I WILL TELL MY UNBORN KIDS THAT I WAS PART AND PARCEL OF THE STRUGGLE....#EndSARS #TOGETHERWECANWIN

Everyone Has a snake in their toilet pit that is gradually coming up from the pipes up to their toilet seat. The only reason why these snakes cannot come up so fast is because of the bile content in your faeces. The liver produces Bile And the Bile is responsible for the coloration of your poopoo. The bile in the faeces in the pit is oily which makes it hard for the snake to elevate. Anytime you see a snake in your toilet up like this, then there's an issue with your liver not producing enough bile.

In the heart of Alaba International Market, Lagos, back in 2003, Uncle Emeka ran a modest phone accessories stall. He was the typical Naija hustler, early 30s, married with three kids, always smiling through the stress, greeting everyone by name, even his competitors. People knew him as “Oga Emeka,” the guy who would lend you 5k till month end without asking twice, or help fix your customer’s Nokia for free if they were broke. That July, during heavy rains that flooded half the market, Uncle Emeka suddenly clutched his chest mid sale. He collapsed right there on the wet ground, surrounded by chargers and earpieces. It was a massive heart attack, years of hypertension from nonstop grinding, skipped doctor visits, and garri for dinner nights finally caught up. They rushed him to a local clinic, but there was no ECG machine, no proper drugs. Family transferred him to LUTH, where doctors said open heart surgery was needed urgently. Bill, over ₦500,000, a king’s ransom in 2005. His wife broke down, savings gone, relatives abroad not picking calls, kids still in school fees arrears. Then the market did what only Naija markets can do. Word spread faster than fire in Alaba. Rivals from the next stall started the collection first, “Oga Emeka don help me plenty times.” Mechanics from the auto section dropped tools and contributed. Okada riders pooled fares from the day. Even the area boys who usually collected settlement brought ₦200, ₦500 each, saying “Na our oga be that.” A big Chinese importer Uncle Emeka once helped during a shop fire, he gave him space to store goods temporarily, sent ₦200k anonymously through a middleman. SMS chains flew around, before WhatsApp era, church groups, mosque announcements, even radio stations in Lagos picked it up. In less than 72 hours, they raised the full amount. Surgery happened. Uncle Emeka survived, though recovery took months, he lost weight, came back thinner, but alive. When he returned to the market, the whole place shut down for a mini celebration. They carried him shoulder high like a hero. He cried openly, saying, “I thought money was everything, but na people be the real wealth.” That incident changed many lives there. Traders started a small “Emeka Fund” for emergencies, contributions every month to help anyone in crisis. Uncle Emeka himself became healthier, started advocating for check ups, and his stall grew because people wanted to patronize the man God saved through community. This story isn’t fiction, it’s what real Nigerians do when systems fail. In a country where government hospitals lack drugs and bills crush families, the streets rise. It is not about tribe, religion, or status, it is about person wey dey there for you when you need am. Na who get people, get everything. 💔➡️❤️

They're Killing US In Nigeria With Fake Pharmaceutical Drugs And The Government Is Turning Blind Eye 👁 To It,Everyone Will Bear The Consequences Either UpperClass,MiddleClass Or LowerClass.

𝗖𝗥𝟳. 🇵🇹 #LALIGAHistory | #LALIGAEsMundial

Gas finished last night and the kids were craving shawarma, I was too. Hubby said to go out to get it for all of us with drinks for dinner, I punched my calculator to see how much it will cost for a family of 5. I arrived at over 35k. 12kg gas now cost 24k, we would use it 4weeks at least. I chose gas over shawarma. That is for a family where both partners work and earn decently. We couldn't even afford a basic treat without punching the calculator. Everything extra is now considered luxury Now imagine the life of a child whose both parents are skilless, unemployed or earns meagerly. I know many of you will come and ask if shawarma is food, no it's not but everyone deserves a treat once in a while. We all know what we are doing but you people should fear Allah.

Youre right and I'll tell you why because I can. Given the circumstances of his marriage, they expect him to be miserable - as per Nollywood. They hate that he seemed to cover all bases - prenup, marriage, divorce custody, removal of his ex as dependant, exoneration from DV claims and he is unapologetically loud. They don't care about whatever circumstances surrounded the marriage or dissolution just hate the fact that "a cheating gurl took an L". They hate that they can't troll him for his looks, career, pockets or his ability to pull 10s as he pleases he is young. So why not zoom in, on his nostrils. Was he doing too much publicly at some point? Relatively yes. But I can rationally charge it to two possible factors: 1. He was genuinely also deeply affected by the way the marriage turned out & the repeated public crashout need for some kind of validation was a necessary step to putting it behind, 2. When a situation puts you on the spotlight for the very first time, a lot of people don't know how to leverage on the overwhelming first round of applause & hang it there - they stretch it until the balance tilts. These are my honest assessments. Do these assessments justify the vitriol he's getting from women currently? No. He seems to be doing well and they hate his guts. The honest-to-god truth might be that - he might not be doing that well emotionally but he has refused to allow weakness be his public identity and doesn't conform to their definition of "humble".

