My work finally made it to your TL 🥳 kindly leave a like and repost 🤲🏽📸

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The day the lord gave me to y’all🤭🤭🤭 Happy Birthday Zizou 🥳🥳🥳 👗- @ODUNMADEIT

Happy Birthday Zee 🎂❤️

4 more pictures because it’s my day🤭 Happy Birthday Zee❤️❤️ Red sure looks good on me😍

I’m a man of modest income pls

RT @rarewitanie: Yoruba Tax is insane… only Burna Boy and Rema are the one who escaped

African teams at the 2026 World Cup: Tunisia - 1 Goal Morroco - 1 Goal Ivory Coast - 1 Goal South Africa - Leave our kantri 😭

It gets worse Many Hausa people don’t know God’s name in Hausa, they always say it’s Allah, but it’s actually Ubangiji. Islam really erased their identity.

Stateside, a grocery store. I was choosing apples when a small force approached from the cereal aisle and stopped three paces from me. A boy. Six, perhaps. A bright cloth headband tied across his brow, the way I have worn mine into matters that decided lives. A ninja. Off duty, by the look of his sneakers. He pressed his small hands together and bowed — deep, formal, wobbling, held one breath too long, the headband sliding toward his eyes. I understood at once. This was a challenge, offered with full ceremony. A practitioner had identified me across the produce section and observed the old courtesies before engagement. I returned the bow. Lower than his, because he had bowed first, and the one who is honored must honor more. We held it. Two warriors bent over a pyramid of apples, neither willing to rise first. My back began to complain. I did not let it show. "He's a real one, Mom," the boy whispered, not rising. A real one. He had named me. A master does not waste such a word — this was now a sworn duel, witnessed. I bowed lower. The blood went to my head. "You can just high-five him, buddy," his mother said. A high-five. So the duel was to be decided by a single struck palm — one strike, all or nothing. I straightened, lifted my hand with the gravity of a man drawing at dawn, and prepared to meet his. He slapped my hand and giggled. "Okay, say bye to the nice man," she said, steering her cart. The duel was being adjourned. With honor. Neither defeated. I bowed a fourth time, deeper than all the others, to seal the truce. The headband, it turned out, was the entire dojo. There was no enemy — only a boy who had found, in the apple aisle, living proof that the thing he loved was true. It was like two men holding a door for each other, neither willing to walk through first, until the building closes. My back will not forgive me for a week. I do not care. From this day a folded headband rides in my pocket wherever I go, so the next child who bows to me over the apples finds me already bent to meet him — and we will hold it, the two of us, longer than the last.

It’s Officially my birthday week 🤭 I’m excited 🥳🥳🥳

Birthday week got even better. Alhamdulilah 🙏🏾 See y’all in class on the 20th for the Content Growth Masterclass nestuge.com/cgwithpassword #ContentGrowthWithPassword #PasswordTV #CreatorInIbadan #IbadanCreator

Asake life style. His patterns of singing

These guys have night vision now!! Incase you don’t know how scary this is kindly watch “The Outpost” then you will understand.

At 30, I finally got my own apartment, God is never late 😩💙

RT @JordanSumbu: After the world is done raving about 🇨🇩 DR. Congo’s grand arrival and fashion look for the World Cup, please also take the…

Femi Otedola disclosed a heated confrontation with former President Obasanjo over the deregulation of diesel importation in 2004. In his words: “The President called me at 2am, shouting through the phone. ‘You’re a stupid boy! God will punish you! You persuaded me to deregulate diesel, and now there’s no diesel in the country!’

Primary school was crazy. You fit dey write test make your seat mate vomit indomie and eba beside you😭

Drone display in Lagos to celebrate Nigeria’s Democracy Day, June 12. 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 🇳🇬 Absolutely stunning 😍

You have made a sharp observation that many missed. In his latest TikTok video with his lieutenant, Bello Turji was not just talking. He was displaying new military camouflage and other military kits. New gear. New look. New supplies. That is not fashion. That is logistics. Someone is supplying him. Someone is funding him. And someone is making sure he looks the part while continuing to terrorise communities. But there is another detail you caught: he has added weight. You linked it to his injury and loss of fitness. That may be true. But added weight also suggests something else: he is no longer moving as much. He is not constantly evading troops. He is stationary enough to eat well, rest, and regain mass. That is a vulnerability. A stationary target is a trackable target. If he has lost fitness, his mobility has decreased. If his mobility has decreased, his escape options have narrowed. Security forces must exploit this. Satellite imagery, drone surveillance, and human intelligence should be focused on identifying his current location not his past movements. The new camouflage tells us he is being resupplied. The added weight tells us he is not running as much. Both are intelligence goldmines. Let us hope the intelligence community is paying as close attention as you are.