The reason a lot of you don’t see anything wrong in one person hoarding large sums of money while people slave away and die of hunger is because you aspire to be like that also. Unfortunately, you are more likely to walk on water than to be a trillionaire.

PMS ₦1400, Kerosene ₦4k, Gas ₦2000, Cement ₦12k. inflation 19%, No Security, No Light, No Money.

“I’m Really Ashamed To Call Myself a Yoruba Man. Yesterday, Some Fulani Herdsmen K!dn@pped People In Abia State And Demanded a N10M Ransom. Immediately, Youths Of The Community Mobilised, Stormed The Bush And Assisted In The Search Efforts. The Victims Were Rescued Within 24Hrs. Did You Hear About It On Social Media? Meanwhile, Since The Kidnapping Of School Children And Teachers, The Youths In Ogbomoso Cannot Even Enter The Bush. As a Yoruba Man, I’m Ashamed To Be One.” ~ Man Reacts

Maybe it's because I'm poor, but I find their content painfully boring. There's nothing I want to hear from them, and nothing I've heard from them that interests me even remotely

I’ll be having a good time on twitter and then see shit like this 2 seconds later

It’s just self love. You’ll hate to hear what I wish I could do to myself🤣

Lmao I do this

Hello? Get down!!!

my brother just another me

Ik it seems narcissistic to say I like sniffing my boxers after I’ve worn them but I’m ngl they smell good asf

This is them literally announcing they’re going to try and rig 😭 I’m dead mehn

“Free our children!!!” Another scene of Ibadan protest currently going on at Molete

AFTER 2 WEEKS WITH BANDITS, SHE PREFERRED D£@TH TO RANSOMED FREEDOM A 23-year-old girl—barely an adult, still full of dreams—was kidnapped by bandits. They demanded 50 million naira. Her family begged, pleaded, and cried for mercy. The bandits refused to reduce a single kobo. For two weeks, her father fought like a lion. He borrowed, sold, and bled dry to raise every kobo. Finally, he had the 50 million. He called them, desperate to hear his daughter’s voice one more time before paying. She came on the phone, instead of begging to be saved, she told her father: “Don’t pay. I will kill myself if they release me.” Because for fourteen days—fourteen unthinkable, merciless days—those monsters had been raping life out of her over and over. Daily. Hourly. Destroying her soul while she was still alive. When the bandits heard what she said, they put a bullet in her head. Then they sent her family the video and pictures of her final moment on earth. She was murd£r£d—after being tortured in ways no human being should ever suffer. This is not about politics anymore. This is about our humanity. This is about mothers who will never hold their daughters again. Fathers who gather ransom only to receive a corpse. Young girls who go to sleep terrified that tonight might be their turn. May grief never leave the door of those that brought Nigeria to this point and may the pain they ignore today find them a million times over tomorrow. (A heartbroken Nigerian)

I’m now reduced to begging. I have no job, no opportunities, and nothing to hold on to, all because of bad governance. Tinubu has turned things from bad to worse. None of the promises he made has been kept. How did we get here? This suffering is too much. — An old Yoruba woman crying