Nigeria moves $46.7 billion in cross-border trade every year. $13 billion to China alone. And the infrastructure moving those payments? Still takes 2-8 weeks and costs 4-10%. African neobanking isn't a category problem. It's an orchestration problem. Here's where we're headed 👇

The witch cried at night and the baby died in the morning! Dr. Obadiah Mailafia warned Nigerians.

“As wild and senseless as the kidnappers in Nigeria are,would they kidnap the son of the President? That's when you will now know Nigeria has forces” — Pastor David Oyedepo

VDM is 100% right about what he said. My own experience was brutal. During my abduction, I experienced what can only be described as slavery in the hands of bandits. After my family struggled to gather ₦15 million and other items they demanded, we thought the nightmare would end. Instead, the very next day, they increased the ransom to ₦55 million. That was when the real suffering began. The group that kidnapped me had abducted 11 people. My driver was killed. Out of the remaining victims, 9 were eventually released, but I was not. The leader gave my family a five-day ultimatum to pay the ₦55 million or he would kill me. On the 22nd day in the forest, a day before the deadline expired, he ordered two of his boys to take me somewhere else. We rode on motorcycles for hours through the night. When we finally arrived, I was handed over to another group. There, I met two victims who were already chained down. They handcuffed and chained me alongside them. That was the last day I ever saw the group that originally kidnapped me. The new group was even worse. I spent another 20 days with them, enduring severe beatings, torture, hunger, and constant threats. They demanded ₦50 million from my family. At one point, one of the bandits even collected ₦2 million through a bank transfer, yet they still refused to release me. In the end, I escaped. Sometimes when people discuss kidnapping online, they don't fully understand the horror victims go through. The physical pain heals, but the memories remain. No human being should have to experience such cruelty. Honestly, this country's insecurity is heartbreaking and inhumane.💔😭🇳🇬

This country is funny So the local Government Vice-chairman has been Remanded In Prison For Faking Her Own Kidnap just To Raise Funds For Politics In Ekiti. Guess what it's a woman 🤦‍♀️😹, this gender can do anything to make money. The money she made from politics is not enough now she's faking her own kidnap saying bandits has kidnapped her This is what I keep saying that women don't deserve the power of choice and freedom that they have. Their destination should remain in the kitchen

For those who don't understand mutual funds and how compound interest works, this post is for you. Please take your time to read as I break it down bit by bit: A mutual fund is a pool of money collected from many investors and managed by professionals who invest it on their behalf to generate returns. Now let's explain how compound interest works: If you're starting with 20k monthly for a mutual fund that offers interest of 18% per annum, your monthly interest would be 1.5% of your capital (20,000 naira). How did I get 1.5%? Since the yearly interest is 18%, to get the monthly interest, you'll divide that 18 by 12 months. So, 18÷12 = 1.5. So, the first month interest would be 1.5% of 20,000 naira. That's 300 naira. So at the end of the first month, you get 20,300. Now you deposit another 20,000 naira, making your balance now 40,300. 1.5% of that is ~605 naira. So at the end of month 2, your balance would be 40,905. Now you deposit 20,000 naira again, making your balance 60,905. 1.5% of that is ~914 naira. You see how the interest keeps increasing? Your deposit is fixed (20,000 naira monthly) but your interest increases over time. By year 10, your balance would have grown to around 46.8 million naira and your monthly interest alone would be approximately 702,000 naira, while you're still only depositing 20,000 naira monthly. Before you know it, your monthly interest would be more than 100x your deposit. That's the power of compounding interest. I hope it's clear enough but if you're not clear, you're free to ask. Above all, love God.

After I recovered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) as a Young soldier for several months . I started trophy hunting , I cut off the heads of every terrorist i kill, shave it and keep the skull as trophy 🙂 As long as I am alive I will always protect civilians. May God see me through. #All4YouAndI #Soldiers #Civilians #Army #Nigeria #Citizens

This is NOT the nigerian army. This is a video of the barbaric terrorists dressed up in a full nigerian military uniform with boots, arms and equipment that even nigerian military don’t have. Yes the same terrorists the nigerian govt calls “brothers”. This country is a joke.

If I want s*x right now and I pick up my phone, there are soooooooo many men I can call and they will turn up. And I know this is the same for most men and women too. S*x is cheap. Easy. But you know what is hard to find now? YOUR OWN PERSON. Someone who you know will always have your back, with or without s*x. Someone who loves you for you. Someone who genuinely cares for you. This is HARD to find these days.

