₦airaland Forum

Just like our own national assembly

Christlike01:
Ozza room,with who? No be dis one o— e no fit happen lailai!

says who? You fit swear swy na only baba dey drive the car now?

Dickson178:
Any small thing, Dem don put am for news ... This rubbish means wetin to una?

especially the front page of nairaland and seun is just looking.

Why were they clapping for her. It's hi service that will us in this country.

When he shooted them, did they dead?

PRESS STATEMENT By Daniel Bwala

In the last 24 hours, social media has exploded over my interview with Mehdi Hassan, albeit with varied opinions. Let me set the record straight.

When I signed on to the privileged job granted to me by Mr. President, I was well aware of its implications. Selling ice cream, looking fine, and seeking the praises of men were never part of it. Some of the fiercest critics of my interview can not even stand local TV anchors. But the task of promoting and defending the President and his administration is what I do with ease and joy. I am prepared to appear before any interviewer, anywhere in the world, any day and at any time, to defend this government and its policies.

I have never, and will never, subscribe to ducking or dodging interviews on matters that concern promoting and defending the administration I was appointed to serve. It is the least of what is required of me.

Head to Head contacted me requesting an interview, stating that they wanted to challenge our government on security, the economy, and corruption. Nowhere in our almost six months of communication did they mention that they were going to challenge my past. If that had been their plan, ethically and professionally, they were supposed to inform me so I could prepare my response. But that’s okay, ethically, that is on them, not on me.

I refused to swallow the pill of Mehdi’s “opposition research-style journalism,” and even today, if you carefully compare what he read as quotes from organisations and groups, you will see that many were inaccurate and some were outright fake news. But I will leave that for another day.

As for what I said about President Tinubu in the past, I am glad those were things I said when I was in the opposition saddle with such zeal. It is all politics. Half of Donald Trump’s cabinet is made up of people who once spoke against him, and quite a number of people in our own cabinet also spoke against President Tinubu in the past. Those things do not bother him if you care to know.

The majority of the naysayers are members of the opposition and their sympathisers. It does not bother me one bit. Their temporary excitement over the interview has not lasted and will not last, because it does not take away their obvious problem of lack of vision, mission in conducting and managing a political party; yet they seek to manage Nigeria. Clearly they have no path to victory and no alternative policies or program for the Nigerian people. And if they say they do, they can as well go to head to head and be interrogated on that; as the saying in Hausa goes “Ga fili Ga doki”

I conclude by thanking the many Nigerians and non-Nigerians who sent in their commendations over my brave defence of our government in an interview where the anchor would hardly let you answer a question unless it suited his narrative.

I still have admiration and respect for Mehdi Hassan as arguably the best debater on the planet. I look forward to part two of the Head to Head interview, and I am glad that by then questions about my past will no longer be news so that we can focus on our administration’s policies, programs and what we have achieved so far.

Stay tuned.

– D.H Bwala
Special Adviser to President on Media and Policy Communication
(State House)

Saturday March 7, 2026

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Very shemuless man. He was really disgraced on the show.

Original sycophant. Let's see how your romance with him will end.

Lawalemi:
Where is Ajimobi?

she is in Ibadan in her late husband's house. You want her phone number?

Tinubu really settled Mahmud Yakubu The guy go relocate go Qatar dey enjoy himself.

Na USA or America baba want.

They are inviting him so as to collect their own chair of the loot.

May Nigeria not happen to us. Those people protesting the America's attacks on Iran won't see this and protest. Na the one wey no concern dem, dem go dey ganusi.

The king has spokened. No one else should spoken. Nigeria is next. Bye bye to Tinubu.

He was more handsomer when he was a young man. Happy birthday baba iyabo.

CodeTemplar:
...you mean "sodium n gonorrhea"?

yes now.

allthingsgood:
Gonorrhea kwa

yes. Don't you read your Bible? Have you not heard of the story of Sodom and Gonorrhea in the Bible?

Na wa o. Just like the days of Sodom and gonorrhea in the Bible.

He doesn't even look like a footballer. The shape no fit am at all.

How is this news worthy? Na who he for buy the motor for before? My mother?

This happens when person don over belleful.

stevups:
A state in US is bigger than Nigeria

that's a very big lie. Lagos State alone is bigger than the whole of USA. Google is your friend.

Money na water. No be by cho cho cho

Ninety-four-year-old olusegun Obasanjo wrote a soul-shaking letter to Nigerians. Does that mean he is about to le@ve this world? Here are the words he wrote .

My fellow Countrymen,

People tell you that life is very long. “Live easily,” they say. “There’s still plenty of time.”
I am ninety-four years old as I write these lines, and I say with complete certainty: that is not true. Life is not long; it is as brief as the blink of an eye. Now that I am about to le@ve this world, my heart wishes to entrust a few truths to you.

I earned wealth, saw respect, built a name—but tonight all of it feels like dust lying in the corner of my room. If I stretch out my hand, nothing will go with me. The things I held close to my chest all my life now feel like sand slipping through my fingers.

Before I go, I want to lighten my heart. Some things have remained buried inside me for seventy years. I do not want you to lie on a bed one day, remembering your past life, and feel a sting in your heart with every memory.

The first truth: Stop living in the waiting room.

