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nlfpmod:
The 72-year-old music star was buried on Friday in a private and solemn ceremony at the Ebony Vaults and Gardens in Ikoyi, Lagos, following her wishes.

helinues:
With projects, those opposition must shout Jesus is lord

FriendsAndFans:
This is better than my first room. You don't even need to paint it

uchman:
This car is a matter of choice, if you love the shape, it’s even more economical than Toyota Corolla

Jeon:
So cheap.
Same price,same pieces in my location.
You get 4 pieces ,500 naira .
You get 8 pieces,1000 naira.
And the bunch is not that cost, you can get the unripe for 2k. Depends on the size though.

Bergavis:
Standing. Up Insurance.

Freshandfitpod:
I'm buying both clubs next season

Toosure70:
Haha, haba, police woman bawo. Oga I no like as you no dey read before you comment o

dawnomike:
I wonder what it is about this bridge that always make trucks and tankers to fall...

Alaefulu:
They do my sister,women of now majorly consider how financial buoyant a guy his...his buoyancy determine their seriousness

Aboks:
True story
Nice advice only if Dem go hear

autoez:
The corruption is an African thing

Qpetz:
Reduce the price!
Reduce the price!!
Reduce the price!!!

irririchris:
More Images from the 2025 Eyo Festival[/i]
[i]By The Sojourner

The Sojourner, a visual storytelling brand by Chris Daramola, is dedicated to documenting truth, culture, and everyday life through photography. Each frame captures human experiences, vibrant cultures, and the hidden beauty of everyday moments—from intimate portraits to lively street scenes and cultural festivals. Through this work, we preserve stories that might otherwise go untold, sharing the rhythm, color, and spirit of life. Guided by a belief in the power of photography to inspire and connect, The Sojourner brings audiences closer to the people, traditions, and moments that make our world remarkable.

Frame 1: An Eyo masquerade shares a warm embrace with a friend during the festival
Frame 2: A young Eyo masquerade jumps during the 2025 Eyo Festival in Lagos, Nigeria
Frame 3: An Eyo masquerade blesses a spectator during the 2025 Eyo Festival in Lagos, Nigeria
Frame 4: Three young Eyo masquerades display their traditional costumes at the 2025 Eyo Festival in Lagos, Nigeria


Beyond the Eyo Festival, I’ll be sharing images from other cultural events I captured in 2025, including the Ojude-Oba Festival in Ogun State, the Osogbo Festival in Osun State, and the Olojo Festival at the Ooni of Ife Palace in Ile-Ife, Osun State. I also explored Nigeria’s rich history and heritage at sites like Erin Ijesha Waterfall, Freedom Park in Lagos, Point of No Return and Gberefu Island, the Badagry Slave Museum, and other slave relic museums in Badagry.[i][/i]

Oh, and I almost forgot—I’ll also be sharing my challenging (and slightly awful) experience trying to get to Benin Republic to document the Vodon Days (Voodoo Festival), which took place from January 6–10, 2026.

Each image captures stories of culture, resilience, and tradition—moments that deserve to be seen, remembered, and celebrated. Stay tuned for more!

MufasaLion:
Jobless and broke individuals.

Arkmanbuddy:
It is the need to impress, the need to show that one is doing well. The rich don't have anything to prove to anybody, their assets speak for them.

Moreover, the rich would rather spend to buy more income-generating assets than liabilities. The reverse is the case for the poor and middle class.

robosky02:
Let's go there
Clash of the titans


Nigeria have qualified for the semi-final of the ongoing Africa Cup of Nations in Morocco.

The Super Eagles pulled off a stunning display to beat Algeria 2-0 in their quarter-final clash.

Variables:
Nigeria _largest producer of ban deat

muyico:
To avoid riot and crisis, the game will favors morroco dan Nigeria
Remember is home game

saphiere:
sick how? Are those words not real?

Finquas:
His late minute goal against Nigeria in the semis stopped us from advancing to the finals in the 2019 Afcon tournament

Melagros:
COMRADES, thank God my bank dey up there, check very well oo, if your bank no dey there (no fit meet up) go and empty your money from the bank on Monday to avoid regret and heartbreak

Samantha125:
Mine happened when I was ten years old, I fell sick and got admitted in hospital... My condition at the time was stable, but kept deteriorating over time, I had to be transferred to another hospital outside of my province... I stayed there for about two weeks before my first surgery and my parents would sometimes have to go back home as they had other priorities back home, my brother was the one who'd normally come and see me during afternoon visiting hours since he was schooling in the same province I was transferred to and his school wasn't that far from the hospital.

