American: So there are terrorists causing problems in your country, right? Nigerian: Yes. American: That's terrible. Is the government at least doing something about it? Nigerian: Well, our president addressed the issue. American: Oh. What did he say? Nigerian: He spoke about the law of lawf in the holy book American: ...The law of love? Nigerian: I guess American: Okay. Did you send the military after them? Nigerian: Hmm... at times. American: What do you mean "at times"? Nigerian: Sometimes we've heard the military went after them. In some cases, the terrorists ended up killing military personnel. American: Wait. They killed your soldiers? Nigerian: Yes. American: Okay, so then your government retaliated and finished them off, right? Nigerian: Mm... nah. American: What do you mean "nah"? Nigerian: Well, our president also gave an example from the Bible about the prodigal son on how we should accept them with love. American: Hold on. The prodigal son? Nigerian: Yes. American: I'm confused. So you're telling me terrorists killed military personnel, and the response was a Bible lesson? Nigerian: Something like that. American: So you guys aren't doing anything? Nigerian: No, no. We're doing something. American: Okay. What are you doing? Nigerian: We're rehabilitating the ones we catch. American: You're... rehabilitating them? Nigerian: Yes. American: Not prosecuting them? Nigerian: Not according to our president, no. American: WTF WTF WTF Nigerian: I never even tell you anything, you don dey cry

"A woman came to meet me few years ago, she said herself and her husband and children had nothing to eat, I told her to get a cup of Garri and cup of Rice, I prayed into it, I told her if she got home she should pour it into 100kg bags, she ate it with her family for 2 years"

I want to give you guys some facts about General Chappie James. He wasn’t a “DEI” hire—he was a complete badass that had to overcome MORE than any white pilot. Did 178 combat missions—that’s like 7 bomber tours on a B-17 in WWII. His medal count? Impeccable. 3 Distinguished Flying Crosses, 14 Air Medals, Two Legions of Merit, and a Defense Distinguished Service Medal. One of the original Tuskegee Airmen, the first four-star African American General. Hegseth couldn’t sniff the level of soldiering and warrior that was in Chappie’s DNA. God bless him. And Hegseth took down his picture from a hallway like a racist little child, which is what he is.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.