Cybersecurity is not easy ooo Make dem no whine you ooo.

see me singing North London forever all the way from Mushin 🥺

Make una watch una end to end entertaining football tonight I don qualify for final

You think I'm happy living abroad? I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60. People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward. You think I'm happy? That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie. How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams. You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that? WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here? Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy? If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave? If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave? Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with? You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets. That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces. You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home? You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again. For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home? I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.

4th placed Leverkusen? That same 4th placed Leverkusen beat your almighty Manchester City 2-0 AT the Etihad. So when you call them 4th place like it's an insult... your beloved City couldn't even beat them at home. Make it make sense. 4th placed Atletico? That same Atletico eliminated Tottenham AND demolished your precious Barcelona in the quarterfinals. You know, Barcelona — the team your club couldn't get past. So yes, "4th placed Atletico" was actually doing the Lord's work taking out bigger names than your team ever faced this season. 3rd placed Sporting?. That same Sporting eliminated Bodø/Glimt — who humiliated your Man City 3-1 earlier. And before I forget, that same "3rd placed" Sporting beat PSG 2-1. PSG. With all their money and squad depth. Embarrassing route indeed 😏 Now let's talk about Arsenal's side of the draw. 8 wins from 8 in the league phase. Conceded only 4 goals. Then embarrased Bayern Munich — your Bayern — and Inter Milan. You know, the Italian champions. Teams with actual pedigree. And we did it looking like Champions. The truth is this: if your team were good enough, they would have been in this final. But they weren't. And no amount of tears will change the scoreline. Arsenal 2-1 Atlético. Buddapest, here we come. The route didn't embarrass us. It crowned us. 🔴⚪ COYG. Always.

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I don’t know how to explain this but I’m a very hardworking lazy person 😩

monday...

I was 21. NYSC posting: a village clinic in Osun. No light. No water. Just me, a matron in her 60s, and women who walked 3 hours for antenatal. Day 1, a 16 year old girl came in bleeding and pregnant. Her 40-year old husband said, “It’s normal. First baby always hard.” Matron took one look at me and said, “Corper, you go learn today.” We had no ultrasound or blood bank. Just gloves, faith, and a torchlight I held with my mouth while Matron’s hands disappeared inside that child. For 6 hours we fought. The girl was slipping. Matron prayed in Igala and English. I cried, thinking, “This is why I wanted to japa.” 😂 Then the baby’s cry came; a small, angry boy, alive. The 14-year-old whispered, “Aunty, thank you for not running.” 😭 Covered in blood and sweat, Matron said: “You think this work na for money? This work na for the girls who don’t know their own worth yet. You stay. You fight. You stubborn. Because if we no stubborn, who go be stubborn for them?” That was 5 years ago. Today I’m a doctor in Lagos with a clinic in Abule Egba. Every girl who comes in with “normal period pain” that’s been killing her for years reminds me of that torchlight and Matron’s hands. I get stubborn. I’ve diagnosed 47 cases of advanced PID this year, done 12 fibroid surgeries, and caught 3 girls early before their wombs got damaged. Ladies, my message is simple: 1. “Normal” pain that stops your school, work, or life? It’s NOT normal. 2. Your body is not “village people.” It’s biology. Test it. Scan it. Know it. 3. Be stubborn about your health. The world will call you dramatic. Be dramatic and alive. That matron died 2 years ago, but her stubbornness lives in every girl I refuse to let die quietly.

It’s imperative to partner with a girlie you enjoy brain-tinkering convos with outside $ and gossip convos.

As a Christian, you have to, at least once in your lifetime outgrow or discern the hypocrisy and hypnotism in the modern day church. The loyalty is to Christ and not organised religion

Fueling your car and generator at N1,330/L is not the right way to live.

all of my character development has been against my will

ik i ghosted u but that pic u posted lowk nice wyd

saturday...

Police Counter Terrorism Unit wey dey collect 500 for road from commercial busses. This country is irredeemable. Gfb

Obi's team and their leaky mouths. Consistently posturing and oversharing on Twitter to prove they're in the know and in on important conversations. Man STFU

a respectful freak won’t freak until froken to

nigerians and imaginary “destiny helpers”. i shouldn’t talk about the state of my own country because of an imaginary politician who might give me a job. ori yin o pe at all.