University. Was Executive Secretary at NEITI but had no relevant professional work experience in finance. Bola Tinubu went tribal. He picked Wale Edun, a former Commissioner of Finance in Lagos and merchant banker. He has BSc, and MSc in Economics from the University of London. He later replaced him with Taiwo Oyedele, A HND holder in Accounting, MSc from Oxford Brookes, and former tax consultant at PwC. He has zero work experience in finance. Dr Doris Nkiruka is a medical doctor. She's a Certified Finance Analyst and MBA holder but have zero work experience in finance administration. Are you wondering why our economy has deteriorated under the APC administrations? The quality of their strategic appointments has been abysmal. It's either tribalism or nepotism. Merit is a second consideration!

we used to be so happy…what changed?

@Stephan44896081 @Arinzeudeh5 Na simps full the comments

@Arinzeudeh5 I like as it's the guy's replying you with reason

One thing about simp men is that, in their mind they are keeping their home peaceful by doing chores like this. Meanwhile that woman is on her phone observing other masculine men, and adoring their masculinity. It’s not and has never been a man’s duty to bath a new born. No matter how you bath that child today, if you don’t pay the school fees when he’s grown both the child and the mother will call you a useless father and husband. Your duty as a man is loving, protecting and providing for your family.

@sugabelly @Owiggy_ You have turned into a gender war. What's wrong with you people ni tori olorun

@Owiggy_ Why would a man who is not the doctor’s patient nor is capable of pregnancy and childbirth have a move in this scenario?

Guys, if doctor confirms that the baby your wife is carrying is coming with a disability, what is your next move. This post is strictly for survey on the point of view of fellow humans.

With every passing day, I hate motorcycles more and more. The risk to reward of riding one is insanely high.

@OloyeSomorin This conversation was last month. Today I lost an ex course mate to this same accident. He was pronounced dead by the time they got to the hospital. Riding a power bike or any kind of bike at all on Nigerian roads is a death wish.

@OloyeSomorin Riding a power bike is cool but in Nigeria where many drivers have never taken a driving test and don't know how to drive, coupled with the fact that traffic laws are non-existent in most parts of the country, riding a power bike is a death wish.

On powerbike safety and cager responsibility. A look at the scene of Onifotos unfortunate accident. instagram.com/p/DVn2TfaDljl/…

@Millishield01 @OloyeSomorin How much to ship and clear a Ford fiesta from UK?

@OloyeSomorin Shipping not less than 1500USD. Clearing btwn 2.3 to 2.5M Coming from US or Canada.

Question for shippers and clearing agents. A friend just gave me a 2006 Land Rover LR3. How much is total shipping and clearing to Nigeria? Thanks.

@rashsanni @OloyeSomorin How much to ship and clear a Ford fiesta from UK?

@OloyeSomorin $1500 to ship and 2.5-2.8 to clear

They say the US has never won a war on their own unless their European allies support them. We're seeing it play out in real time. This is beyond embarrassing.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

@jussy_world The only three worth buying IMO

Stop gambling, Stop memescope This is what will make you rich: 👇 In the coming weeks I expect the market to drop further I'm planning to accumulate: BTC - 80% of allocation Starting to buy at $58k and lower HYPE - 10% of allocation Starting at $22 and lower SOL - 5% of allocation Starting at $48 and lower Other - 5% across altcoins or tokenized stocks Important: this is not my entire money going into crypto, only money I'm comfortable losing What are you planning to buy and at what prices? DYOR

@TobiDeolu The kind of debit alert I get whenever I visit is how I know relocating back is a bad idea, at least for now. Everybody expects you to pay because you just came back. Abeg ooo

Last year, my classmate japa’d back to Nigeria from the UK. I remember the day he landed. The joy was loud. Family members showed up, friends gathered, pictures everywhere. “Home sweet home,” they said. He told me, “At least I’ll have peace now.” No more bills swallowing his salary. No more night shifts that left his body aching and his mind empty. No more eating alone in a cold room where nobody knew his name. Nigeria welcomed him… but not gently. The first week, NEPA reminded him who was in charge. Light would blink like it was playing games, sometimes 2 hours, sometimes nothing for days. He started buying fuel like it was food. Network? Another battle. Important emails hanging. Calls dropping. Opportunities slipping through his fingers because “the server is not responding.” He tried to get a job… Ah. That one humbled him. “Overqualified,” one company said. “We can’t match your expectations,” another replied. Some didn’t even respond after promising, “We’ll get back to you.” The few offers he got? Salary that couldn’t even cover what he used to spend on transport abroad in a month. Transportation showed him pepper too. Fueling his car on a weekly basis cost him a fortune. The day he decided to enter a bus, standing under the sun, negotiating fares like his life depended on it. Keke drivers inflating prices once they heard his accent. Then came the subtle pressure… “So… why did you come back?” “UK no favour you?” “You should have just stayed there na…” The same people who welcomed him with open arms slowly turned into silent judges. Even at home, peace wasn’t exactly peace. Expectations increased overnight. “You’re back now, you should support this… handle that…” Little by little, the savings he came with started disappearing. And the loneliness he ran from? It found him again… just in a different form. Here, it wasn’t quiet rooms… It was being surrounded by people and still feeling misunderstood. Slowly, the glow faded. The excitement turned into quiet frustration. Plans didn’t align. Reality didn’t match the dream he had of “coming home.” And today… He has japa’d again 😊 back to the UK. No noise this time. No big announcement. No airport pictures. Just a silent departure… and a heart that has seen both sides of the story. Life abroad is not heaven. Home is not always the comfort we imagine. Sometimes, people are just trying to survive in whichever place gives them a fighting chance. Before you judge anyone’s movement… pause. Some journeys are not about pride. They are about survival, sanity, and starting again. Truth is… not every return is permanent. And not every departure is a win. So tell me… if you had the chance, would you stay back home and struggle with “familiar problems” or travel and face “foreign struggles”? Copied! For your Japa Consultations reach out to us on WhatsApp: +2348082625320

@ayjaayyy @lil_doza And he's spot on.

@lil_doza He said culture is dynamic.

Niall McConnell keeps getting schooled, results to editing the interaction and posts it. He approached an African uncle on the streets to complain of immigrants, he found out quickly Uncle is at that stage of life where you don’t pretend. You call a spade a spade.