A day for my surgery came and things seemed promising after the procedure, even though I was still on oxygen, things seemed to be headed to the right direction... My parents were by my side for a couple of days and the doctor finally decided to get me off the oxygen since my condition had seemed to have improved... My parents then had to go back home in Limpopo and I remember within a couple of hours after their departure, I started experiencing this heavy feeling within my chest like it was compressed altogether, I complained to one nurse about how I was finding it difficult to breathe properly, she alerted the doctor and they put me back on oxygen while they monitored me through the night.

My doctor came back early in the morning to check up on me before he left and it wasn't until I had my breakfast that my condition turned for the worst, I started hyperventilating to a point that even the oxygen wasn't helping anymore, when I attempted to speak, my voice couldn't come out, I felt myself struggling to exhale by the minute... I was immediately attended to by this other doctor that I didn't recognise, he quickly prepared me and rushed me to the ICU together with the ward's senior nurse, I actually thought I was dying by that moment... After getting to the ICU, they tried getting hold of my parents, but could not reach them.

I was then placed on this other oxygen which had this weird smoky smell, I managed to whisper to the senior nurse that I was thirsty and needed some water to drink, she promised to get me the water, but I quickly passed out, when I woke up, I found myself on a life support system and I was being attended to by this other female doctor... My doctor then came and explained everything to me, apparently I had developed an infection after my first surgery, he also told me how they've been trying to get hold of my parents without any success since as a minor, they needed their consent to conduct another surgery on me as my condition was now critical and required them to conduct an urgent surgery ASAP... So in my parents absence, they took it upon themselves to go ahead with the procedure... Because it was either they wait and I don't make it or they conduct the surgery without my parents' permission and save my life.

I honestly didn't care, I was just relieved that I could breathe again even though I relied on a ventilator... I think my brother had an exam that day, so he also couldn't come and see me... Few hours later, two new doctors that I've never seen before came to fetch me from the ICU to the operating theater, apparently they were assigned to perform the surgery on me by another doctor, I was attended to by a variety of doctors that day with their different specialities.

The following day my brother went to the children's ward like he'd normally do during afternoon visiting hours, but upon getting there, I was nowhere to be found, he was then directed to the ICU and when he got there, I was asleep and the sight of me being surrounded by all those different hospital equipments terrified him... From what he told me, he only stayed for a few minutes and left... He got hold of our parents and instructed them to come to the hospital ASAP for I was dying and from that day on, he stopped coming to visit me... My family arrived in the middle of the night and at first they weren't allowed in since it was way past visiting hours, but they explained to the nurses and doctor how they're from another province and drove to the hospital as soon as they heard the news of my condition.

When they came in, I was awake, but still on a life support system and my wrists were restrained to the bed because the doctors feared that I might start overreacting as a child and harm myself in the process... My cousin only looked at me once and left, he waited outside... I could see in my parents and aunt's eyes that they were also terrified by my condition but trying to be strong... From that moment on, I had to be strong for myself and fight because I could see the hopelessness in everyone's eyes.

I stayed in the ICU for a couple of weeks until my condition became stable and I was moved back to the children's ward... I was taken off the ventilator machine and placed back on the medical oxygen, but I still couldn't speak or eat solid food, I'd use a note pad and a pencil to communicate with everyone... My brother then started visiting me again upon hearing that I was out of the ICU.

My mother would later open up to me about how at one point, she had started preparing herself for the worst, but here am I today healthy and happy...😃😃😃... I'll forever be grateful of those doctors who teamed up together to save my life...☺️☺️☺️

That's my survival story.

ShinjaWWest:
Wahala

Anyone God bless the good people of Southsouth and southwest

saphiere:
Soon the will add yahoo boys

Finquas:
Pls they should not create any bottle necks .. we must defeat Algeria and revenge what mahrez did to us

Mikocake:
Fungi mostly attack from inside, if you don’t tackle it from inside it’ll keep coming back

Sandralight:
I think they pay Moderator, I mean it's a job, a Remote one.
I would like to moderate the Romance section if possible

vanbonattel:
Who did you vote in 2023?

That will give us a better ideobon how to advise you.

Nostalemate:
NYSC Certificate abscondee ....



Shout-out to all chess players on nairaland earning via the game.

GanagiBitrus:
Heartless people everywhere.
How will this OP be willing to help a stranded person next time?



Even if you track the man down, he can deny. How can you prove the PowerBank belongs to you without the powerbank serial number on your receipt?



Sure about this 28th Dec? That's a Sunday.