 Education › Re: Bandits Invade Ogbomoso Schools, Kidnap Principal, Kill Teacher & Student by Christlike01: 1:37pm On May 16 |
agulion:
That is why most of us Yoruba Muslims will soon start to renounce Islam, islamic terrorists and islamic bandits are threat to islam, islam now seems as a blood sucking religion Omo Iya mi,kuro ninu esin yen,esin buruku ni esin Islamu. You don't need anyone to convince you that Islam is not good for humanity. You only have to take the Quran itself and read it. I practised Islam for well over forty years. I finally left some three years ago. Please leave before it's too late. Jesus loves you. Shalom. |
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| Politics › Re: Kwankwaso Has Phd, But Nigeria Needs Wealth Creator Like Me – Obi by Christlike01: 9:19am On May 15 |
The wealth you couldn't create for your own people in Anambra. Isn't that why more that half of the population of Anambra now lives in Lagos state? Which wealth are you even talking about,Mr Obi? Where is it in any part of your region? I would rather vote for a tree than to vote for a colossal failure like you, man!
Peter Obi can only be President of Agulu descendants Union. |
| Celebrities › Re: Leaked Audio Of Chike & Sandra Edoho, As They Share Same Love Song Online by Christlike01: 7:28pm On May 14 |
FortCavazosKnox:
Chike is actually not smart, knack a married woman? I won’t even feel sorry for him if anything bad happens to him, he’s lucky he’s doing it with Frank. I hope he tries it with someone evil 😈 Trust me, that Chike guy is not escaping the brutal consequences of his action— he will wish he had never been born! |
| Politics › Re: Rotimi Amaechi Submits ADC Nomination Forms by Christlike01: 7:03pm On May 14 |
Amaechi is a man,unlike a cowardly Obi who died before the actual death came calling! Respect to you, man. |
| Politics › Re: 2027: Atiku Now APC Best Campaign Manager – Oshiomhole by Christlike01: 2:04pm On May 14 |
I would rather vote for a tree than to vote for Mr Peter Obi! |
| Literature › Re: Short Story: That Was The Last Thing Any Of Us Ever Saw by Christlike01: 1:56pm On May 14 |
tonystark007:
It was today! Everyone called it the biggest crusade the community have ever seen.
My cousins, my uncle, his wife & my baby brother, watched silently as I wore my “Christian clothes” & prepared for revenge against the infidels
But I was confused. Christians didn’t unalive my parents. Terr0rists did.
My name is Amira, I’m 15.
5 years ago, terrorists wiped out my village in Borno. My parents hid my little brother & I inside a dry well while they were brutally murdered outside.
I watched everything.
Watched them beat my father badly, and tied him up, while they violated my mother one by one before finally cvtting off her head.
Then they cvt off his legs, set him on fir3 & laughed as he bvrned to d3ath
I pressed my brother tightly to my chest, covering his eyes and blocking his ears from my father’s screams.
After that night, survivors brought us to Lagos, where my uncle Bashiru and his wife raised us. Slowly, I learned to smile again.
Until Kabiru arrived and everything changed.
One morning, I caught him staring at me strangely, and goosebumps covered my body. I never liked him, so I warned my brother, now 10, to stay away from him but he never listened.
They were always together & Kabiru kept taking him to the mosque & teaching him to pray.
I began to feel my uncle and aunt were afraid of him because before then, going to the mosque had always been optional. Nobody forced religion on us, and I only prayed when I wanted to. They were Muslims mostly in name.
But suddenly, everything changed. I had to cover my head with a hijab, wear Muslim clothes, and pray constantly.
Then one night, after speaking privately with my uncle and aunt, Kabiru told me it was finally time to avenge my parents.
I was happy… For five years, I had dreamed about revenge. Maybe Kabiru wasn’t so bad after all if he cared enough about my parents to want justice for them.
But my aunt was crying, and my uncle refused to look me in the eye. I was confused. Wasn’t he happy that his brother would finally be avenged?
Until he explained how.
There would be a crusade in one week. I was to wear a b0mb vest, disguise myself as a Christian, and detonate it during the altar call. Sending as many infidels to he|| as possible
“Wait… what?”
I looked at my uncle and aunt but they looked away
Then, he said, I would wake up in heaven as a virgin, married to a warrior & prince, while my parents would be honored because of my sacrifice.
