As a guy, if your friend is scared of his babe or wife, never tell him anything confidential. CUT HIM OFF! A man who has to run home at 7pm so madam no go vex. A man who has to crosscheck every decision with his wife so she doesn't vex and veto it. A man who doesnt call the shot in his house. A man who has to relay every conversation with the boys with his wife. AVOID!!! She is destroying him and he will destroy you by exposing every conversation to her for her validation.

Sell in May and go away

More millionaires will be made in mining and commodities over the next 5 years than in AI. I know that sounds wild. Hear me out. AI runs on copper, nickel, lithium, uranium. Every datacenter, every robot, every EV. The catch: we haven't sanctioned a major copper mine in over a decade. Discovery curves are flat. Discovery to production takes 15 years. Exploding demand meeting structurally constrained supply. Textbook setup for a generational commodities bull run. AI gets the headlines. The shovels get the returns. Full conversation: youtube.com/watch?v=m2mb7S1Y…

you mean this gender??

Good point.

Will never understand people who post their women on twitter. Privacy is everything.

Calling him "Big Gabi" brings back memories of Maguire carrying him like a toddler 😁😁

BREAKING: The Texas televangelist who claimed God is using the Iran War to begin the Biblical Apocalypse and Rapture up all the Christians to Heaven on Trump's birthday this June 14th because Trump is the "2nd Messiah" just got arrested for cooking meth in his church basement.

In a world where laws are made for the sole purpose of protecting women, don't you think it's wise for the man to have some form of protection for himself?

The way they dey roast feminists for Nigeria dey give me joy. Everybody dey press their neck, both men and women😂😂😂

na almost every other day this goated tweet dey bang

Imagine a father, telling his grown up son "I am just managing your mother... I only married her because she got pregnant for me" See how irresponsible that sounds? This is why there is no such thing as a wise woman. - Female intelligence has a lower ceiling - women are protected from unfiltered experiential exposure by everyone around them - Are too narcissistic for honest reflection/introspection - As a result of all that, insights are neither formed nor integrated into coherent mental models - And without principles to guide action, nothing is tested or refined, so calibrated judgement NEVER develops. There is foolishness then there's its much older cousin; female foolishness. Women are uniquely foolish and it gets worse as they get older

Cowards Die Many Times Nigeria is a republic. There are no first class and second class citizens. You cannot continue to insist on bossing everyone else, even those better than you. If a man won over 6m votes, excluding those not counted, he deserves the respect of being treated as an integer, not a fraction. For those who care to know, if O cannot win, A cannot win. If O and A need to be together to win, then it should be OA this time, not AO

I just met with PN Okeke. He will be 85 years old this October. He is currently writing a new physics book. I admire him so much.

we used to be so happy…what changed?

With every passing day, I hate motorcycles more and more. The risk to reward of riding one is insanely high.

They say the US has never won a war on their own unless their European allies support them. We're seeing it play out in real time. This is beyond embarrassing.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

Which person in their right mind spends 75 million on Seski when Osimehn is available for almost the same price? Only Manchester United.

Anybody who knows @PeterObi, send him this video. He'll need it in 2027. I understand he's a principled man and his principles have brought him this far but he is up against vicious lions and if he's not prepared to suspend those principles in 2027, tell him not to waste our time