Adidas producing “Jesus Saves” Christian Shirts for the World Cup just made me smile 😁 I am definitely getting this

RCCG's PR team has been trying very hard to rage-bait and gaslight Nigerians since morning, and I'm glad more people are beginning to see through it. I say this with my full chest: RCCG has gradually turned into the religious political wing of the APC. I didn't stutter. What's sad is that I say this as someone who spent years in the church. I honestly don't recognize it anymore. In the clip being circulated, Pastor E.A. Adeboye said a lot of things, but when you strip away the words, it sounds very similar to the vague statement Davido came online to make a few days ago. At one point, he said, and I quote, "...in case there is any of you who can get across to them." "Them" being the government. The same government whose First Lady is an ordained RCCG pastor. The same government to which he arguably has one of the closest lines of access among Nigerian religious leaders. RCCG's official page also replied to someone and said, and I quote: "An 84-year-old man should go lead a protest for your own future?... You are not ready." Interesting. An 84-year-old man is apparently too old to lead a peaceful protest, but not too old to remain General Overseer of one of the largest churches in the world. You also pointed out that he joined a peaceful walk in 2020 under the directive of CAN. So what exactly has changed? Has Nigeria improved so dramatically since then that peaceful public advocacy is no longer necessary? Or are we supposed to believe that a man of his influence suddenly has no voice within CAN and no ability to push for similar action today? As for CAN, I have a lot to say, but that deserves an entire post of its own. What Nigerians will not accept is this attempt to gaslight people about the radio silence, political apathy, and consistent reluctance of many religious leaders to challenge power when it matters most. Leadership comes with responsibility. You cannot command the loyalty, attention, and obedience of millions of people and then expect people to keep quiet when you don’t speak up the right way. The reason RCCG's PR team is suddenly working overtime is simple: Nigerians are becoming bolder. People are suffering more. And when suffering reaches a certain point, people stop whispering and start speaking their minds.

Aboki no wise Aboki no wise But Aboki wey dey shine your shoe dey travel from Port Harcourt go Kano, just to go vote💀 But U no fit move from Rukpokwu go Vote for Borikiri, within the same P-Harcourt🤡 Between U & Aboki, Who be the FOOL?🤷‍♂️

🚨 Idris Elba has been officially knighted and marked the moment in style, dancing with an Arsenal jersey reading “Sir Elba 7.” Gooner energy. ❤️ #afc

There was a job i did for a child dedication,some years ago, just a one off job. It wasn't buffet style. I'd just have to make Jollof, fried rice, pepper soup and coleslaw...then fry meat, cover and go. I would be making the meals at their house. They would provide every material, my own is to cook. And yes, a friend of theirs referred me. A day before, the wife texted me...I've only been in contact with the husband that booked the job. The husband paid for the service already, N40,000 to balance me N10,000. And HE PAID ACCORDING TO WHAT WE SAID I'D MAKE. Saturday, a day before that day, the wife texted, Introduced herself and asked when i was coming, that i would be sleeping over at their place. I told her that i don't sleep over. I'd be right there, in the morning. She asked how soon and i told her, as early as, since they would start receiving guests by 12pm. Then she asked me weird questions. "Hope you have work tools?" "Hope you have dress?" "Hope you have cap?" I said if she's talking about hygiene, they are in good hands. After 6am Sunday, i arrived at their house and straight to their kitchen. Everything had been provided for except tomatoes and peppers. They forgot to get it. I alerted them. It gets crazy umu nne m na Christy. The woman's mum came into the kitchen, handed me money and told me to go buy the items from midwifery market. I politely told her that i don't do market runs...i didn't even want to talk about why they'd forget tomatoes/peppers of all things cos i didn't want to sound rude. When i refused, the mum was shocked. The daughter came back with the money, i said no. I told her to send someone else and got to work immediately, washing the chicken, intestines and prepping the veggies for fried rice and coleslaw. The person they sent, came back with the materials and i went to work. They had just that flat burner so i had only two fire places to work with. I was on my feet, throughout. The mother would come, speak rudely to me and ask..."I hope the intestines, you washed it well oh...you scraped everything well?" "I don't want people to eat any sand oh!" I'd say, "Yes ma'am!" without as much as a glance. Occasionally, one or two women, would come into the kitchen, i think friends of the wife...like, she's coming to show them they brought a cook. "Una even bring cook!" They'd giggle. And then the friend whipped out her phone to make a video and i politely told her not to...I mean not to video me. She could help herself to videoing the meals. She escorted them back to the sitting room. Omo the house was chaotic. People everywhere, coming in and out of the kitchen. I couldn't concentrate fully, kitchen was small and traps heat cos it is fully tiled. I was so hot. Then the wife brought Ukwa and said i would be making it too, i said i wouldn't, it wasn't in our deal. She left that and attacked my dressing saying i had said I'd come with my tools but i had just the normal head cover and apron. Then i understood the question she asked earlier. She wanted me to be in the full chef regalia, complete with the long ass cap. 🤭 At this point, i was regretting taking the job but i stood my ground and said i wouldn't be making the ukwa. I stood from 7 to after 11am cooking, i packed everything and covered well, waiting for them to come because i wouldn't just go. They came back, the wife and her mum inspected everything and when i picked up my bag to leave...the mother asked the daughter. "Who go serve people weh follow us come back from church?" 😂 They told me to wear my apron and cap, come out and start serving the guests in the sitting room. I carried my akpa aka and asked for my balance. A verbal war started. Not to further make this long, i never got my balance. It was the friend that referred them to me, that sent me the 10k, when i told him, weeks later! He was disappointed and apologized. Mamaflourish Me: Entrepreneur dey try o