A large part of my life passed in waiting.
In school, I thought life would begin once I got my certificate.
When I got a job in the army, I waited for the weekend.
After marriage, I waited for my children to grow up.
When they grew up, I waited for retirement.

I treated every present moment as just a phase, as if real life was waiting somewhere ahead. I kept staring at the distant horizon and never felt the ground beneath my feet. Today I understand there is no final destination. The journey itself is life—and instead of living it, I merely passed through it.

I still remember a rainy Tuesday. I was thirty years old, sitting in my office, staring at the clock. Rain was pouring outside, and inside my heart was restless. I wanted time to pass quickly. I wanted to escape that day.

Today, if someone asked me, I would give all my earnings to relive just that one day—the chair, the silence, the sound of rain against the glass, and the strength in my legs.

Perhaps you are doing the same. You say, “I’ll be happy when I get promoted. I’ll feel peace when I have more money. My life will be complete when I find the right person.” You are selling today in exchange for tomorrow—and that tomorrow may never come.

Do not waste your days like this. One day you will realize those ordinary days were the most precious.

The second truth: Gold cannot be eaten.

I spent fifty years building an empire. Long hours of work. Missed my children’s birthdays. Even during festivals, my mind was stuck at the office. I saw the waiting in my wife’s eyes and comforted myself by saying, “I’m doing this for them.”

I bought a big house, an expensive car, fine clothes. I believed these things increased my worth, made me appear bigger in the eyes of others.

Now that my departure is near, I realize none of it will go with me. The house will belong to someone else. The walls will be painted according to someone else’s taste. The car will end up in a junkyard. The money will remain just a number. Tonight it cannot hold my hand or tell me not to be afraid.

I remember a day when my daughter called me into the garden. She had found a tiny insect and wanted me to sit with her and watch it. There was joy in her eyes. I said, “Not now, I’m busy. I’m earning money.”

She quietly turned away. The sadness in her eyes still burns my heart. I lost a precious moment with my daughter in exchange for a few paper notes.

If you are exhausting yourself only for a paycheck, pause. Your workplace will replace you quickly—but your home will never forget you. Gather wealth of memories, not possessions.

The third truth: Tear down the walls around your heart.

When I was young, I thought I was strong. I never apologized first. I hesitated to speak what was in my heart. I believed that if a man softened, people would see him as weak. I rarely expressed love—perhaps afraid my image of toughness would break.

I had a brother. We grew up together. Played in the same courtyard. Sat at the same table. Shared joys and sorrows. One day, we became upset over something trivial.

Today, honestly, I do not even remember what it was. Maybe money. Maybe an argument. But at that time I was certain I was right. I decided he would come first.

Days passed, then months, then years. On every festival my heart wanted to pick up the phone—but ego stood in the way. I kept telling myself there was still time.

One day the phone rang—but it wasn’t him. The news came that he had suffered a sudden stroke and passed away. I stood before his cold face, and my insistence on being right felt meaningless.

I was right—but I was alone. Ten years of laughter, ten years of conversations, ten years of festivals—I had laid them all at the feet of ego. That day I understood: some relationships are saved not by logic, but by love.

If you love someone, say it today. If you are wrong, apologize today. There is no promise of tomorrow.

The fourth truth: Fear is a false shadow.

At twenty-two, I wanted to become a writer. I had a notebook filled with ideas, dreams, stories. But I never wrote a book about those dreams and stories. I was afraid people would laugh, that I would fail, that I would not be taken seriously.

I chose the safe path and spent my life fulfilling other people’s dreams. Today my hands tremble. Even if I want to, I cannot hold a pen properly. My eyes have grown dim. That book is still inside me—and perhaps it will be buried in silence with me. Instead of it, I wrote "My Command", and "Under My Watch".

The real tragedy of life is not death; it is the dreams we kill while we are alive.

Perhaps the cemetery is the richest place in the world—because buried there are all the unwritten novels, unsung songs, and unstarted dreams.

Do not add to that silent treasure. Do not keep postponing the desire in your heart. Take a step. Even if you stumble, at least you will be able to say, “I tried.”

Better to step into the river once than to stand on the shore forever thinking about it. “If only” is the most painful phrase. In old age, it wakes a person in the silence of the night.

The ticking of my clock now sounds clearer. I have laid down the stones of worry, ego, and fear. I am now just a helpless human being—just as I was on the day I was born—empty-handed.

You are still alive. You have another day. Do not waste it. Look at your hands. Move your fingers. Feel your breath. It is all a miracle.

Do not wait until you are ninety-four to realize how beautiful life is. Feel it now.

I am about to close my eyes. I hope my words find a place in your heart like a seed.

Live—not for me, but for truth. Live from the heart. Live fully for yourself. Live for your loved ones.

Live now.

Goodbye…


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You ban indiscriminately and unnecessarily. You coerced people from experiencing their views and opinions. I will like to advice you to please create a forum that is like a jungle where people can say whatever they like without the fear of being ban. Stop treating us like school children.

Believe him at your own peril.

Fake news. I'm sure it's AI generated news.

72 virgins are in trouble in hell tonight.

Lanretoye:
I can’t believe this,he can’t be killed like a foul,the mooomoos that are shouting Iran is not Venezuela,over to you

is he more powerful than Osama Bin Laden?