“I don’t understand. U want me to ki|| myself & innocent people? But they didn’t do anything to—”
The slap that followed nearly blinded me. He was shouting but I couldn’t hear. My ear was ringing badly.
Gradually, his words became clearer.
He said Lagos has spoiled me & he wished I had di3d with my parents in Borno cos I had become a disgrace and was no longer a true Muslim.
I stood up crying & said no. I told him I’d never become a svicide b0mb3r or unalive innocent people cos I’m not a monster.
He laughed…
Next thing, he started b3ating me. He kick3d me repeatedly until I could barely stand, then dragged me into my room & violated me the same way my mother was violated 5 years ago.
The next morning, he returned with six others whom he called my cousins. One wore a mask.
One after another, they violated me.
When the sixth man was on top of me, as he was vibrating and shaking, his mask slipped off, and I saw his face.
It was uncle Bashiru!
I refused to cry.
My silence became my only weapon. My only act of defiance.
So I stared directly into his eyes the same way my mother had stared at those terrorists years ago and said nothing.
Afterward, Kabiru warned me:
“If you refuse again, your little brother will take your place.”
That was when I remembered the last thing my parents ever told me:
“Protect your brother, Amira.”
So I whispered:
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
He smiled. One by one, they left.
Uncle Bashiru never spoke to me again after that night. Neither did my aunt. She only brought food and water to my room while avoiding my eyes in shame and guilt.
That’s how I knew she knew exactly what her husband had done.
And now, it was today.
Kabiru was showing me how to activate the b0mb. The vest was already strapped tightly to my body. One of the same cousins who had violated me was the one who fastened it.
The others sat around smiling casually, making jokes and small talk. They told me not to worry because my virginity would be restored once I reached heaven. They said my parents and my new husband would be proud of me.
Uncle Bashiru and his wife just watched silently.
Kabiru explained that I should wait until what the infidels called the altar call or testimony session was happening.
Then I would walk forward as if I wanted to give my life to Isa or share a testimony. At that moment, I was to shout, “Allahu Akbar,” and activate the vest.
Then they asked if I had any last wish.
Quietly, I nodded and asked to see my brother.
He walked in slowly. His eyes were swollen, and I knew he had been crying.
I hugged him tightly and asked him to do one last favor for me.
He nodded.
So I told him to go buy shawarma and Cold Stone ice cream for us so we could eat together. One final supper.
He smiled immediately. Those were his favorite things. Mine too.
Uncle Bashiru handed him money, and he rode off on his bike.
The moment I heard the gate close, I looked around the room again.
I no longer saw family.
Only monsters.
No different than the terr0rists who destroyed my village and unalived my parents.
I checked the time.
Ten minutes had passed since my brother left.
“Amira,” Kabiru called, “do not fail us. You know what will happen if you do.”
They were all staring at me, waiting for a response.
I looked at every single one of them and smiled back.
Then I shouted:
“Allahu Akbar!”
The fear on their faces…the shock!
The satisfaction…
That was the last thing any of us ever saw as I detonated the b0mb.
The End
Ajebo Writer
©️Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne Nice story— I really enjoyed it. But if that was the last thing you ever saw,who wrote this beautiful story? Your Spirit? |
| Politics › Re: Surulere 1: Is Desmond Elliot Truly In Confrontation With Gbajabiamila? by Christlike01: 1:40pm On May 14 |
Shola ti lo— welcome,Barakat! |
| Travel › Re: We Slept Outside With Mosquitoes - Adamawa Pilgrims Stranded In Saudi Arabia by Christlike01: 1:36pm On May 14 |
Those are "holy mosquitoes"! Allow them to suck your blood very well— you'll be well rewarded in Aljana. In this day and age,people are still being deceived to embark on a totally needless journey. |
| Politics › Re: 2027: Let's Try An Igbo Man - Excellency Murtala Dan by Christlike01: 12:48pm On May 14 |
Igbo people can try again in 2040, and I hope they will not present Peter Obi then. Peter Obi has nothing to offer — he did nothing remarkable in a small state like Anambra. If any other ethnic group is to take over from Tinubu in 2027, it definitely will not be the Igbo. Give me an Ijaw man, an Efik, an Ibibio, an Esan, or a Bini man — but not an Igbo! This is not because of any “Igbophobia,” but because of what I consider the hate-filled attitude of the average Igbo person. |
| TV/Movies › Re: Genevieve Nnaji Features In Wahala: BBC Studios Thriller by Christlike01: 12:34pm On May 14 |
When it is from their land, it is always the best. You’ll begin to hear all sorts of praises, adorations, and, oftentimes, self-deception — “Odogwu billionaire,” “most beautiful girl,” “the only screen goddess,” “our food is the best,” “our women are the prettiest,” our this and our that! But let the same things come from another land, and our friends from the other side will begin to foam at the mouth — condemning and criticising everything. |
| Travel › Re: Don't Come To America by Christlike01: 12:18pm On May 14 |
womilojublog:
Stay where you are.
