Geo'Dignity...

@ifenzo @Millishield01 Make you fire the PAN wey dey the Peugeot comot....if you meet me for road carry me abeg...

@Millishield01 If you can't drive stick, just choose your Toyota o...you won't leave that bush either way. But for us that can drive stick...give me my 505 make I match carbon 😂😁

You found yourself in a bush, a distance of 960km away from your home. You come across this two car 🚘 1. Peugeot 505 evolution 2. Toyota Corolla 2005 You are to choose one that can take you home successfully assuming the fuel in any of them can drive you home.. Which one are you choosing and trusting your safety in???

@torty_mercy Congratulations

Oh I forgot to update. I got the position….I now manage the Call Centre of Enugu Disco. I’m rebranding the existing Call Centre to become a model Call Centre servicing the 5 discos in the East. I’m proud of myself ❤️

@Marviecodes Job well done

From working in a cassava factory as a student trying to survive, to graduating with a CGPA of 4.43/5.0 (Second Class Upper Division) in Computer Science. I remember the night before my first WAEC paper in 2020; I still hadn't balanced my fees...see more👇

@JubrilAgba73055 @AskMichaelTaiwo @Adebo_ogund @whatsappblog9ja @OIFoundation2 Job well done...

From a Cement Boy To the Second Overall Best Graduating Student in the University with a CGPA of 4.86/5.0 Tears of joy filled my eyes when I was honored as the Second Overall Best Graduating Student in the University.

@homeyzash Book shelf

Guys what do I put here in the corner?

Not to brag but I made this A repost will be appreciated

@GoodnessAdeosun Congratulations

Thank you Lord, Goodness is grateful.

@Legah_tr_ Tewure nkọ?

I’m looking for a 2 bedroom flat Budget: 200k Please where in Nigeria can i find one?

You are owing someone money and the person brought Police to arrest you, this is what you should do. At first, the police have no legal authority to arrest you for a simple debt, as it is a civil matter and not a criminal offense. According to the Police Act 2020 and the Administration of Criminal Justice Act (ACJA), the police are strictly prohibited from interfering in civil disputes or acting as debt collectors Meaning that, the Police officer the person brought to arrest you, is on illegal duty and is on a mission to perform illegal arrest. So at this point. 1. Ask the Police officer for his ID and take note of his name 2. Calmly tell the officer it's a civil matter 3. If the officer insist on arresting you, don't resist the arrest. Follow him 4. If they ask you to sign any undertaking of when you will pay back, sign it That undertaking is not enforceable anywhere, so no fear at all Once you are out File a suit against the person you owe and the Police Officer for breach of your fundamental human right and illegal arrest with unlawful detention In the suit, demand for damages of 50 Million Naira Ignorance of the law is no excuse © The people's parliament

There is a Nigerian lady turning used jeans into fashion items. The lady is me and this is tuntunre.com . It’s been such a journey and this is my invite to you. Join me at our Lagos launch and pop up this Sunday afternoon. This is why I came back to twitter!

If the algorithm shows you my art, kindly reshare🥹🫶

@drharveee Architecture

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@official_Gegeh Never Fold by @hotkeedfire

If someone offered u $1,000,000 to listen to 1 album for 48 hours straight what album are u choosing..

@MellyWinner That's the difference between what we always think is "Best for us" and what actually "Befits us". God gives us what befits us which always outdo what we actually thought is the best for us.

When God answers, He goes all out. Your head will spin so much that you will have no choice but to run back to Him to ask Him how to handle the overflow. You will find yourself saying “Jesus help me” a lot. There are somethings we cannot imagine because our human mind is limited

I have a B. A in German I have a B1 Onset Certificate. I participated in the DAAD hundred Jahre Projekt. I have tutored students across Nigeria My pinned tweet was me on a fully sponsored trip by DAAD. I believe I would make a great teacher.

