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I know say na skit but body just dey pepper me for here cuz why I go accommodate you for house and you no wan give me space??😡

🎥 Her brother came to revenge for the beating. This is crazy. 😂😭

Moi qui me fais avoir par toutes les fake infos du 1er avril dans ma TL

So this is where we are now… condolences at the airport? People were killed in Angwa Rukuba on the 29th. Families are still in shock. The pain is still fresh, still heavy, still sitting in that community. And the President comes… but not to them. He lands at the airport. Doesn’t go to the scene. Doesn’t step into the community. Doesn’t even try to stand where it actually happened. He just walks into a lounge, talks for a few minutes, and that’s it. Then the part that really gets me… the victims were the ones asked to come and meet him. People who are grieving, who just lost loved ones, had to travel all the way to the airport just to be addressed. At the airport. I don’t even know how to process that. Because what kind of message does that send? That their pain is not important enough to show up for properly? That mourning can be rushed and fitted into a quick stop before the next flight? It feels cold. It feels distant. It feels like a formality. And honestly, I don’t know what is more painful. The attack itself or the silence behind that kind of response. And somehow, they still went.

“Can you hear what is happening in Jos? Bandits massacred people there and insecurity is festering. Tinubu does nothing. You still went ahead to campaign for him and APC. I will disown you as my mother.” - A young man talking to his mom an APC supporter

BREAKING 🇮🇹 Pope Leo XIV has become the first pope in 13 years to wash the feet of priests on Holy Thursday as Jesus did He is at the Lateran Basilica

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A police vehicle got trapped in floodwaters, leaving officers helpless as bystanders mocked them, saying they were now facing the consequences of the same broken system they help enforce.

A pastor instructed his members to bring canes to church and later led them out in the rain, asking them to strike the ground as a symbolic act of fighting their enemies. 🤦🏾‍♂️

If I don't win the election, I'll go back to my village. Nigeria is not my father's estate!!! -- President Goodluck Jonathan in 2015. Tinubu would rather destroy constitution and institutions fraudulently.

The woman who called ICE to report 6 Guatemalans - who nearly finished installing a $10,000 roof - in order to avoid paying them, has been arrested for exploiting immigration status to obtain an economic benefit.

This iron condemn Aboki was caught yesterday night at fashina iwaya cutting the head of child and putting it into his sack.

❗️ Russia to send another batch of oil to #Cuba It’s currently being loaded for delivery, Russian Energy Minister announced.

Russian forces struck a passenger minibus with a drone in Kherson on Friday morning, injuring seven people, the city’s military administration reported. hromadske.ua/en/ukraine/261…

@BukolaOni10 Congratulations

During my NYSC, my roommate introduced me to something I had never heard of before, Health, Safety, and Environment (HSE). She encouraged me to join a training, and we both enrolled together. At that time, I didn’t know that simple decision would later change my life. After NYSC ended, the job hunt began. While discussing my plans with a family friend, I mentioned the HSE training I had completed. He advised me to take it further by registering with the Institute of Safety Professionals of Nigeria, explaining that it was the recognized professional body in the country. My dad supported me financially, and I went ahead to get properly certified. Then came the real struggle searching for a job. One day, that same family friend called to inform me about an opportunity in a construction company in Ibadan. It was only an internship role and came with no salary. I spoke with the manager myself, and he confirmed there would be no payment. It wasn’t an easy decision, but I knew I needed experience, so I accepted. With the support of my siblings, I relocated to Ibadan and stayed with a relative. They helped with my transport fares because where I lived was very far from the project site. Every day was stressful and exhausting, but I kept showing up, learning, and enduring the process. After two months, while scrolling through one of the HSE WhatsApp groups I belonged to, I saw a job advert. I immediately contacted the person who posted it and went through an interview. Later, he told me I performed better than other candidates he had interviewed. After speaking with the company’s Managing Director, I was offered the job with good salary, free accommodation, and free transportation. I was asked to resume that same month. When I informed my internship boss, he smiled and said something I will never forget: Those two months that looked like suffering were actually preparing the way for you. And that was how I moved on to a better opportunity. Interestingly, the very week I resumed my new job was when the lockdown started. That job became an answered prayer, solving many financial challenges in my life and family at the time. I often reflect on how one conversation, one step of faith, and a season of sacrifice completely changed my story. I'm forever grateful to my NYSC roommate. Sometimes the opportunity that looks small, unpaid, or uncomfortable is the bridge to the life you prayed for. Keep learning, keep showing up, and don’t despise humble beginnings.

Before, whenever I hear ‘he sold his soul to the devil’ What comes to mind is ‘illum!nati’.. Or at least ‘Ogboni’ Thinking of it.. Lives were lost and Chief Priest really said.. “This was clearly done to embarrass our president on his birthday” Define ‘selling of soul’ again

Good Friday reminds us of Jesus Christ’s sacrifice. May this day further deepen the values of harmony, compassion and forgiveness. May brotherhood and hope guide us all.

Nigeria: Tinubu’s success will not shield you, Wike tells defecting PDP Governors — Business Day