I mean that with every ounce of sincerity a person can carry in a sentence. Stay where the morning comes to you gently, where the air has not been monetized, where you eat food that still knows what soil it came from and has not been engineered in a laboratory to survive a shelf life longer than some marriages.
Stay where your vegetables are grown by hands you might actually know, where the fruit tastes the way fruit is supposed to taste, where the chicken was not injected with anything that requires a chemistry degree to pronounce. Stay where your body is nourished rather than processed.
Stay where you sleep without the low hum of financial anxiety running beneath every dream. Where a hospital visit does not arrive three weeks later as an invoice that makes your knees buckle.
Where illness is something to be treated and recovered from, not a financial catastrophe dressed in medical language. Where you do not have to choose, as millions here genuinely do, between the prescription and the rent. Where insurance is not a labyrinthine industry built on the art of collecting premiums and denying claims, where your access to care does not depend on which plan your employer selected during open enrollment and whether the specialist you need happens to be in-network this particular calendar year.
Stay where the bills do not multiply in the night. Where utilities and healthcare and education and simply existing do not constitute a second job's worth of administrative labour just to maintain.
Where you are not one unexpected expense away from a crisis. Where financial stability is not a personality trait attributed only to those disciplined enough to achieve it, while the structural reasons it eludes so many are quietly ignored.
Stay where you are not a demographic. Where you walk into a room and are seen as a person first, entirely, without the half-second recalibration behind someone's eyes that tells you they have already filed you under a category before you have opened your mouth. Where your competence is assumed rather than auditioned for. Where your presence in a space is not treated as a question that needs answering. Where you do not carry, alongside your bag and your keys and your phone, the additional invisible weight of representing your entire race in every interaction, of being the example that either confirms or defies whatever narrative the room already holds about people who look like you. Where you can simply be unremarkable in the most beautiful sense of the word just a person, in a place, living a life, asking nothing more of the world than to be met as a human being.
Stay where your dignity is not a political football. Where the person elected to lead the nation does not wake in the morning and reach for a device to broadcast contempt for people who do not resemble him, worship as he does, or originate from the places he deems acceptable. Where leadership still carries some residual obligation toward all the people, not merely the faithful and the familiar. Where a president is not a brand, a grievance, a performance of dominance conducted daily for an audience that has learned to read cruelty as strength and humiliation as entertainment. Where the highest office does not radiate a particular kind of sanctioned nastiness that gives permission to every smaller cruelty waiting in the wings.
America will seduce you with its mythology before you arrive. It has spent a century and more perfecting that particular art. It will show you the skyline and the possibility and the stories of those who came with nothing and built something, and those stories are real they happened, they happen still, and they matter. But it will not show you what those people carried to get there. It will not show you the years of being overlooked, the accent mocked, the name mispronounced with a carelessness that communicates exactly how much your origin is valued. It will not show you the promotions that went to someone less qualified but more familiar, or the neighborhoods that were never quite made accessible, or the quiet transactions of exclusion that happen every day inside systems that swear on paper they are fair.
It will not show you the loneliness of arriving in a country that wants your labor and your taxes and your energy and your contribution to its greatness narrative, but reserves the right to make you feel, on any given Tuesday, that your belonging here is conditional. Subject to review. Dependent on behavior. Contingent on how well you perform gratitude for being permitted to exist in a place you have just as much right to exist in as anyone who was simply born here by the accident of geography.
There are things America does that nowhere else does quite the same way. There is a particular electricity in certain cities, a creative restlessness, a collision of cultures and ideas that produces something genuinely remarkable. There are people here of extraordinary generosity and conscience and courage, people who have spent their lives pushing this country toward the version of itself it keeps promising to become. There is beauty here, real beauty, in the landscape and in the people and in what becomes possible when the best of this place is actually working.
