Glad to have voiced these ads for @cocacola_ng late last year. Cheers to more opportunities this year. . . #voiceover #cokead #cocacolavoiceover #nigerianvoiceactor #nigerianvoiceoverartist #tcodevoiceover #voiceoverartist #cokead

No wonder I get anger issues 😭😭😭

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Men will do anything to avoid trying on clothes. He made the clothes try him on.

"Soy sordo. Pensé que TÚ no me querías a MÍ." 11 años. Dos buenas personas. Ambas completamente equivocadas la una sobre la otra. La mayoría del odio es solo un malentendido sin conversación.

There’s a silent disaster happening in Nigeria that nobody wants to confront honestly. We keep shouting about unemployment, bad leadership, low productivity, corruption, poor healthcare, failed institutions and why our country is not working. But many people are avoiding the root cause. Our education system has been deeply compromised. A student enters secondary school or university full of dreams, intelligence and potential. Then the system teaches them something dangerous: “You do not need competence to succeed.” WAEC malpractice. NECO malpractice. GCE runs. Sorting. Sex for grades. Extortion. Intimidation. Victimization. Handout rackets. “See me after class.” “Talk to your lecturer.” “Settle this course.” And after 4 or 5 years of surviving that environment, we expect excellence to magically appear. It won’t. A country cannot repeatedly reward dishonesty in classrooms and expect integrity in government offices, hospitals, engineering sites, courtrooms and businesses. This is where many of our unemployable graduates are coming from. Not because Nigerians are not intelligent. Not because our youths are lazy. But because too many people were trained inside a system where merit was murdered. The painful part is this: UNN, UNILAG, FUTO, ABU, UI, IMSU, ABSU and many others are using largely the same NUC-regulated curriculum. The difference is standards. The universities that still command respect are usually the ones with stronger resistance against sorting, extortion and academic fraud. The ones collapsing in reputation are often the ones where corruption became normalized. Once a student realizes they can buy an “A” with ₦20,000, or sleep their way through a course, or manipulate results through connections, the motivation to truly learn starts dying slowly. And when millions of such graduates enter the labor market, the entire country pays the price. That weak engineer may eventually supervise a bridge. That poorly trained nurse may handle a patient. That compromised accountant may manage public funds. That fake first-class graduate may become a lecturer and reproduce the same cycle again. This is no longer just an education problem. It is a national security problem. Countries become great because they protect competence fiercely. Singapore did it. China did it. Germany did it. South Korea did it. You cannot build a first-world country with a third-world attitude towards education integrity. Nigeria does not have a shortage of talent. Nigeria has a shortage of systems that protect excellence. And until we become ruthless about fighting academic corruption, exam malpractice, sorting, sex-for-grades and institutional intimidation, we will continue producing certificates instead of competence. This fight is bigger than schools. It is about the future survival of Nigeria itself.

Chad Ochocinco says he saved over 80% of his fortune by not trying to impress people, adding he buys fake jewelry, drives the same car since 2006, and flies economy instead of private 👀🤔 "Everybody is caught up in image." "Why buy a $50,000 watch when time is free?"

Dear @WorldBankGroup STOP GIVING NIGERIA FRESH LOANS! STOP GIVING NIGERIA FRESH LOANS! STOP GIVING NIGERIA FRESH LOANS! STOP GIVING NIGERIA FRESH LOANS! STOP GIVING NIGERIA FRESH LOANS! You already approved a whopping total of $9.35 billion in loans & credits between June 2023 & May 2026 for the BAT administration Enough is enough! Add your voice & repost this until The World Bank does the needful. 💔💔

What happened at the University of Uyo Teaching Hospital yesterday is a national disgrace and must not be treated lightly! Calling on @officialEFCC to promote lawful conduct; to publicly call the officers involved in the act to order, @Fmohnigeria @nighealthwatch to protect our healthcare system, and the presidency @NGRPresident and @NGRSenate to look into this, so this doesn’t happen to any healthcare worker again. @UN @WHO @WHONigeria @UNICEF_Nigeria Justice must prevail. Say NO TO VIOLENCE AGAINST MEDICAL PRACTITIONERS. Enough is Enough.

4Fun brought 3 white guys to voice over a Black character and it got AWKWARD FAST when they started dropping the N-word while reading the script 🤣💀👀 “You nappy headed mf… man f*** y’all nig**s” 😭

I was on a train in Tokyo. We stopped between stations. Announcement in Japanese, then in English: "We apologize for the delay. We will resume shortly." The delay was maybe 3 minutes. Not a big deal. When the train started moving again, another announcement: "We sincerely apologize for the delay. We were stopped for 3 minutes and 20 seconds. This is unacceptable. Thank you for your patience." Three minutes and twenty seconds. They measured it exactly. And called it unacceptable. When I got off at my stop, there were station staff on the platform bowing and handing out delay certificates. I took one out of curiosity. It was an official document stating that the train had been delayed by 3 minutes and 20 seconds, signed and stamped. The staff member said in English "for your employer. So they know the delay was not your fault." I said I'm a tourist, I don't need it. He looked confused. "But the delay affected you. You deserve an apology." Three minutes. They were treating a three-minute delay like a major incident. Later I mentioned this to a Japanese friend. They said "oh yes, delay certificates are normal. Trains are supposed to be exactly on time. If they are late, they must apologize." I said three minutes isn't late, it's nothing. My friend said "in Japan, three minutes is late. On time means on time. Not approximately on time." They said the train company probably investigated why there was a 3-minute delay. "They will find the cause and fix it so it doesn't happen again." I kept the certificate. It's framed in my apartment now. A reminder that somewhere in the world, people care about three minutes. © 6IX.

Many atheists do not have a faith problem but an emotional problem with GOD, caused by wrong Bible interpretation. #PastorDolapoLawal

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.

My cousin has been in Canada for six years. Every month, money lands in my aunt's account. School fees, house rent, his younger ones' upkeep. Everybody calls him the family's blessing. He called last Christmas. Laughing and asking about everyone. He sounded fine. I asked: "How are you doing over there?" He said: "I'm managing. Canada is good o." He visited two years ago. We killed a goat. The whole family came out. He was smiling in every photo. Nobody noticed he had lost weight. I noticed. But I didn't say anything. I thought maybe it was the cold. Last month, his friend called my aunt. Said my cousin had not been eating well. That some months he sends everything and keeps nothing. That he cries sometimes. Alone at night. That he had been doing this for years. My aunt was quiet for a long time. Then she said: "But he never said anything." ... Well, he never said anything. Because nobody ever asked beyond "how is Canada?"

We stand with the innocent. We stand with the brave. Justice for civilians. Dignity for our frontline men

Foreign man hilariously narrates chaotic scenes before Portable and Carter Efe’s face-off x.com/CHULLY1010/status/2050…

Which category is the strongest. 👀

Gay people rely on straight people to produce more gay people.

Very cool art in art! The geniuses who think sticking a banana to the wall is ‘art’ need to see this.

If poorer nations became fully developed and stable, migration would drop and richer countries would face shortages of cheap labor and raw resources. It feels like there’s a deliberate effort to keep things that way

Life hack: It's good for your mental health to always have someone that is always happy to see you. If you don't have someone, get a pet that is always excited to see you. You need to feel what it means to matter.