"Someone kept calling the radio station requesting the same song. For 114 days straight. I'm a DJ at K-Rock 98.3. Overnight shift. Midnight to 6 a.m. Mostly lonely truckers and insomniacs listening. Around 1:15 a.m. every single night, same number calls. Same request, "November Rain" by Guns N' Roses. Eight-minute guitar solo version. First week, I played it. Thought maybe someone really loved that song. Second week, I started screening the calls. "We just played that yesterday, how about something else?" "November Rain, please." "We have a no-repeat policy" Click. They'd hang up. But they'd call back the next night. 1:15 a.m. exactly. "November Rain." This went on for months. My coworkers thought it was hilarious. Started a betting pool on when the caller would give up. They never did. Day 47, "Look, buddy, what's the deal with this song?" Long silence. Then, "Just play it. Please." The voice sounded older. Male. Tired. I played it. Day 82, My manager told me to block the number. "It's harassment." I didn't block it. Day 91, I answered. Before they could speak, I said, "It's queued up. Playing at 1:30." "Thank you," they whispered. Day 114, The call came. But different voice. Younger. Female. "This is about the November Rain requests," she said. "My grandfather passed away this morning. He won't be calling anymore." My stomach dropped. "He had dementia," she continued. "Couldn't remember much. But he remembered that song. Said it was playing when he proposed to my grandmother in 1992. At some restaurant. She died five years ago. The song was the only piece of her he could still hold onto." She was crying. "He'd get confused at night. Agitated. The only thing that calmed him was that song. So I'd call you. Every night. He'd sit next to me, listening on the radio, and for eight minutes he'd remember her. He'd smile. Then forget again. But for those eight minutes....." I couldn't speak. "Thank you for playing it," she said. "Even when you were annoyed. Even when your manager wanted you to stop. Those eight minutes were everything to him." She hung up. I sat in that booth. Played "November Rain" at 1:15 a.m. Nobody requested it. I just played it. Did it again the next night. And every night since. Some listeners complained. "Why do you keep playing the same song?" I never explained. Just said, "Station policy." But truckers started calling in. Said they pulled over during that 1:15 a.m. slot. Listened to the whole eight minutes. Some knew why. Most didn't. One guy said, "I don't even like that song. But something about hearing it at 1:15 every night..... feels like church. Like we're all stopping together. For something." They were right. It's been six months. I still play it. Every single night. 1:15 a.m. Some things aren't about what you like. They're about what someone needed. Once. When nothing else worked. That song's not mine anymore. It belongs to an old man who forgot everything except how to love his wife. And now it belongs to everyone driving lonely highways at 1:15 a.m., looking for a reason to keep going. Eight minutes. Every night. That's my church now." Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for demonstration purpose only. . By Mary Nelson

@lady_valor_07 Puff puff and buns

You have to name him the last thing you ate🥹😊

When a man dies, his wife often lives longer. When a woman dies, her husband often doesn’t. And it’s according to data. Not because men care less. But because women quietly keep life running. She remembers the medicines. She plans the meals. She schedules the doctor visits. She notices the tiredness, the silence, the small changes others miss. She reminds. She insists. She worries. She stays. A wife is not just a partner. She becomes the routine. The care. The structure that holds everything in place. For many men, she is the reason bad habits don’t win and weak years don’t take over. When she is gone, the house is still there, but the rhythm is lost. Meals get skipped. Appointments are forgotten. Loneliness grows louder than hunger. Purpose starts to fade. And life slowly loses its balance. When a husband dies, a woman breaks too. But she knows how to survive. She has been carrying others for years. This is not about who is better. It is about invisible roles played quietly, every day, without recognition. Love is not always grand or poetic. Sometimes it is a simple reminder to eat, to rest, to see a doctor, to keep going. And when that kind of love is gone, the body feels the loss long before the heart can find words.

These Kids don’t even believe an orange seed can grow in them when they swallow it, anymore. This one just told me “the stomach has no soil and sunlight”. What happened to the culture?😭🤦🏽‍♀️

Never saw that coming 😂 sukesuke too stubborn. #voiceover #yoruba