But you, dreamer you who rise without an alarm because your body is rested, you who eat your breakfast slowly and know exactly where it came from, you who do not dread the end of the month, you who have never had to calculate whether you can afford to be sick, you who walk through your days without the psychic tax of navigating someone else's prejudice you are already living something that millions of Americans are working themselves to exhaustion trying to approximate.
Do not trade that peace for a postcard.
Do not arrive chasing a dream that was always partly fiction, sold most aggressively to people from far away who could not yet see the seams. Do not exchange your organic mornings and your unbothered evenings and your deep, untroubled sleep for a system that will ask everything of you and remind you, periodically and without apology, that you are here on its terms.
You cannot negotiate with a country that is still negotiating with itself about whether everyone in it deserves equal dignity. You cannot charm your way past a president who has made his contempt for people like you a cornerstone of his political identity and a rallying point for those who share it. You cannot out-work structural exclusion or out-smile institutional bias or out-perform the low ceiling that certain systems place over certain heads regardless of what is inside them.
Stay where the food is real. Stay where the air is yours. Stay where your peace has not been disrupted by a nation's unresolved argument about who deserves to belong.
Stay where you are already, quietly, profoundly, completely free.
That is rarer than any American dream.
And it is worth more than most people here will ever be able to tell you, because most of them have never known what it feels like to have it.
womiloju blog Nigeria is beautiful, yes. The humor is unmatched. The people are resilient. The food tastes like memory itself. There is warmth here that many Western societies have forgotten. There is community here, humanity here, spirit here. But spirit alone cannot replace stable electricity.Community alone cannot replace functioning healthcare.Patriotism alone cannot repair insecurity.And resilience is a tragic thing to romanticize when people are only resilient because they have been abandoned by leadership for generations. Stay in America because peace is not always loud. Sometimes peace is simply knowing that your light will come on when you flip a switch. That your child can call emergency services and someone will answer. That your pension may actually exist when you grow old. That your passport opens doors instead of suspicion. That your future is not permanently tied to the mood swings of politicians who treat governance like inheritance. Stay because survival should not require heroism. Stay because there is dignity in choosing stability over sentiment. Stay because loving Nigeria does not require sacrificing your sanity to it. And perhaps one day, when Nigeria finally becomes the country its people have spent decades promising it will become, you can return not out of obligation or guilt, but by genuine choice. Until then, stay where your tomorrow has a fairer chance than your yesterday |
| Politics › Re: Fulani group tackles Gov Mutfwang over shoot-On-Sight order by Christlike01: 12:02pm On May 14 |
You Fulani people are not indigenous to Plateau state, as a matter of fact,you are not indigenous to any part of Nigeria. You guys should go back to wherever you came from. |
| Travel › Re: Night View Of The Sokoto-badagry Superhighway by Christlike01: 10:42am On May 14 |
Super highway to terrorism— not needed.
God bless Yorubaland. |
| Crime › Re: Bishop Clarence Okonkwo's Driver Kills Him With Pestle, Flees With SUV, Phones by Christlike01: 10:26am On May 14 |
TheGoodJoe:
Actually, focus on improving the wealth status of all Nigerians and watch senseless crimes reduce.
Unfortunately, we are getting the opposite of that and seeing senseless crimes increase.
Do the maths. There can never be any justification for crime— no excuse for it. Even if the entire wealth of the universe were given to some people, they would still engage in crime to acquire more wealth, and that is because criminality is deeply embedded in their genes. The fact is that crimes of all sorts are on the increase because people like you are always too quick to justify them and defend criminals. |
| Politics › Re: Peter Obi: I Want To Be A One-Term President Because Of Stability by Christlike01: 9:45am On May 14 |
Ogbeni, you can only be President of Agulu descendant union— just wait and see. |
| Foreign Affairs › Re: Lebanon Says Two Paramedics Among 13 Killed In Israeli Strikes by Christlike01: 10:09am On May 13 |
God bless Israel— the only antidote to terrorism. |
| Crime › Re: Nigerian National Arrested In Nairobi Drug Bust Along Ngong Road Kenya (pix) by Christlike01: 10:05am On May 13 |
Just look at him— ugly mofo from hell! |
| Family › Re: Adultery: End The Marriage Immediately. by Christlike01: 3:21pm On May 12 |
@ Seun Osewa,see the topic your mods moved to the front page— chai! Your platform is being destroyed systematically from within but it's a pity you can't see it! We can't even express ourselves freely here again— no thanks to your mods/bots.
Good luck to you, man. |
| Politics › Re: Adeleke Slammed For Appointing Chinwe Obuaku, Biafra Apologist In Osun by Christlike01: 2:19pm On May 12 |
loveth360:
One Nigeria is the right here.😂🤣🤣
The next governor after him will still appointment Igbo men and women,you will still be ignored to continue staying in your poverty state 😂🤣🤣🤣 More than half of your entire population already lives in my state because, for many of you, it is heaven on earth — your refuge and solace. You may continue lamenting all over this thread, but that will not weaken our resolve. Yorubaland is not a piece of cake for every Tom, Dick, and Harry to share. You’ll soon come to realise that. Just so you know, I do not usually dignify people like you with a response. This will be my last reply to you. |
| Politics › Re: Adeleke Slammed For Appointing Chinwe Obuaku, Biafra Apologist In Osun by Christlike01: 12:44pm On May 12 |
Irony1:
Oga stop all these lies. It is practiced in the east. Who is the MD of Enugu broadcasting service? Ladi Akeredolu Ale. Funny! Oh....so,because Ladi Akeredolu or whoever is the MD of Enugu Broadcasting Service or whatever,is that why Yoruba land must be seen as a piece of cake for Harry and Smith to share, right? Like I said earlier, that your plan is dead on arrival— it won't work! |
| Politics › Re: Adeleke Slammed For Appointing Chinwe Obuaku, Biafra Apologist In Osun by Christlike01: 12:36pm On May 12 |
ufotunang:
..it's one Nigeria, one love he is practicing.... anything wrong with that..I am just asking "One Nigeria" can only be practised in Yoruba land alone,right? "One Nigeria", "one love", but you're using the resources of my own land to develop your own people while you neglect the natives. That's stupid one Nigeria— It wont fly, man! |
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| Politics › Re: Adeleke Slammed For Appointing Chinwe Obuaku, Biafra Apologist In Osun by Christlike01: 11:37am On May 12 |
This is one of the reasons I don't like that governor Adeleke. I can only hope that the good people of Osun State will vote his big ass out! |
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| Education › Re: FG Exempts Colleges Of Education Applicants From Writing JAMB UTME by Christlike01: 4:24pm On May 11 |
Walahi,these people don't know what they are doing! |
| Foreign Affairs › Re: Ghanaian Chief, Nana Kwabena Okyere, Shot Himself Dead At A Funeral by Christlike01: 2:39pm On May 11 |
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| Culture › Re: New Odus Of Ifa May 10 2026 by Christlike01: 11:30am On May 11 |
Hussein035:
Ifa has been updated just like the Bible
If you still don't believe Islam is the only way then I wish you good luck in Jahanam In this day and time, you're still in Islam— may God open your eyes! I sincerely feel sorry for you, man. |
| Foreign Affairs › Re: Trump Calls Iran Response To US Proposal To End War 'totally Unacceptable' by Christlike01: 11:17am On May 11 |
TEYA:
He can't! He simply can't. He is tired and desperately begging for a cease fire. That's sad! |
| Foreign Affairs › Re: Trump Calls Iran Response To US Proposal To End War 'totally Unacceptable' by Christlike01: 8:32am On May 11 |
Mattswaggz:
Iran are still trying to prove a point and also demonstrating fake strength despite being in a desperate and terrible situation......Trump has all the time in the world to give them to come to terms with reality while their pains continue to increase daily or he can still resume the war using more brutal methods this time around. Trump should unleash hell on those crazy islamists already— he is talking too much! |
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| TV/Movies › Re: Uzor Arukwe Wins AMVCA 2026 Best Lead Actor by Christlike01: 9:16am On May 10 |
HIGHESTPOPORI:
Tribalism wan finish you,there is no tribe called ibos,it's IGBOS Many of you simply do not know your history, and that is why you assume identities that are not truly yours while running away from your real identity. Believe it or not, it is “IBO” or “EEBO” — “IGBO” is a later creation. The earlier Ibos addressed themselves as "Ibos"— people like Azikwe and many others did. A little research shouldn't be difficult for you. The question is: why are you running away from "Ibo"— your real identity? |
